I am not gay
N4
I own an original story, this is not that story.
I groaned as his alarm woke up from it's slumber. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked out loud, "It's a saterday." KURAMA, HOW MUCH DID YOU DRINK LAST NIGHT
"SHUT UP, Naruto." Kurama replied, turning around, and going back to sleep. Then I forced myself out of the bed to brew a homebrew remedy, as soon as I remembered why I'd set the alarm anyway. Taking a positively vile vitamin drink, and a quick shower, I hoped the headache would pass before his job interview. Naturally, I had no such luck. The only positive was that Kurama hadn't checked his chat pages once.
I strolled into the restaurant, holding his head. It was around the corner, so it wold be an ideal place to work. I had experience in fast food, so he knew the kind of kitchen, even if the restaurant served it on a whole different level. I wanted to start cooking it properly. I was ready to start cooking commercially, I was sure of it. Kurama being out of commission would help him, slightly to get it. I got there third, but in the first five minutes, as the two before me had been led in, and kicked back out.
"Next!" Itachi called, and I got it, feeling sick still. "Save me the resume, I've heard that twice today already, and there's an entire line behind you, with people as good as you or better. I've read your file, and it says you're a self-confessed nut-job with the papers to prove it. Can you elaborate on that?"
"well, it's not easy to convince the psychologist that the two of me are perfectly stable, but I can assure you we're functional, and won't drink the night before a shift." I said, trying my best to sound convincing.
"So, am I right to assume you were at the masked new-year's ball?" Itachi inquired, suddenly interested.
"I was, mister..." I said, trying to recall his name. "Wake up, Kura, he wants to know about the party yesterday." I said, giving the fox a mental kick.
"Just Itachi will do." he said, smiling, "seen my brother there, perhaps? About your size, raven mask, blue bangs, probably surrounded by fangirls."
"You're talking about Raven?" Kurama asked, Suddenly very interested, "I hope I didn't scare him too much last night."
And that had Itachi at the edge of his seat. "There's only three people who know my brother as Raven, so what the hell happened, last night, Kurama?"
"I danced with him, had fun with him, and kissed him. Then he yelled at me and ran out, or rather, his equivalent of yelling at me." Kurama answered.
"So, Naruto, am I right to think your other me is Kurama, Sasuke's long time internet friend?" Itachi asked, not believing his luck.
"That would be me, it seems." Kurama answered, grinning, "so his real name is Sasuke? Good to know."
"And am I right to assume you're gay?" Itachi asked, seeming totally cool with it.
"NO" I yelled mentally, "Yes." Kurama replied, "and into your brother. That's the reason I kissed him at the ball."
"He's still struggling with the closet, so be a little patient with him. You any good in the kitchen?"
"The only kitchen equipment I can't handle is a microwave." I replied, now in control again, "I know the food well, and I don't mind making late hours."
"Well then, Naruto, Kurama, You're hired." Itachi smiled. "Wanna help me out with the rest of the applicants?"
"Absolutely." I grinned, as Itachi lead him out the door.
"And make sure they can see you're hung over still, even if you're not." Itachi whispered. Then he pushed me out. "Everyone who thinks he can do better than this guy, please stand up." Of the twenty-eight people at the seats that lined the wall, 27 stood without hesitating. "And please start walking. A restaurant is a team effort, and I won't be having people looking down on eachother. Okay, who's left? You, the girl on the seat, please come in. Naruto, we still need to read and sign your contracts."
He handed me a contract that looked rather standard, so I could read it, while he questioned the shy girl, which turned out to be called Hinata. She was a black haired, fair skinned girl with lavender eyes. Her dress was highly decent and somehow both humble, and wealthy. She was clearly shy, but she didn't blink or flinch at the harder questions. Soon, she too was reading her contract, signing up as another line cook.
"So," Itachi asked, "When can you start?"
"Right now, if you want." Hinata said, smiling slightly.
"You both have one last test to see if you're gonna get a chef's position, or an understudy. The chef will show you the menu once, then you prepare me lunch. Do that well, and you're getting some responsibility." Itachi said, "Don't serve me crap before I can file this contract, okay?"
The calmness in that statement was nothing short of creepy. Hinata and I looked at eachother, and rushed into the kitchen. Eager to learn and happy to cook. "We just gotta do this right" Naruto said, and we're in." I said, looking at the wide-eyed Sasuke in the back, as I walked in.
"They hire just about anyone, don't they?" Sasuke asked, "and hey, good to see you made it in, Hinata."
"Not yet." She replied, "we gotta cook for him first. Who's the chef?"
"That would be me" a fat guy in chef whites said. "I'm Choji. From a long line of cooks. My rules are simple. Not a breadcrum leaves this kitchen without the products being tasted, cause without tasting, you can't guarantee quality." I nodded. "Bland's not on the menu in my kitchen, am I clear?"