It had been a long and hard day when a tired and clearly exhausted Sasuke opened the door of his house, let the heavy backpack slide to the ground and the door slammed shut. He let out a loud breath. The tiredness had covered him like a veil.
But it was an agonizing fact that kept him awake. Something unbearable that seemed to eat him up from within. Something like torture. And something whose desire could hardly be fulfilled at this late hour. Hunger.
Yes, Sasuke Uchiha was hungry and meanwhile he regretted not having accepted Kakashi's invitation for a portion of ramen. Of course, he would never have admitted that publicly, but it was the way it was.
With a growling stomach he moved his tired bones into the kitchen without turning on the lights in any of the rooms he crossed. It was even more violent when he turned the light switch in the kitchen. The brightness stung his eyes.It really hurt, really bad.
He padded barefoot through the kitchen. His feet protested because they had already endured a lot that day. The training had been long and hard, Kakashi hadn't spared her. Nevertheless, Sasuke bravely stood on his feet and so he reached the kitchen cupboard with aching foot. Sasuke rummaged through the compartments almost obsessively, but found nothing to eat except for a few packs of dried herbs, a can of prunes and a bottle of oil. Frustrated, he pushed the prunes back into the cupboard, put the oil back and pushed the can with the plums further into the compartment.
And then he heard it: a crackling sound.
Hardly audible for a normal person, but in Sasuke's ear the crackling echoed a thousandfold again. He took it courageously and brought out a small bag. He looked at the object in his hand in awe.
There she was.
The rescue from starvation.
Relief from his torments.A bag of pasta.
There weren't many noodles left in the bag, but it was enough for him. In any case, he wasn't going to die of hunger. He turned the object of his desire in his hand and his gaze much on a date. It hit him like a blow. The pasta had expired for over half a year.
That could only be another unfortunate sign of fate. But well now. Whining didn't help. Sasuke Uchiha was no ordinary boy. He was a ninja, and a pretty good one. He couldn't be squeamish about that. He would eat this pasta, no matter what!
Sasuke took a deep breath. He would now face the challenge of cooking, courageously enough. He grabbed a small saucepan safely and went to the sink. He filled the pot with cold water, staring with glassy eyes at the bubbling surface.
He wanted to go to bed, but he also wanted something to eat. And eating came first, because he had the uncertain feeling that if he just went to sleep now, he wouldn't wake up tomorrow.His eyes almost wanted to close on their own, but then the water passed the edge of the pot and the cold liquid wetted his warm hands.
So suddenly torn from his thoughts, he ran the pan into the sink and waved the water from his skin with his hands. Sasuke shook his head.
Do not fall asleep!
And so he put the pot on the stove.
Next he found some salt and sprinkled it in the water. Then he reached for the bag with the pasta. And then the unbelievable happened. The bag slipped through his damp hands and since his ability to react had suffered from tiredness, he was not even able to catch it. The noodles fell to the floor and with a rattle they rolled across the kitchen. Sasuke froze.
That couldn't be true. He literally died of hunger here and what happened? The only nutritious thing in his household had nothing better to do than test the livability of his floor.With quietly suppressed resentment, she picked up the noodles one by one and threw them into the pot with trained accuracy.
After what felt like half an hour (in reality only five minutes) he had removed all the noodles from the floor and straightened up. His back hurt. His muscles protested slowly and intensely and he put his hands on the edge of the stove and noticed that he had forgotten to turn on the stove because of the abundance of his intelligent actions.
He wasn't a born housewife, but he knew from experience that you only put pasta in the water when it was boiling.
Grumbling quietly, he took out a sieve and poured off the salty water, leaving only the pasta stuck together, but still hard, in the sieve.
Second try.
He confidently poured new water into the pot and sat on a chair. Now he would patiently wait for the water to settle down to do him the favor and boil it. His eyelids were heavy.He put his hands on his knees and waited.
And after an eternity he heard the deep rush of the boiling water. Inwardly he cheered with joy. He sprinkled salt into the water again and took the noodles. They fell into the water with a splash.
And now it was time again to prove your housewife intelligence. He wasn't stupid. No, it certainly wasn't.
He felt particularly clever when he reached for the oil bottle in the cupboard and poured some cooking oil on the boiling noodles. The clever Haussasuke had learned that noodles did not boil over if you poured some oil on the noodles.
Proud of himself, he looked at his cooking food.
In doing so, however, he had overlooked one tiny little thing: Of course, not overcooking only worked effectively if the temperature of the stove top was turned down beforehand.
But the boy still had no idea of ​​his mistake and padded happily into the hallway to fetch his backpack, which he had just thrown into the corner.In his mind he was already eating and the pain in his stomach seemed to double.
He put the heavy backpack on the kitchen table and with a click he opened the latches of his bag. He pulled out a couple of used shuriken and dropped them on the table. And then something on his ear.
The unbelievable.
The unbelievable.
What he had never believed in occurred at that moment, since he had already weighed himself in security.
A hiss.
An excruciatingly loud, unbearable hiss.
Sasuke's alarm bells rang and he mentally declared an absolute state of emergency. He spun around and rushed towards the stove in a panic.
The water splashed over the edge of the pot and Sasuke tore the pot from the stove with a jerky movement. And then chemistry did its job again and a huge flame shot from the stove. Out of sheer shock, Sasuke threw the pan into the sink with a clatter and stared at the place where a fire had just shot up.He couldn't move. That was a shock to him. Did that mean the end of his long-awaited meal?
Slowly he turned his head towards the sink, not sure if he really wanted to see what was in there. But he just couldn't look away. The certainty was too devastating. Doubtfully he poked one of the noodles on his fork. But he found that the noodles were still far from their edible consistency.
He turned the stove on again, but the red luminous dots on the front did not react. The stove was broken. Or is it not?
But he saw another chance. Maybe fate meant it well with him only once and the fuse had just popped open. You never knew.
Determined and quietly imploring Heaven and Hell, he ran down the hall. Now only his instincts were at work. It was all about survival.
His bare feet clapped on the bare floorboard and finally he slid to a stop in front of a door in the middle of the courtyard of the Uchiha estate.With trembling hands he pressed the handle and he yanked the door open.
There he was: white and tall.
The fuse box. Sasuke ventured further forward, tense as a speed bow.
And it came as it had to come. He felt as if his skull had been split open.
He had stepped right on a gardening tool lying on the ground and the handle had been whipped up fatally and slammed against his forehead.
Sasuke uttered a thousand curses against himself. Why the hell didn't he wear his headband when he needed it?
With a throbbing forehead, he straightened up again and stumbled toward the security box. A scrutinizing look told him that the fuses were all there, where they belonged and Sasuke mentally lost the ground under his feet. What to do?
The stove was broken! What should he do?
He would starve to death.
And then, all of a sudden, Sasuke's brain showed that it was still working properly. Because the blow had an undoubtedly positive effect: He was able to think more clearly and more straightforwardly.There was also the second kitchen, which was in the other half of the huge property. Motivated again and full of hope, he ran back into the kitchen and just grabbed the pot with the half-cooked noodles. He quickly poured out the contents, filled the vessel again with water and salt, took the sieve with the noodles and sprinted through the huge house until he finally reached the second kitchen. Breathing heavily, he turned on the light. Without paying much attention to the surroundings, he stumbled awkwardly towards the stove and slammed the saucepan with the salt water onto the stove. His ghosts prayed that the stove would work and indeed: The light glowed scarlet red when Sasuke turned the knob on the front of the stove.
After an unimaginably long time, the liquid in the pot began to boil and Sasuke overturned the sieve over the pot, so that the noodles splashed into the water. He breathed. He did it.
But then something occurred to him. Once again, all the fun shouldn't boil over for him.But where was the oil? He had forgotten the oil.
With all the strength and speed he could muster at such a late hour, he literally raced back into the first kitchen.
Well, take it easy, Sasuke. Think about it! Where did you put the oil? He wanted to think and leaned on the stove, as he always did. What he hadn't considered: Of course the red light on the front of the stove was off because it was broken after all, but that didn't mean that the stove was not still hot.
With a cry of surprise and a stabbing pain in his hand that rekindled his spirits, he jumped back and looked at