Akira's POV

We had just left Gramps' office; now don't ask me why I call him Gramps I just think he gives off that kind of grandfatherly vibe. Weird? Yes, but I didn't really care. Sadly, Gramps gave me the terrible news that I had to live with the perverted, scolding, crazy, still scolding, old, but not old, man. Did I forget to mention the fact that he's still scolding me for calling the Hokage 'Gramps'.

'Will he ever. Shut. Up.' I thought to myself while rolling my eyes.

It was then that I realized that; a) I was still dragging him behind me even though I have no clue where we're going and b) I'm still really hungry. I dropped Kakashi's hand and not two seconds later my stomach decided to remind me that it wanted to eat. I stopped and turned to Kakashi. Kakashi had stopped scolding me and was looking slightly amused with a hint and I mean very small hint of worry.

"Can we get something to eat? I'm starved." I said holding my growling stomach. 'Yeah, Yeah I'll get you some food soon.'

"Sure...umm...When was the last time you ate?" We started to walk again but this time Kakashi led and I followed.

I stayed as close as I could without running into him as we were entering a busy street with people going every which way, trying to complete their last minute shopping before the sun goes down.

"I last ate...about...two to three days ago? Why?" I paused to think. 'Has it really been only that long?'

"No reason. Here's a good place." He said stopping in front of a ramen bar.

'Ichirakus Ramen shop...hmm..sounds good.'

I nodded silently and walked under the over-hanging flaps ahead of him. I sat down nearest to the corner even though no one else was there. I guess it was habit. I didn't like people to notice me unless I wanted them too.

Kakashi walked in and gave me a curious look before sitting down next to me. The man running the place looked over then and asked what we'd like to order.

"Nothing for me thanks...and for Akira?" Kakashi turned expectantly towards me.

"Whatever." I said casually.

"Alright...one miso ramen for him."

The only reason I said 'Whatever' is because truthfully I had never had ramen before. Never had it, smelled it and have only heard of it once, maybe twice.

Kakashi's POV

'He last ate two to three days ago? But he decided to not mention it until now? He's confusing, he does the exact opposite of what the average person would expect. If someone is meeting someone new they show respect, if they're hungry they ask for food. But, not with this kid.'

I took him to Ichiraku's ramen because it's closest to where we were and it's not that expensive either.
Akira walked in before me, I looked around and saw that the street was slowly getting less crowded as it was nearing night. I walked in shortly after Akira to see him sitting in the corner of the bar. This surprised me.

'Why is he sitting there, there are plenty of other seats available, and why is he being so quiet? He could have ordered already but it looks as though he just walked in and sat down. He's not shy, at least not from what I've seen, so...What is with him?'

I sat down next to Akira and the man, Teuchi, turned almost instantly. Akira tensed up under his eye, as Teuchi tried to recognize the new face. He finally gave up and asked what we'd like to order. I figured I should do the ordering.

"Nothing for me thanks...and for Akira?"

"Whatever."

Well, this was new Akira doesn't seem like the brooding anti-social type. Then again his personality keeps on surprising me.

'I guess I should order for him, maybe miso ramen would be his taste. Then again he's been starved these past few days I guess anything would be good as long as it was food.'

"Alright...One miso ramen for him." I glanced over to see Akira looking on as the man cooked.

He seemed curious or suspicious. Watching the man's every move. The longer I watched Akira the more assured I became that Akira was suspicious.

Akira's POV

When Kakashi ordered me 'miso ramen'? I had to admit I was curious. What does it look like? What does it smell like, taste like? How's it made? I had to know the answers now. Once a question is asked I want to know the answer. So, I first observed how he made it. I watched every move and every detail. I saw what ingredients he used and what methods he used to cook it. I felt someone watching me so I shifted my gaze slightly to see Kakashi staring at me eyes slightly cold, it didn't help at all that he seemed on edge.

'What's he staring fo- Oh,' I smirked at him before returning my gaze to the man. 'He thinks I have ill will towards this guy. Ha!' A little while later and I had a big bowl in front of me filled with broth, noodles and everything else.

'Damn it, how do I eat this?' I tilted my head a little and stared at the bowl. I looked ahead and saw chopsticks, I broke them apart.

'Now what do I do? *inner sigh* Looks like I need to ask for help. Ugh. I hate asking for help and of all people I have to ask him.' I put the chopsticks down and turned a bit so I could talk to Kakashi.
I put my head down so the Ramen chef wouldn't hear me, I mean this was embarrassing enough without everyone knowing.

"Hey, Kakashi..." I leaned over a bit.

"hmm, What is it Akira?" Kakashi looked at me puzzled.

"Umm...how do you use these?" I pointed glumly towards the chopsticks.

He looked at me with surprise, then amusement. Before smiling with his eyes closed.

'Damn he's never gonna let this go.' I inwardly cringed.
"Alright, well first..." Kakashi grabbed the chopsticks as I slid back so I was once again facing the ramen that might have just ruined my pride.
A little while later and I had finally gotten the hang of eating with chopsticks.

"Oh I get it now. Thanks" I said as I happily ate my ramen.

'This tastes incredible. I can't believe I've never even heard of it.' I dove into the rest and finished it within seconds.

Kakashi's POV

'Well, that took a while but it was worth it. Akira seems rather pleased with himself. I can't believe he's never used chopsticks before...I wonder why?'

I was pulled from my speculation as Akira's voice broke the silence with a satisfied "Done."

I looked over and my eyes went wide. I looked at the bowls, yes bowls, all 10 of them. 'How did he finish that quickly? He was just on his first bowl now he finished 10? What the hell happened? When did he even get a chance to order them all?'

I looked over to see the chef also wide-eyed with surprise. His mouth was wide open before a smile replaced it.

"You know kid, you remind me of a customer of mine."

"Oh yeah, weird 'cause there's only one of me. At least last time I checked."
"Hahaha, right you are"
"It's lucky that there's only one of you I'm not sure the world could handle two of you. Alright," I placed the money on the counter. "Thank you for the food. Akira, let's go."

I walked away with a less moody Akira and a much lighter wallet. I felt a sweat drop form on the back of my head. 'This kid is going to cost me a lot.' I thought to myself as we made our way to my place and, for the time being, Akira's new home.