Chapter 4: A bad trigger
The walk from Naruto's place to Ichiraku's, which ended up being the winning place they were going to eat because of a certain blond, was silent. Glancing between the two he felt comfortable, and yet felt like he shouldn't be here with them, something was off. The more Sasuke looked around, despite its peaceful atmosphere, he started to question things.
With glares still trained on Sasuke and the conversation between Taunade and Kakashi fresh in his head, what did he do to get everyone so angry with him. Who was he…?
Before he could think any deeper about the situation at hand, he ended up bumping into the back of Naruto who had stopped short.
"We're here!" He said in excitement pumping a fist into the air, seemingly not bothered that Sasuke collided with him.
The Uchiha glanced around him to the stand in front of them, the smells of cooking ramen filled his nose. His brows knitted together it was another thing that felt so nostalgic, but the thought quickly died as he placed a hand to his stomach as it started to rumble. Sasuke didn't realize he was getting hungry. Pushing everything into the back of his mind the raven decided eating was a bit more important.
Naruto was the first one to enter of course, taking a seat on one of the stools he patted the one next to him. "Come on Sasuke! The ramen here is the best!"
Once again something made Sasuke hesitate, but being ushered forward by Sakura the Raven took his seat next to Naruto and the pink haired girl sat on the other side of him.
"Two pork miso ramen please!" Naruto shouted, one was for himself the other for Sasuke.
The owner chuckled and turned his head, though his soft eyes turned into unease as he spotted the dark haired boy. Sasuke's head downcast, a knot in his stomach started to form. There was this nagging feeling in the back of his head that he wasn't wanted here, that he himself didn't want to be here. What did he do, no one wanted to tell him so he was left in the dark.
"It's alright…" Teuchi started, he finished the ramen and placed it in front of Sasuke. The noise of the heavy bowl hitting the wood snapped him out of his daze, the Uchiha glanced up this time his eyes were more gentle. "Things will work out in the end."
It seemed like he read his mind, but maybe he was like an open book. Sasuke cautiously picked up his chopsticks and snapped them apart, he really didn't feel hungry anymore. But because he felt bad that Naruto already ordered him food, and Teuchi was nice enough to serve him he forced himself to eat anyway. Their quiet dinner didn't last long to the blonde's dismay.
"Uchiha!" The voice was very angry, the dark haired teen felt sick.
Naruto's head whipped around a frown pulling at his lips, he saw Kiba storming down the street toward them. This was bad, the idiot stood up his ramen half eaten, and placed himself between the brunette and Sasuke
"Out of the way Naruto!" He barked, but didn't wait for him to move as he shoved him out of the way.
The dog lover then grabbed the Uchiha by the collar and slammed him against the counter nearly toppling over the ramen.
"What do you think you're doing back here?!" Kiba bared his fangs. "After all the trouble of chasing after you!"
Even when a shaky hand gripped at his wrist, he didn't stop berating Sasuke. Even Naruto couldn't stop him as he pressed him further.
"Why did you bother?! What gives?! Why stop obsessing over Itachi?!"
Kiba was immediately shut up as Sasuke's eyes widened at the familiar name but just as quickly narrowed his Sharingan flaring. That name started a fire in his gut, he shoved the brunette back, teeth gritting in anger. Why was he so angry, he was struggling to search for the answer but he continued to draw a blank.
Clicking his tongue in aggravation the raven took off, Naruto yelling after him glaring at Kiba before trying to chase him down. Sasuke was easy to shake the blonde off his tail, he didn't stray out of the village since he really didn't know where he was going exactly. He just wanted to be alone for a while in order to try and collect his thoughts, but a growing headache prevented this.
His previous questions swirled in his head, who was he? What did he do? Sasuke's run slowed into a walk, more questions piled up in his head and none had an answer.
