Author's Note: I like Konohamaru. I don't know why I'm doing something like this to him.
Genre: multichaptered drabble, humor/general
Parings: none (NaruSasu if you squint)
Rating: Kplus at its worse
Summary: Konohamaru has a lot of people to choose from. He picks Naruto first. Naturally.
What's Love?
Chapter One: Naruto's Guess
By: Mazzie May
"Man, this is not good," Konohamaru sighed, wandering his namesake's streets. Love. Love! Of all the stupid… See, he tried to make himself feel better by telling himself that this "love" was so mysterious that it was the best out of the bunch, so of course he would get it.
If what Naruto said was true, then is a few hours time he'd believe his own lie. Oh, my God! That's it!
Konohamaru bolted down the road, making his way to the one place he knew he could find him. After hanging a tight left, he stood in front of the Ichiraku Ramen Stand.
Hopping in, but still not touching the cloth flaps, he scanned the stools for Naruto.
He wasn't there.
Readjusting his goggles after the sprint, he walked back out to the road. He hadn't heard any complaining about dishes, so he didn't think he missed him. He'd just have to wait. Just as he was getting settled on a crate at the side of the shop, he heard a very loud and distinct, "Sakura-chaaan!"
Followed by an equally loud, "NO!" A beat, nothing. Then a muffled 'thump' and Naruto was seen skidding on his face towards Ichiraku's. As Konohamaru pushed off the crate, Naruto stopped right at his feet.
"Whoa!" he cried out, dropping down. "You okay, Boss?"
Naruto mumbled something about "not fair", then pushed himself up slowly. When he say Konohamaru looking at him, he sat up straight, grinning like usual. "Of course I am!" he yelled, laughing loudly. Standing, he turned to his former 'pupil'. "Why're you here, Konohamaru?"
"Oh!" The boy in question leaned back, his hands folded behind his head. "I came to ask for your wisdom, Boss!"
Naruto blinked, then chuckled, rubbing his noise. "Of course you did!" He looked over at Ichiraku's. "But wisdom doesn't come free, you know?" The boy nodded.
"Of course, Boss."
"Buy me a bowl of ramen and we'll talk."
Three bowls later, he popped the question.
"Boss, what's love?"
Konohamaru grumbled as he dragged his feet down the dirt road. Well, that had been a waste of time. Though, the Boss did point him towards someone who might be able to help. After he was done choking…
"Boss, what's love?"
Naruto violently coughed out noodles and sneezed broth. Konohamaru, leaned over quickly, and pounded his back, doing his best to get the ramen out of Naruto's air way. The noodles worried him the most.
Ironically, the last thing for Naruto to cough up was a piece of naruto. Seething heavily through his teeth, Naruto looked at Konohamaru. "What?"
"What's love," the kid repeated slowly. Naruto shook his head a little, and then started messing with his headband. "Why do you wanna know?"
"It's an assignment! We had to pick emotions and stuff and I got love and—" Naruto cut him off.
"Oh, that stupid thing," he muttered, nodding. "I got camaraderie, hmph." He looked a little put off. Konohamaru pressed on anyway.
"Great. So, what's love?"
Naruto
closed his
eyes as he so often did as he spoke. "Well, I think it's
different for everybody." Konohamaru's face fell. Naruto, in an
effort to give him something to work with, " But uhm… If you love
someone, you gotta like them a lot. Like you're pulled to them. Like,
when you see them, you just get this feeling. You just gotta..." he he
opned his eyes, staring at the bar. "Talk to them..."
The Honourable Grandson was scribbling in notebook. "Magnets that speak, got it. How does someone know you love 'em, Boss?"
"Hmm…" He crossed his arms. "You could give them flowers…"
So, off to the Yamanako flower shop he was. After all, if you give flowers to people you love, surely someone working there would know what love is. Wouldn't want to give flowers to the wrong person, right? Right.
A nine year old's logic is amazing.
Though, it could take a good hour to get there from were he was. He looked around, then up a small incline, smiling. Cutting through the training grounds would cut forty minutes, easy.
Author's Note: On his way to the flower shop, he'll run into a few
people. Some helpful, but mostly not. Up next, Gai-sensei and Tenten.
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