Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. These drabbles, however, are mine.
Dango
'Really,' reflected Kisame as he twirled the thin stick between his fingers,'What's so good about dango?' What was it about dango that possessed the emotionless Uchiha to order it every time they stopped for more supplies? Every. Single. Time. While it wasn't that often, the amount he ordered was more than compensation. Kisame withheld a grumble as a pale hand rose to signal another serving.'What's wrong with sushi?'
"Order something else then." Observant as always.
The Mist missing-nin withheld a sigh this time and complied with a snap of his fingers then waited for someone to come. He knew his diet wasn't restricted; he was just defending the magnificent delicacy. "Sushi's delicious." He grumbled, softly but still audible to the other's highly trained ears. Okay, so he was a bit temperamental today, but who could blame him? It'd been so boring lately. The closest they came to a fight was some local grandma accidentally tripping passing customers as she argued over the price of fish.
"Valued customer, what would you like?" The voice was…happy sounding. Chirpy, cheerful and… rising waters, sincere. The unexpected change from the usual forced service temporarily poked him from his moping. He looked up to face a smiling waitress, pen and paper at the ready.
But before he could even start his order, his senses pricked up at the presence of another ninja, which soon followed by a pitiful thump. He didn't need the sight from the corner of his eyes to confirm the truth; the boastful demands of "the best service" and impatient thumping against the wooden table were more than enough. After months of battle-withdrawal, all he got was a weak chunin, at most. He didn't even have the standard sparring against Itachi! The Uchiha was too preoccupied with deciphering and creating jutsu without the use of the Sharingan.
Amongst all the commotion to please the pathetic chunin, the waitress before him remained serene and smiling, completely unfazed.
"Sushi," he grinned triangularly teeth at her, "with fresh salmon."
"Our apologies, sir, but we don't serve sushi here." She tapped the pen thoughtfully. "I would recommend the restaurant around the corner, next to the bakery, for sushi."
Once again Kisame was interrupted by the increasingly annoying ninja, this time demanding for the plate of dango that was coming towards their table…Itachi's. The man in question looked unruffled, but Kisame knew better than to judge by appearances. The chunin was starting another vocal round, or continuing it didn't matter, of protests that he deserved better and whatnot. Wordlessly, their waitress clicked her pen closed, walked over and seized the plate of dangos from the wavering waiter. The other ninja grinned smugly, finally ceasing his rant. But instead of delivering the dangos to the other side, she returned and placed it in front of Itachi. Clicking her pen open, she smiled at Kisame, "What would you like instead?"
A kunai flew towards the waitress' notepad but was intercepted by a thin, still sticky stick. Itachi was chewing another dango and Kisame smirked, "Dango's fine."
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