The end of the day was quietly approaching in Konoha. Everything was calm. The shops were beginning to close and the children were returning home after playing so much after the end of school. The last genin team was on their way to submit their report after completing the D-rank mission they had just finished. Yes, it was a normal day for Konohagakure no Sato.
If someone was to look outside, they would see our little hero going back to his house after a long day of training, which some would call torture, with his teammate and Kakashi. He was walking with eager steps, a grin plastered on his face. If somebody were to study him, they would see some drool leaking out from the corner of his lips as he made his way home.
Naruto was happy. He had trained all day today, and he was confident he could beat Sasuke tomorrow. His goal of becoming Hokage was closer than ever. And best of all, he had seen Sakura today. But then again, his day was far from perfect. Like every morning, he had to tear himself from his love to go train. He really liked Sakura, really! But she was nothing in the face of what he called his ultimate love. How much he longed to be there, at home, with her. He craved her so much that he felt himself becoming a little crazy.
Naruto skidded to a stop as he rounded a corner. There, he could see it at last. His home! The place where the love of his life waited patiently for him. It had been so long since he had last seen her. Climbing the stair, he could almost see his love in his head, with a well-shaped form, not too big, not to small. Her smooth body put Sakura's to shame and the godly curve of her body was so hard to find today, if one didn't know where to look.
He opened the door and it immediately assaulted him. IT was that unique perfume whose smell surrounded her in a perfect manner. He told himself almost every day that he could never grow tired of it. And he hadn't.
He paused for a moment to lick his lips. He could already feel it, that lip to lip mouthful that gave him a vision of paradise.
Unable to wait any longer, he rushed into his apartment and threw his stuff onto the floor. He was so close now. He knew she was here, in the kitchen.
Passing the door, he could see it, near the cupboard. Finally, he could take her in his hand, his beloved ramen.
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E/N's: (Sailors refer to their ships as females, so using 'her' instead of 'it' isn't a horribly foreign concept
A/N : Thank to Tama Saga who helped me to edit it. This is the last chapter that I will make for thissince I have a new project. Review of any sort whould help a lot to know how the chapter was.