Hey'yal! How's it been?

Shukaku: We're by-passing most of this beginning part now, so later!

Me: Story time! -sits on the floor on a cushion.waits a bit, before glaring at Shukaku, who sighs and moves to the big comfy chair and starts reading from the book of the authoress's memory--

Shukaku: -with feeling, he already learned the 'no monotone voices' lesson- It was the next day, really late...

Korochi yawned and got up, stretching her tired limbs, except for her right arm.

Glancing at the clock, she jaw-dropped, before getting up and screaming at herself none to softly.

"Damn it! I was supposed to start my new job today! No! I can't be late!" She seriously liked her new job, even if it was a pretense.

She showered and ran out the door, muffin in one hand, apron in the other.

Finally reaching her destination, she panted, she might have gone a bit faster than she should have, for a citizen and all, but she truly was going to be late. And pretenses were pretenses.

Besides, she liked her 'new' place of employment.

Grinning at her boss, she put on her apron, swallowing the last bits of muffin in her mouth, before going to stand at the counter.

Her first customer was Naruto.

Flash back about three seconds
Hey guys! She's got a job at Ichakaru's!" Naruto cried, they had all watched her all night, the Hokage's orders, after hearing about her letters to every single village. She would be in danger if anyone else found out about her group of friends. And they could use her to find Orochimaru's too, if what her last letter said meant what she thought it did. Besides the Hyuugas are perverts thing. She had been to a party at her friend's' house in sound. This meant she could be part of an infiltration mission. Without her knowledge of course.

"Naruto! Wait!" Sakura hissed, but it was too late. He was already inside the stand, sitting down and ordering.

End three second ago flashback
"Hello there! What would you like to eat?" Korochi asked, smiling.

"One beef and one miso ramen!" He cried, happy as can be.

"Gotcha little fox-boy! Coming right up!" She saw him stiffen when she said that. Oh crap.

"What's wrong? Oh! I'm sorry! Do you not like being called that?" She asked, her eyes on the verge of rather largeglassy tears. "I didn't realize you might not like that nickname!" He brightened.

"Oh no! If you want to call me that!" Other random ninja filed in, for breakfast apparently(a/n: really! Ramen as breakfast? Are these ninja trying to kill themselves?). "But why call me that?" He was a little suspicious, she may have been very nice, but she still had called him a fox, that meant that she might know the reason behind that little nickname, and that would not only be bad (the decree of no telling or you die, and the fact that she's to young to have been there when it happened) for one reason, but for the other of she might not really like him.

"Cause I like you and you're cute the way you remind me of a pet fox I once had when I was little, always so happy and fun!" That worked.

"Okay!" She smiled at him.

"Alright then, I need to do my job, be back in a bit!" she walked over to the rest of Naruto's team, and the other three teams, as well as some random ninja.

When she was done, she gave everyone their food, and Naruto his third helpings, a bowl each of miso, regular, and shrimp.

Everyone else was satisfied, and Naruto was only starting on the first bowl, so she had a thought.

She disappeared inside the kitchen and came back out as Naruto was finishing off his last bowl.

"Two Chicken ramen please!" He called out.

"Wait a second Naruto, would you try this? I made it myself; I call it 'breakfast ramen six', this one's on the house."

He eyed it eagerly as she set it down in front of him. She moved off and was sincerely nervous as to how he would like it. Only Nuken had ever known she could cook, and she had never made this for anyone but herself. She guessed that having a mom that was awesome with weapons; which made her that way, being her daughter and inheriting those insatiable genes for oogling a good weapon she just saw in a shop (her dad was freaked out by this once, but decided it was better than having her oogling boys like some other girls she knew, and happened to be friends with) and knowing how to use them well made her deft with her 'weapons' in the kitchen, plus her dad's patience and attention to detail had rubbed of on her, making her a pretty good cook, if she did say so herself, but she only cooked for herself. How would other people like it? She was too shy about her closely guarded secret to tell anyone, almost her only real big secret (well, big for her),to have them try her food. But she figured that the ramen lover would tell her the truth, as was his brash nature, and he wasn't even from her time. When she got back she could pretend she wasn't that girl he met that day, easy.

And he'd forget about it anyways later too, hopefully...

"Mmm!" He exclaimed, and she was brought back out of her trance to stare at him and wonder what he had said, his mouth was full of ramen at that moment.

She ran back to the kitchen before he could swallow and came back out with the two chickens, setting them down before him and going off to get other orders. There were quite a few more people now, in fact, a lot.

So Ichiraku's was as popular with ninja in the past as it was in the future.

She reminisced about what all was in 'breakfast ramen six' as she went, her memorization skills picture perfect. She hoped she hadn't put anything in there that he wouldn't like.

'Let's see, egg dumplings and noodles made of special potato batter; to resemble hash-browns, and soup made of thick vegetable stock mixed in with some paprika and ... made it more like...' Her thoughts were interrupted by a kunai imbedding itself into her bowl as she passed behind Naruto. That was purely reflexive, she had sensed it coming a few seconds ahead and her body moved in its own accord to stop it, all the while still keeping her lookinglike a normal citizen.

"Eep!" She let out a small squeak, as some pork ramen spilled out of the crack in the wooden bowl onto the floor.

Ninja were all suddenly alert, and she just stared at the kunai. Her mind was whirling, but not with thoughts a normal citizen would have. 'That almost hit Naruto!' She wailed into her mind, thankful for once of her special ability brought about by her mother's hidden bloodline mixed with her father's known one. (a/n: you'll see! Later, of course)

An Akatsuki member stood there, framed in the entrance by the light glinting off a window. She narrowed her eyes at him. It was a sound ninja of Orochimaru's from the future that had come back with them, dressed in his Akatsuki clothes, which were 'rightfully' his till he disbanded from them and joined the snake-hole.

"What the heck do you think you're doing?" She hissed, causing some of them to become suspicious. "That almost hurt (A/n: would have done freakin more than that!) Foxy! (as if they weren't suspicious enough, she just has to call him a fox) Don't just come into someone's establishment and try to hurt customers you jackass! Or else I'll have you thrown out!" that just made it apparent to everyone else that she didn't know who he was, or what she was doing. Though if her dad were here, the future one of course, that knew who she freakin was, he'd get her for cussing. Heeeyyyy... she could use that to her advantage...-snicker-

Just call me Cliff!

Wait, please don't, Ashen Rose, or AR, is good. i like my name.

Shukaku: -takes a sqig of water- that was a long talk. Now anyone ready for the next one?

Me: Yeah, but hey, i noticed something, we have no guests today. Kinda strange, ain't it?

Shukaku: Ain't ain't a word, so i ain't gonna say it!

Me: O.O... I think i'll stop messing with your dialogue now...

Shukaku: Gee, ya think?

Review people! Tell me what-cha think! and tell me if there's something that can be fixed! Minus scrapping it!