Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Bachelor Life or Marriage ❯ 33 ( Chapter 33 )

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Day 11: Talk and Okonomiyaki
Chapter 33

Disclaimer: Battling it out for Naruto is so much hard work. I put the creator and myself in a Battle Royale scenario. In the end, we would have went against each other and by then we would be so tired we would dropped dead in the game. But I would've won cause I fell last. Too bad it wasn't real.

Eleventh day. Thursday.
(12:43 pm)
“Man I'm starving. Make me lunch Yuri!” Niaka drum rolled on the table.
Yuri scoffed, “I ain't damn your slave. Make it yourself.”
“Who slept in whose house now?”
“Hey, I didn't exactly sleep here. It doesn't count; we've been awake since sunrise. I don't owe you jack. Crack.”
Stomachs rumbled. They both stared at each other until Niaka shot another picture of Yuri. Yuri sighed and got up.
“Fine, I'll make something.”
Niaka put her sign for victory up and cherry blossoms came falling down. A string was plucked from some Japanese instrument. Hmm, there were no cherry blossoms in Niaka's backyard. She probably threw them up in the air to look cooler.
“I'll just head into the darkroom so I can see these pictures I took,” Niaka frolicked down the hall.
“I thought Jakatta said she was lazy too,” Yuri said and went to make something.
/-/-/ Bridge /-/-/
(12:56 pm)
“Where is Kaka-sensei? He wasn't this late,” Naruto stretched.
“Maybe it was Yuri-san that was getting him here somewhat on time,” Sakura.
“He's depressed,” Sasuke leaned back on the railing.
I made Sasuke speak again. Yippers. The two talk-a-lots looked Sasuke. Hearts appeared in Sakura's eyes.
`Sasuke-kun's so smart! Not like Naruto.'
“Sasuke-kun you're so right! Kaka-sensei fell for Yuri-san bad. That's why he didn't say a word when we were coming back to Konoha,” Sakura concluded.
“Hmm, I'll try the extra lemony spicy ramen today and then the spicy spicy udons tomorrow. Yep,” Naruto rubbed his stomach.
The other two stopped looking at him in exasperation.
`Dobe.'
/-/-/ In Bed /-/-/
(1:03 pm)
Kakashi took the pillow off his face to stare up at the ceiling.
`Wonder what Yuri's doing. I miss her already and it's only been half a day,' he groaned.
He rolled to his stomach and looked at the picture frame with Yuri. He didn't have Team 7's picture yet; he didn't know them that much yet. He sighed again. Thank Rui to blow up her picture for himself and Kakashi.
/We need to get up or they'll start yelling again/
`They always yell.'
/True. But Yuri would possibly yell too/
`If she was ever like Naruto yes.'
He did another heartfelt sigh with his thoughts overflowing with Yuri. Kakashi rolled off the bed and slithered to the bathroom. Only 48 more hours left.
/-/-/ Niaka's House /-/-/
(6:00 pm)
Slamming down on the table was a large bottle of…an alcoholic drink.
“Let's get this party started! Ho yeah!” Jakatta put four cups on the table.
“It's only a slumber party,” Yuri bemused.
“I don't think she was listening to that part when I called her on the phone,” Na-Na said.
Drinks went all around and time for some girl talk. Now all we need is some guys listening into the conversation.
“So,” Jakatta sipped on her sake, “Who's getting married first? Yuri or Niaka?”
Yuri choked on her drink and Niaka spurted out her tequila.
“What the hell are you talking about? No one's getting married, someone must be pretty high to say I'm getting married, don't know where you got that idea. I mean look at me, do you think I have time for a guy now that I'm raking up the bills. Anyways I have pretty high standards before I think about dating a guy,” Niaka quarreled.
“Yeah, what she said,” Yuri backed her up too.
“Okay then, then what are those `standards'?” Jakatta looked at Niaka.
Niaka growled at her, “Well, he doesn't have to know about fashion but knows what he likes. Two, he has to be different. Three, he has to protect me like as a bodyguard. Four, he wouldn't mind waiting hand and foot for me. And basically I would be the seme in the relationship.”
The other three women talked to each other.
“So she wants one wringed around her pinky,” Yuri commented.
“Like a dog,” Na-Na said.
“She couldn't be the seme, she can't even control her models to stay with her,” Jakatta said.
All three nodded. Niaka popped a vein.
“You weren't even listening!”
“Anyways what's Yuri's `high standards'?” Na-Na asked.
“Mine? I like the ones Niaka said.”
Niaka beamed, “See? At least someone understands me.”
“Yeah I would want to be the seme at the beginning just to test him you know if he could handle me. I want someone who knows that he doesn't have to fill up the silence with idle chatter. Just talk about anything and do nothing. I don't care about the fashion. Just want someone who understands,” Yuri put her head in her hand and sighed.
“Those aren't high standards. Those are impossible standards for a male to have. I know, I've met a lot of men in my life and I didn't see anyone exactly like my `high standards' list. Kami didn't make life as easy as making kool-aid here. Even if the guy doesn't fit the list, as long as you know you want him, you take him before anyone else snatches him away. There's always at least one good man for you and don't be looking at your standards list to see if he's the one. It's all in the heart or the soul that figures it out sooner or later. So here's a lesson to remember ladies, don't start thinking of the `What if he's…' question just do it,” Jakatta said with all-knowing like knowledge.
The three were silent and thought, `She must be drunk.'
“So then Yuri, who was that guy I saw that put his arm all over you at the show?”
“I thought you went to go to the after party,” Yuri's eyes slanted.
“I came back to tell Na-Na where the party was at. Then I saw you putting your arm through his as you took a picture. You had to pick the one with a mask. He's hot; too bad I'm not 23 years younger. I would've had him eating out of my hand by now,” Jakatta and Na-Na nodded.
“How do you know Jakatta? He wears that mask like 24/7,” Niaka asked.
“Oh I have seen men like him. You should know that when I was your age, geez that makes me sound really old, I used to be pimpin all the guys. You should've seen me in action! I was the best and didn't even have to use any jutsus or that sort. This body is all natural.”
“Good thing you're not 23 years younger then,” Yuri sipped her drink.
“I would be competition with all of you if I was,” she grinned.
“Quit bragging Jakatta. It's bad for your karma,” Na-Na.
“Sorry I don't believe in that crap. Just believe in destiny,” she took out a cig and lit it up.
“Same thing,” Niaka said.
“But I can't believe you Niaka, why him?” Jakatta said him with a snort.
“Nani?” she blinked.
“You're the one that requested that song to Maito Gai am I right?” she blew out some smoke.
Na-Na and Yuri choked, the caterpillar man, no freaking way! Niaka blushed.
“Why would I request anything on the radio? That's ridiculous you must've been high that night,” Niaka waved her hand.
“I thought I heard you say that one night that you liked Mojofly's `Even If' song.”
Niaka shook her head and her glasses fell off. She picked them back up again.
“So? That doesn't mean anything.”
“I heard that song too. It was requested to Maito Gai from some unknown person. Maybe I should hint at him that someone likes him. I think he'd go ecstatic,” Yuri grinned.
“Hell no! Don't do that,” Niaka panicked.
“Why are you panicking? I thought you said you didn't request anything on the radio,” Na-Na had a sly grin on her face.
Niaka started to sweat, “Um. Damn it. I don't have an excuse for that one,” her head dropped to the table.
“So you like Maito Gai so what? Yuri likes a one-eyed no face man at least you can see Gai's face,” Na-Na said.
“Now. How are we going to get that bumbling shiny man to notice our dark fashion-ella?” Jakatta asked.
“Do one of those stupid scenarios with two people meeting. It usually works. Like just happening to be at the same place looking at the same thing. Then one of them starts the conversation and boom. The romance has started,” Na-Na's eyes lit up with hearts.
Jakatta looked at the hearty eyed girl, “Don't pay attention to her. That's her fantasy that will never come true. I guess the only people who won't have a man is my poor Na-Na and I trained her since forever,” she sighed.
Na-Na glared at the older woman. Jakatta's face was tinting red now from too much drinks.
“Jakatta you don't even got a man!” Na-Na said back.
“I had enough men to last me a lifetime and then some. I married 5 guys already and they all died. Husband number one died and left me very happy. Number two was also rich and he died and left me happy. Hubby number three and four were the same. Hubby number four was a complete mistake. Took my damn money. When I see him, I'm going to beat the crap outta him,” Jakatta punched her fist.
“Anyways, I'm going out. Need some fresh air,” Yuri got up from her spot.
“Where you going?”
“Anywhere not here. I think I'm going to sleep somewhere else tonight. You three are too much for my intelligent mind,” Yuri grabbed her bag.
Jakatta threw an empty bottle at her head and scored. A lump was forming already as Yuri felt the back of her head.
“Intelligent mind, my ass. You should've dodge the bottle if you're so intelligent,” Niaka high-fived Jakatta.
“Damn you Jakatta. You should've been born a man,” she muttered.
Jakatta grinned, “I know. That's what my ma and pa were saying.”
“Yuri, don't forget to come back so I can start working on my next show,” Niaka said.
“Yeah. Yeah. See you when I see you,” Yuri waved and closed the door.
Yuri heard more scenarios from Na-Na while Jakatta was laughing at all of them.
“Now where shall I head to next?” she jumped onto the roof.
It was still early, only 7:15; she wandered around through alleyways and looked for a place to eat. Luckily by the time her stomach was growling, she found a small stand and she put her bag down to fill the last empty seat.
“Welcome! You're very lucky because tonight my going to cook my special okonomiyaki!” said the withered old, but cheery chef.
The other two people that occupied the other seats cheered. She looked at them; one that sat next to her was very large and had big spiky white hair and the one farthest from her was some man in a business suit. He pulled his tie out.
The big spiky one started to speak, “Well since this must be some kind of special occasion we must know everyone's name.”
/Weirdo. We don't need to do this/ Inner Yuri complained.
“I'm Jiao and I'll be cooking for you tonight,” Jiao the chef chuckled.
“Hamada,” the business suit said.
“I'm Jiraiya!” the bulky man next to Yuri shouted out.
He didn't need to shout. The guys were looking at her now waiting for her name.
“Yuri,” she said.
Jiraiya gasped, “I didn't know such a pretty lady was going to dine with us tonight!” he took a hold of Yuri's hand.
`Well I am sitting next to you. Must be part blind on his left eye or something,' Yuri thought.
Hamada looked at her too, he squinted at her, and “Aren't you that new model?” he said slowly.
Jiraiya looked at her again and smacked his forehead, “Why yes! I told myself she looked familiar. The Chrysanthemum collection right? We're lucky tonight guys, dining with a model. This is pretty grand.”
Yuri pulled her hand out of his, “Yeah. It was only a one time thing though.”
So Jiao made his special food, the three men talked, Yuri put in some of her two cents, and everything went smoothly. It was closing time for Jiao and Yuri didn't know she sat there for four hours talking. Hamada left with her autograph. Jiraiya looked at her again and looked at her bag.
“By the way of your bag looks, it looks like you need a place to stay,” he said.
“Um,” Yuri looked around; she really didn't want to go with this big old man.
“I can't.”
“Why? You need a place to stay. Jiao and I share a place to stay with an empty room. What's the harm in sleeping in a bed tonight?” he put his hand on her shoulder.
“For one thing, you're an old man that might be some kind of stalker slash rapist slash murderer. I can't take my chances with those things in mind.”
“I'm not any of those things! I may not be any of those things but I know I'm just an ero-senin!” he put his fist to his heart.
Oh no, Yuri turned around and started walking.
“I'm only telling the truth and we still need to wait for Jiao.”
“An ero-senin is even worse,” she turned around.
“On my words, I swear I will not do anything senin-like tonight,” he nodded.
She glared up at him and saw Jiao walking over to them. He didn't look like a pervert. If he doesn't mind sleeping in a house with a super pervert she can too.
“Okay then.”
“Great! Come one Jiao. We need to show Yuri her room where she can sleep tonight.”
Jiao beamed. Maybe he was super pervert too. She might not get any sleep with two ero-senins in the house.
/We'll kick their ass if they do anything/
`You're right.'
Yuri waited for Jiao to sleep and he did. She waited for Jiraiya to sleep and he didn't. He was in the kitchen writing on some notepad. She was not going to sleep until he did. Yuri sat down at the table. She didn't trust him too much.
“What'cha writing?”
“My next volume. It's going to be better than the last.”
“What's the title?”
“The Icha Icha series. You wouldn't know of it.”
Yuri pulled out her own book and put it on the table.
“You mean you wrote this?”
“Yes. I'm surprised you were a fan,” Jiraiya signed the cover.
“I didn't really want an autograph, but oh well. So! Can I help?” she always wanted to help someone right a book, it was written on her things to do list.
Jiraiya's eyes gleamed and looked thoughtfully at her.
“Well,” he rubbed his chin still looking at her, “I'm at the climax and need a…scene.”
“You mean a sex scene?” she grinned.
Jiraiya took hold of her hands again with tear-filled eyes, “You're the only one that understands me!”
“Let's get to it then. Which character is in it? Naomi or Pachinko?”
He smiled, “I shouldn't really give out all the details but since you're helping me write it. Both of them are dating the same guy but they don't know that yet. Shinosuke, the guy they're dating, is going to confront them both.”
“And instead of breaking up with one of them. They want to share him right?” she asked.
“Oh you're good. Okay let's start off here…”
/-/-/ Ichiraku, the ramen shop /-/-/
(6:59 am)
“Okay and then she pulls him to her. And then,” Yuri slurped up some noodles.
Jiraiya was scribbling it down quickly and nodded, “And then…?”
“Dang this is good. I should try making this,” Yuri stated.
“And then?” he said.
The two stayed up all night still doing the sex scene. Jiraiya should probably make this scene a chapter all by itself. This scene had more pages to fill up a chapter. Jiao left early to stock up his stand. They decided to work over this over some breakfast. They chose Ichiraku because it was close and opened early.
“Then Pachinko in ecstasy clawed his back or something like that,” she waved her hand to the waitress for the bill.
He scribbled some more, “Yes. Yes. I know how to turn that into a masterpiece! Okay, I think I've gotten enough inspiration just by looking at you. I can finish this,” he got up and started walking out.
`What? He just walks off and leaves me!'
/And leaves us the bill too. Ero-senin/ Inner Yuri grumbled.
She paid the bill and ran up to catch up to him. Yuri looked around.
`Damn him. I wanted to know when he's going to put it on the shelves,' she kicked up a piece of rock.
Yuri had her bag with her already. She looked back inside to see that she had spent 65 hours without seeing K-chan. Seven hours left to kill and she needed something else to do.
“I miss K-chan. Wonder what he's doing right now?”
/Probably starving himself/
`Maybe you're right,' she grinned.

I hate this chapter, took me forever. Thank you Alex for the idea. Thanks for reading. Trying to speed this up. I have 48 hours to finish this. Ja!