A/N:An entry in the Naruto100 "Food" challenge, based on my own food tastes.
No Sauce, No Spice
Not many people knew it, and the only people who did were not inclined to dare speak of it. But it was the truth. Hyuuga Neji was the pickiest eater in the entire world… or at least in Konoha village. If his rice mixed with his vegetables, his heart skipped a beat. Using sauce on the meat was a thought not even vaguely entertained. Mixing foods, even just different kinds of vegetables, was not permitted. And heaven forbid the use of a seasoning or spice. Neji shuddered at the very thought.
Then of course, the milk products. Due to the fact that his father had accidentally fed him curdled milk as a child, Neji couldn't stomach cheese, yogurts, or milk itself. This was rather problematic when cream was served with breakfast. He had a habit of tipping his creamed coffee out on the mats under the table when no one was looking, and then moving his seat every meal so that no one could trace the mysterious dark stains on the tatami mats.
Hinata provided another problem when she tried to serve him lunch. She liked her foods well seasoned, and he cringed inwardly whenever he saw it. So much sauce and garnish he could die. Depending on his mood he either stomached it or coldly stated that he had already eaten. Tenten, the only other female he regularly came into contact with, wasn't much better. He enjoyed her company, and he trained with her often, but she couldn't cook worth… anything.
So it was now that Neji found himself wearing an apron borrowed from Hinata and cooking in Tenten's kitchen. Tenten had been bothering him about his pickiness, and he was cooking the perfect meal to prove that plain was always better. Unfortunatly Tenten still decided to fight him on taste issues. He was very confused about why she continued to let him use her kitchen and utensils (far away from probing Hyuuga eyes), until the blackmail photos showed up. He should never have listened when she told him wearing that frilly purple apron would keep the food off his clothes…