The curtains fluttered with the breeze from the open window. The radiant sun shone through this fresh morning onto an empty bed. The pink haired owner was already up packing his soccer bag. [b]"Mm? Wait..."[/b] Naoto stopped and looked at the calendar on the wall. With grin he realized he didn't have practice this morning but what really had him smiling was the fact that there was no school either. It was summer vacation. [b]"Yosh, mira~ Hehe~"[/b] Naoto tossed aside the bag and rushed to the window. In the distance he could see the festival being set up. With a new wave of energy he hurried down stairs in time to get a whiff of his mother's special breakfast. Miku Alato was the center the house, making it warm and welcoming with just her presence. Her hair was a silverish pink and it framed her beautiful face perfectly. She always made Naoto's favorites on days like this. She was humming a song Naoto would recognize anywhere, the lullaby she would sing to him when he was little. Naoto smiled and then a breeze drifted the delicious scent to him. [b][i]Aw man, so good...[/i][/b] He couldn't take it anymore. He had to have a bite. Unfortunately, his mother didn't let anyone eat until she was finished with every dish. So far he hadn't made himself known, so Naoto decided to ninja a taste. Wrapping his scarf around his head, the young warrior of the shadows tiptoed over to the plate of omelets that sat on the counter out of his mother's visual range. The target was seconds from being secured. Suddenly, Naoto's arm was pinned to the refrigerator by his wristband and a kitchen knife. The young ninja's eyes widened as he broke out into cold sweat. "Nao-kun~ Nice try but I wouldn't recommend you try it again." She said to her son with a loving yet terrifying smile. [b][i]How did she know...!?[/i][/b] He thought nervously.

Naoto sat down to breakfast with his mother [u]after[/u] she finished cooking. Being originally from Japan and having picked up Italian cuisine very quickly, she made an even split of dishes. As they ate Naoto was haunted by the sight of the knife she had pinned him with sitting on the table. His mother chuckled. "Sorry, did I scare you Nao-kun?" Naoto gave a sigh of relief. Somehow she managed to calm him with the question. [b]"How do you get me and dad with stuff like that? I wouldn't be able to make a shot like that if I was Robin Hood."[/b] She chuckled again. "Mother's instinct I guess~" Naoto gave his mother a skeptical look if ever there was one. [b][i]She seriously doesn't think I'm buying that does she?[/i][/b] Taking another bite a thought popped into his head. [b]"Speaking of dad, where is he?"[/b] She smiled wryly and pointed out the window with her fork while resting her cheek on her hand. "You know him; he loves to lend a helping hand. He left this morning to help set up the festival. You're going, right?" Naoto just nodded since his face was stuffed full. "Good, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you for making it through school this year." Naoto swallowed hard and scratched his cheek awkwardly. [b][i]Don't be too proud. I barely scraped by. I was almost suspended from the team seven times...[/i][/b] Naoto proceeded to shovel down the rest of his plate. His mother took a sip of tea. "Well, the festival will be starting soon. You should get going...and don't out the window like you usually do. And don't take that as a challenge..." She sighed as her son was already in the act, halfway out the kitchen window. [b]"Thanksforbreakfastseeyou laterloveyou!"[/b] He called back as he started running down the street towards the festival. [b][i]This summer's gonna be something special...I can feel it![/i][/b]