Chicken Ramen | By : SilverPhantom Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 985 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I did have my more…
ah… intense chapter planned for this installment, but while
it simmers on the back burner waiting for my muses’ blushes to go
down and add the lemon, this short little thing will be put up. I
hope it’s okay.
HKUI
Iruka hummed happily to
himself as he walked home. The short, C-rank mission went off
without a hitch and he was able to hit by a grocery store and a few
vegetable stands before he got home, stocking up on supplies that he
was running short on. His mind began to work through what he could
make but it seemed fairly well set on one thing.
Ramen.
He hasn’t had ramen
for a week now and he craved it. Admittedly it was a bit sad on his
part when Naruto wasn’t with him, begging to be treated at Ichiraku
just like the old days, but Iruka would quickly cheer up anyway,
remembering the funny stories Naruto would tell him or just the
Genin’s antics.
His mind eventually
switched back to the dinner he had in mind as he passed by the closed
stand of Ichiraku. He knew that Ichiraku would be closing by the
time he made it back from his mission, and he didn’t want to
trouble the owner by showing up late, so he planned accordingly.
Use a packet or two
of ramen, throw out the flavoring that comes with it… Miso ramen
is always good and I did pick miso up at the store. Add some onions
and seaweed… Hmm… I have some left over grilled chicken that I
tend to add to a salad. That would go good with it. Some leeks and
bamboo shoots too…
Juggling the bags
slightly, he managed to get his door open and slipped his sandals off
before heading over to the kitchen and began to put things away. He
left out the miso and the onions he got at the store and pulled out
the rest of the planned ingredients before heading over to the
cabinet that held his ramen stash.
“Ramen?”
The empty space of the
cabinet stared back him, unaware of how much turmoil its owner was
feeling. The cabinet doors were slowly shut before being flung open
again with dark eyes staring at it in shock.
“Ramen, ramen,
ramen…” Iruka muttered the magical word over and over again as
if he could make it appear. After a few minutes, he wandered back to
where the grocery bags were sitting, rifling through them in case he
picked up ramen but forgot to put it away. When that produced
nothing, he checked by the stove to see if he set some packets down
there, but there was nothing there either.
After that came the
fridge. Then the freezer. Then all of the other cabinets. Then the living room. Then the
bathroom. Soon followed the linen closet, his bedroom closet,
underneath the bed, in between the mattress, and the bookshelf.
By the time he was done
with the sock drawer of his dresser, he was nearly in tears. He had
such high hopes on eating ramen, but now it was too late to go by the
store and by some packets. Sighing in defeat, he picked himself off
of the floor, ignoring how his usually clean room sat in shambles and
made his way to the front door, shrugging on his vest. There was one
konbini near by that stayed open a bit late until midnight that sold
some cup ramen.
Two or three cups
should hold me over, he thought, sadly pulling on his sandals and
reaching for his keys as he opened the door.
When he looked up,
Kakashi stood there with a slightly surprised look on his face, hand
raised to knock on the door. Kakashi lowered his hand and raised the
other one that held a bag of take-out. “Yo. I brought–”
“Ramen!”
Iruka grabbed the bag
with one hand and Kakashi with the other, pulling the Jounin into the
apartment easily. His sandals were barely off before he disappeared
into the kitchen, minus Kakashi, and the older man could hear drawers
being opened and shut.
“I came by earlier to
see if you wanted to eat, but you weren’t here,” Kakashi said as
he pulled off his sandals and set them to the side. “I picked up
some ramen from Ichiraku before they closed and kept it warm until I
saw that you were home.”
When he got to the
kitchen, ignoring how it seemed that a tornado hit Iruka’s
apartment, he noticed that one thing of ramen had been emptied into a
nice bowl with chopsticks lying across the edge, steam rising
gently from it. Iruka, on the other hand, was leaning against a
counter with the take-out container in one hand and chopsticks in the
other. The container was missing about half of the broth and a third
of the noodles.
Kakashi chuckled as he
picked up his bowl and began to eat it quickly out of habit, and he
and Iruka finished off their dinners roughly around the same time.
Before he could pull the mask back up, Iruka caught his hand and
leaned close enough to catch his lips in a gentle, caring kiss. He
then left the room and Kakashi could hear things starting to be put
away.
After rinsing out the
bowl, he made his way to the living room where Iruka was stacking
scrolls and books into two piles, each one in front of a bookshelf.
He began to put the reading materials away in there respected places
and the worked in comfortable silence for a long while before Kakashi
asked, “What happened?”
When he looked down, he
saw that Chuunin was blushing and Iruka only said, “I was out of
ramen?”
HKUI
Konbini: The
term the Japanese use for a convenience store. I admit I haven’t
been to many here in America, but the Japanese ones are basically
like gas station stores without the gas station part. They’re fun
to shop at and sadly enough, I do like the food I could get there…
I hope that’s good
for now. When I first started this set of stories, it was supposed
to be only one story. Now its become more of a “Chicken Ramen for
the Ninja’s Soul” type thing, which is why the title of these
things is still Chicken Ramen.
Remember reviews always
help and there should be a lemon in the next chapter!
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