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Tonkotsu Ramen
Warning: Male/Male. Angst
Chapter 3: Tonkotsu Ramen
A/N: The first chapter which was the prelude, was set in Ancient Japan, Year 1867. I just edited the first chapter to show the dateline. From chapter two onwards, the year will start count from 2002. As for the connection of each chapters, I was skipping in between the different characters' lives as they have yet to meet each other. Soon, you may see. Sorry to confuse you guys.
Note: Bold and Italic Dream
Uzumaki : Spiral
Naruto : Fishcake (those spiral white topping they put with ramen)
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He saw the skies, bluest of blue. There was the scent of fresh dew and budding spring in the air, mixed with a touch of serenity, lulling him under. Dragged in a pleasant stupor, he watched quietly as the clear azure stirred and melted into a pair of intense eyes. He was struck with an aching familiarity that clenched his heart. Out of the corner of his eyes, a flash of movement distracted him and he turned on instinct, only glimpsing a dash of sunshine gold. Laughter rung out abruptly, from nowhere, echoing through the space. The warmth in the simple joyous expression elicited a small smile from him. Suddenly, he has an unexplainable urge to eat tonkotsu ramen. Ramen. Fishcake. Spiral fishcake.
Uzumaki…
“Naruto!” Sasuke gasped, jolting awake, his dream shattering away. Ember eyes wide open, the boy breathed as though he had been running a marathon, sweat dripping down his brow and drenching the back of his shirt. “Damn. This dream again.” He cussed angrily under his breath, feeling the sense of déjà vu surging forward in him. His subconscious was obviously trying to show him something or rather someone, but he always grasped short of the dream. In the end, the young Uchiha was constantly nagged by this feeling that he had forgotten something very important.
“Sasuke-kun, did you have a nightmare?” a condescending voice broke his train of thoughts and the addressed male jerked his head about to face the intruder. His brother’s personal assistant was leaning against the opened door, smiling eerily at him. Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the other, annoyed to see his unwelcome guest strutting into his room like he owned the place. “Kabuto…How long have you been here?” the boy hissed his displeasure.
“Long enough.” The silver-haired man smirked, pushing his spectacles up the bridge of his nose. The gleam of light across those reflective glasses distracted Sasuke from those calculating eyes and he growled lowly. “What do you want?”
“Itachi-sama asked for your presence.” was the reply, short and sweet to the point.
Sasuke could not help the shudder that ran up his spine at the mention of his brother. The man, whom he once loved, had changed 360 degrees overnight since that day. To others out there, Itachi seemed like the same man as before, maybe just more matured. He talked the same, smiled the same, and acted the same – the perfect genius. However, Sasuke has noticed the changes even if it was only just the minutest of minute details like the lingering way Itachi touched him, or the way that small smile quirked into an ominous sneer when nobody was supposedly looking. Most of all, those dead pitiless red eyes his brother always tried to hide behind a friendly and approachable countenance. He was never deceived. Sasuke knew his brother and this changed person was not his brother.
“Fine. Get out of my room now. And Kabuto, next time, knock first before you enter.” Sasuke snarled then stormed off into the bathroom.
Kabuto made a mock bow, and retreated from the room. Then he strolled purposely back to the main study room and knocked respectfully on the heavy oak door before entering. A lone silhouette stood before large windows, back to the room, while observing the living city scene outside.
“Itachi-sama.” Kabuto bowed lowly, thereupon putting his upper body as near to the ground in respect, straightened up to face his master expectantly.
The man turned around, his long hair flowing gently with his movements, in enticing trails over his shoulders and body. Kabuto was momentarily distraught with wanting and he pushed up his glasses to hide his emotions. He reluctantly dragged his gaze up to meet with dangerous red eyes staring stoically at him. “You have something to report?” The smooth baritone voice slid through Kabuto’s ears, like velvet on skin, and the man could hardly suppressed the delightful tremor that threatened his body language.
“Yes.” The assistant spoke slowly, not wanting to attract any more attention to his self than necessary, already taut with nervous anticipation of what he was going to say next. One could never be sure when his master would be amused or angry by certain unpredictable matters. “Sasuke is starting to remember things. I heard him call out the kyuubi-host’s name.”
A pause of silence before Itachi purred slyly. “Interesting. Keep an eye on him. If my little ‘brother’ starts having any funny ideas…” Itachi smiled grimly, lips stretching thin with malicious humor.
“Kill him.”
TBC
As much as inspiration is important, lack of motivation is deadly too. Do continue to review. Sankyuu =D
Chapter 3: Tonkotsu Ramen
A/N: The first chapter which was the prelude, was set in Ancient Japan, Year 1867. I just edited the first chapter to show the dateline. From chapter two onwards, the year will start count from 2002. As for the connection of each chapters, I was skipping in between the different characters' lives as they have yet to meet each other. Soon, you may see. Sorry to confuse you guys.
Note: Bold and Italic Dream
Uzumaki : Spiral
Naruto : Fishcake (those spiral white topping they put with ramen)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He saw the skies, bluest of blue. There was the scent of fresh dew and budding spring in the air, mixed with a touch of serenity, lulling him under. Dragged in a pleasant stupor, he watched quietly as the clear azure stirred and melted into a pair of intense eyes. He was struck with an aching familiarity that clenched his heart. Out of the corner of his eyes, a flash of movement distracted him and he turned on instinct, only glimpsing a dash of sunshine gold. Laughter rung out abruptly, from nowhere, echoing through the space. The warmth in the simple joyous expression elicited a small smile from him. Suddenly, he has an unexplainable urge to eat tonkotsu ramen. Ramen. Fishcake. Spiral fishcake.
Uzumaki…
“Naruto!” Sasuke gasped, jolting awake, his dream shattering away. Ember eyes wide open, the boy breathed as though he had been running a marathon, sweat dripping down his brow and drenching the back of his shirt. “Damn. This dream again.” He cussed angrily under his breath, feeling the sense of déjà vu surging forward in him. His subconscious was obviously trying to show him something or rather someone, but he always grasped short of the dream. In the end, the young Uchiha was constantly nagged by this feeling that he had forgotten something very important.
“Sasuke-kun, did you have a nightmare?” a condescending voice broke his train of thoughts and the addressed male jerked his head about to face the intruder. His brother’s personal assistant was leaning against the opened door, smiling eerily at him. Sasuke narrowed his eyes at the other, annoyed to see his unwelcome guest strutting into his room like he owned the place. “Kabuto…How long have you been here?” the boy hissed his displeasure.
“Long enough.” The silver-haired man smirked, pushing his spectacles up the bridge of his nose. The gleam of light across those reflective glasses distracted Sasuke from those calculating eyes and he growled lowly. “What do you want?”
“Itachi-sama asked for your presence.” was the reply, short and sweet to the point.
Sasuke could not help the shudder that ran up his spine at the mention of his brother. The man, whom he once loved, had changed 360 degrees overnight since that day. To others out there, Itachi seemed like the same man as before, maybe just more matured. He talked the same, smiled the same, and acted the same – the perfect genius. However, Sasuke has noticed the changes even if it was only just the minutest of minute details like the lingering way Itachi touched him, or the way that small smile quirked into an ominous sneer when nobody was supposedly looking. Most of all, those dead pitiless red eyes his brother always tried to hide behind a friendly and approachable countenance. He was never deceived. Sasuke knew his brother and this changed person was not his brother.
“Fine. Get out of my room now. And Kabuto, next time, knock first before you enter.” Sasuke snarled then stormed off into the bathroom.
Kabuto made a mock bow, and retreated from the room. Then he strolled purposely back to the main study room and knocked respectfully on the heavy oak door before entering. A lone silhouette stood before large windows, back to the room, while observing the living city scene outside.
“Itachi-sama.” Kabuto bowed lowly, thereupon putting his upper body as near to the ground in respect, straightened up to face his master expectantly.
The man turned around, his long hair flowing gently with his movements, in enticing trails over his shoulders and body. Kabuto was momentarily distraught with wanting and he pushed up his glasses to hide his emotions. He reluctantly dragged his gaze up to meet with dangerous red eyes staring stoically at him. “You have something to report?” The smooth baritone voice slid through Kabuto’s ears, like velvet on skin, and the man could hardly suppressed the delightful tremor that threatened his body language.
“Yes.” The assistant spoke slowly, not wanting to attract any more attention to his self than necessary, already taut with nervous anticipation of what he was going to say next. One could never be sure when his master would be amused or angry by certain unpredictable matters. “Sasuke is starting to remember things. I heard him call out the kyuubi-host’s name.”
A pause of silence before Itachi purred slyly. “Interesting. Keep an eye on him. If my little ‘brother’ starts having any funny ideas…” Itachi smiled grimly, lips stretching thin with malicious humor.
“Kill him.”
TBC
As much as inspiration is important, lack of motivation is deadly too. Do continue to review. Sankyuu =D