Kimiko's P. O. V:I sleep soundly in my bed well past nine 0' clock in the morning, as it was our day off, and I was taking every advantage to sleep.
The sunset has been blood red yesterday, which was a bad omen.
I vaguely hear my doorbell going off and grumble before drifting back to sleep once more. The doorbell comes again and I reluctantly drag myself in a sitting position.
I yawn, feeling my blonde hair is a complete mess from sleep, not that I really care. I then get out of bed and go downstairs in my purple summer pyjamas to answer the door.
I open it while rubbing my right eye awake to see Sakura and Naruto fully dressed. They stare at me with dumbstruck expressions.
"Whaaa? Don't you two know that Saturdays are my Sleep Till Sunday day?" I grumble pointedly.
"B-But Kimi-chan, it's Monday," Naruto feels the need to point out. "And it's our day off, so..."
"So that counts in my opinion," I mumble, dropping my arm though I'm still half asleep. "You two better have a damned good reason for waking me up right now."
"We do," Says Sakura. "Tsunade-sama summoned us, so you'd better wash up and get dressed quickly, Kimiko."
"Uuurrgghh, what does she want now? Fiiiinnee! I'm coming, I'm coming," I groan before I shut my door and go back inside to get dressed in my pink and white striped sleeveless shirt with denim shorts.
Once I was washed up and dressed, my hair more presentable now, I grab an apple on the way out and go with my teammates to the Hokage tower, eating my apple on the way.
When we get there, Tsunade was standing behind her desk with her arms crossed and green jacket hanging on the back of her chair, scolding us, "You're late! What took you three so long?! Cripes!" Jiraiya was there too, as we Shizune with Tonton in her arms.
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Book 2: Unbroken (Kiba Love Story)
FantasyTwo and a half years have passed since Naruto Uzumaki left to train with Master Jiraiya. Kimiko Sumire and her friends have been training hard themselves during his absence. Now, Naruto returns home and everyone is overjoyed o see him again. It isn'...