
Daisuke woke as he felt someone's hand gently shake him from his slumber. He opened his eyes, only to squint in the scant light. It was way too early to be awake, the sun was just barely rising. He could only hear a few birds, where usually, they were tweeting like there was no tomorrow. At least, when he woke up when his body had gotten the right amount of sleep. He took a moment to gain full consciousness, before turning to look at his father. Why'd you wake me so early, papa.... His voice was still edgy with sleep. He wasn't totally awake. And not being woken up so early made him grumpy as hell, which was obvious by the way he glared at his father, which he didn't usually do. At all.
"It is time to go join the Clan that I left, Daisuke. Get up." Daisuke's father got up and walked away then, though stopped at the door. "You'll find the Clan at the edge of the Susukino District. Hurry now." Daisuke woke up all the way then; it was time! Finally, after so much time of waiting, his father was giving him permission to go and join the Clan. Though, he might not have needed it, Daisuke was waiting for his papa to tell him when to go.
The boy flashed around his room, getting clothes on (and his Gauntlet, of course, he'd never leave without that) and getting a quick bite to eat, forgoing a bath. This was too important to take so long scrubbing as he usually did. When he was finished, decked out in his usual gear, he left the house, yelling a hurried farewell.
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Daisuke looked up at the gates to the Nara Clan. Finally. He knocked on the gates, waiting excitedly for someone to come and let him in, so he could finally go and request membership to the Clan. As he waited, he got cold feet; sort of. More nervous than anything. What if they don't accept me? It was a real fear of his: what if they didn't like him, or didn't believe he was truly Nara, as he hadn't shown anything but the intelligence of one? He wasn't even lazy, for crying out loud! Now he was less excited as his cheeks got red with cold and he started to shiver lightly, pulling his sweater closer around his small form as he waited patiently yet impatiently at the gates.
[WC: 411]