Drabble Rating: K
Status: 14/45
Word Count: 335 words
Warning: None.
Theme: Ichiraku's
Sasuke couldn't see what was so special about the place. All it was really was a ramen stand, nothing more. It served only one thing, and that was ramen. Sure, it came in a thousand different flavors, but the fact was he hated ramen. Sort of a problem, eh?
Not really for Sasuke. He just wouldn't go there. He often passed it on his way to training or to Naruto's, ignoring the smells of spices and sounds of cheerful laughter. It was a sickening combination that he didn't want to have to put up with.
His days of walking past Ichiraku's came to a screeching halt oneafternoon though, much to his displeasure. He was on his way from Naruto's with the blond at his side, heading to the training grounds when Naruto grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the ramen stand.
"Come on, Sasuke! Let's get some ramen before heading out! I'm hungry!"
Even more to his disliking, Naruto ordered both of them a bowl each, shoving the chopsticks into the Uchiha's hands.
"Come on! Eat up! It's really good!"
Sasuke stared into his bowl. It didn't look bad, truthfully, but he wasn't ready to accept ramen into his diet anytime soon. He opened his mouth to tell Naruto that too, but he stopped.
On Naruto's face was a look of contentment, something Sasuke never saw. Between mouthfuls, Naruto and the owner were making idle chat, smiling and laughing. The other customers were doing the same, enjoying small talk over a bowl of ramen.
Staring down into his bowl, Sasuke broke apart the sticks and picked up a noodle. Inching it slowly to his mouth, he finally slurped up the noodle with a newfound respect for Ichiraku's ramen stand.
It wasn't just a place for ramen; it was a place for meeting, peace, and just for hanging and having fun.
Sasuke was never able to walk by Ichiraku's again without stopping for a small bowl and some idle chat with the owner.