I have no excuse for this, except that it's been sitting on my folder for way too long. So there you go.
"What's that noise?" Kurama growled, appearing with a poof of smoke and covering the ears of the clone under his possession.
"Finally decided to stop sulking, fluffybutt?" Naruto answered, flipping the pancake without turning around to look at the fox.
"Shut up, I wasn't sulking," Kurama frowned, before redirecting his hate to glare at the little radio on the corner. "Why are you listening to that noise, though? It's terrible."
"It's rock&roll, fuzzy" he said, carefully taking the finished pancake out of the pan and into a plate. "Octopops would call you a blasphemer if he even heard you."
Kurama snorted, and looked curiously at Naruto's meal. "That octopus can try come fight me whenever he wants. What is that?"
"Pancake," the jinchuuriki answered, sitting down and taking the bottle of syrup next to him to dump a generous amount over it.
"...What happened with ramen, kit?" Kurama asked suspiciously. "They forbid you from it again?"
Naruto kept silent, instead taking a bite and chewing, slowly at that. Kurama started to feel the beginnings of worry gnawing at him.
"Kit?" he finally asked, when the silence stretched for too long.
"They said I was sulking too much so they forbade me from eating ramen for a week," Naruto finally said, looking at his not-clone's face for the first time. "It's bullshit 'ttebayo."
"You...look quite calm..." Kurama started, slowly inching away from the blond. On the one hand, he wanted to tease the kid for his own sulking, but on the other hand, watching him act so calm and collected while talking about being banned from eating ramen turned on every single alarm in his head faster than Hatake's Raikiri.
"They won't sell me ramen at the market, not even the instantaneous one, and when I tried to convince obaa-chan to release the ban she told me it was karma biting back my butt, and I've been four days without ramen now and living off of fruit and sweets and vegetables," he said, picking up the pace as he talked and his words started to have a slightly hysterical edge to them.
"Kit..."
"I don't think I'm going to survive this, Kurama," Naruto whispered, gripping his hair and looking at the table with the look of a man pushed to his very limits. "I'm cracking."
Kurama sighed, and rubbed his eyes.
This fucking kid.
"I'll buy you ramen," he said, and Naruto's head turned so fast Kurama's hearing caught the snapping sound under the radio's still present hellish sounds. "Just stop sulking and cheer up. I'll be right back. And turn off that damn thing."
Before he could do anything though, Kurama found himself with a handful of Naruto, so suddenly he lost his foot and fell, taking the blond with him.
And then his attempts to even ask what the hell were cut before he could open his mouth by a warm, eager one covering his own, seemingly trying to scream gratitude without uttering a word. Instinctively, Kurama kissed back.
Maybe he'd been sulking too long and for a stupid reason. It definitively hadn't been worth the two weeks he'd been without those lips or the cheerful blond's company annoying him and making him happy at the same time (not that he'd ever admit that out loud).
It definitively hadn't been good on the kit.
(It took him a long time to get to that ramen which, all things considered, was worrying enough.)
Note: I do know that Killer B raps, and I'm pretty sure he's the biggest fan ever to the genre. But I can't but headcanon him as liking other genres as well, so. Sue me.