Justice Died [Naruto] DISCONTINUED

Stop Slurping Your Ramen!

"Naruto."

"Mmm?" sputtered the blond, mouth full of his delicious goodness: ramen. He grinned, slurping up another mouthful before squinting at the raven. "What?"

"Stop slurping your ramen."

"Why? It's the fastest way to eat it! And ramen's so beautiful! It's like, god in human form! Well, edible form, really, but it's the best invention since women! Like, why can't ice cream or like, coke be ramen flavoured? Why can't everything be ramen flavoured, actually? Ramen is like god in--"

"Naruto, you just said that," Sakura cut in, putting her third bowl of ramen down. "I'm stuffed, man. We get how much you love ramen; just stop slurping so loudly because one; it's irritating, two; you're bothering other customers, three; it's rude, and four; you're pissing me off here, so stop."

Naruto shurgged, lifting his umpteenth bowl of ramen to his lips. Sakura sighed. Sasuke grunted. Kakashi smirked in amusement. 

It wasn't like they weren't used to this, because they were. More than anything, but after the incident that happened just a little while ago, this was something good. It meant that the group was slowly recovering; they were slowly coming back together.

Kakashi grimaced at the thought of the past, fiddling with the top wire of his surgical mask. It wasn't that recent, neither was it that long ago, but the thought still haunted him. He'd been in the FBI for long enough, but having such an incident grab him by the throat and shake him up was definitely a first. 

"...kashi! Kakashi! We're leaving!" 

The silver-haired man mustered up a smile beneath his mask, standing and stepping away from his seat. "Well then, I presume you're paying, right, Sasuke?" A smile formed beneath the sickly white mask, and before Sasuke could reply: "I bid you three a good night and I shall see you in the morning," said Kakashi quickly, picking up his bag, practically running out of the stall. 

"--Hey!" 

"What--" Sasuke groaned, gripping his wallet tighter. Twenty-eight bowls of ramen. From Naruto. Alone. Three from Sakura, then one each from Kakashi and himself. The Uchiha regretted the idea, pitying his wallet. 

That bastard knows when to run, he does, Sasuke thought, grumbling as he paid the enormous price. Even with the discount and the coupons, the price of thirty-three bowls of ramen wasn't exactly cheap. He shot a fierce glare at the blond, giggling behind him, that annoyingly cheeky look embedded on his face. 

"Thanks for the meal, bastard!" Naruto barked, slapping Sasuke on the back. Said man grumbled, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and stalking out of the shop. 

"Thanks for your purchase! Please come again!"

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I guess... guess... yep. So at this point, still dunno what's going on. Probably end up in America, so please forgive me if I make mistakes, I do not live in USA. I'd rather like to use Japan though. 

Anyway.

Ye.

The Asian One ~ 19/06/2012