Title: The Hungry Years
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto...but I do own these made up OC's.
Summary: this is Akamaru's journey to find the rookie nine whilst pretending to be Kiba and becoming a ninja of Amegakure.
A/N: okay ~ a little background ~ this is an AU, based on the idea that Konohagakure was destroyed by the Akatsuki ~ and ravaged by their enemies (I may elaborate on them later).
Chapter 2: A Boy in a Jacket
Ichikawa watched the man toss the drunkard that had been gripping his hooded jacket. He saw the clear look...no expression of fierce hunger cross the man's face, his mouth stretching into a grin at the chance of a fight.
Ichikawa hated men like him, men like his brother, war hungry bastards; men like him were the reason the land of rain hadn't had any peace in the last thirty years.
And now he was ordering some of Kenzo's best pork and chicken stew because the stranger who had saved him had asked for food as payment for his help.
If he lived long enough to even get to eat it. Kanzai and his gang were making their way back towards him, possibly even more drunk then they had been earlier. If Kanzai was sober he'd be rude but still formal towards him, but the second he got drunk he lashed out at everyone. He frowned worriedly at the stranger, if he hadn't escaped his tutor earlier he wouldn't be in this situation...although the man might be.
"Yes," he said. Ichikawa blushed. Geez louse, if that wasn't the most husky bedroom voice he had ever heard! The man's voice was even better than his soft barking laughter.
Ichikawa watched. He didn't look insulted, he actually seemed to be waiting for Kanzai to throw the first punch already, Ichikawa turned his eyes towards Kanzai. He was dishing out more slurs, calling the other guy names; there was a subtle twitch in his jaw and his face though red was paling. Kanzai was scared shitless and he was waiting for this guy to beat the shit that didn't exist out of him.
But the guys' only response to all the insults was "Yes," whenever Kanzai paused in his litany.
"Yeah, well, same to you!" Kanzai yelled turning away, more sober then he had come.
Because he saw the groups retreat he also caught Kira's worried gaze. "Did Kenzo make the stew?" He asked. This question got the crowd to turn back around and the usual uproar of a Thursday night came back full force. He wondered when she had shown up, he hadn't noticed the busty brunette come back after he had placed the order for the man.
Kira wiggled her way forward towards the booth where they were sitting at. A white bowl with green swirls on it had steam rising off it. She sat it down on the table between the two. She set down a pair of chopsticks and smiled at the other male. He, the man, frowned at her before he grabbed the chopsticks. He broke them apart but he didn't use them, at least not exactly, he stabbed at the chicken-grinning every time he managed to spear one with the thin stick. Ichikawa had a feeling he should have probably asked for a senbon instead for the man.
Kira frowned, not used to being ignored, but Ichikawa waved his hand dismissively to the waitress who was also a maid in his father's compound every Saturday and Sunday. This man must have been low on cash to have been so hungry that he asked for food instead of the needs-i.e. cash-to get it and more when it came to this bar.
"What's your name?"
"Akamaru," the large man replied. Not large as in fat or buff; for it seemed that though the man should be buff he was a little on the thin side. This man was tall, as tall as Ichikawa's father, taller than his brother even. Ichikawa suspected the man was a ninja, for beneath a thin black cotton shirt was a long sleeved mesh shirt. He had arm guards from his wrist to his elbow, and he was sure, positive even that the glint of metal underneath them were hidden weapons.
Akamaru, that meant Red Perfection, Ichikawa's own name meant River Market; Ichikawa raised his hood slightly to get a better look at the man once more. Red tattoos on both cheeks that looked like fangs, so maybe that's where he got his name.
"Aka because of your tattoos, Why not, Kiba? They look like fangs after all." Ichikawa observed aloud.
The man stiffened and glared at him with suspicion. Did that mean his real name was Kiba, and Akamaru his codename?
"My names, Ichikawa, Kaurou Ichikawa." He said.
Akamaru shrugged indifferently, and continued to stab the meat in the soup. Did he not know...who he was?
"You know, the Kaurou's...the strongest most feared clan of Amegakure and the current heir is the Amekage?" Akamaru gave him another blank look, before grabbing the bowl, Ichikawa watched in disbelief as Akamaru began to swallow the still slightly steaming soup. "Who are you?" He asked in disbelief.
"Akamaru," He answered grinning, as he put the bowl down, licking his lips. Ichikawa watched as that long pink tongue ghosted over white teeth and eight dangerous looking incisors.
"I got that, I'm not stupid." He growled, trying not to be distracted by the man's looks.
"Accent?" Akamaru asked looking around. Ichikawa glared. He hadn't realized that while he had been talking he had dropped his nearly perfect street rat accent.
"What of it?" He asked miffed. What was with this guy and only saying one word?
"No," Ichikawa gave him an annoyed frown, "Thing. No-thing." Maybe the guy wasn't used to talking a lot?
Ichikawa continued to frown. Was this guy for real or was he faking it? He couldn't put it past the guy to actually be an assassin or maybe a spy, the man had demonstrated his obvious strength, and he had to be a ninja to have beaten Kanzai the fifteen year genin, right? Or was Kanzai really just that pathetic and drunk?
"Jacket?" Akamaru asked pointing towards Ichikawa.
"What?" Ichikawa frowned. He was doing that a lot with the stranger. Hopefully it didn't become a permanent expression on his face like it had on his dad.
"Jacket?" Akamaru repeated. "Where?"
"Huh?" Ichikawa made a confused face, glancing up at the stranger from his seat. What was the man trying to get at?
"Not yours. Where...get?" Akamaru's eyebrows became an almost complete straight and connected line as he searched for the best way to get his point across. Ichikawa was seriously beginning to think that Akamaru did not talk that often.
He glanced down at the dirty thing that was somehow still recognizable as cloth-and looked as if its purpose as a jacket had been used for other things.
"I got it out of my brother's closet."
A/N:
Akamaru is the main character here.
Ichikawa is an OC and yes he is gay. I might make him Bi later though.
There was something else but its 3:30 in the morning and I got to do dishes before I can go to bed.
