Where We Land

Chapter one

A/N: If you follow my other story, this is an au where Kira and Menma ARE NOT related! 

Menma Namikaze, the new owner of Namikaze Industries, idly spun a pen around his fingers, distracted his hands and mind with the task as he stared blankly at the stack of papers in front of him. There were the deals with Uchiha Corp. and Hyuga tech, it boggled his mind. He ran a hand through his black hair, puffing up his scarred cheeks and staring at the ray ceiling of his office. When a clock sounded, Menma's head shot up, blue eyes meeting a clock on the wall. Six o'clock, and time to head home. He smiled and grabbed the deeds, shoving them into the briefcase he had next to his desk, grabbing his keys and leaving his office. 

On the way out of the lobby of Namikaze Industries, he smiled at the pink haired girl, packing up her things to head home as well. 

"Have a nice evening, Mr. Namikaze!" Sakura Namikaze smiled, waving to the man, who nodded his head in a greeting and walked to the parking garage. He fumbled to unlock the door to his sleek, black Mercedes-Benz, using his key fob to open the trunk and put his briefcase in the back, before he climbed into the driver's seat, and started the vehicle. 

He sat in the darkness of the garage, scrolling through memos on his phone for the agenda for this cold, Tuesday night. He needed to go grocery shopping. With a sigh, he put the car into reverse and drove through downtown New York City. 

He hated grocery shopping because everyone knew him as a rich billionaire, women would flock to him and ask him all sorts of questions. 

But as his father told him, if it's something he can do, don't let someone else do it for you. 

He parked the car, and braced the cool air of December, walking through the parking lot towards the entrance of Walmart.  Immediately, he grabbed a basket, as he didn't need much, just some things for the company he planned to have. 

Walking to the wine aisle, he read over the labels. La Moneda Reserva Malbec, a Chilean Malbec. He sighed a bit, then paused when he heard a.. familiar voice. Looking to his right, he caught a glimpse of red hair walking down the aisle, towards him. But it wasn't him, or alcoholic beverages she was looking for. It was the packs of Kool-aid on the shelves. 

He couldn't believe it.. he hadn't seen this woman in years. Ten years to be exact. She was his ex, and she randomly disappeared after she graduated high school. She was a picture of health, not so much riches. She was in a waitressing outfit, stained with grease from the dinner time rush hour. Her hair was matted, pulled up into a high ponytail as if to keep it out of the food, a government regulation. 

"Kira!" He shouted, the redhead looking from the kool-aid jammers to her left, towards Menma. She didn't look too happy to see him but put on a smile anyway as he approached her. 

"Hi, Menma, Long time, no see." She smiled at her ex, holding onto the handle of her buggy. Just as Menma was going to start up small talk, a child ran down the aisle, waving a bar of chocolate through the air. His black hair bounced as he approached Kira, blue eyes shimmer, and scarred cheeks scrunching as he smiled. 

"Mommy, mommy, can I-" The boy stopped as he saw the man standing in front of him. He was curious as to why he looked just like him, even began to ask. But the man before them was swept away by crowds of girls, asking about him and shooing the waitress off from his presence. 

Kira didn't even protest, she just grabbed her son's hand and left the aisle, after grabbing the kool-aid jammers she had came for. 

Menma finally broke away from the girls, looking around frantically. Kira and the little boy were nowhere to be found. He searched all over the store but found nothing. Sighing, he purchased the things he had came for and returned home, to his mansion to prepare dinner for his guest tonight. 

But he couldn't get that little boy out of his head. He.. He looked just like Menma in every way, just had his mother's nose. While he was chopping up vegetables to go with his steak, garnished with sweet balsamic-roasted cherry tomatoes, the door bell rang. He of course, sent a maid to answer it and his expression dropped when he heard it was the woman he was supposed to be meeting that night.

"Alright." He washed off his hands. and went to greet the woman.