Chapter 5
Waking up the next morning I lay in my bed wondering why I was in my room mates room.
Then I remembered.
There were ninja in my house. Shinobi. Fictional characters, no longer fictional, that were injured and sleeping in my house.
I also recalled my panic attack from yesterday, grimacing at the memory. That had not been my best moment. Well now I had to be getting up. There were things to do, and I had to check on the 4 shinobi, making sure that they were all allright, that nothing had happened during the night.
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed I sat up, stretching my legs and arms out infront of me. 'well,' I thought 'time is a-wasting and time waits for no man, or in this case woman.'
Getting up I checked on sakura and sasuke in my bedroom before looking in on naruto and kakashi in the living room on the pull out couch. Then I went into the kitchen to start making breakfast, still in my pajamas.
I fried up a hearty breakfast, hungry since I hadn't had dinner the night before, too busy helping to patch up wounds to worry about food. And now I was paying for it, my stomach growling at me.
The scent of my fry up was wafting through the house while I danced to the songs on the radio, shimmying and shaking as I flipped an egg and checked on the hashbrowns.
I would later state that I did not squeak. I was a grown woman and I did not squeak like a mouse.
“What's that great smell?” I heard behind me.
Squeeling in surprise I turned around and saw Uzumaki Naruto standing in the doorway to the living room, rubbing the back of his neck.
I stared at him, he stared back.
“Eeeehhh?” I jumped as he pointed at me suddenly, “Who are you? And where am I? What happened?” at this point Naruto was looking around wildly, gesturing with his hands (his whole body really) and jumping about. “how did I get here? Where is here? What happened to the crazy lady? Was she defeated? Did Sasuke defeat her? Where is Sasuke? Where are Sakura and Kakashi? Did something happen to them? Did YOU do something? Where are they? Where are my friends? What have you done to them?”
Naruto took me by the arms, lifting me up till I was on my tippy-toes and shaking me while asking me the last question. “Well, Answer me? Where are my friends?”
“ah, well, umm,” I stuttered for a moment, still caught up in the whirlwind that was Naruto. “your friends are fine, they are all just in another room. And, umm, you're hurting me.”
“oh,” he let me go as if I was on fire, jumping back as I slumped down onto my heels. “sorry” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck again.
Then looking up at me (he was rather short and I was startled into the reminder that he was only 15, possible 16) he squinted his eyes in a suspicious look and started talking again in Japanese. “but how do I know you haven't done anything to them, huh? I don't know you, you could be anyone dattebayo.”
Exasperated by the constant jumping about and screaming in my face I tugged on his arm ( the one that wasn't all bandaged up) and pulled him with me into the living room.
“Every one of your friends is fine, how you didn't see Kakashi when you woke up is a mystery to me though. You were laying on the same bed.”
Seeing Hatake sleeping peacefully on the pull out couch he relaxed and in the quietest voice yet explained that he hadn't really been focusing on anything but the smell of the delicious food.
Food.
Both our stomachs rumbled and after a quick look in on Sakura and Sasuke we returned to the kitchen where the food was only just saved from burning.
Plating up the eggs and potatoes Naruto gave the food a odd look before digging into the fare.
Watching him eat was almost mesmerizing in it disgustingness. The orphaned teen would shovel food in by the spoonful constantly, wolfing it all down in seconds.
In moments Naruto was scraping the bottom of the plate and then he lifted his head up suddenly to stare at me, I jerked in startlement and he shot me the most pitiful look. I looked down at my (untouched) plate, and then I looked back up at Naruto's huge puppy dog eyes and shoved my plate in his direction.
He muttered his thanks with a quick, blinding smile, and went straight back to shoveling food into his mouth. I stared at him for a moment longer before shaking my head and getting up to make myself breakfast, again.
I was just starting to fry up some more fried potatoes (with real onion and garlic this time, hey I was having a very trying morning, I deserved it) when Naruto came bounding over with his plate.
“Just put it in the sink,” I told him. He did so before bouncing back to my side chattering away again.
“So that was nice, a little weird, but still nice. I think your a great cook. What are you cooking now? Is it the same stuff? Hey, do you have Ramen? I love Ramen, pork ramen, miso ramen, beef ramen.....” he continued talking about ramen to himself to my utter amazement, talking about the different types and how to properly cook them. It almost made me think he was a ramen chef the way he was going on about the cook times on the noodles, let alone the additives.
In amusement I went and got the one common staple of all college students.
An entire box of beef Top Ramen.
Naruto stopped talking when I brought out the box, but his eyes got huge and shiny and he screamed out so loud that I worried about waking up the other sleeping shinobi in the house.
“RAMEN!”
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45 minutes later:
I looked around the kitchen aghast at what I was seeing.
Naruto had somehow managed to get through what I had left in the box of top ramen, at least 20 packages of ramen noodles.
The kitchen was covered in strewn packets of spices, empty plastic wrappers, and dirty bowls. And now I would have to clean all of this up.
I turned to naruto to get him to help me and saw that he was once more passed out, this time on the kitchen table, snoring softly.