Dinner with Kakashi was surprisingly pleasant given his earlier PO'd attitude.
The food was fantastic, though she wasn't allowed to get up and get her own plate. Which meant that she had to wait on Kakashi to fix her plate and bring it to her along with a drink before she settled down and started eating while the copy nin fixed his own plate then walked into the living room and sat down beside her and set his plate down in his lap and started eating.
"This is really good."
Kakashi made a soft humming sound. "You sound surprised."
"I am." Naru admitted, but didn't say anything more. Figuring that it would save her a mean look from the jounin if she simply held her tongue about what she had initally thought of him and his cooking. Kakashi though, seemed to already know what she didn't want to say and laughed a little bit.
"You thought I couldn't cook." Naru had the good grace to look guilty about that, making Kakashi laugh all that much harder. "You thought that just because I live alone that I wouldn't know how to cook! How did you think I manage to live all these years?"
Naru looked slightly uncomfortable and Kakashi stopped laughing and quickly sobered up and said. "Oh that's just wrong."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is. I may be a lot of things Naru, but I'm not a beggar. I'd rather die than beg anyone for food or whatever."
She put her hands up in a placating gesture as he got quiet and said. "Part of me knows that. But I couldn't help the thought." He grunted and sat back and draped one arm across the back of the couch, putting his arm soemwhere behind her.
"Well... I suppose just the thought is okay." Kakashi said as he took another bite or two off of his plate before asking. "How have you managed to survive all this time? Everytime I come to your place your cabinets and fridge are as barren as a wasteland."
"I don't keep food here-" Naru said as she set her fork down on her plate. "In fact I don't eat but three times a week." Kakashi frowned and listened as she told him about how sometimes people came to her apartment and poisoned the food and other things. How some people used to hold her down and force maggoty meat down her throat simply for the sake of laughing while she got sick.
Frankly Kakashi was appalled by this latest discovery about his former students life. She had always seemed to innocent and care free as a child that one would assume that the bile and venom of the villagers had never reached her. It saddened him to know that she had suffered like that and to know that because of those incidents she refused to keep food on hand in her apartment and limited herself to eating only three times a week.
It's no wonder she eats so much when she was at Ichiraku's. She must be starving by the time she's taken there every few days. Kakashi thought almost darkly as he shifted the hand behind her and gently slipped his fingers into her hair and did this odd little petting motion before removing his hand and telling her to eat.
Once Naru's plate was semi cleared and she couldn't eat anymore, Kakashi took it from her and placed what was left in the fridge just in case she got hungry again later.
He doubted she would. But he put the food back for her anyways. Then he did the dishes and then told Naru in a gentle yet firm tone to go get ready for bed since she was looking like she was about to pass out on the couch. He sat there in silence and thought while he listened to the faint sounds of Naru moving around in the back of the apartment.
He heard the soft sounds of water coming from the bathroom and felt his lips curve a little bit. So Naru was the type of girl who showered even when she was sick. Odd. But he'd seen odder things in his time.
Ten minutes later he heard the distinct sound of the water shutting off and five minutes later Naru came shuffling back into the living room wearing a large, button up long sleeved shirt that fell down to her knees, the towel that she'd used to dry off with, slung across her shoulders. She shuffled over to the couch and flopped down on it and curled herself up into a ball, uncaring fo if whether her head was resting almost dangerously close to his lap, and her hair was still wet, and the hem of her shirt was riding up a little bit.
Honestly she appeared far too tired to care. I guess the shower took what was left of her energy, the poor thing. Kakashi thought as he absently started finger combing her hair to work out the tangles while she fell asleep curled up next to him.
An hour later when he was ready to get some sleep himself, he scooped her up and carried her down the hall to her room and tucked her in.