Author's Note:

Okay, good news everyone! I found my magical notebook and it had half of chapter 4 written already! Here goes nothing!

Disclaimer:

I don't own Naruto, Mahou Sensei Negima, or anything else.

Chapter 4: A Ramen Showdown

"Sorry!" apologized Minato to an irate and ramen-covered Kushina.

Looking down at her soaked clothes, then at Minato, then back to her clothes, Kushina did her best to contain her fury. Minato was a Konoha shinobi, and she knew that throttling him would draw undue attention and might even blow her cover. That's why she was somewhat surprised when she realized that she had already lifted Minato off his feet by the neck of his shirt and was about to begin a beat down.

Instead of punching him in the face, Kushina dropped Minato and said in a commanding voice, "Stay there while I go change clothes! When I come back, you're going to treat me to all the ramen I can eat! Sound fair?"

"Y-yes ma'am!" Minato responded, somewhat timidly

When Kushina returned ten minutes later, she had calmed down somewhat. Her mood now was one of dark joy from her acquisition of a temporary slave. The slave (Minato), on the other hand, had only grown more anxious while waiting on his red-haired tormentor to return.

"You'd better be loaded, because I'm about to eat you out of house and home! I am the biggest ramen enthusiast to ever live!" said Kushina with an evil grin.

"I doubt it," Minato said quietly.

"What was that, blondie?"

Thirty minutes later, they both had huge stacks of empty bowls in front of them and were still inhaling ramen at an unhealthy rate. Their little eating competition had drawn a crowd of onlookers drawn in by the loud slurping. The betting began after each had finished their fourth bowl. An Akamichi bet 1000 Ryo on Minato, based on his memories of Minato's six-bowl lunches. A Nara who had seen the incident from the beginning took that bet, explaining "The girl has anger on her side, and I never bet against an angry female."

By seven bowls in, the crowd had doubled in size, engulfing the ramen stand in a mob of assorted people with noting better to do with their lunch breaks. Ichiraku, the owner of the stand, relished the attention these two youngsters were attracting. Or, he would have if he wasn't totally absorbed in cooking all that ramen! Nine bowls in, and the contestants were showing signs of satiation. The crowd couldn't comprehend where these slim teenagers were keeping all of that ramen.

Minato knew he could take three more bowls at least, but his motivation to win was lacking and he was increasingly aware that he was paying for both of them. Reluctantly, he stopped after his tenth bowl and admitted defeat.

"Ha, I owned your ass, blondie!" taunted Kushina. Beat you down like a circus clown! And remember, you're paying!

As she was about to walk away through the quickly thinning crowd, she heard the blonde shinobi's voice calling her back. "Can I at least get your name, miss? Mine is Minato by the way."

"I'm Kushina. Pleased to meet you, Minato."

"Hopefully our next meeting will be under more pleasant circumstances."

"Whatever," said Kushina as she walked away.

Minato couldn't help noticing how her toned backside moved through her spandex shorts as she walked away, but quickly chastised himself for his lewd thoughts. 'Watch it, Minato! Don't want to become like Jiraya-sensei! If only there was a jutsu to control hormones,' he thought. But not even the jutsu-creating genius of his generation had the cajones to manipulate chakra in his, erm, cajones.

'I wonder if Hiashi's clan has any techniques of that nature?' With that thought came the mental image of his male teammate getting off with a chakra-infused hand. So naturally Minato beat himself over the head with his shoe until the image was gone.