A.N: okay, my other fic died. I'm sorry. I may continue it later if I feel like some crack time though.
this one is new. please review?
Disclaimer: all Naruto related things belong to the author of the manga, not the author of the fanfic
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It was horrible. Everything about it was horrible. The people, the work, the atmosphere, the fucking concrete under his shoes. It was all completely horrible.
"No really, today fucking sucks." a few faces turned to glare at the walking blonde as he shamelessly cursed out loud, but he paid them no mind and continued walking.
He was currently on his way to his one haven, the local ramen shop where he could hopefully talk the owner into giving him one last free bowl before his bill was due.
"It's not my fault... ugh." He shoved his hands into his faded orange hoodie and sighed. Today he had just not been in the mood to get in a fight with a teacher and get a three hour detention. It was the teachers fault anyway. If anyone had actually looked at the math, he had gotten a 78 on the test, not a 48.
"Stupid teachers out to get me... ha, well good. Less I need to worry about."
He reached the ramen shop half an hour before closing time, which was good, there was less chatter going on.
The blonde pushed the door open as loudly as he could so he wouldn't have to verbally announce his presence, and luckily it succeeded.
"Ah, Naruto... Come to pay your bill?" the large man behind the counter asked. He was one of he few who was never accusatory towards the blonde, and would never realize just how appreciated that was.
"I'm afraid not sir... they keep giving me detentions days I'm supposed to work, so I'm never gonna get enough money... I'm kind of close though. Halfway there... Ehe..."
"Well better than nothing..." the man looked around the shop for a moment and turned back to Naruto when he realized it was empty. "How about a free bowl tonight. A Christmas gift. Hmmm?"
"... Seriously? Uhm, wow, okay... Thank you so much."
Naruto sat at one of the barstools as his bowl of ramen was being prepared. He really couldn't believe the kindness of the old man. "Kindness..." He mumbled under his breath. It's something he guessed he wasn't used to.
As the blonde was waiting for his bowl another customer walked quietly in to the shop. He or she, Naruto couldn't tell, had there face covered with a dark blue hood and looked rather suspicious because of it. The blonde looked from the side of his eye as the person sat three barstools from his left.
"Can I get you anything?"
Naruto jumped. Apparently the old man heard the door open and came back out to get the others order.
"Yes... One bowl of miso please."
Okay so it was definitely male.
"Coming right up... yours will be out in a minute Naruto.
"Thank you."
Naruto sighed and turned to the other waiting. He looked... Young... he couldn't exactly tell from the hood but he certainly didn't give off an old vibe... but then he'd be around Naruto's age and he had never seen him before. The blonde sighed again and turned to stare at the counter. "Stupid..." he mumbled under his breath.
"What is?" the other snapped. Naruto jumped. No one ever replied to his mumbles.
"Nothing! ... Just everything. Eeh..." Oops.
The other hummed a short response and looked ahead again. Naruto sighed and was close to angsting but the old man brought his gift ramen out.
"Ah! Thank you so much!"
"I promise you, it's no problem. But you need to get your billed paid... by... new years."
"New years!?" Naruto's stomach growled. "Fine, fine. Ramen time!" the blonde began stuffing his face with more noodles than he could chew. It was an interesting site for the other two in the shop.
"Right well," The old man turned to the other, "just a minute and yours will be out..."
"Thanks..."
Naruto was grinning into his noodles. "This sure as hell is the right way to cheer up after such a bad day!" he continued to eat the noodles until they were gone. When he was done he sat back and rubbed his stomach, but became apprehensive. he wasn't exactly ready to leave yet. Luckily though he found and excuse. he felt a pair of eyes staring at him, and who could it be but the other boy in the shop?
"Hey, do you want something?" The blonde turned to the other to see his hood fallen off and jaw slightly slack. it didn't suit the overall face though. He looked like he was normally very professional.
"... how much do you owe here?"
"Well let's see... since last time I've paid about fifty bowls... four dollars a bowl... two hundred dollars about... why?"
"You eat... horribly."
"What!?" Naruto's face dropped. That didn't really fit with what was being discussed in the conversation. "I eat fast but I maintain my manners!"
"No... You don't."
Naruto glared. He didn't need to be chastised for his eating habits of all things.
"And I suppose you eat with such grace and dignity that women bow down and say 'oooh wow, look at this man and his beautiful un-manly like eating habits! He is so awesome'"
The other grinned, "Sadly, yes."
"Oh fuck you." Naruto jumped off his barstool, deciding not to wait to thank the old man once more and left the shop.
"What an asshole... fuck." The blonde was now walking in basic darkness, only lit by the street lights on his sides. It was a pretty place at night somehow, with the lighting and moon. it made everything look surreal, compared to the annoying activity of everyday life. Yes, the city of Konoha was much prettier at night.
Not to long after beginning to walk, Naruto reached his apartment. it was run down but still looked really pretty from the outside, with that same surreal lighting Konoha managed to pull off.
The blonde struggled to unlock the overused door but it managed and he pushed it in. He hated coming home for the soul reason that no one was ever there and there was never any noise. Just pure untouched silence.
Naruto shuffled his feet loudly walking in to the apartment and put the lights on tentatively. he was always paranoid there would be someone there, but not someone welcome. Once again there was no one when he turned on the lights. Only his stuff.
Naruto sighed and started talking to himself again about how shitty the day was and how tomorrow had better be better, or else. He threw himself on his old brown couch and put some music on with the remote control so he could stop talking to himself. It came on quietly, like it was set to, just to provide some white noise for the blonde to fall asleep to.
He could've always gone to his designated bedroom, but that always seemed worse.