NOTE: This is a rough and incomplete idea and story, with no substance whatsoever and posted for the sole reason of motivating me to actually finish it.
It is posted in the categories it's posted in because the story is still undeveloped, so I don't know what category it would belong in and I sincerely apologize if anyone opened this expecting to find an at least half finished story and more than a few rough lines.
Takeout
Naruto's hungry but none of the stores or restaurants in the village will serve him.
Text in italic is thoughts.
Text in bold AND italic is Kyuubi's speech.
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Naruto was walking down one of the many winding streets of Konoha, a lone traveller on that foggy night. The sound of his stomache growling rumbled through the air around him as he continued on, watching food stall after food stall prepare to clsoe down for the night, even the ones that were usually open 24 hours. He neared yet another that appeared to have not started closing yet and the cook shooed him away, glaring.
Maa, I'm hungry! And it's all your fault too stupid fox! How is it my fault? They hate me because of you! I want foooooooooooood. FOOD! FOOD! F FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! Shut it you brat before I get angry.
"Naruto!" Naruto focused out of his intense conversation, if you can call it that, with the damn fox and looked up. He had almost not recognized Lee until the trademark green jumpsuit came into view through the dense fog because of the odd lack of excessive exclamation points and shouting. "…Lee?"