Chapter 4
Shikadai's P.O.V
"Shikadai. You're late". I opened my eyes and I saw my father standing near my head. "Late?," I asked. "Yes. Didn't you receive our message?," dad asked. "Oh...," I said. The message was under my back but I didn't read it. Oops. Mistake. "I'm sorry, dad. I got it but I didn't read it, because I didn't know from who it was. Guess it was you. I'm sorry. And you learned me to not read messages if I don't know who sent it," I said and closed my eyes. "That's right. Well, let's go". I grabbed his hand. I still do that because I want to. And to compare his hands with mine. I always like to do that. His hands are so big compared to mine. My hands are so small... "Hey dad... I have a question," I said. "Tell me," dad said. I blushed and looked away. "How did you and mom meet? She's from Hidden Sand and you're from Hidden Leaf...," I said. "Well, your mother came to Hidden Leaf for missions... we already knew each other since we werd around 12... but we had feelings for each other many years later," dad said. "That is interesting...," I said. It became quiet. Very quiet.
When we were home, I pushed the door. "Dad, it doesn't work," I said. "That is because you need to pull, Shikadai," dad said and pulled the door. "Oh, yeah!," I said. How am I supposed to make choices if I can't even tell the difference between pushing and pulling? This is more than a drag. Everyone should know their own home. But probably I don't. Sometimes I don't even know where the bathroom is. That is just a headache, what Boruto thinks. "Dad, are we going to play shogi?," I asked. "Of course. But I'm busy now, so maybe later today," dad said. I looked at him with a pokerface. Very long... too long, actually. I just wanted to play shogi, because my game was not so important. That is what dad thought. He thinks I need to socialize with the world. Or at least with my friends and family. So that is the reason why I want to play shogi. I heard both of my deceased grandpa and dad's Sensei played it. But dad's Sensei died while being on a mission and grandfather (dad's side) died at the 4th Shinobi War. What a drag. But at least, my dad survived the war. Before I knew it, my father stroked my hair and my mother poked me in my cheeks, like I was their toy. "Are you okay, Shikadai?," mom asked. "Yeah!," I said. Just. Stop. With. This. Like seriously. I'm not one of uncle Kankuro's puppets. Not that I don't like them (I love them, by the way), but they really threated me like a puppet. That is also a problem. I'm a little chubby, so that's why they do it sometimes. And Boruto does it too. Everyone does that with me. I think Boruto is chubby and that's why I sometimes poke him in his cheeks. Because I like it. Becasuse I want to. Because Boruto thinks it's okay. Because he's chubby. It's not that I'm in love with him, because I'm clearly not, but it's just because he's cute. Just as his mother when she was little. I sighed. It was boring. Boring as hell. Dad didn't play shogi with me as he promised, so that was very mean of him. But, I'm pretty laid-back anyway, so it doesn't really matter. Maybe for only 50%. And also, dad said I fell asleep in mom's arms. I was very schocked, because I never did that and I will never do that. Like, I need rest, but not in the arms of my mother. I'd much rather falling asleep on my bed. But now it's evening, and that meant I needed to sleep in just an hour. Again. I usually take naps at afternoon, not in evening, and this is the reason why. Currently I was just laying on my bed, playing my game with Inojin and Boruto, as always. I socialize now too, so I don't get why my father thinks I need to socialize with my friends, I do it everyday. But, parents are like that. A drag. Everything is such a drag. The world is such a drag. I think I say "a drag" too much. But that's just a habit of mine. Just as that I daydream too much. But saying "a drag" is not so bad as daydreaming in class, as I did a few days ago. But, hours off is just the best that can ever happen to me. Or seeing my parents kissing. No, just kidding, I don't like that, it's gross. And I know I will get a wife and children in the future, but it's too much of a drag now, I'm still a kid. And people like me still need to learn about things... and things... and things... but I'll see in the future.
Shikadai: Hey, Inojin, Boruto.
Boruto: Yes?
Inojin: Yyyyeeeeaaaahhhh????
Shikadai: Inojin, what?? I just wanted to say that we should make a tag team together.
Boruto: Tag team of 3? I thought tag teams were only with 2 persons.
Shikadai: It's possible. I'll join your group then.
Inojin: Thqs'l totallllly okapy.
Shikadai: What happened to you, Inojin?
Inojin: Trpsh. I nedd to fix mi krybiard.
Shikadai: Did something break or something?
Inojin: Ysh, my kkeyborrruudd.
Shikadai: I see... well, I see you tomorrow, bye!
Boruto: Bye!
Inojin: BBBBYYYYEEEE!!!!
That's weird. Inojin's keyboard never trips. Mostly Boruto's keyboard trips. Or mine. Well, it's going to be fixed, so that's okay.
Inojin: It was a joke. I faked the tripping keyboard.
Shikadai: I knew. Your keyboard never trips. It's always the keyboard of Boruto or me, but never from you.
Inojin: Mission: Faking Tripping Keyboard success!
Boruto: Inojin, whyyy? I liked the tripping keyboard.
Inojin: I only wanted to see how you would react. But we need to go on with our mission.
Shikadai: Hey, they killed me...
Inojin: Heal yourselff, Shikadaaii!!... I got killed too.
Boruto: HAHAHAHAHA!! Nevermind. Mission failed.
Shikadai: HAHAHAHA!!...
Inojin: Shikadai, are you okay?
Boruto: Probably he's crying because of my reaction.
Shikadai: Boruto. You're gonna get your payback later. I need to go, byebye.
Boruto: In your dreams. Later, Shikadai.
Inojin: Bye!
What Boruto said was true. I cried because of his dry comment. My parents looked at me like I was a bag of trash, and I was like, can't I just have fun? Probably not.