15 x 15 - Naruto-Chouji
Title: Naruto-Chouji
Author: purplekitte
'Verse: Naruto
Claim: general series
Characters/Pairing: Ayame, Naruto/Chouji
Rating: PG
Warnings: mild language
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: Ayame the ramen shop girl handles finances.
Table/Prompt: Crimes table, theft
“Damn that Ero-sennin, stealing the rest of my money.” Naruto shook his frog purse upside-down more, just in case more than lint came out.
“Just pay us back next time, Naruto-kun,” Ayame said lightly. You could give credit to your regulars.
“Thanks, neesan. Put it on my tab. Or better yet, put it on Chouji’s tab. He’s the one who told the pervert where I was on my day off.”
A few months later, Chouji looked forlorn at putting down only half the money for his bill. He’d been suing those pills again; Ayame sniffed critically. She wasn’t going to regret serving him twice what he’d ordered. He’d eaten it all, after all.
“Put it on my tab. Or better yet, put it on Naruto’s tab. If he hadn’t messed up last mission and then gotten the Godaime mad at him, I’d have gotten full pay.”
Years later had Ayame the owner of Ichiraku Ramen and a direct line to their bank accounts. As each weary ninja wandered in after missions and ate like a bird, that is to say most of their body weight, every other week, it became normal to hear “Put it on Chouji’s tab” and “Put it on Naruto’s tab.”
They hadn’t been paying attention to the fact that being able to charge them on credit meant she knew they had a joint bank account. She waited for the day they’d tell her.
Author: purplekitte
'Verse: Naruto
Claim: general series
Characters/Pairing: Ayame, Naruto/Chouji
Rating: PG
Warnings: mild language
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Summary: Ayame the ramen shop girl handles finances.
Table/Prompt: Crimes table, theft
“Damn that Ero-sennin, stealing the rest of my money.” Naruto shook his frog purse upside-down more, just in case more than lint came out.
“Just pay us back next time, Naruto-kun,” Ayame said lightly. You could give credit to your regulars.
“Thanks, neesan. Put it on my tab. Or better yet, put it on Chouji’s tab. He’s the one who told the pervert where I was on my day off.”
A few months later, Chouji looked forlorn at putting down only half the money for his bill. He’d been suing those pills again; Ayame sniffed critically. She wasn’t going to regret serving him twice what he’d ordered. He’d eaten it all, after all.
“Put it on my tab. Or better yet, put it on Naruto’s tab. If he hadn’t messed up last mission and then gotten the Godaime mad at him, I’d have gotten full pay.”
Years later had Ayame the owner of Ichiraku Ramen and a direct line to their bank accounts. As each weary ninja wandered in after missions and ate like a bird, that is to say most of their body weight, every other week, it became normal to hear “Put it on Chouji’s tab” and “Put it on Naruto’s tab.”
They hadn’t been paying attention to the fact that being able to charge them on credit meant she knew they had a joint bank account. She waited for the day they’d tell her.