Delicacy
He was no stranger to overindulgence. His clan was somewhat famous for it, after all (or infamous, depending on what country you were allied to). Choji knew well the kinds of trouble gluttony could lead to, troubles beyond a bad bellyache.
He almost dropped his chips in shock when he found out that Naruto and Sakura had left the village. Choji wasn't as smart as his teammate Shikamaru, but he wasn't stupid. He didn't buy the story Tsunade was trying to spoon-feed the Rookie 9 plus Team Gai. Naruto's relationship with Sai hadn't been exactly hush-hush, even if it wasn't advertised across billboards all over Mt. Oinari.
The blond man had never been one for subtlety.
Lips pressed into a tight line, he pondered on the situation. Whereas the Akimichis were gluttons for food, Naruto, it seemed, was a glutton for more…carnal pursuits. Perhaps that fell better into the sin of lust, but Choji felt it went beyond that. When Sasuke had returned, Naruto had looked at the brunet as if he wanted to eat his face off (as well as other parts of the Uchiha's anatomy).
The heavyset young man glanced over at said Uchiha. Both Sasuke and Sai sported eerily feminine curves around their middles. He cut that train of thought off before it could start.
No, he wasn't even going to start thinking about…Nope, not even starting.
It wasn't his business and to be completely honest, Choji wasn't sure why he was even here. No one, save for Team 7—no, Team Kakashi, he reminded himself—had ever been particularly close to Naruto and it was unlikely that anyone would have even noticed the blonde was "out-of-town" until someone passed by Ichiraku's (in which case it probably would have been Choji himself who noticed first, or at the very least, Shikamaru, because the Nara was observant like that), and even then, everyone would have just thought he was on an extended mission or something similar.
There really was no point to this meeting, was there?
But no, that wasn't entirely true, he thought, glancing between Tsunade and the two remaining members of Team Kakashi. The point of this meeting was to embarrass, anger, and humiliate Sai and Sasuke, wasn't it, Tsunade? Holding grudges was no small weakness of hers, along with the gambling and alcoholism (though he wasn't about to complain about the sake consumption out loud; she had purchased many a fine bottle from the Akimichi stores over the years). He wondered if her stubbornness would lead to her downfall—she had hated Mt. Oinari for nearly two decades until she met Naruto and now that someone(s) had done something to make the blond man take off…Choji was so glad he wasn't in Sasuke and Sai's sandals.
It was…a bit of a shame that Naruto had such an…insatiable hunger for, uh…"intimacy." Gluttony was a sin a person had to tread delicately because it was deeply intertwined with greed—there was a consistent want for more. The Akimichis, though big gourmands, taught self-restraint as fiercely as any shinobi training, pounded it into their heads that once they reached a certain point, alarm bells started screaming, "hey, you need to stop or you'll have some very bad indigestion tomorrow."
Yeah, Naruto definitely didn't have that kind of restraint, not with sex or even ramen, for that matter.
Choji bit back a groan and pinched the bridge of his nose—food and fornication should never be in the same train of thought! Don't go there, keep them apart, far apart…he wouldn't let Naruto's perverted nature infest his mind, because Choji was a gentle giant, a gentleman, and he definitely didn't want to have thoughts about aprons and honey or chocolate syrup covering—
No! No way! Not even! Not going there. At all. Ever. Just no.
Damn Naruto, and damn that Jiraiya for turning Naruto into such a lecher. Sin was definitely contagious. And Choji was no stranger to gluttony.
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