Trying my hand at romance Fics review flames are welcome.
Discliaimer- Do Not own Naruto it belongs to the genius. Masashi Kishimoto
The Ramen girl.
It was five O'clock in the afternoon as a sixteen year old Chouji Akimichi was walking towards the Ichiraku ramen bar. He was hungry. He was supposed to have dinner with Ino and Shikamaru but they were busy and said they needed to do important things and left him in the training field alone.
He was thinking that ever since Asuma sensei died that those two got closer. Real close to the point when Ino and Shikamaru were training and Ino "accidentally" fell Shikamaru would "accidentally" trip and land on top of her. They would stay in that position for a few minutes not until he said something anyway. He was thinking most of the way to Ichiraku's sometimes stopping to smell the beautiful aroma of ramen. When he found himself infront of the shop he ordered so much ramen that it could be compared to Naruto's apetite for ramen.
When he finished devouring the ramen and paid he was walking out of the bar when he saw a very familiar girl walking towards the back entrance of the bar.
She's back he thought to him as a smile started to form on his face. He started to run and abruptly stopped in front of her. "Hi Ayame" Chouji said with his smile getting even wider. It was the cute daughter of Ichiraku Teuchi, Ichiraku Ayame.
"Hello Chouji, I haven't seen you for a while" she said with a smile that matched Chouji.
"You look well, when did you get back" he asked?
"I got back this morning; I just went to deliver some ramen to Tsunade Sama."
"That's good" Chouji running out of things to say.
"Yeh…"
"Yeh…"
"Well I'd better go now. I'll see you later okay" she said as she waved goodbye and started walking towards the bar.
"Will you go out with me" Chouji finally blurted out blushing like there was no tomorrow.
This came out as a shock for both of them. She's only been back for half the day and she's already been asked out.
"Sure. Pick me up here tomorrow at five". She smiled her cute smile and went inside the bar.
Chouji was happy. Ayame was the first girl he liked. She was beautiful, she was kind, and she can cook. He was head over heels with her. Ever since she left for her trip his love for her was amplified to the degree of a million burning suns. His love wasn't like I love your cooking love even though he did love her cooking, it was the never shall I let you go love; the I will die for you love the love everyone deserved.
Chouji pondered in his thoughts of Ayame for the rest of the day even while trying to sleep, hoping he wouldnt srew up. After all this is his first date.
How wierd. Flames welcome. Tell me if i should continue.