Yes, it's been awhile, but Hyun has been lazy with the chapters. . . Whatever. So here's a double dosage, both chapters four and five. Have fun.

Four - Advice - Four

Rinkai finally clapped his hands together and leaned forward against the table, a cunning grin plastered across his lips, and looked at Hyun with a knowing nod.

"I've got it. You, dimwit, have to be natural and be yourself." Rinkai, feeling superior with his sage-sounding advice, which he'd just ripped off from a fortune cookie he'd eaten a few months ago, nodded wisely and dusted his hands as if he'd completed some arduous task. Then again, making Hyun interesting was a task that befit an A-Rank mission.

"What's that supposed to mean? And don't call me a dimwit, moron." Hyun spat back, folding his arms across his chest and heaving yet another frustrated sigh. Honestly, did the guy have to talk in riddles? Why couldn't he just be straightforward? He snorted and shook his head once more. 'Be yourself, yeah right.'

"But it suits you, Hyun, and if you don't get what I mean, then you deserve the title all the more." Rinkai sighed again and shook his head, pushing away the dark bangs falling across his face once more. "It means, choose something you're comfortable talking about and go with it."

At his Hyun shook his head some more, scattering sun-bleached brown strands across honey-brown skin, and heaved yet another large sigh. "Whatever. You know what, I'll do it. And if it doesn't work, I'll have yet another reason to strangle you." The thought of strangling Rinkai made Hyun smirk in satisfaction and indulge in a little fantasy in which his fingers were wrapped around the throat of a near-lifeless Rinkai who was flailing weakly to remove the fingers fixed about his airtube.

Rinkai noticed Hyun's silence and decided not to bother him, he always preferred to leave the guy alone when he spaced out since interrupting would probably mean even harsher treatment. Grinning to himself, he leaned back in his chair just as the blonde made her way into the room carrying the polished wooden platter bearing their food.

"Your meal, honorable guests," Mei chimed softly, setting down the large article so that she could remove the plates and bowls. First she set down two medium size plates, blue flowers setting off the white porcelin of the dish as a trim, in front of Rinkai and Hyun before moving on to place the bowls of soup and saucers of sushi in front of the two young men. Taking a smaller plate, larger than the saucer yet smaller than the plate bearing the porkstrips, she set the riceballs off to the side of the table so it'd be in reach of both Rinkai and Hyun before finishing it by bending over to place chopsticks in front of either shinobi.

Rinkai smirked the whole way through the set up, eyeing the food hungrily, while Hyun's gaze never left the waitresses chest which resulted in a slight nudge from Rinkai's food under the table, signaling that it was time to begin.

"Err...My name is Hyun," he sputtered out, back rigid and straight as he bowed politely which gave Rinkai a slight case of the chuckles which Hyun promptly cured with a glare given while still bowing.

"Hello, Hyun-san. I am Mei," Mei murmured in an almost automatic, emotionless tone of voice, eyes trained on the table as she shifted the rice balls so that they completed the circle of food going around the table without once looking toward Hyun which prompted Rinkai to press his napkin to his mouth to stifle a fresh barrage of giggles.

"Mei-chan, a wonderful name!" Hyun all but squeaked before clearing his throat and braving through the embarrassment, he'd seen the amused lines creasing Rinkai's face, to further the conversation, "Mei-chan, did you know that the silk sash you are wearing can fit three times around the average adult male's throat?" Hyun smiled slightly and Rinkai's slight giggle turned into a racking series of coughs while Mei merely blinked several times and smiled politely.

"Errr...No, Hyun-san, I did not know that. How resourceful–"

"And these fine chopsticks," Hyun raised them up for her to see, moving them close to her nose as he grinned stupidly, "make excellent long range projectiles with just a little chakra like so and--WHOOPS!" Hyun's had taken the chopsticks and deftly infused them with a sliver of chakra, intending to have them stick to the ceiling, but his fingers slipped and sent the now razor sharp sticks sailing across the table with such velocity that Rinkai narrowly avoided being slammed in the middle of his forehead with them before imbedding themselves in the wall opposite Hyun.

In Rinkai's haste to dodge the sticks, he didn't doubt that he could since he was Rinkai after all, he bumped the tea off it's dark brown stand and sent the pot tottering toward Mei's lap. At this point, the room went still as it swerved across the table's edge, sending Mei's perfectly placed riceballs tumbling into her lap, and instead wound up scalding Hyun's thighs, thankfully the lower regions near his knees.

Two shrieks filled the air and Mei found herself out screamed by Hyun's outrageously high pitched shouts of agony.

"Damn you Rinkai, I will murder you!" He seethed with murderous intent burning into his eyes as he leapt up and danced from one foot to the other, fanning at his lap in such a way that he looked as though, at least to Rinkai, to be beckoning Mei toward his scalding groin and that of course prompted more laughter than fear from the Tokage.

" My Kimono! Aiiyaah! You stupid dobe," Mei hissed before standing up sharply and bowing, coincidentally also toward said scalding groin since Hyun had somehow managed to amble in front of her to apologize with a low bow of his own, only to have her head possessed by a horrible pain having bumped heads with Hyun. Once again she hissed, over Rinkai's howls of laughter, and stormed from the room, slamming it behind her.

"Rinkai..." Hyun growled while rubbing his forehead, standing with his legs spread wide, and wondering just how things had turned so badly so fast. One minute she'd been impressed with him and the next, she was calling him a 'dobe'. Actually, he felt rather depressed about the whole thing which gave him more reason to growl murderously at the bandaged freak, he liked that girl!

"H-Hyun, I think you did a wonderful job...Next time, try not to almost kill her..." Rinkai managed over a fresh torrent of amused, racking laughter that he no longer even attempted to restrain as he rolled across the floor holding his side.

"I'm going to kill you...Slowly and painfully," Hyun's voice was deceptively calm as he advanced, still in too much pain to walk normally and so he took wide, swinging steps toward his amused prey.

"Hyun, really, you did great. She was totally impressed by your--what did she call your obsession with training again? Oh yes, I remember--'resourcefulness', but that whole killing thing was a deal breaker."

Hyun would have pounced the guy if his legs weren't burning and if he thought thrashing the baka would do him any good in the future so instead he took a calming breath. But that didn't help and so he gave in to his impulses and cast an evil glare down at Rinkai, slightly shocked that he was no longer rolling on the floor and was instead walking toward the chopsticks to pull them from the wall.

"So, Hyun, you think I can have these? You know as a keepsake of this magical evening?" Sarcasm laced his voice but it was thrown off by the pleading look on this face as he balled his hands together in a classic beggars gesture toward Hyun who merely snorted and seethed all the more.

"This is all your fault! 'Be yourself Hyun. Talk about what you're comfortable with Hyun.' You are a complete baka!" Hyun nearly screamed, glaring intently at Rinkai, pouting slightly and stomping his foot down.

Rinkai stopped and smirked somewhat, taking note of the shift of mood in the room from playfully annoyed to fuming and dour. He wouldn't let this wet blanket call him names like that and get away with it. Not that he cared, but it was the principle of the thing! And Tokage Rinkai had a reputation to maintain.

"I'm not the klutz who almost killed two people in his quest to get laid! Better leave these things to a man, boy." Rinkai said, twirling the chopsticks lightly in his fingers.

"Meanie Pants!" Hyun spat out in desperation only to feel unshakable shame overtake him. Had he just said that? Did those words, those stupidly childish words just come out of his mouth? In front of Rinkai of all people too! If he hadn't been so far gone, he would have groaned in having just blown any semblance of a reputation with this guy.

"...Meanie what?" Rinkai asked incredulously, mouth somewhat agape as his hands dropped the cho went down to his sides while still clenching the chopsticks. Did Hyun just say that? Did Hyun actually just let those words come out of his mouth? This guy was more idiotic than he had previously thought, and yet he couldn't help but be intrigued by the interesting tactic. Hyun, a truly enigmatic young man, seemed to have a knack for catching him off guard with his near-naive approaches to girls, total disregard for the feelings of others, and now childish insults. The guy really had no clue.

"Meanie," A pause, "pants. Honestly Rinkai, I knew you were blind, but deaf? Damn, pay more attention," Hyun said with a smirk and felt a slight pang of satisfaction, despite the heat still thrashing his legs, as Rinkai's forehead creased in what Hyun guessed, and secretly hoped, was a glare.

"You're a child," Rinkai ground out, snapping the sticks in a slight wave of anger, as he furiously worked his jaw in agitation before shaking his head and cocking his head to the side, black bangs falling across his face. "First you wreck my dinner, and then you insult me!"

"I...I...I'm sorry about the dinner. It wasn't my intention." Hyun once again bowed in apology, this time clear of anyone else's head, and sighed softly at the pain his legs still caused him. He'd ruined the black pants of his Chuunin uniform with the tea as well as Rinkai's dinner and now he felt horrible about it all. Actually, he didn't feel so bad about the dinner but guilt still plagued him about it and so he'd be forced to attempt to make amends. 'I guess Isamu isn't the only one with a bleeding heart.'

"No you're not, but that's fine. It only means we get to go somewhere else!" Rinkai said sounding suddenly chipper as he draped an arm across Hyun's shoulder and all but drug him toward the door to the room and when Hyun complained about his legs, Rinkai looked down at them and smirked. "Suck it up, you baby. Gods above! You are such a pain!"

"It's your fault!" Hyun shot back and once again the two descended into argument on the way to the outside of the restaurant. Regardless of their heated debate of whose fault it indeed was, Rinkai's arm never found its way from around Hyun's shoulder's and Hyun found no need to contest the physical contact. After all, who was he to give up a perfectly good post to lean against when his legs wouldn't let him walk without wincing in agony.

Wewt! So there's four, bad pick-up lines and some interaction! Alright, I know y'all probably don't read these little snippets of randomness, but I feel the need to warn you. Chapter five is definitly. . . interesting. . .Yeah. Poor Hyun has a. . . less than innocent dream. . . .just saying.

You have been warned. . . .