Blue Shinobi

Konohagakure

All I've been able to think about for an hour is how much The Black Parade reminds me of Rin and Shiro. It's not a perfect fit, it's just sorta reminiscent.
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To say that I was happy would be an utter bullshit lie. I was stuck in a hospital bed, and worst of all, I could hear the groaning of all the stupid patients! The bed was scratchy, and it hurt my back! Even the nurses were annoying with their constant jibber-jabbering! Plus, at this rate they'll discover my tail. It's a wonder they haven't already.

I had been glaring up at the ceiling for a good five minutes, which was getting old, so I decided to get my ass up. Where was I, anyway? The hospital room was a blinding white, and the brief 10 second silence was deafening. The talking soon started up again, which was equally annoying in my opinion. Hopefully not somewhere near that weird forest. Who knew what healthcare ninjas had?

The door cracked open, a man with full black hair stepping in. "Ah! You're awake," the man said with a smile a bit too wide. Creepyass. "Need anything? Water might be good."

That man really was creepy, though. Fake, almost, like plastic wrapping. Weird analogy, but I don't care. "Sure," I said, hoping to hide my discomfort.

The doctor nodded. He turned to the sink and filled a cup, handing it to me. This water better be filtered... well, it tasted filtered, at least. That's good.

The doctor walked up to me, his flip-floppy-looking wood sandals clicked. It was a weird noise, and made me feel strange. It was like dog claws against hard wood.

He did some basic stuff, like check my blood pressure. The one problem was that I had no idea how he did it. He didn't use one of those machine things, and had pretty much just poked me a lot. Silly ninja warriors. He nodded his head. "You're free to go, Okumura-kun~"

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How the hell did the doctor know his name? Rin furrowed his brow, his blue eyes uncertain, but soon after loosened his shoulders. He must have said it to someone earlier. Or creepy ninja powers. That works too.

      Rin looked around. The place was strange, definitely not like Tokyo or any large cities. It looked like a bunch of really old buildings, to him. Even the clothes people wore looked old. He could almost imagine finding some of those clothes, creased and decrepit, spiders crawling around. Ew. It sounded like Amaimon...

He walked around for a little while longer, hoping to maybe get something to eat. He came across a little ramen booth. It looked small, but sometime those hole-in-the-wall restaurants are the best restaurants. After all, Rin didn't look like much of a chef himself, did he?

He approached the stand pulling out what money he had. He had ¥500. Should be enough. The man in the stall noticed the navy-haired kid, a quizzical look on his face. "Welcome to Konohagakure. New here?"

Rin nodded. "Yeah, don't know how I got here either. Are ya running this ramen booth? I'm starving!"

The old man laughed, walking back behind the counter. "You remind me of someone, you know. My name is Teuichi."

"I'm Rin," he said, sitting at a stool, next to a particularly loud blonde ramen slurped, who looked like he was enjoying it very much. "Can I have... a pork miso ramen?"

The man nodded. "Got the money? Too many dine and dashers these days, do you have to pay first."

Rin showed him the money, but the guy simply frowned. "I've never seen this currency. You really aren't from here."

Rin sighed. "Of course not... wait! What if I worked for it?"

Teuichi glanced at him, confused. "Making ramen is much harder than it seems, young man. Especially the noodles."

Rin shrugged. "I may not look it, but I'm a chef, ya hear?"

The grey-haired chef nodded, deciding to give him a chance.

Rin matched into the kitchen just as the blonde boy raised his hand obnoxiously. "1 miso ramen! Make it large, old man!"

His new boss handed Rin a piece of paper that only said, 'One miso pork.'

"First, you start by pulling out this dough-like mix-"the man was interrupted by Rin.

"I know how to do this, you don't have to coach me. Jeez, people here...." he muttered, continuing on about 'troublesome adults' and 'dumbasses.'

The man once again was unable to control the rebellious teen, and let him do his own thing. The ramen was finished quite quickly, which worried him. What if the young boy had made it poorly just to go faster?

He looked at the bowl, shocked beyond belief. In all honesty, it was some of the best ramen he had seen or smelled. He wasn't lying about being a chef.

Setting the bowl down in front of the blonde, he went back to the teen. "Say... you don't have any money, correct?"

Rin turned around. "...yeah?"

The gray-haired ramen cook grinned. "400 coins per hour. 7AM to 6 PM, be here."

Rin grinned back. He got a job, and it was something he was good at. Also, money. He needed to learn some stuff... 400 coins could be crap. Anyway, he thanked the man.

"A job, just what I needed," he muttered, leaving the booth.

"Woah, what did you put in that ramen, Old Man? That was awesome!" He heard the other boy yelling behind him, and he could imagine the foxy smile on his face. Good thing he had cooking skills, he didn't have much else going for him... He wondered for a brief moment. How were the other students back at home doing, were they ok? He didn't know, but he hoped to find out soon...

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Finally, some sort of update. I wrote this in an hour, are you proud?

.... cuz I am. See ya!