Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Best Friend: Best Love ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

“Waiter!”
Silence.
“WAITER!R 21;
“Yes?”
“Where’s my check?”
“…” What should I say? That I’m the only person working while everyone else ditched?
“Coming right away sir!” I responded cheerily. I wanna slap him so badly.
Suddenly the door opens and in flies Zina!
“Sorry,” she gasped out while clutching her side. “I got held up.”
“You better change before boss sees you,” I said, taking the check to the impatient man.
“About time,” he snarled angrily, threw some money down and left.
I looked down and saw that he didn’t even leave a tip; that bastard.
“Okay, here I am, what should I do?” Zina asked while coming out the back door.
“Well, you’re gonna stay late, that’s for sure,” I smirked in her direction.
“…WHAT?! I had a good reason for being late!” Zina yelled from across the bar.
By this time, the bar had emptied out and it was just the two of us, but as guys walked by, they stared at us with stares I don’t even want to describe. I threw them the dirtiest look I could come up with and when they had left, I looked down at my uniform with some disgust. It consisted of a black miniskirt, a white oxford shirt with a deep neck, and a black tie.
Zina is my best and only friend. She’s not a ninja like me, but she understands me completely because she went through the same thing I did: her parents abandoned her for who she was as well (her parents wanted a boy and not a girl).
My story, in short, is about a bloodline trait that skipped their generation. They were jealous, end of story. But anyways, I also work for the Anbu and I am a Jonin ranked ninja of the village of Konoha. This bar job I have though, I got on the side; a ninja’s salary isn’t exactly the best. My boss knows I’m a ninja, but he doesn’t want me to advertise it; it would scare away customers.
“Ami, come on! We’re getting busy again!” Zina interrupted my thoughts. “Are you thinking about the past again? You shouldn’t dwell on it too much; live in the present and look to the future.”
“You’re right, “ I sighed.
“Hey look,” Zina smiled and pointed at two men who had just walked in. “I think they’re pretty cute.”
I looked at who Zina was pointing to, and observed; they wore black robes with red clouds. They looked oddly familiar. One was literally a big blue fish, and the other was a pale young man with long black hair.
“Hmm…which one is hotter do you think?” I asked Zina absentmindedly, and then turned around to hear her answer, only to find her gone! I looked around and found her at the bar, serving a boatload of people who appeared out of nowhere.
“Waitress…” the blue fish man motioned me over.
“Hello boys! What can I start you out with for tonight?” I asked with a smile.
“Just water for now, thank you,” Blue Fish responded. “I just have one more question…”
“Yes?”
“Who’s the other waitress?”
I smiled mischievously, “Her name is Zina. Want her number?”
As Blue Fish turned bright red, (which I did not think was possible) his friend spoke with a cold, hard voice, “Kisame, we don’t have time for games. You know why we are here.”
His voice was utterly void of any and all emotion, and sent chills down my spine, but I spoke up anyways, “Alrighty, two waters coming right up.”
I hurried over to the bar and grabbed two cups. As I was filling them up, Zina walked over eagerly, “So what did they say?”
The eager look on her face gave her away; I looked at her in horror. “You really like them?!”
She gave me her famous puppy dog eyes, and I caved in.
“Alright alright,” I said hastily. “Fishboy likes you. His name is Kisame.”
Zina turned bright red, and I turned around to take the water they ordered to them, but they had vanished. All that was left on the table was a hefty tip. I was a bit bummed; Kisame’s partner was pretty cute.
The rest of the shift went by very quickly; nothing unusual happened, except the normal pick-up-lines and butt-grabbing. After we closed up, Zina came up to me in the back room, “Why the long face?”
I didn’t respond; I didn’t want to egg her on. She’s always trying me to double date with her, and I don’t like that…AT ALL.
“You miss the other guy don’t you?” Zina nudged me and winked slyly. “Deep voice, secretive demeanor, sexy hair; I think he was made for you!”
I just gave her my signature look and said, “Really? Dude, those guys were shady as hell. I don’t date shady guys.”
“I’ve known you for 20 years; I know what you’re thinking, when you think it,” Zina stated stoutly.
We walked home together; the two of us live next door to each other on the top floor of the tallest apartment building in the city. Before we parted ways, we bade each other good night. I promptly entered my apartment, locked my door and windows, and promptly fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.