SEE HERE IT IS! Only five days later (at least I think it's five days... my sense of time is screwed up), I'm sorry, it just had to be this way. Also for those of you who are dying to know what has happened to Ginny, Ron, and Mione... well I tried to include that in here but it was coming out crap so I need to regroup, grab my characters by their throats, and throttle them until they fall into some semblance of obedience (Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and a few other nameless-for-now-characters cower in fear in a far corner of Ira-na's psychotic mind)

Finally before I get to the story thank you to the reviewers who keep me going; especially to kirallie who has inspired me on something.

Edited by Inyx Dawn

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Chapter four: Ramen Fixes Everything!

Harry felt strangely depressed and sick. Haruno-sama had finally discharged him, after a week, with a warning to get some rest. She didn't mention that she was worried by his continued melancholic state. She figured nothing was as depressing as knowing that it could be years before he saw his friends and family. Or it could be never. What she didn't understand was why Harry looked so guilty. What did he have to feel guilty over?

Harry, however, felt extraordinarily inculpative. The wizarding world was at war... and here he was in another world. Him. The guy that was supposed to kill Voldemort. And he felt... relieved... that he might not have to do that anymore, but he felt horribly guilty at feeling relieved.

And of course he was worried for the well being and safety of those he cared for. For Christ's sakes, if he was the one destined to kill Voldemort then how the hell would his side win without him? He could only hope to find a way back soon, or at least hope that the prediction ended up wrong and someone else managed to kill Voldemort.

So wrapped up in his thoughts was Harry that he hadn't paid attention to Naruto's inane chatter as he followed the blonde through the city, but he was brought to a halt when Naruto stopped and stared at him.

"What's got you so lost in thought?" He asked, almost nonchalantly.

"Uh..." Harry sighed, "I'm worried about my friends. Are they safe? Are they trying to find me?" Harry noticed the blonde's eyes tighten, the boy knew what he was talking about, this much Harry was sure of. It made him feel more comfortable confessing some of his fears.

"Actually, in my world, much as I hated it, I was an important person." He smiled a little at Naruto's sceptical look. "Yeah I may not be strong by your standards but there was a prophecy about me. Apparently I am the only one able to kill this madman trying to take over our world."

Naruto was walking backwards now, completely focused on Harry, yet the blonde didn't trip or bump into anyone. It was like he had eyes on the back of his head.

"Since I'm not there now, I wonder if the prophecy is void or something. I can't help but feel relieved and that makes me feel so guilty. Why should I be relieved, what if they can't beat him? What if he wins? What will happen to the people I care for, those that fought beside me?"

"Why do you feel relieved?" Naruto asked.

"Truthfully, I've never killed anyone before, not intentionally." This time Naruto stumbled, nearly doing a face-plant.

"So you are more like a civilian." Naruto said, tilting his head, "As shinobi we kill many times, to protect our village and those we love." Harry looked wide-eyed at Naruto. Now he knew why the blonde sometimes reminded him of the older Order members. He knew what it was to take a life.

"Well I know what'll cheer you up!" Naruto's grinned, "Ichiraku Ramen!"

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Ichiraku Ramen, it turned out, was a restaurant, well more like a booth, Harry saw as they neared it. He had no idea what ramen was and when he had asked Naruto... well he regretted asking, that was all. The blonde knew ramen, it was an obsession, and it was terrifying. He went on and on about noodle texture, broth thickness, spices, flavourings, and more. It was like listening to an infomercial Harry thought, recalling the annoying commercials that he had seen on the telly during the few times he had actually watched it.

Naruto sat on one of the stools gesturing for Harry to sit beside him, "My treat!" he said, smiling. Then he turned to a kind looking old man behind the counter. "Misu flavored for me, beef for him."

"How are you Naruto?" asked the man.

"I'm good Teuchi-san! Better now that I'm here!" Teuchi laughed. Harry could see that this man really liked Naruto. He knew why too, the blonde was so charismatic that anyone who got to know him would like him.

"And you're a new face around here, what's your name?"

Harry started at being addressed, then smiled, "My name is Potter Harry, nice to meet you." He had decided, having been encouraged by Naruto and Sakura, to say his last name first, to avoid confusion.

"Nice to meet you Harry-kun, enjoy." And a large steamy bowl of soup with long noodles was set in front of Harry. It smelled delicious, Harry decided as he looked for a fork. After a few minutes of searching he found that there was nothing... "Uh?"

Naruto noticed Harry's confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Where is the cutlery?" Naruto raised one brow, "you know... uh, what do I use to eat?"

"OH!" Naruto reached over to a cup full of wooden sticks and pulled one out. He then snapped the wood in half and handed them to Harry, "Chopsticks." He said, as Teuchi handed him his miso ramen, then he began showing Harry how to use them. By the time Harry managed to get some in his mouth, Naruto was laughing uncontrollably at his clumsy attempts.

"What do you use in your world?" He asked. Naruto, Harry noticed, was always asking questions. And while struggling with the chopsticks to eat the ramen (which Harry had to admit, was divine and worth all Naruto's praise) he tried to explain forks and spoons and knives.

Naruto's eyes bugged out and he laughed asking why would anyone use these spoons when it is so much faster to drink the soup? He continued asking Harry questions about his world, laughing at some things, showing amazement at others.

After Naruto had five more bowls (Harry had one more) they started back to Naruto's place, Harry being grilled the entire way. When they got to the building Naruto led him up to the apartment.

"Tsunade Baa-chan said she wanted you to bunk with me so I got a bigger apartment. I moved in awhile ago, so I got the best room but yours is still pretty good. Well here we are!"

Naruto opened the door and flicked on the lights, showing Harry his bedroom. It was sparsely furnished, one bed with a side table and a lamp, a wall-hanging with strange characters, which Harry knew meant "strength and perseverance." The translation spell extended to Japanese writing he had found, though he still saw it as Japanese. He wondered whether his own writing would show as Japanese or English.

Looking in a closet, he found his robes cleaned and mended. The hospital had provided him with baggy green pants and a black T-shirt that was designed with the strange symbol that was on everyone's head protector.

"Get comfy, tomorrow we'll go get some extra clothes for you and other provisions." Then smiling, Naruto left. Harry sunk down into the bed as all his worries that had been easily suppressed in the blonde's presence, came flooding back. What had happened to everyone else? What were they doing? Were they safe? His hands curled into fists, gripping the blanket. He just did not know what to do.

Looking over to the bed table he noticed his wand harness was laying beside the lamp. Another worry. They still hadn't given him his wand back. He couldn't hold them for their wariness, he was wary too. He just felt unprotected without his wand.

It was in this uneasy state that the-boy-who-lived fell asleep, far away from home.

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hehehehehehehehe it's coming, I'm crazy! Whoot! Anyway next chapter will be awhile... I'll try to get it up within a week or two but I have to get some reading done people. I am taking a lot of English classes, therefore I read four to five books a week. And while some of you may go puhshaw, I can do that easy, I say only this... so can I... unless they are thick, long, boring books with no plot line, horrifyingly thick language, and the inability to even slightly engage my mind... ie this little book that is not so little called Alligator... someone should have killed that author before she wrote that book. Then there is Armies of the Night, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, Fall on Your Knees, etc, etc, etc... kill me now! Anyway lates people! Review!