This inspiration just comes to me! and I just have to write it down. Man, I enjoy writing this. Hopes you all like it!
Don't own Naruto and Bolt
Today is a perfect day. As time rolls by, there is less and less paperwork on my desk. I feel relaxed, very content with the hard-earned peaceful era which everyone enjoys. Now, I can go home early and start carrying out my plan. Yes. My plan to make my son appreciate the greatest food of all times: ramen. I proudly call it as Hokage S-Ranked Ramen Operation.
"Are you having a lot of fun, kiddo?" I ruffle his unruly golden hair affectionately, because he really does look like me. I smile at his childish pout and his failing attempt to avoid my prying hand. He does not like to be showered with affection in public.
"Yeah, yeah Dad, please stop doing that!" Bolt huffs. "Let's go home real quick. I'm very hungry and want Mom's food."
"Nah, I'm treating you to the best restaurant in this whole wide world!" I sing-song cheerfully, but as usual, my boy does not have my same mood when it comes to "ramen". Petulantly, he crosses his arms and sulks, "I don't want ramen."
"C'mon kid, do your dad a favor yeah? Now's the day for our good bonding time between father and son. After all," I points out to a majestic building few meters ahead, "Ichiraku's closer than our home, let's give it a try, dattebayo!"
After some silence and my persistent pleading, my son gives a resigned nod, "Yeah, let's go. I'm hungry as hell, dattebayo!" Hinata will chastise his choice of word, but I let it slide because optimism is bubbling inside me. This plan will absolutely work. I have to thank Konohamaru who plays along with my idea and Sakura who finally gives her magic concoction, though I have to lie a bit. She will always laugh it off with, "Just deal with it, Naruto!"
"Four bowls of Super Special Miso Ramen please!" I order once we sit on a comfy chair.
"That many?" Bolt looks at me in disbelief.
"Yep, you need to eat a lot. Two bowls for me and two bowls for you. You look starving, kid!" I laugh heartily while he looks unsure.
"Umm, can you make it to one normal miso ramen with extra beef please?" he orders. The waiter notes it down, "so it will replace two bowls of Super Special Miso Ramen, Hokage-sama?" Our server looks nervous, and I can tell why. He must be new here, serving in exclusively VIP room.
"Okay, so makes those two bowls of super special and one bowl of normal miso ramen with extra beef. Are you sure you just want one, Bolt?" I ask again and a huge part of me wishes he wants more, but that's not the case here.
"No. And Oh." I perk up at his hesitance with interest, brimming with optimistic hope. "Can you please add more extra beef?" My face then falls and almost contorts to a scowl. 'Tch, I won't lose to that mutt!' But, I quickly hide it when our attendant repeats our order to make sure of everything.
While we're waiting for our food, I take out a vial of pink-colored liquid, which is a very important key to make my plan a success. If it's taken after a person is thoroughly exhausted and hungry, it will enhance whatever chemical in one's body or taste bud to perceive any food he consumes satiable and appetizing for only a few minutes. Its sole purpose is to force soldiers eat their food ration during war when they lose their appetite due to blood loss or bile in their mouth. Normally, I won't use this last resort; however, my previous failures have successfully forced me, or better said, justified the cause. After all, it's only for a few minute; and I'm sure after my son has just a tiny little bit of that taste (that rich heavenly blissful taste), he will love ramen in no time. My son excitedly drinks it all; I must say he's quite a daredevil, too. He proudly remarks that it tastes a bit sweet.
Finally, our ramen are served, and we dig in to our food. When it comes to my second most favorite thing of my life, I quickly lose myself in my dreamland. I have to admit and guiltily confess that ramen has almost taken over my most ultimate favorite thing: my family. Now in front of me, there's a much more important matter pressing at hand. So, after I wolf down my first bowl, I take a break to check on my son.
A content hum and chewing sound fills the room, undoubtedly from my son, Bolt, whose appearance and personality take after me. I can see he's clearly enjoying his meal from how he ducks his head into his bowl. Words cannot describe how super-elated I really am. I'm pretty sure I can die like a happy old man right now, except that I'm not that old yet.
"Hey, do you want more?" I smirk, taken aback by his sparkling ocean eyes and vigorous nod. I ring a bell to call our waiter, and poof, there he is. Ayame is surely getting more creative by training her employees basic shinobi skill. Not to mention a special luxurious room reserved only for the Seventh Hokage, which is me. Bolt quickly lifts his bowl and almost shouts, "Please add more beef please!"
Wait a second. Beef? My brain comes to a halt and reprocesses everything. As the waiter is taking his bowl, I quickly stop him.
"Wait! Wait." I peer into his bowl and notice few slices of meat are scattered on top. From the looks of it, the noodle beneath is still intact, and the soup too! I take a deep long sigh. My struggle of three months to come up with a convincing lie to get that precious vial has ended up increasing his appetite for beef. Damn!
But I am Naruto, and a Hokage too. Of course, I won't easily give up. That has been my way of ninja. If I can become a Hokage, then I can make my son love ramen. I won't let him win so easily.