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One Last Bowl
1 reviewBefore Naruto leaves, he makes time for one last bowl. Naruto/Ramen, not to be taken seriously.
1Funny
He had to go.
Being separated like this tore him in two. He'd known this day would come. But so soon? There was barely enough time to say goodbye.
Just enough for one last bowl.
One last bowl.
Slowly, he brought the noodles up to his lips, caressing them with his tongue, trying to savor every bite. They were so soft, so smooth--
So delicious.
Hot, wet pleasure slid down his throat, and he couldn't stop himself from gasping. The people around him gave him strange looks, but he didn't care. For now, it was just him and Ramen.
He pulled the bowl close, drinking in its every sight, scent, taste (especially taste). Trying to memorize every inch of noodle, every vegetable, every drop of soup that went in to make Ramen the perfection it was.
It was gone. Naruto stared sadly down at the empty bowl. He gave it one last stroke--so beautifully warm!--and rose.
He began his long, desolate walk. It was as though all happiness had passed out of his life.
But as he was walking, he realized something. Ramen would always be beside him. Ramen would always be with him.
As long as he had Ramen, he could do anything.
FIN
Being separated like this tore him in two. He'd known this day would come. But so soon? There was barely enough time to say goodbye.
Just enough for one last bowl.
One last bowl.
Slowly, he brought the noodles up to his lips, caressing them with his tongue, trying to savor every bite. They were so soft, so smooth--
So delicious.
Hot, wet pleasure slid down his throat, and he couldn't stop himself from gasping. The people around him gave him strange looks, but he didn't care. For now, it was just him and Ramen.
He pulled the bowl close, drinking in its every sight, scent, taste (especially taste). Trying to memorize every inch of noodle, every vegetable, every drop of soup that went in to make Ramen the perfection it was.
It was gone. Naruto stared sadly down at the empty bowl. He gave it one last stroke--so beautifully warm!--and rose.
He began his long, desolate walk. It was as though all happiness had passed out of his life.
But as he was walking, he realized something. Ramen would always be beside him. Ramen would always be with him.
As long as he had Ramen, he could do anything.
FIN
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