Author's Note: It's been a while! Sorry about that, my friend jellydonut16 got me hooked on Black Butler and I started a story on that and just couldn't put it down. Anyways, here is the third chapter :D I did realize we saw little of Ryumeki so now there is more of him here. I have a feeling that some of you will go crazy over the ending of this chapter. ;)

While I still have you here, can you guys tell me if I made Naruto's waist line too big? I mean, is it all right for him cause he's on the fit side of things :D

Tambayan is like your regular hang-out.

Special thanks to: jellydonut16, Dragon77, and monkeylovermarie6. I hope you guys like this chapter too! :D

The moment they pulled over Naruto was equal parts amused and equal parts surprised at seeing the none-stylish and none-fancy diner. He looked at his passenger and even looked to his side to see Ryumeki and Maro's car just to make sure he wasn't lost. After all, he had to consult google multiple times just to make sure he didn't take a wrong turn and get them to Nagoya. Sasuke would have a freak and while on that topic had he simply asked Sasuke for directions really bad questions would have popped up between them. That he was sure of.

When Sasuke unbuckled his seat belt and proceeded to open his door, Naruto managed to snap himself out of it and followed after the ravenhead. Saying that he was surprised was pretty much an understatement. Menma and his friends ate in places like this?

"Well come on!" Maro cried as he stepped into the open doors with Ryumeki and Sasuke right behind him.

Naruto took another moment to openly gawk at the cheesy fast food restaurant. The walls were linoleum black and white and the seats were red and supposedly covered with leather. There were many open and closed booths obviously ready for big gatherings- the typical family'n'friends area. He stared at all these things for a moment and then scolded himself for yet again judging the Namikaze boy and his friends. So much for keeping his promises.

The other three he had come with were now settled in a booth with their menus open and their eyes glued to them. He wondered if they noticed just how long it had taken him to will his feet to move so that he could sit. Hopefully not since he would have a hard time trying to explain how alienated he felt in a place they usually ate in.

"I know what I'm getting." Ryumeki announced as he snapped his menu shut. Almost as if on automatic, his arm moved to lay over Maro's shoulders and the shorter boy didn't seem to mind it.

Instead, Maro turned his head to look at him, lips pursed. "You're going with the usual again? Aren't you getting tired of it?"

"Nah." Ryumeki shrugged, his fingers now playing with the other male's white hair. "I like the usual. I like routine. Change is too difficult to deal with. Let's stick with what we know."

Sasuke snorted from where he sat beside Naruto, his menu open in front of him. He pointedly stared at it before addressing the Hotori boy. "Maro, spell boring."

"Well," Maro drawled smirking. He dodged the light smack that Ryumeki aimed at his head and happily spelled, "R-Y-U-M-E-K-I."

"Precisely." Sasuke nodded before he too snapped his menu shut. He smirked at the mockingly glaring brunette in front of him and announced, "I think I'm going to go with today's special."

"The special?" Ryumeki looked at the bright sign boards to their left and raised an eyebrow at the Uchiha boy. "You're eating an entire load of French fries and spare ribs? You, who also says that killing poor cows should be considered murder?"

"Not murder if you control how much you eat." Sasuke replied leisurely.

"You aren't making sense at all." Ryumeki scowled crossing his arms over his chest. "And aren't you allergic to watermelon?"

Sasuke waved that off. "I'll get another drink. Geez Ryumeki when did you turn into my diet inspector? I already have one of those and you don't anything like Dr. Mashiro. For one thing you don't have boobs."

"Leave him alone." Maro said, lightly knocking Ryumeki on the head. He then followed with a smirk at the Uchiha's direction. "If you get fat don't forget that my beau told you so and when you wake up in the morning and realize you just ate an entire calf who will never get the chance to grow into a cow don't you dare come crying to us."

"I'll try." Sasuke deadpanned rather dryly before he turned to Naruto. "Know what you're getting yet?"

It took a moment for Naruto to realize that he was being spoken too. That little exchange between the three… They were so comfortable with each other. He was now sure that Sasuke didn't mind saying crass words. He said 'fuck' to Naruto during their first conversation although maybe him being Menma was playing a huge factor on that. "Uhh, I don't know. I'm not that hungry actually, I mean we just came from lunch and it's only been half an hour since then."

"No." Maro chided. "That wasn't lunch. That was hell courtesy of Uchiha Itachi and his little brother Sasuke served piping hot with snails on the side. And I was watching you Namikaze you didn't touch a single thing on your plate! You played around with the food sure but you weren't putting any of it in your mouth."

The ravenhead bristled and retorted before Naruto could say anything. "It's not like I wanted to go and will you drop it with the snails already? You didn't even touch one either. At least Menma's being a man about this and not whining like you are, you big baby."

Maro raised his fork looking all too ready to jab it at the other male before his boyfriend intervened.

"Maro, bad. We don't need any visits to the hospital right now." Ryumeki turned to Sasuke as he flagged a waitress sure that Naruto would pick something to eat eventually. "You on the other hand, don't get mad, but you have Menma on a leash. He does whatever you say."

"Hey." Naruto complained on behalf of Menma as he looked away from a rather tempting food plate. No man wanted to be on someone's leash, least of all another man. "I just happen to be a very good friend who will be there for you when you need me the most."

"Yeah," Maro rolled mauve colored eyes and echoed the word with a scoff. "Friend."

Naruto dropped the conversation and let Ryumeki put in orders for him, with him deciding to go with the 'usual' or whatever it was that Menma usually got just to be safe. When they were all alone again conversation started but not as lively as it had been a while back as everyone had pulled out their phones which were all, (big surprise) Iphones.

Not wanting to risk being set apart from the group, Naruto pulled out his own phone and idly played with it. He didn't open any games but he didn't know what else to do. The other three with him seemed insanely busy and he wondered if this was what these type of people considered as 'hanging out'.

Back in the Philippines at the dinner table, cellphones were prohibited to be mentioned even more so brought out. Lola Tsunade would probably confiscate it before you could unlock it. Here though... Japan truly was a different place, or was it like this everywhere else? He couldn't begin to fathom how people talked to each other when they had gadgets stuck in their hands and their eyes glued on said gadgets. How can you have meaningful conversations if you're too busy playing flappy bird? Like, there's a time and place for everything. The dinner table was not meant to be used as a tambayan. It's meant for family meals and family moments.

"Ya know Sasuke." Ryumeki said as he turned his phone to face them. Naruto was glad that they at least still talked. "Drunk Arthur screaming 'idiot' sounds just like a younger version of you. When you were ten or eleven and just hitting puberty."

Sasuke's hand almost automatically swiped at the brunette in front of him causing everyone on the table to laugh as red quite noticeably rushed to his cheeks. "It does not, Sugiyama!"

"I beg to differ!" Ryumeki laughed, but not as loudly as Maro while Naruto simply watched them. He could not relate... at all. Who was Arthur?

"Well you sound like Alfred." Sasuke said in a matter of fact tone that had Maro laughing even more.

"F-Fitting then?" He choked out between giggles that Naruto just notice were sort of high pitched. Not like a girl's laugh mind, but more like a child's. He now wondered just how old Hotori Maro was. When he got home he was going to check those files. He should have asked Asa for a more thorough clean-up on these two. He did know that he was meeting with them after all.

Conversation seemed to sizzle into a halt again as the three returned to their phones and Naruto realized that they weren't even questioning his silence. He returned to playing with his phone for the lack of something to do as well as wondering just how far the rest of the world deteriorated when it came to talking to each other during meals. Then after that he casually let his eyes wander around the diner.

Naruto only now realized that it was a very nice place. The travelling homesick Americans would really appreciate it as it felt a little bit like their home. He wondered too if there was a Filipino restaurant anywhere near them now. He would kill for some Sisig or Sinigang. Still looking around he realized that by the many times Sasuke was cursing quite heatedly underneath his breath beside him that the ravenhead was in fact not playing around but was handling what looked to be business. Naruto pursed his lips and wondered just how long Sasuke's file would be. It seems the ravenhead had many secrets that he was not keen to share.

No matter. With Fuge, you had no secrets, unless you belong behind bars.

The waitress brought in the food just when Naruto was running out of things to do on his phone (typing useless notes could only take up someone's attention for so long) and he was surprised to find his own stomach growling in appreciation. Namikaze Menma had good taste when it came to American cuisine. Naruto eyed the baby back ribs appreciatively as well as the mini-mountain of mash potatoes swimming in gravy. Almost a little too happily, he kissed his very nice thirty inch waistline goodbye.

He could always go jogging anyways. Or something.

"I thought I had school today." Was the first thing out of Naruto's mouth when he came down the stairs only to see both Ino and Deidara lounging on the couch. The TV was on and what was sure was breakfast slowly being pieced together was on the table and the cook was in the kitchen bringing out more food.

He stared at it because it looked enough to feed an entire army, not the three people (plus the cook maybe) that he knew would be eating that morning. Ino's quite unenthusiastic answer to his rather loud announcement was, "Skip it."

Naruto paused where he was rubbing his eyes. He'd had a long night with the files as he read through what seemed to fifteen pages for Sasuke alone and an even six pages for Ryumeki then eight pages on Maro. He didn't even stop to think of how much time he devoted on mulling over the information head read but it was a lot. He'd seen the clock before he conked out and it had been sometime around one in the morning. Hence he wasn't sure if he was hearing what he was hearing. "What?"

"Skip it." Ino echoed. She then heaved herself off of the couch and leaned over one of Enko's cribs. The Namikaze baby had one in each room except for Deidara's, Naruto's and probably Papa Namikaze's room too. Evidently the little stay at home baby liked to be in his cribs almost all the time since he neither fancied walking or crawling. He had his moments or so Ino says but he liked being on his back most of the time.

Naruto caught sight of the nuzzling baby and noticed that he was on the brink of sleep and consciousness. His mother handed him a warmed bottle and he happily sucked away apparently dead to the world. Idly he wondered if sleeping patterns was hereditary because the only other person he knew that dropped like a light that way was Shikamaru. Wouldn't that be interesting…

Being mindful of the baby, his voice lowered rather drastically but with more inflection than before. "What?"

"Skip it." Ino repeated chipper. She grazed her baby's cheek with a finger before she straightened up and put her hands on her hips. Naruto froze and was reminded of all the times Lola Tsunade did that. Women were scary sometimes… even ones younger than him. "It's not like you're learning anything new since it's remedial today plus none of your friends is gonna be there because of the orientation and it's also not like you've been going to class the past month. Just skip it today and go tomorrow."

Naruto continued to stare at the blonde. Did he dare invoke her wrath on him further more? "Hence the reason that I maybe need to attend class now?"

"No." Ino said. "You need to help your darling sister clear out the attic because most of the crap in it is yours. I've been wanting to do it for a while now but I don't know which stuff to keep and which stuff to give away."

If it weren't for the baby he would have probably screamed bloody murder about now. Naruto turned to look at Deidara who was staring at the TV. "Why can't Deidara help you?"

"Can't." the older blonde declared.

"Why not?" Naruto asked.

Deidara looked away from the TV and stared Naruto right in the eye. His blonde hair was in a rather thick bun today seeing as the sun was shining straight into the room. It was February so it was still cold but thankfully the sun was no longer a mere stranger and graced their presence rather often. "I just can't. Besides it's Monday and it's my Johnny holiday so you can't make me do anything. Sibling rule."

Naruto's eye twitched. What the hell was a sibling rule? And a Johnny holiday? He looked at the TV and saw what he thought was Pirates of The Caribbean with subtitles. He now wondered if the siblings were capable of speaking English, because he could and if they were watching a movie with subtitles then he sort of doubted it. Diyos ko he had so much to learn!

"Cool it Dei, it's time for breakfast anyways so you have to put Johnny on hold." Ino called from where she was sitting on the table inevitably snapping him out of his thoughts. She was rearranging the plates on the table, pushing a plate of rice balls by one plate, then she pushed bowls of miso onto the trays on the table. There was also an assortment of pickles and what looked like eggs… is that what Japanese people called omurice?

Deidara let his head loll against the back of his chair, sighing quietly. "Food of Johnny. Food or Johnny. Food wins. Damn."

Ino laughed and pulled back Deidara's chair for him and Naruto followed suit, sitting across from Ino. There was an empty chair beside him and he wondered if it was for the cook. When Ino thanked everyone for the food and began to eat, he realized that the chair belonged to Papa Namikaze, who was currently in Paris on a business meeting.

As he ate he listened to Ino and Deidara discuss yet again the supposed vacation they would be taking and he couldn't help but smile around the mouthful of rice he was eating. This was what eating was supposed to be like. Good food, good company, and good conversation. Not gadgets, and facebook, and scrolling, and chatting with the person sitting right next to you.

Enko was sitting up and staring at them by the time Naruto was halfway through with his plate. Ino smirked at the way her son's hair seemed to stick out everywhere like the tufts of a small pineapple's head and said, "Don't I have the most adorable baby in the world?"

"That's cause he's related to us," Deidara said smirking at Naruto.

"Oh please." Ino scoffed as she went and got Enko out of the crib and made her way back to the table. He was placed on her lap and allowed a few mouthfuls of sticky rice which he seemed to like a lot. "I think I might let him try to eat something else apart from rice soon. Like the eggs maybe. They're soft enough."

"He's almost two." Naruto pointed out. He knew that much about baby Enko now with much thanks to Shikamaru. "About that, what are we doing for his birthday?"

"I want it big."

"Thought as much." Deidara sighed. "This is gonna hurt Dad's bank account isn't it?"

"Hey." Ino complained as she started bouncing Enko on her lap. "It's not every day the littlest man of the house turns two! He'd like a big party with all the other little kids. He doesn't get to spend that much time with them after all."

"It's why I said you should take him to a day care Ino." Deidara said. "That way he gets to spend time away from you and with other little kids his age. He needs that type of separation or he's never going to do anything without you and by the time he's in high school he'll still be wanting his mommy."

"You're exaggerating." Ino said.

"No I'm not. And you know it." Deidara put his chopsticks down. "Ino, what are you so afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of anything." Ino replied. "I just don't think he's ready for that kind of separation yet. He needs me."

"The way I see it, I think you need him." Deidara shook his head. "Ino this could be bad for his social and people skills. He needs to get out."

"He's barely two years old!"

"Exactly! He needs to make friends with kids his age."

Naruto leaned back against his chair and watched this happen. He knew that siblings fought, he's seen it often enough but he couldn't help but wonder if this was healthy or not. The first night he was with the Namikaze siblings they were so happy and they moved around each other really well. Right now they were having a shout fest with a baby in the premises.

He looked at Enko who had a fist stuck in his mouth, a few grains of rice sticking to his face. He seemed untouched with what was going on and he was even staring at Naruto with wide cobalt blue eyes, just… just staring.

Hesitantly, he raised his arms out and Enko squirmed to get out of Ino's arms and into his even with the table in between them. Ino noticed despite her verbal spat with Deidara and gently passed the baby into Naruto's arms. There he played with the buttons on Naruto's pajama shirt and even tried eating one.

"No." He scolded lightly. He chuckled when Enko pouted awfully adorable and if he wasn't sure swallowing a button could kill him he would have given it to him. He tried to do what Ino was doing and jiggled his legs so that Enko was bouncing up and down. The redheaded baby was pre-occupied with trying to get more rice.

Naruto held onto him and just… held onto him for a moment. Menma was missing this. What Ino and Deidara were fighting about was Enko's future and it concerned Enko's well being. He was sure that Menma should have a say in this but he wasn't Menma, and he was very well aware of that.

He was Naruto and he shouldn't have an opinion on whether or not it was a good idea to send Enko into a daycare because he wasn't a part of this family. He may look like he did but he wasn't…

Ryumeki walked around his family house as he got started on breakfast. It wouldn't be anything fancy since he was cooking for one. His brothers were all out spending time with their partners and his mother and father were on a cruise ship going through Europe.

His phone was on the counter away from where he was busily making pancakes just in case Maro woke up and texted him. Unlike Ryumeki, his beau hated being alone, it was just something he grew up with.

He was living with his family too but his little sister had a habit of locking herself away in her room and his parents were usually at work at this time. It was why he loved taking Maro out rather than letting him stay at home.

Speaking of going out... Menma was being awfully silent last night. Not even reacting when Sasuke was flustered and on the boiling point of stabbing Maro in the eye.

And that was extremely odd. There were many things said about Namikaze Menma and Uchiha Sasuke's relationship. Such as you couldn't possibly define it. The two acted like they were best friends, that was obvious much but they were interested in each other physically however neither one wanted a committed relationship.

The closest thing to a label that they were going to get was 'friends with benefits' but Menma often said that he looked at Sasuke as he would look at his brother which was just plain absurd in Ryumeki's eyes because if that was the case then he was willingly fucking his brother? Incest? Ugh. Insert shudder here.

That matter aside Menma was known to jump to Sasuke's rescue whenever he needed it and whether he wanted to be rescued or not was never up for debate. Last night though...

He wasn't sure what he was doing, purposely riling Sasuke like that. Teasing him on his food choices when he knew that it was Itachi who was bothered with 'mass murdering cows' (but he was perfectly fine with slaughtering snails).

Maybe it was because of how... odd Menma had been acting last night. Menma was Menma, quiet and kept to himself but when the group started bickering like they had last night he usually got into that himself.

And when Sasuke started saying crass things like 'boobs', well, Menma would usually scold him and give him a light smack on the head or something. But last night, nothing. Menma just sat there, staring at them. Or rather, he was stuck in his thoughts.

Ryumeki sighed and flipped one of his pancakes to the other side. Maybe he was just caught up on the things that made him disappear in the first place. What had happened to Menma that made him poof from the face of the earth that way? Was it something with his family? His friends? Was it Sasuke?

Of course not, if it was then they wouldn't be hanging out like that.

Ryumeki sighed and turned the stove off and sucked on some leftover pancake batter as he tried to assembled his thoughts.

Maybe he should just have a talk with Menma and figure out what was wrong.