Title: Food of
the Gods
Rating: PG
Pairing: Chouji/Ino
Word
Count: 269
Warning/s: None
Summary: Chouji's
cooking is more than just lunch—it's a labor of love.
Notes: Inspired
by the lovely iamzuul, who asked for Chouji/Ino with the keyword
"salad." I couldn't pass this up. Chouji is love!
"So," Chouji says, a little nervously. They've eaten lunch today a thousand times, but this time is different; somehow all the other lunches seem only to be practices for this one, the real one.
...And, of course, the thousands of lunches that will come after this...
He breaks into a wide grin at the thought. "What would you like?"
Ino shrugs and pauses polishing her kunai long enough to reach out and twitch a spray of flowers--Sakura's gift, Chouji remembers--back into place in its simple and elegant errangement. "I'm not really hungry. A salad would be fine."
A salad? He stares at her for a moment in undisguised horror. A salad? On this, the first day of their new life together, the best day of his life so far, a day marred only by the fact that they have a mission in a few hours--but even that's not so much of a problem, because they'll see Shikamaru!--she wants a salad?
She glances up at him. "Is there a problem, love? I could make it--"
"No, no, you stay there!" Chouji pushes her back onto the couch and whirls into the kitchen. All right, he can make a salad. But, he decides, it's not just going to be any ordinary salad. She's going to see exactly what the man she married is capable of!
Two hours later, when Shikamaru slouches up the stairs to their new apartment and lets himself in without bothering to knock, he finds only the remnants of lunch on the table and a trail of salad leaves leading to the bedroom.