[So it was that time of year again…
Minato wasn’t exactly quite sure what to make of this holiday. It is always meant for family and friends, but he really never had either of those.
He didn’t see- couldn’t see - why so many people made such a big deal out of one day like this and actually found it all to be extremely over-the-top. Also, it was kind of creepy to be looking forward to some fat old guy breaking into your house and leaving you stuff.
The bluenet let out a long sigh as he walked through the empty streets, which caused a giant puff of white to surround his face. He thought that he’d be able to get away with silence for a little bit, but Jingle Bells seemed to vaguely haunt him wherever he walked in the city. So he sighed in defeat yet again and turned on his mp3.]
I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes. Listen as the crowd would sing, now the old king is dead—long live the king.
[He began to walk the chilly streets yet again, all alone on Christmas evening. Minato wasn’t exactly sure what to feel about anything, and especially not this. It was a bit harder to numb these feelings, but…he could deal with the loneliness. He’ll have to.]