Hey guys!~ Merry Christmas! I thought you deserved something to do to get away from the 'rents. So here it is. CHAPTER 2!

Chapter 2

Allies.

"Put these on. You look like a fool in those clothes." Sasuke threw a pair of black slacks, a white button up shirt, and a black overcoat. I fingered through them and held them by the tips like they stunk to high heavens. "What's the matter?"

"I hate formal clothes." I proclaimed as I tossed them onto the bed. I crossed my arms and glared at the new enemy. They looked uncomfortable and new. New means I would have to break them in. New meant it has a bad scent.

"Doesn't matter...?" Sasuke rolled his hand in a 'go on' motion.

"Naruto." I mumbled under my breath. "Naruto Uzumaki." Sasuke scooped the uniform up into his arms and shoved them at me. The force of the clothes pushed me back a little.

"Doesn't matter Uzumaki. Now get dressed." He barked back at me. My opinion didn't matter in the slightest to him. He just stood there staring at me. "You work under me now." He blew out the candles so the dark returned. I could feel the clothes in my hands and I couldn't see a centimeter in front of me. "Better?"

"But...you're still here." I whimpered.

"It's my room." He retorted in the princely sort of monotone voice.

I plucked my clothes that hung loosely at my skin. It may be small now, but they were going to shrink and I was going to grow. I couldn't leave it alone that these clothes weren't mine. I didn't buy them and they weren't bought for me. They were bought at random for some bus boy.

"They look good on you." My master prince, Sasuke, complimented. He turned and shot for the door. He opened and closed it and I was alone again. Boy was I hungry. I hadn't eaten for what...a day, five hours, twenty seconds, growls from the stomach, and a few tears? Time to find out where the food originates.

My slender tipped fingers graced the lining of the block of wood before opening it. The gentle light of the hall candles showed me that the coast was clear. I tiptoed stealthily along the walls like a ninja. I could smell food coming from the room about twelve halls down.

I reached the home base of the smell shortly after. The push door opened so suddenly that all I could do was hide behind its tall self. I spotted through the crack of the wooden planks my objective. A short lady ran into the scene and dipped her finger in my food. She shook her head in disapproval and snapped her head around.

"Iruka!" She shouted. "How do you expect the prince to eat this?!" She tossed the pot onto the ground then spit on it. Her pink hair made me want to barf. The shrill voice killed me. A taller man than Sasuke was stepped into view. "This is despicable!"

"I'm sorry Sakura-san." The man replied. He knelt down onto his knees and started scrubbing up the mess. "I'll be better next time."

"And if you don't I'll have you kicked out of the palace." She threatened and wacked him with her spoon. She rampaged past him and through the door. His little ponytail flipped back and forth as he scrubbed. When only this man, this Iruka, was in the room I made it my duty to help him.

"Hey." I voiced. His head jolted upwards in surprise and then it softened. He looked like a humble enough man...He shouldn't be degraded by a small child.

"You should get out of here. If Sakura-san finds you...you'll be thrown out." He said cautiously. He pushed harder on the floor so he didn't have to concentrate on me.

"Awww to hell with her." I restated. "I don't even want to be here. If anything I'll be told to stay longer." He seemed to ignore me. He wrenched the cloth over a tub and began another pot of foodses. Foodses that I wanted. It smelled so good.

"Can I try some?" I begged when he looked finished. He nodded and handed me a bowl of noodles with broth steaming around in it. I obtained a pair of chop sticks and slurped them down. "Say what is this? It's really good."

"Ramen." He stated ever so proudly. "The head cook doesn't like anything I make though."

"Then don't listen to her."

"She's my superior. I have to listen to her. She decides what's good and what isn't in this kitchen. She decides what Lord Uchiha wants to eat." His face was crestfallen and dejected. "I guess it's just destiny."

"Then change it." I blabbered as the broth slipped down my throat. "I'll help you."

His face lightened and he seemed more of a kid than an adult. He toyed with his apron thinking of words to thank me. "How?" He questioned my all powerful plan.

"I'll eat your food and tell you what needs to be changed." I nodded solemnly with crossed arms. "Like the broth can use a pinch more salt."

Iruka got to his feet and added a dash more salt to supply the whole pot. He tried it again and smiled. "You were right."

"I like food." And that's how my first ally became the cook.

This chapter is dedicated to my faithful story reader and cousin HALEY! Because she read Castle. My friend's story. Still wish I had fan art though -wink wink- MERRY CHRISTMAS! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!~