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Ramen Seductions	By : yf17 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Love of His LIfe
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto or any of its characters. Nothing
witty to say here.

Author’s notes: My first lemon in the Naruto category. I
have written something for Street Fighter, but that was a while ago (*ahem* I
know, the updates are coming soon). As usual with works such as these,
R&R!

I am horrible at plot development. Don’t expect me to ever
write an epic. A small scenario like this is about as good as it gets.

Chapter 1: Love of His Life

It all started with a bowl of instant ramen.

It was one of those late-night reruns of 'The Adventures of Princess Fuun'.
Naruto always seemed to get a kick out of them, no matter how many times he'd
watched them. He even yelled out what was going to happen when the action
became intense.

It really pissed her off. She didn't mind the Princess's stupid
lines as much as hearing Naruto shrieking every time a villain got
within five foot of the kimono-clad royalty. "Behind you!";
"He's got a sword!"; "Use your fan!"; "Oh noes!";
- plus his trademark phrase 'dattebayo!' at the end of every sentence. He
just couldn't watch the show like a normal adult human being. And she
couldn't force him to change the channel either, first because she'd already
gotten to watch her nightly allotment of 'Miracle Ninjas' (a story about medic-nins
that actually focus more on the romance than anything else), and second because
there was nothing better on anyways. Arghhhhhhh! She got up
in a flustered haste and stomped into the kitchen, ready to murder the first
desirable food item her eyes detected.

She saw the shimmering glint from the reflective golden foil it was wrapped in
first. Like some sort of grail, it resided in the top shelf on the
exposed cabinet, far away from the reaches of her five-foot-four frame.
He'd be able to get it, of course, not only because he was 6' 3", but also
because he could call in a kage bunshin to boost him up there if need
be.   A minor inconvenience such as this was no match for a genius
medical jounin however. Normally, she'd call him over for help just to
annoy him (and to get a nice view of his bum as he stretches to grab hold of
the object in question), but she couldn't this time. Not when the object
in question was an ultra-limited-edition "Ichiban Super-Stretched Instant
Ramen in Special Rock-Country BBQ Duck Flavor".   He'd probably
fight her to the death over it, and while she enjoyed their occasional spars, she
also liked to win. No one stood a chance against an enraged Naruto, not
even when she uses her seductive charms. No, she'd have to do it herself.

Of course she knew the consequences. She probably wouldn't be able to
finish the ramen anyways, and if she hand-fed him, he'd probably get over the
fact that she opened his favorite instant ramen without his consent. So
she quickly summoned her chakra into her extremities and made them stick to the
surrounding cabinetry as she monkeyed her way to her prize. Ah hah!
Her Inner Self cheered in delight as her right hand retrieved the bowl.
Glancing over her shoulder quickly at Naruto, she found him still fixated to
the tube. She grinned triumphantly, noting that she had outsmarted the Hokage-in-waiting
once again.   With very few commercial breaks in these late hours, he
wouldn't know what happened until she was slouched right beside him, devouring
his most valued possession. That'd teach him.

With great stealth and efficiency, she managed to properly prepare the ramen (Naruto
always joked she couldn't cook, and truth was, she had trouble frying an
egg). Still he didn't notice, as he began another round of desperate
pleading for Princess Fuun to evade her captor. 'Didn't he know that's
when Shishimaru shows up with his horse and chop the guy's head off?' She
mused. It didn't matter, the food was now ready, and she was going to
treat herself for being so patient all these nights with his frankly lunatic
behavior. Off came the foil covering the bowl, revealing glimmering ramen
semi-submerged in a dark soup base. The aroma from the puff of steam was
simply stunning, and for a moment she understood Naruto's craze for
ramen.   All that was left to accomplish now was to snap the wooden
chopsticks provided, and her victory would be complete.

"Sakura-chan, what are you doi-" asked Naruto innocently as he peeled
his eyes away from the mindless violence, alerted by the sudden smell of
pseudo-BBQ duck. If his reactions to Princess Fuun's misfortunes were
called dramatic, what happened next simply jumped off the scale in
expressiveness.

"EEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!?!?!?!" He simply
couldn't believe his eyes. There it was, the last bowl from his souvenir
collection after his mission in the Rock Country, the one he'd saved up for a
year and worshipped daily, the best instant ramen he'd ever had, laid open and cooked!
Standing behind the steaming bowl of perfection was of course another piece of
perfection, the pink-haired maiden he had longed for since childhood. But
now it's the love of his life pitted against the love of his life, and like an
elastic band stretched beyond its limit, he snapped.

"Sakura-chan, do you know what you've done?" It was the calm
before the storm, rather obvious even to the casual observer. Except Haruno
Sakura wasn't really all that bright when it came to reading human behavior
(that aspect is best left to Yamanaka Ino, the village shrink). Heck, it
took her a decade to realize Naruto really did love her. So she responded
in what turned out to be the worst possible way: she lifted the bowl and began
slurping the soup, deliberately exaggerating the sounds just because she was baka-ish
like that.

It really wasn't all that it was hyped up to be. Sure it was awesome for
instant ramen, but Ichiraku makes a better one any day of the week.
So she calmly set it down and stated in a condescending tone, "You know, I
think you've left it on that shelf too long, so I thought I might as well cook
it before it expired. And to tell you the truth, it isn't all that
great." Reopening her eyes (for some unknown reason that she herself
couldn't explain, she liked to have her eyes shut when she explained anything),
she found herself staring at a Naruto that appeared to be possessed by an evil
force. Even the dense Sakura realized what this meant. "Oh
shit."

Naruto didn't attack her in a frenzy. Years of controlling it, plus the
recent coming to terms with it, meant that Kyuubi was tamer than the huge slug
that Sakura could now summon.   What's more, he had never raised a
hand against Sakura outside of training (and thus gotten clobbered more times
than he could count). Even during training, he had always played a
defensive role, taking blows and dodging kunais. He therefore opted for his
usual safe method, which meant creating a couple of kage bunshins around
her.   Each clone held her arm, while the real him stalked up to her
and reached for the bowl.

She didn't know why she did it. Perhaps she was so used to being the
dominant one in their relationship that she thought she could get away with
anything. After all, Naruto merely shook off the countless sucker punches
she dished out, no? Even after the time she injured him to the extent
that he had to stay at Konoha Hospital (supposedly for peeking at her in the hot
springs, but he was actually trying to drag his perverted ero-sennin away), he
couldn't help but joyfully beam out a "Sakura-chan!" when she
visited, apparently oblivious to the fact that it was she who sent him
there. It really didn't matter why she did it; what was important
was that she flung the steaming bowl of instant goodness straight onto his
belly. With a comical 'splat!', the contents clung to his t-shirt for a
couple of seconds, before it flopped onto the tiled floor of the kitchen, the
noodle's resilience allowing it to shudder a few times before it rested in
peace, its 'death' signaling the birth of something else.

Sakura's emerald eyes bulged out, her overused brain matter analyzing the
situation even as the bowl was leaving her hands. Her first deduction was
that this was the best possible outcome, her scalding Naruto with his own favourite
food. He was so getting what he deserved, and Inner Sakura did a little
dance as she realized that she had taken the former prankster to school.
Her next deduction was that he was probably going to be angry.   She
had to come up with a way to calm him down, or knock him out cold so she could
buy herself more time. He wouldn't hurt her because of this, right?
No, she concluded, he was too much of a wussy to even raise his voice against
her. And so it turned out that by the time the noodles reached the floor,
she had already decided to wink at him [ ^_~ ], followed by a quick and cute 'gomen~!'
[ <3 ], and perhaps sticking her tongue out afterwards [ ;P ]. Yes,
that would look so cute that he'd be all puddles of drool by the time she's
through with him.

"Gomen! ^_~" Sakura said it with such charm that she actually
resembled the cute-version Guu (character from Jungle wa Hale Nochi Guu, also
with pink hair). Inner Sakura promptly congratulated her host on her
brilliant performance with yet another 'Shannaro!'. Surely no Naruto could
resist. Heck, maybe even a heartless bastard like Sasuke would be
deterred. She was therefore completely caught off-guard by his reaction.

"Don't ever say something like that if you don't mean it."

"Stop being such a crybaby." Still caught up in her act, Sakura
responded to his heavy accusation by sticking her tongue out at him in
defiance.

"You don't care about me." The 'poofs!' that accompanied the
departures of his kage bunshins went unnoticed by both. The usual
sparkles found in his eyes were gone, and his voice carried a matter-of-factly
tone that fundamentally shook Sakura. She had seen that look maybe two or
three times in all the years that she'd known him, and it pierced her heart
every time she saw it. It was the look of utter defeat.   He
really has lost his trust in her, hasn’t he?

"Matte yo! (Wait!)" Desperation took over her voice as Naruto
started to turn away from her. He stopped mid-stride, but did not turn to
face her. The scene was strangely similar to a life-changing event that happened
on a dusty road in Konoha nearly a decade ago, and she knew instantly that she
would not, could not let it happen again. The man maybe different,
but her love for him was nonetheless the same. She was not going to lose
another man she loved.

"You baka, of course I care about you! Please, just let me make it
up to you!" Her body was already acting on her words. She
grabbed his shoulder and flung him around, and before her brain could issue a
'STOP!' order, she had literally leapt up and captured his lips with her own.

It was their first kiss ever with each other.

I tried a few new things here and there that only internet
literature can allow. Once again, please let me know what you think. It's not finished yet btw. -_-

Ja ne!
^^
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