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Masashi.
"I want a SUPER HUGE bowl of miso ramen!" The hungry boy exclaimed, prying a pair of wooden chopsticks apart. "All that work made me famished!" Naruto emphasized his words by clutching one side of the chopstick on each grubby hand, and simultaneously banging them onto the table.
"Boss! I want it super hot and super fast! I'm hungry!"
Iruka shook his head in contempt. "Manners, Naruto. Manners." He turned to face the owner of the run-down, yet homey ramen shop and apologised awkwardly.
The shop was made almost entirely of rustic wood and metal, and the oren which hung above the entrance had 'Ramen' painted in Japanese calligraphy. Wooden chairs and tables were in a linear format across the floors, and the worn scrapings caused by friction was a telltale sign of them being old furniture. The three had decided to settle for the table just by the window, where it overlooked the outskirts of Konoha. There was a bar at the end of the shop, and from behind it, was where the owner; and cook, worked.
"Heh heh, it's all right, such a lively fellow." He piped up from behind, dismissing it with a hearty laugh, and proceeded to slice the fishcake into paper-thin fillets, which were splayed into the bowl of steaming hot noodles with ease of experience.
"Tab's on you, right?" Kakashi only grinned as he addressed to the raven- haired man, his chopsticks roosted casually on his fingers.
Iruka coughed and sputtered slightly, picking up a napkin to fold neatly onto his lap. He tried to ignore the other man. "Naruto, get a napkin before you spill onto yourself."
The jounin sensei rested his forehead on the back of his left palm, chopsticks inclined. He eyed the towels and the dark blue umbrellas that hung at the side of the store, and then that same slack eye spun to focus on the dry shirt Iruka was wearing.
That stare made the other man gulp.
"Yeah. My treat." He hastily turned to his food.
The one eye broke into a happy curve, as Kakashi delved his chopsticks into his food.
Suddenly, Naruto stopped chewing. With noodles still hanging from his mouth, he gawked, wide eyed at his second teacher. Iruka faced the boy, wondering why the noisy slurps ceased. "Naruto, what is.?"
Iruka halted in his speech, following the blonde's gaze. He too, gaped.
Kakashi had his right hand holding the warm bowl tilted near towards his mouth, when he realised that two pairs of curious eyes were staring at him.
"Kakashi-sensei," The boy began, "Are you going to eat with your mask on?" As he spoke, threads of noodle waggled beneath his chin, like a greasy curtain. Naruto did not seem to mind, though, as his thoughts are preoccupied with Kakashi.
The grey-haired man blinked, and then he set his bowl down again onto the table. "No, of course not."
Iruka just stared.
Their bewilderment made the older man laugh, his relaxed eye turning into that happy curve once more. He shifted slightly in his seat, and used his chopstick-ed hand to point through the window on the other side of the shop. "Hey, there's a rainbow."
Both Naruto and Iruka twisted around to see Nature's palette, their backs facing the table. Sure enough, they were greeted with a wondrous display of indigos and reds and yellows painted across the bright sunny skies.
The boy was fascinated, for that was the first time he ever experienced an authentic rainbow. As the breeze gusted through the window grills, Naruto suddenly remembered about his unfinished meal, and sucked the remaining strands of ramen into his mouth, and turned back to the table to resume eating.
Iruka turned back, in unison, but when he was about to face his bowl of ramen, the corner of his eye noticed something else.
"KAKASHI-SENSEI!" The raven-haired man almost shrieked.
Hearing his name, the man looked at Iruka, as he put the chopsticks down onto the table. "Yeah?"
Iruka stared again.
Kakashi's bowl of ramen, soup, noodle and all, was empty, except for a slice of untouched fishcake. And Kakashi was still masked. He looked into his bowl, and a look of understanding dawned his eye. "You wanted the fishcake? Why, say so." And he proceeded to pick up his chopsticks to pluck the fishcake from his bowl to add onto Iruka's lukewarm ramen.
At the sound of his sensei's holler, Naruto looked up, and remembered also, his earlier question. His eyes fixed onto the now empty bowl in front of Kakashi. Naruto grinned.
"Ha ha! That's a great job! Teach me how to eat that fast! Teach!"
Iruka sniffed, and he rocked back onto his chair in defeat.
Kakashi only snickered.
At the other side of the shop, Asuma and Shikamaru were playing a bout of Go.
- To be continued -
"I want a SUPER HUGE bowl of miso ramen!" The hungry boy exclaimed, prying a pair of wooden chopsticks apart. "All that work made me famished!" Naruto emphasized his words by clutching one side of the chopstick on each grubby hand, and simultaneously banging them onto the table.
"Boss! I want it super hot and super fast! I'm hungry!"
Iruka shook his head in contempt. "Manners, Naruto. Manners." He turned to face the owner of the run-down, yet homey ramen shop and apologised awkwardly.
The shop was made almost entirely of rustic wood and metal, and the oren which hung above the entrance had 'Ramen' painted in Japanese calligraphy. Wooden chairs and tables were in a linear format across the floors, and the worn scrapings caused by friction was a telltale sign of them being old furniture. The three had decided to settle for the table just by the window, where it overlooked the outskirts of Konoha. There was a bar at the end of the shop, and from behind it, was where the owner; and cook, worked.
"Heh heh, it's all right, such a lively fellow." He piped up from behind, dismissing it with a hearty laugh, and proceeded to slice the fishcake into paper-thin fillets, which were splayed into the bowl of steaming hot noodles with ease of experience.
"Tab's on you, right?" Kakashi only grinned as he addressed to the raven- haired man, his chopsticks roosted casually on his fingers.
Iruka coughed and sputtered slightly, picking up a napkin to fold neatly onto his lap. He tried to ignore the other man. "Naruto, get a napkin before you spill onto yourself."
The jounin sensei rested his forehead on the back of his left palm, chopsticks inclined. He eyed the towels and the dark blue umbrellas that hung at the side of the store, and then that same slack eye spun to focus on the dry shirt Iruka was wearing.
That stare made the other man gulp.
"Yeah. My treat." He hastily turned to his food.
The one eye broke into a happy curve, as Kakashi delved his chopsticks into his food.
Suddenly, Naruto stopped chewing. With noodles still hanging from his mouth, he gawked, wide eyed at his second teacher. Iruka faced the boy, wondering why the noisy slurps ceased. "Naruto, what is.?"
Iruka halted in his speech, following the blonde's gaze. He too, gaped.
Kakashi had his right hand holding the warm bowl tilted near towards his mouth, when he realised that two pairs of curious eyes were staring at him.
"Kakashi-sensei," The boy began, "Are you going to eat with your mask on?" As he spoke, threads of noodle waggled beneath his chin, like a greasy curtain. Naruto did not seem to mind, though, as his thoughts are preoccupied with Kakashi.
The grey-haired man blinked, and then he set his bowl down again onto the table. "No, of course not."
Iruka just stared.
Their bewilderment made the older man laugh, his relaxed eye turning into that happy curve once more. He shifted slightly in his seat, and used his chopstick-ed hand to point through the window on the other side of the shop. "Hey, there's a rainbow."
Both Naruto and Iruka twisted around to see Nature's palette, their backs facing the table. Sure enough, they were greeted with a wondrous display of indigos and reds and yellows painted across the bright sunny skies.
The boy was fascinated, for that was the first time he ever experienced an authentic rainbow. As the breeze gusted through the window grills, Naruto suddenly remembered about his unfinished meal, and sucked the remaining strands of ramen into his mouth, and turned back to the table to resume eating.
Iruka turned back, in unison, but when he was about to face his bowl of ramen, the corner of his eye noticed something else.
"KAKASHI-SENSEI!" The raven-haired man almost shrieked.
Hearing his name, the man looked at Iruka, as he put the chopsticks down onto the table. "Yeah?"
Iruka stared again.
Kakashi's bowl of ramen, soup, noodle and all, was empty, except for a slice of untouched fishcake. And Kakashi was still masked. He looked into his bowl, and a look of understanding dawned his eye. "You wanted the fishcake? Why, say so." And he proceeded to pick up his chopsticks to pluck the fishcake from his bowl to add onto Iruka's lukewarm ramen.
At the sound of his sensei's holler, Naruto looked up, and remembered also, his earlier question. His eyes fixed onto the now empty bowl in front of Kakashi. Naruto grinned.
"Ha ha! That's a great job! Teach me how to eat that fast! Teach!"
Iruka sniffed, and he rocked back onto his chair in defeat.
Kakashi only snickered.
At the other side of the shop, Asuma and Shikamaru were playing a bout of Go.
- To be continued -