The Great Ramen Competition
Chapter
2: Wacky Ramen Recipes
Summary:
The Genins & Shikamaru have been forced into a Ramen Making
Competition by their psychotic Jounin teachers. Who knows what weird
and wonderful creations they can cook up…
Credit:
Co-written & BETA by Demeterr
Disclaimer:
I do
NOT own Naruto, if I did, it'd be called "Sasuke".
As soon as Lee heard that he could win ANOTHER green spandex suit PLUS a bonus Gai sticker, he just knew he HAD to get it.
"Yosh!!! If I can't win this competition, I have to kick the stump 200 times, and if I can't do that, I'll do 500 push-ups with my hands behind my back!!!" Lee yelled as he skipped towards the Curry Shop of Life.
Silly Lee, you can't do push-ups with your hands behind your back.
"Neji!!! Neji!!! It's dinner time!!! We're having –cough- thebranchhousesucks -cough- Ramen!!!' called Hiashi, giving Neji an evil smirk as he entered the room.
"We're having the what ramen?" Neji asked in a dangerous tone.
"Ramen," Hiashi answered calmly, unphased by Neji's tone..
Neji gave his evil, evil uncle the most evil, evil glare there was in this whole evil, evil world.
Whoa, too many evils.
Hiashi chose to ignore the glare and returned to his ramen.
DING!!! A light bulb appeared above Neji's head.
"Excuse me, I have some ramen to make…" Neji said as he left the room with a grin that only screamed out evil.
Tenten the boring girl, sat at her favourite training spot wondering what kind of ramen she was going to make. Tenten knew she was boring. The only thing special thing about her was the fact her name had 2 "tens" in it.
2 "tens" eh?
Tenten grinned to herself.
Better get started on that ramen.
Shikamaru was looking at the clouds. Making ramen was so troublesome, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and rolled over muttering "curse ramens…" before falling asleep.
So much for an IQ of 200.
Chouji sat at his favourite restaurant (y'know the one with the grills on the table and you can cook the meat yourself.) when Asuma came in to join him.
"So Chouji, have you started working on your ramen yet?" Asuma asked, while helping himself to a piece of meat.
"No, I can't decide what flavour ramen I like best, cow, pork or chicken" answered Chouji, snatching back the piece of meat from Asuma.
"Well, you know, you could always have all 3," suggested Asuma.
"Great idea!!! I'm going to get started, Bye!!!" Chouji exclaimed, leaving the restaurant.
Asuma looked down at the table in front of him. There were still 3 plates piled with meat left. Well, someone has to finish it off, and there was no one else there but him.
Just as Asuma was about to take his first bite of meat, Chouji snatched it out of his hand.
"I'll start cooking AFTER my lunch" Chouji said, looking accusingly at Asuma and protecting his precious meat.
Ino was in love. All she could think about was Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke and some more Sasuke.
She loved the way he walked and talked.
She loved his hair and the way he didn't care.
She loved his clothes, his smell and especially loved his peni - Interruption Ahem, Earth to Ino, Earth to Ino, we're talking about RAMEN here.
Oh yea that's right.
Ino was walking along wondering what kind of ramen she was going to make. Of course her ramen had to have something to do with Sasuke. That's when an idea hit her.
Sakura was in love. All she could think about was Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke and some more Sasuke.
She loved the way he walked and talked.
She loved his hair and the way he didn't care.
She loved his clothes, his smell and especially loved his peni - Interruption Ahem, Earth to Sakura, Earth to Sakura, we're talking about RAMEN here.
Oh yea that's right.
Sakura was walking along wondering what kind of ramen she was going to make. Of course her ramen had to have something to do with Sasuke. That's when an idea hit her.
Oh gee Sakura, Stop copying Ino!!!
Sasuke was sitting on his bed polishing his Number One Rookie badge. He liked it how it's shiny and prettyful, and how Naruto gets jealous everytime he sees it.
But that wasn't the only thing Sasuke was proud of.
Sasuke was an Uchiha. And he HAD to prove to everyone how good Uchiha's were. I must make the best ramen and win the competition, Sasuke thought. He went to his videos and selected: Finest Ramen Chefs.
He turned the video on and switched on his Sharingan.
There was no way he could lose.
Kiba was feeding Akamaru.
"Akamaru, what kind of ramen should I make?" Kiba asked, while stroking Akamaru.
"Woof, woof" Akamaru answered between mouthfuls of food.
"Ewww, that's disgusting!!!" Kiba exclaimed "No one eats that stuff!!!"
"Woof, woof" said Akamaru, giving Kiba a dirty look.
"Ok, maybe you do….but still….Oh alright!!!"
Kiba went to Akamaru's room to collect the ingredients
Hinata wanted to make the best ramen, but it wasn't for the competition, it was for Naruto. If she won, her ramen will be on Ichiraku's menu and Naruto could eat it EVERYDAY. It would make her ever so happy.
"Oh Hinata-san, thank you sooooo much for making this absolutely wonderful ramen!!!" Naruto said giving Hinata a BIG hug.
Hinata blushed and almost passed out.
"I wish you could make me ramen EVERYDAY, I know, Hinata, Will you marry me?" Naruto asked on his knees, looking up at Hinata lovingly.
"O-of course" Hinata replied as they leant towards each other slowly so that Naruto's face was inches from her own, his lips, even closer…….
Hinata shook herself awake. She was beginning to daydream more and more. Better get started on that ramen, she thought smiling shyly to herself.
Naruto was worried. He had NO idea what in the world he was going to cook. Not only that, he was a bad cook. And he was running out of time – fast. His ramen was due tomorrow and he was panicking. The week had been completely packed with missions and he had managed to convince himself that he'd already won and was dreaming of ramen every night. Until reality was brought back down to him when he figured out the competition ended tomorrow. Than the nightmares begun.
It always began the same way. Naruto was swimming around happily in a giant bowl of ramen, eating the mega-sized noodles and splashing around in the soup. When he got tired he would lie on a naruto that was floating pass and Sakura-chan would be there to give him a massage.
She would always say nice things like "Naruto you're so handsome" or "I love you sooooo much more than that stupid Sasuke".
But today she said "Naruto, what ramen are you making? Sasuke's making the BEST ramen ever".
Shocked, Naruto answered, "Why would I make ramen? I could just go to Ichiraku Ramen, and even if I DID make ramen it would be sooooo much better than Sasuke's"
Sakura pushed him away "You've forgotten haven't you?" she said glaring at Naruto.
"Forgotten what?" Naruto asked completely unfazed. This WAS his dream after all, what was there to be afraid of?
"That whoever made the best ramen will get my hand in marriage!!!" Sakura shouted, punching Naruto in the face.
When Naruto came to himself, he wasn't in a giant bowl of ramen anymore. He was in a church at Sasuke and Sakura's wedding!!!
"Sakura, do you accept Sasuke as your lawfully wedded husband?" the minister was saying.
"I do" Sakura said, smiling at Sasuke.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Naruto wailed his hands over his face. Suddenly the church disappeared to be replaced by 100 ramen coupons fluttering around him chanting repeatedly over and over again "No more ramen, No more Sakura, No more ramen, No more Sakura…." Naruto chased after them, trying to catch them but never succeeding.
The ramen coupons started attacking him. Naruto ran away but he couldn't get away from them……
Naruto woke up sweating. He can't live without ramen. He can't let Sakura marry Sasuke. What in the world was he going to make? Than the most ridiculous idea hit him….yes….maybe he could just pull it off. It was going to take a lot of effort making, but who cares? As long as he gets to eat ramen and marry Sakura.
Silence.
Shino remained seated, the slightest of frowns marring his forehead. Finally he rose to pick up a book before flipping through it.
Ramen (rä m n) noun
A Japanese dish of noodles in broth, often garnished with small pieces of meat and vegetables.
A thin white noodle served in this dish.
Without saying a word he closed the book and placed it back neatly on the bookshelf. Ramen, he thought to himself.
Silence.
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