As Ino entered the restaurant, Naruto heard two voices that he recognized well. Old man Ichiraku (the restaurant owner) was talking with his daughter (one of the waitresses in the shop). Naruto felt cold inside as he realized Ino really was going through with this. He admired how devious Ino was at torturing him but he knew he wasn't going to enjoy this torture at all.
Ino definitely didn’t visit the Ichiraku ramen shop as often as Naruto but she went there often enough that the owner knew who she was.
“Hi Ino, Chouji’s not with you today I see?” the owner said.
Chouji was usually the reason why she came there so much. He knew all the best food spots in Konoha and was always dragging his teammates with him to get food. Actually Ino was glad that her teamate was not with her today. It meant she might actually get to eat something.
“He and Shikamaru got sent on a mission without me.” Ino told him. “I guess I’m lucky enough to have the day off."
“What can I get you?” the old man asked.
Ino thought about it a bit. She knew this entire idea was probably bordering a little bit on cruel, but she couldn’t resist teasing her footslave a bit further. Smiling she ordered Naruto’s favorite dish.
“I’d like a large ramen bowl with everything in it.” Ino said as she tapped her toes against her insoles. She could only imagine the mental torture she was putting Naruto through.
Ino’s order made the shop owner think of his favorite spiky-haired customer.
“Have you seen Naruto today?” He asked Ino.
Ino bit her lip to suppress a smile. “Nope I haven’t seen him all day.” She said. “Why?”
“Well he said he was planning to come in for lunch today, but he never showed up,” The Owner said. “It’s strange…usually when he says he’ll be here…he’s always the first one in line when I open for lunch. I hope he’s ok.”
“Don’t worry too much about him. Naruto can take care of himself. I’m sure he’s around the village somewhere.” Ino said as she twisted her foot against the ground.
“You’re right” the owner nodded “I guess it’s his loss anyway…I was going to offer him a free bowl...Anyway I’ll get your order ready”
Naruto desperately wanted to scream that he was inside of Ino’s sandal. He couldn’t believe he was missing out on free ramen.
“Thanks,”Ino nodded to the owner. Getting Naruto to miss out on free meal hadn’t been a part of her plan and she was sure Naruto was really hating her right now. Unfortunately for him, Ino’s torture had just begun.
It took less than five minutes for the owner to prepare a bowl of his specialty noodle soup. When he was done, he placed a huge piping hot bowl in front of her.
“Wow it looks amazing” Ino announced slowly describing her meal for the ninja trapped inside her sandal. “I can’t believe how much meat and vegetables you packed into it and the noodles look nice and tender.”
Naruto would have given anything to see what the bowl of noodles looked like, but all he could see was Ino’s soles as they pressed against him.
Ino pushed his torture even further. She exaggeratedly inhaled the aroma of her soup. “Wow it smells great.” She told the owner.
The owner beamed. He liked being complimented on his work.
Naruto really wanted to smell the ramen dish but right now all he could smell was Ino’s foot odor. He really wasn’t liking this torture at all.
Smiling, Ino thought it was time to bring her torture to worst possible level. Slowly she brought the noodles to her mouth. “Mmmm! It tastes delicious!” Ino said.
That was too much for Naruto. He desperately wanted to taste his favorite dish but the only thing he was allowed to taste was the dirt and sweat from Ino’s feet. He began to mentally sob against Ino’s soles.
Ino slowly finished the bowl of noodles. She had a good idea of what was going on under her feet and knew she had done enough to mentally break her insoles down. She had told him she was going to treat him like an object and she had done it in the worst way possible: Using Naruto’s love of ramen against him.
As she finished eating, Ino felt a sense of accomplishment having physically and mentally tortured her insoles. She wondered what should she do next.
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