Hey everyone. I'm gonna break that freakin' glass ceiling called original stories and just let my thoughts run their course. This story isn't your typical pairing, so don't bitch about it.
On another note, I'll do my absolute best to NOT make this Mary Sue-ish. Yes, I'm gonna make Ayame a genius but hey, will Itachi care for less?
Summary: Pssh. Itachi can't be the only genius. Fewer people know of the genius hiding among the streets of Konoha, hiding under the hat of a ramen chef- she's not just anyone, she's Itachi's resigned ex-teamate, Ayame
Now, for that disclaimer: NO I don't own Naruto. (makes me cry every time I say that, sniff, JK)
NOW onto the story… (which will obviously NOT follow that traditional plot)
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Wittyby: iCream
Chapter One: Genius to Ramen Chef?
Ayame stifled a giggle when Sakura angrily related just how Naruto had tripped straight into a daimyo on their last mission. He had apparently been walking just fine toward the daimyo when he had suddenly turned around to say something. Of course, when he turned back around, it was a wee bit different. His head had slammed into the daimyo's, knocked out his precious gold filling, and his arms had spun around wildly to slap the poor daimyo on both cheeks. Impressive in its own odd way. Needless to say, the mission couldn't have been more awkward, especially since the three jonin couldn't help but deny their ninja instincts and stare at the black hole which used to be the golden filling. Oh, and don't even get them started on the double handprints.
Mission failure.
Ayama gave one last giggle and shot Naruto an affectionate look before heaving a sigh. It was moments like this that allowed Ayame to temporarily forget some things. Luckily, her wandering mind was already captured before the more painful moments caught up to her.
Across the red pained counter, Naruto had started bawling, trying in vain to retrieve a piece of naruto that Sasuke had stolen from him.
"Sasuke you bastard, give it back!" Fake tears slid down his face like a broken water fountain.
Awww. How cute.
With another dull pang, she remembered her own admittedly short time as a ninja.
She tried to rein in the memories, but then let them overtake her. They were strong.
A surge of detestation overwhelmed her for a moment. Her teammates were no other than copy-ninja Kakashi and infamous S-ranked missing-nin, Uchiha Itachi. Kakashi hadn't originally been in her team. It was only after his own team had been killed. And after that, it wasn't long before Itachi left and she resigned. She had never thought that her own teammate would turn out so wrong. It was the kind of thing you heard in stories, never in one's own life.
She chuckled darkly. They had been the genin team of genii. How proud they were! But fat lot of good it was. Each one of them had been a genius in their own right. Each of them far surpassed the expectations they had been given, very nearly breaking the limits of humanity. What the hell was she talking about-Itachi had already broken those as well.
Oh how the mighty have fallen. Just look at how the three brightest genin of the century ended up. A murdering psychopath, a lazy pervert, and a lowly ramen chef.
Ayame was feeling particularly cynical today.
But at that time, they were just kids as well. They had always fought over food too. Who would get that disgusting last ration bar… who would take them out for ramen… the list went on. For a while-a very short while-, they had been innocent.
Sweet times.
Bah. Yet ending with nothing but emptiness.
She studied the three jonin. Naruto had grown, no longer the little boy who would come for ramen to raise his spirits. His wide, broken, but entirely too hopeful smile had transformed into a confident smirk that would leave more than one girl swooning in their seats. They were a pain to kick out. Sakura had also matured, and being the Godaime's apprentice had done wonders to her mentality. Ayame remembered the irritating, know-it-all brat that had come for ramen years earlier. Good thing time changed people. Ayame froze, wishing she didn't just let that last thought come to mind. Yes, time changed people, and often times not for the better. Her eyes drifted to the crook of her elbow, where her rolled up sleeves didn't quite manage to hid the thick, white roped scar before she forcefully tore them away to focus on Sasuke.
Sasuke.
He didn't remember her, that was for certain. He was just three or four when Itachi had invited her to the Uchiha Compound. Kids like him didn't remember every person they saw. He had grown in more than mere skill. His face, had become leaner and more rugged, no longer pale and smooth from a pampered life. His personality was drawn out by Naruto's as well, actually able to appreciate some time out with his friends. If she didn't know better, she'd think he was the younger form of...
Crash! Shards of porcelain pattered on the wooden floor as in a moment of weakness, her fingers slipped.
Her eyes were glazed. She couldn't help it. Images of times long gone raced across her mind. He looked just like Itachi did some years ago. Calm, serious, but a protective fire glinting in his eyes. The kind of intense gaze that was just like Itachi's. The kind of fire that Itachi's eyes always had until that last time she saw him. It had the same sincerity, same shocking power, same... tranquility. Uchiha Sasuke looked at peace. Looking utterly satisfied with his lot in life. Looked like HIM in his least guarded, most secret moment. Ayame shook herself, as she quickly swept up the mess while also ignoring the trio's questioning glance.
Damn memories.
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{Okay, yes that was short. I'm fully aware. I just want to get this out as a prologue to see what kind of feedback it was going to get.
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(this was copy pasted from death note.)