Deep in its dark dungeon, the Kyuubi was growling menacingly. If Naruto had been there, it might even have intimidated him. At least the Kyuubi hoped so. But Naruto wasn't in his mindscape at this time of day; he never was…
"Lunchtime," snarled the Kyuubi, "stupid brat. I am sick of ramen."
Meanwhile, Naruto's stomach growled angrily as he sat down with his former teacher at Ichiraku's.
"Itadakimasu!" the boy shouted, gobbling his ramen noisily.
Iruka echoed him and began to eat at a normal pace. He observed his former student inhaling his fourth, fifth, and sixth bowls. Iruka had barely finished his first; Naruto had probably trained hard that morning.
"Where do you put it all?" Iruka asked, half-jokingly. "It's like you have a hollow leg."
"'Dunno…" Naruto said, slurping a long noodle off of his chin. "…but I always have room for more!" He reached for another bowl, his stomach growling again.
With barely disguised contempt, the Kyuubi watched Naruto's ramen drift past his prison. Someday he would make the blond brat pay for this humiliation. It was too bad he couldn't strangle the one who had the bright idea to seal him into a growing boy's belly.
