breakingtheROUTINE

[steadyEDDY]

TSUNEO x TSUNEO
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MY FIST IS FULL OF ASHES,
AND MY BLOOD IS IN THE GROUND.
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WHARK-WHARK-WHARK-WHARK-WHARK!!

Flailing his arms and falling to the floor in a tangled mess of blankets, Tsuneo tried in vain to turn off the alarm clock.

At least normal alarm clocks made a slightly annoying noise. Not this one. It was designed to wake up entire villages with it's persistent screeching.

That was Tsuneo's opinion on it ever since his parents bought it for him, to make sure he wasn't late for the academy. Now that he was a Genin though, why still keep it around?

Because the horrid thing was cursed. It wouldn't break, and every time he threw it off a cliff, when he got home, there it was again, set to the proper time and everything, and every morning, it would wake him with that ear-bleeding noise.

Finally, he found the snooze button.

With a grand sigh of relief, he slowly pulled himself back into bed, closed his eyes, then jumped out of bed by the sounds of the secondary alarm.

His grandfather equipped with pots and pans.

"WAKE UP TSU~!!"

Every morning it was the same thing. He would fall out of bed at the same time, and in the same spot. Hit the snooze button and climb back in bed, only to be attacked by the clashing of metal in his ears.

"Knock it ooooffff~!" He kicked at his grandpa as the old coot tried to pull him out of bed. A solid blow hit him right in the jaw, yet he didn't relent.

"Out of bed, out of bed! Up up up!" The wrinkled man shouted at the top of his lungs, awakening the rest of the village that wasn't woken up by the first alarm.

The struggle would last another minute, as it always did, before Tsuneo was being thrown down a set of stairs, then dragged by the leg into the kitchen. There, they would eat a hearty breakfast, and chat like nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.

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He groaned as he walked down the street, hands stuffed in his pockets, and shoulders slouched to help fight back some of the chill. It was a cold morning, and despite his baggy pants and layers of shirts and jackets, Tsuneo was still bitterly cold.

He passed by several stores on his way to who knows where. He wasn't hungry. He didn't feel like hunting down one of his fellow Genin and running around like crazed idiots. He didn't even want to do anything, really.

This was the routine for him.

A year had passed since he graduated, and still, no team had been assigned to him.

Surely there was no place for an Onoda in Konoha.

His grandfather argued otherwise.

Nevertheless, this was the routine. A very dull and bland routine, with a little family humor thrown in during the mornings and late evenings.

The afternoon however, Tsuneo haunted the streets, looking for something to do.