So this is an old project
that I've been working on since like
2015. This thing is ancient as fuck
I've been losing the inspiration to write
for my other fanfictions; so here you go
this hogwash of a mess that I actually
quite enjoyed writing lol
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Chapter 1: I Just Wanted Some Ramen
"Remind me again why we're docking here?" A frustrated sigh was heard. "I really want to get to this resort already!"
Another frustrated sigh echoed. "We're out of supplies and quite frankly, I need a break from all the sloshing waters…and you."
"Oh please, I'm not that bad." The first responded indignantly. "If anything, I need a break from you."
"Naruto." The second voice slapped his hand upon his face. "Shut up."
The instant the gangplank had fallen, the four Konoha shinobi jumped ship. Orange and green blurred through the docks, pushing and swiping past men and women in the market. The mission, escape each other's presence as quickly as possible – ignore all questions and distractions – the goal, the desire; see someone other than one another. Hear voices other than each other's. Monotony had become ear splitting horror, transforming their boring and annoyingly buoyant reality to a waking nightmare.
They've been on that rocking, sloshing, shaking thing rife with enmity for far too long and it was beginning to grate on their painfully thin nerves. It was a unanimous agreement, albeit unspoken, the smallest, the minutest thing, no matter the source or object out of place, each of them would lose every ounce of their proverbial shit. Naruto, more so than his companions. Even now, his soles beating and tapping against the wooden planks of the dock couldn't deter the shaking feeling.
He hobbled, fighting the crashing waves reverberating in his ears. Naruto held his stomach, listening to the ever seasick Gai-sensei barf up an ocean of goop. Green wallowed in the light blue waters surrounding the island, creating a dark hole of uncertainty and unquestionable disgust. Unbeknownst to him, half his face twitched while the other fell slack, tired and honestly in need of some serious R&R. There were things he needed to forget; there were things he needed to reflect on, and he knew he wouldn't accomplish any of that if he continued to listen to that green jumpsuit wearing throw up machine, give the sapphire ocean a new color palette. Feet finally meeting paved roads and cobblestone, he released the most powerful sigh of relief he'd ever known he could muster.
"Okay…" Head spinning as he took in a breath to rival the one he just released. Eyes whipped back and forth, watching his sensei and jōnin companions take off. "First order of business, RAMEN!"
Taking a few strides, he smirked to himself. The island was definitely a one of a kind. From the triplet mountain tops with silhouettes at their summits bearing semblance to a village, to the various restaurants and small eateries dotting the dock and the inner village. His mouth watered at the possibilities and the ramen; oh the ramen, he could smell heaven wafting with the oceanic breeze.
Fishing his pouch for Gama-chan, his first real best friend, he pulled it out relishing at how fat she'd become. The fatter, the better he mused. Tossing her up and down, his smile beamed hearing the Ryo cents jingle and the Ryo paper notes rustle within, like music. Not only was she incredibly dependable, she was talented. Naruto had a soft chuckle, tossing the frog wallet between his hands.
Little did he know, there was a soft scuffle coming, a rustle that could easily ruin the vibe, the aura of his day. A nagging feeling pulled at the back of his mind. He knew something was happening, but he needed ramen, he needed a moment, just one moment of peace. But that feeling would not leave him alone – now his legs were ignoring his orders. His heart raced feeling the sweat trickle down the back of his neck, such a scuffle couldn't be normal – there had to be a fight.
But ramen…
Naruto whipped his head back towards the source of his perturbation. There wasn't a thing out of place; merchants selling their wares, fishermen delivering to the market along the docks, a giant robot.
Wait…what?
Rubbing his eyes, a great robot was standing just down the street, its metallic body glimmered in the light of midday. Upon it there were a series of greens and browns, coupled with a pair of numbers painted upon its chassis. Tilting his head, blue eyes locked with the horrid contraption, narrowing upon the pilot. In the cockpit, a lecherous looking man sat with glasses and a grin stretched across his face. But as his vision began to clear, his rebellious feet finally began to move, barely yet definitely following his commands. His feet twisted in the opposite direction of the monstrosity. It wasn't his business and it sure as hell wasn't his fight; he was only here to rest up, get away from his jōnin companions and fill his belly with as much ramen as it could carry.
Suddenly, a few shouts and calls of fear echoed in those throbbing ears of his. He bit his lip, clenching his fists; doing everything and anything in his power to not get involved. Too many pit stops on islands he'd honestly never known existed, had brought them to their lack of supplies. Getting involved would only delay him further – and please; he really wanted to see this resort. Learning that he'd get to meet an octopus that could talk was probably the greatest thing he'd ever heard in his life. Any more stops and R&R would simply delay his date with destiny – literally.
But DAMN those calls of horror and screams of terror. That robot's feet were loud and thunderous to the innocent and uncaring. Such a thing was far from what Naruto wanted to hear while he slurped away at his soon to be witnessed, ocean of ramen. It was only a few more steps, just a few more shops away. He could see the trickle, the cloud and steam of ramen boiling creeping from an open stall. Shutting his eyes a few times, Naruto's back tensed. His arms were stiff and pretty much every muscle in his body clenched; he was going to lose his mind.
Agh, what the hell…
Spinning on his heels, he faced the direction of the robot; hitai-ate straps waving in the wind with dust rising from his rustled sandals. The beast of a creation hobbled forward, shattering the cobblestone poking from the dirt path. With chakra in his ears; Naruto could hear the man giggle, hell, cackle like a madman. Narrowing his eyes, the boy caught sight of strings of chakra running from the man's fingertips. Thinking and running through his thoughts; such a technique looked incredibly familiar. It was then that it hit him; it was a puppet, a lot like Sasori and Kankuro's abilities.
Congrats me for remembering! Naruto cheered.
Either way, puppet or no, such a thing needed to be stopped and defeated. The people were terrified. Why was this guy attacking this innocent village; why was this place –
"Hey!" The boy called a bit surprised.
Interrupting his train of thought, a girl with a white hood and poncho pushed past him. Her shoulder bumped his arm throwing him off balance for just a moment. He was about to reach out but a strong yet feminine hand wrapped around his wrist holding him in place. Cold skinned and a little worried, eyes shot towards the source but came to find none other than a tall, powerful looking kunoichi.
She was slender with spikey brown hair. Imposing and tall, Naruto was certain she was as tall as Jiraiya! The woman looked upon him shaking her head softly, all the while motioning him to watch. The girl before him stepped along sandals beating against the cobblestone and pavement. She continued walking, fearless of the giant metal puppet before her. Half of him knew that he could flip the woman if he so pleased, but the other half, the louder half, really wanted to see what this girl – kunoichi – could do. It was interesting; the girl didn't look like much, sure she had a large poncho and a hood over her head, but details.
Suddenly, the poncho and hood flew off her figure revealing a grey body suit that was rather form fitting. Her hair was long, tied into a ponytail that reached down her lower back. Her hitai-ate straps waved in the winds somehow not catching with her hair. As her poncho drifted off, her hands fell to her sides. With a beautiful flick of her wrists; shuriken appeared in her hands. And he didn't even see her reach into her shuriken pouches!
A loud, heinous cackle was heard coming from across the street as the metal puppet came closer. Naruto really wanted to help now. Ramen be damned at this point – A FRIGGEN ROBOT PUPPET was attacking this girl! She sure could handle herself – probably – but he didn't feel right just sitting back and watching a fight ensue.
Soft thuds were heard and soon enough, a series of projectiles shot out towards her. Such things mattered little; she hurled her shuriken, picking each and every missile and rocket out of the air, popping and destroying each and every attack the puppeteer had in his arsenal. But once his long ranged assault had come to an end and his arsenal exhausted; she charged forward like the wind, practically disappearing before his eyes.
Taking to the air with wind channeling off her legs, she flipped mid-air before bringing her leg down in a powerful, earth-shattering axe-kick. The windshield shattered and the rest of the puppet ripped in half like paper. Her kick didn't stop though; it continued tearing through the contraption until it exploded sending the pilot/puppeteer flying into the distance in an incredibly comical way. Once the smoke cleared and the debris had finished falling from the sky, all that remained – ignoring the scorch marks and crater of her assault – was the girl that pretty much shat on an opponent with one kick.
One. Kick.
The initial shock wore off and Naruto's heart raced at the sight! Such power was insane! He remembered hearing the report of Sakura's battle with Sasori's puppets; the girl used her super strength on almost all of them and Sasori's final body – his real one – was nearly indestructible. But those puppets were made of wood and other material, but this puppet was full metal and didn't sound hollow. This girl shoved her foot through foot after foot of metal with ease, like a warm knife to butter.
Who cares about ramen? I want to know who the hell she is!
Blinking a few times, the girl appeared before him. Ignoring the incredible cleavage she had, his eyes locked her jade green orbs. Not a glimmer was in those eyes of hers. Almost dull in shade, Naruto's sapphire were almost inverse of her jade. But none of that mattered the moment her lips began to move and her voice, like silk, entered his ears.
"You." She said. Her jade eyes boring holes into his sapphire.
"M-Me?" Naruto responded, unknowing of what to say.
"You are a Konoha shinobi, are you not?" The girl was clearly doing her best to not glare at him.
"I-I am. What can I do for you?" Naruto asked.
The woman who held him before walked up next to the girl and handed her the poncho. Naruto was in awe – how did the woman even get it without letting go of him before? Nevertheless, the older woman nodded her head to the girl and shared a few hushed words. Soon enough the girl wrapped it around her body in a quick and orderly fashion and headed off down the street, leaving Naruto and the woman.
"Now that she is no longer here…" the woman nodded once more. "I am Tokiwa and she is Shizuka, the heiress to Nadeshiko village – the village on the three mountain summits. You are a Konoha shinobi, by any chance do you know the apprentice of Jiraiya of the Sannin?"
Ero-sennin? Naruto was about to open his mouth and spill the beans of his status – err former status as Jiraiya's apprentice, but his eyes lowered to the woman's chest. This woman had a rack to rival Tsunade's! It was at this moment that Naruto feared for his life and happiness, after all, if a woman with a large rack was looking for someone using his former sensei as a reference, something must be afoot. Something that Naruto wanted no part of.
"Nope." He responded with a blank expression. "I haven't seen the guy in a long while."
"Alright, thank you." Tokiwa walked away to follow after her apparent charge.
Watching her charge off down the street, Naruto took a deep breath and placed his hands to the back of his head. "None of my business; none of my business; none of my business…now…time for some ramen…"
Trudging through the streets, Naruto followed after the scent of that heavenly broth. No more than thirty minutes had passed and before he knew it, his legs moved on their own as his brain had turned to mush. A heavenly chorus had begun to sing as he practically floated into the ramen stand. While it was no Ichiraku, damn it all to heck, ramen is ramen and ramen dictated life and death. Plopping onto a seat, he ordered a total of seven bowls of pork and miso ramen. He had to make up for lost time and meals after all. In almost no time at all, the first round of bowls were slapped onto the counter in front of him.
Just as he snapped his chopsticks though, a voice called out from behind. "Naruto! Ah, of course I'd find you here. You mind if I sit with you?"
"Nope." Naruto smiled. "What're you doing looking for me, Aoba? I thought it was unanimous that we'd avoid each other for our time on this island."
"It was, but strangely enough, I was cornered by a woman on my way from the Inn." The jōnin shrugged as he ordered himself a bowl of ramen. Naruto's face paled slightly. "And they asked if I knew where the apprentice of Jiraiya of the Sannin was."
"D-Did you say anything to them?" Naruto asked worriedly.
The jōnin felt a smirk growing on his face. "Of course not. I would never give away a comrade's position, even to kunoichi who seem to pose no threat –"
"–best way to find Naruto-kun is to rummage through every ramen stand in the vicinity!" A loud, boisterous voice appeared.
Aoba and Naruto shared looks of worry. If the purple color dripping down the blond's forehead was any indication; imminent demise was certain. Worried, the jōnin drew a kunai adopting a defensive stance as he did. "Get ready."
A great roaring sigh of frustration rushed from Naruto's lungs. "I just wanted some ramen…"
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