Hi. I apologize for my serious lack of updating, especially since I said I had a truckload of ideas for this one. They haven't gone anywhere; I just got a little paranoid about "Dreams of His Harsh Reality"…I hate getting paranoid…all production stops and I've gotta figure out where I went wrong…oi, I'm pathetic…anyway, I don't own Naruto, and enjoy.

Ino and Sakura were on a betting streak tonight. So far, they'd placed a bet on how long Sakura could last under Ino's mind-transfer. Ino won. They'd bet on how long it would take Ino to find Sakura amongst many hiding clones (obviously not the kind Naruto does). Sakura won. They bet on how many guys they could send into a flaming fit of jealousy by flirting with them and then ranting about Sasuke. Ino won. They bet on how many people would bet on them in a ramen-eating contest. Sakura won both that and the ramen-eating contest. She said she was used to the stuff, after spending several nights with Naruto and Sasuke at Ichiraku.

"Sakura! Ino! It's real nice to see you two here!"

'Speak of the devil,' Sakura groaned inwardly. Ino was shooting a narrow glare at the blonde as he sat down with them.

"What do you want, Naruto?" Ino demanded. Naruto just smiled brightly.

"Have you guys eaten yet? The pork ramen is really good."

"We're not treating you to any ramen, so forget it!" Sakura snapped, seeing right through his friendly exterior. She knew how he thought, and what he thought about—she wouldn't fall for his tricks.

"Aww, Sakura, you don't have to be so harsh," he said, planting on a cute face.

"Naruto—"

"Hey, Forehead, look! Sasuke's here!" At Ino's excited cry, Sakura's head whipped around just in time to see Sasuke seat himself up at the bar; placed his chin on his hand and leaned on the counter in that strangely glum-looking way. He was perfectly gorgeous.

"I wonder why he's just sitting there," she wondered aloud, not noticing Naruto's sneaky glance from her to Sasuke up at the bar. "Isn't he going to eat anything?"

"Don't you know anything, Forehead girl?" Ino chided her questionable "friend" smugly. "Sasuke doesn't like ramen. He just comes in here to hang out."

Sakura made a sheepish, "Oh," sound and then sighed dreamily, glancing over at the gloomy-looking Uchiha. "I bet he'd eat ramen if I offered it to him."

"There's no way!" Ino laughed. "The only way you could get him to eat ramen is if you shoved it down his throat while he was asleep. Now, I—" She took this moment to flip her hair like a model. "—could get him to eat ramen; I have such enticing looks, after all."

Naruto turned his head from Sasuke to watch the two in amusement.

"No way, Ino-pig! He wouldn't take ramen from you! You're ugly!"

"Want to bet on it?" Ino sneered. Sakura place what was left of her money from that day firmly on the table.

"You're on!" she said as Ino also slapped her cash on the table.

"Can I make a bet?" Naruto asked. His eyes were half-lidded in sly amusement. He held up one dollar. "It's all I have…but I bet that neither of you can get him to eat ramen." He placed the dollar on the table. Both looked at him indignantly and screamed,

"WATCH AND LEARN!"

Ino went first. She took every opportunity to shove her boobs in Sasuke's face as she offered him the ramen. Most of the time he just looked at her and her boobs in disgust. Finally he waved her and the vile noodles away. She sat down, defeated.

Sakura tried next. She tried the "innocently getting a noodle stuck on her lip" tactic, hoping he'd lick it off. Instead, he stared at her as though she were a moron for a while before he finally gave her a napkin. She also sat down, defeated.

Naruto collected the money. "Told you," he said. Then he stood, shoving the rest of the cash in his pocket. "Now, watch the master at work."

He strode up to Sasuke and plopped down next to him, completely ignoring his presence and ordering one bowl of pork ramen. Sasuke looked at him. "Dobe, where've you been?"

Naruto's ramen was served and he proceeded to stuff his face, still ignoring Sasuke completely. Sasuke grew annoyed.

"Oi, dobe, I'm talking to you." He tapped the blonde boy's forehead. Naruto looked at him bemusedly, a noodle hanging quite unattractively out of his mouth. He glared at Sasuke as though just by speaking to him his ramen was in danger.

"Hey, Sasuke, this is my ramen—get your own!"

Well, Sasuke wasn't about to take that from Naruto, was he? "Why, you—!" He pounced, taking that hanging noodle and eating at it until he got to the pair of lips that it hung from—those he attacked passionately until Naruto was grinning like an idiot and the two girls were gaping like fish.

Naruto licked his lips. "Okay, Sasuke, I won't ignore you anymore. Want to share my ramen?"

Sakura and Ino fainted.

Again, sorry for the wait…but I'll try to stop being paranoid…and I know this didn't seem like much of an "argument", but I figure "bet" and "argument" go hand in hand with Sakura and Ino. Meh…so. What'd you think? Leave a review and let me know!