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The night was slowly beginning to shift to day as the skies tinted the shadows a dark indigo. Rigby, being a light sleeper, awoke to the sound of Mordecai, who was on the other side of the room, rolling over in his usual deep sleep. He ran his hands through his spiky brown bangs and sighed. He rolled onto his side and stared at his friend’s form with his dark-rimmed eyes. He could make out the blue tufts of his hair poking out from the sheets, and his long fingers curled into a fist sitting lightly over his pillow. Sleep never came easy for Rigby. Not as easily as it came for Mordecai, that was. He’d often heard passing comments

It was a cold day in Konoha. A blanket of white clouds spread across the whole sky, lightly sprinkling snow crystals onto the earth below, where the snow had accumulated to a depth of about half a meter. There were children frolicking in it playfully, building snowmen, having snowball fights, making snow angels; doing just about anything that one can do with snow. One young man made his way to a hill, where he found snow in his favorite cloud-watching spot. He stared at the ground for a few moments before muttering something. “Tsk… Troublesome…” the young man thought out loud. “Well, I guess it’s not that good