"So... When's your birthday...Nagato-kun..?" The little girl's soft voice just barely reached the shivering boy's ears. His red head perked up from his crossed arms, turning slightly toward his friend.
"H..huh?" His eyes slid up to meet her big round grey ones. Her pale face was resting on her small palms, elbows resting on the wooden box between them. She gave a shy smile.
"When is your birthday...?" She looked down at the box. "Yahiko told you his.... Well, ours..." She sat up suddenly, eyes fixed on him. "But when's yours?"
Nagato's cheeks warmed a bit, and he looked down at his wet, muddy boots. "My birthday is on September nineteenth..." His red hair flopped into his line of sight, and his heart jumped at the sound of her giggle.
"Thanks, Jiraiya-Sensei!" The three kids got up from their small dinner table and walked toward the folded tatami mats.
"You're welcome guys." The white-haired man smiled to himself- another successful fire-style jutsu crab dinner. He switc