paixaorpg | Foundation Day Festival: Food Tent

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Foundation Day Festival: Food Tent

Character(s): everyone in the food tent
Content: food, and lots of it.
Setting: Joco da Crianca Fairgrounds, food tent
Time: all day~
Warnings: Multithreaded posting format (please include time of day and sub-location in your comment's subject line)

The food tent is the second biggest structure at the fair, next to the Ferris wheel. It's a large white tent set up near the far end of the grounds. Inside, the majority of the tent is filled with long tables (with white plastic tablecloths) and benches for seating.

The food, along one side of the tent, is set up buffet-style. They have a wide variety of hot and cold dishes, and it's all good stuff, having been catered by Café Ersesat. It's always well-stocked, too, somehow; if they run out of anything, it's replenished within a few minutes. There is also a small bar, where alcoholic drinks and cocktails are available upon request to anyone who looks old enough.

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Itachi accepted the cinnamon roll from Naruto with a murmur of thanks. He looked it over before taking a bite, pleasantly surprised by how it tasted. If all of the food here was this good, then Itachi would be content to stay put.

"This is good," Itachi told Naruto with a smile before considering Naruto's question. "A smile. I was thinking about a smile...." It was a very strange thing, but there it was.

And Itachi still had the hope that, if he held onto that, other memories would come back to him.

Clearly Naruto was on the same line of thought as Itachi where the food was concerned, for the Jinchuuriki had already started gathering various foods into his arms. Hey, if one thing tasted good surely the rest would as well?

He paused while still in the action of leaning over the table and reaching out for a donut when Itachi spoke up and looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "A smile?" he questioned. Why would the Uchiha be thinking of a smile of all things? Especially when there was so much food around to consider.

Itachi was surprised by the sheer quantity of food that Naruto was bringing back. Did he seriously think he would be able to eat it all? The Uchiha was sure that he wouldn't be able to eat so much!

Flashes of other memories crossed Itachi's mind, coming and going as the first had. A young boy, much like him, piling more food than he could manage on his plate and insisting that he could eat it all. Dinner with a family... And laughter.

Itachi couldn't help smiling as the memories lingered longer than the one before. He couldn't recall the names, but that didn't matter so much. "Yeah. But I don't remember whose it was."

Naruto simply stuffed some food in his mouth before turning around and facing the Uchiha. Watching him with a bit of an puzzled expression as he suddenly smiled. Really, what was so amusing? Naruto glanced around for a moment and didn't spot anything that would warrant a smile.

When Itachi spoke the Jinchuuriki snapped his gaze back to him. So he was remembering a smile but couldn't remember whose it was, huh? ...Wait.
"You're remembering stuff!?" he beamed at the Uchiha.

Itachi nodded, watching as Naruto stuffed his face. "Bits and pieces. Things that don't make sense right now, but I am."

Itachi knew it to be a good thing, he really did, and Naruto's excitement was familiar. Again, he saw that black-haired boy, and he was smiling. The kid was excited about something, but Itachi didn't know what, or why.

"It's more confusing than not being able to remember," the Uchiha told him. "I don't know the people in them, don't know why they're doing what they're doing... And I want to know."

"It's still good you're remembering though," Naruto nodded enthusiastically. He could only imagine how confusing it must be to remember but at the same time....not remember. That's what it sounded like to him anyway. Surely there was something the Jinchuuriki could do? Then again he knew nothing of Itachi's past aside the clan massacre deal but that hadn't happened for Itachi so there was no way he would remember that.

"How about we play a word game?" He finally concluded after some thinking. "I say a word or a name and you'll tell me what you think of when you hear it."

Itachi smiled, though it was a rather hesitant smile. Maybe it was a good thing, but it was rather frustrating. Naruto had no idea how difficult it was to only half remember something, to see faces with no idea whose they were. He had a feeling that the kid was important, whoever he was, like a brother or something, but not knowing made it hard to figure out why he remembered these things.

"We could try," Itachi replied. "Maybe it'll help." At this point, he really didn't have much to lose whether or not it worked.

Naruto positively beamed at the reply he got. More than anything, he wanted to help Itachi regain his memories. He just hoped it would help at least a little bit. Sticking a bun of sorts in his mouth as he thought about what word to say first. It didn't take long and it was a fairly obvious one.

"Konoha," he said while taking a bite of the bun. After all Konoha was home. It was where both of them were born. One way or another you had to have strong ties with the village, whether positive or negative.

Itachi was glad that Naruto was happy, and had to wonder what kind of words the blonde ninja would throw at him. He just hoped that the words wouldn't be difficult, hard to recall...

"Konoha?" Itachi repeated questioningly, considering the word that Naruto had given him. Images of leaves came to mind first, and then a school and a monument... They were all things that should have been familiar to Itachi, but he had to wonder what their connection was. The images continued to flow--houses, a tower, a ramen stand, two large, imposing gates...

"It's a village?"

"It is," Naruto nodded eagerly. "It's our home village and it has Ichiraku ramen!" For a moment it looked like Naruto had gone off into dreamland. The thought of Ichiraku ramen was still something to water mouth at despite being surrounded by so much food already. He snapped himself out of it, this was no time to get homesick, and focused on the next word that would be important to Itachi.

"Uchiha?" Surely that was a name that should ring a few bells, right? There used to be an entire clan of Uchiha's.

"Our village?" Itachi repeated questioningly. He gave Naruto a puzzled look at the mention of Ichiraku, not certain what the restaurant was exactly, or what it looked like. Naruto seemed to enjoy the place, though, if the blond's expressions were any indication.

"Uchiha?" Itachi considered the new word. "That's Sasuke's family name, right?" ...which would make that his family name, if Naruto was right about his name and his relationship to Sasuke. The first thing to come to mind was a fan, done in red and white, and then red eyes decorated with black tomoe. And then, the memory seemed to, well, zoom out, and Itachi could recall the stern man those eyes belonged to.

"...Red eyes..."

"Yep, we're both from Konoha!" Naruto grinned, noticing the confusion when he mentioned Ichiraku and dutifully explained. "Ichiraku is a ramen stand, the best one in the world!"

Naruto nodded again, this time not showing any visible reaction to Sasuke's name. He simply waited for what Itachi would remember and once he did, he almost clapped his hands together in delight. Perhaps he would have if his arms weren't stuffed with food.

"You really ARE remembering! The red eyes are the Sharingan. It's the bloodline limit from your clan. Do you remember anything about the Sharingan? You can do it too."

Itachi watched Naruto, watched his expressions. It was almost amusing to see how he would be serious one moment and practically bouncing off the walls the next. It made the Uchiha wonder how someone could so frequently change their expression. Was it something learned, or something that just came naturally?

"The Sharingan..." The word was familiar, and Itachi pictured those red eyes again. In his memory, the eyes mutated, the tomoe shifting and changing shape. There was a single instant where everything took on a reddish hue before the flood gates opened and Itachi dropped the food he was holding. His whole world reeled as memory after memory flicked through his mind.

What Itachi needed right now, more than anything, was to sit down. The floor was as good a place as any.

Naruto's hopeful expression quickly turned into a concerned frown when Itachi suddenly dropped his food and sat down. Without a second thought the Jinchuuriki dropped all the food he was holding back on the table and knelt down in front of the Uchiha.

"Itachi, are you alright?" he said, carefully placing a hand on the other's shoulder. Perhaps the game hadn't been such a good idea after all or...?

Itachi closed his eyes, trying to maintain a fragile balance in his position on the floor. Typically, it was easy to be balanced with your ass on the floor, but with everything reeling and memory after memory assaulting his mind, the Uchiha wasn't so certain that there was anything easy about it.

"Naruto-san, can we leave?" Right now, he was pretty sure that he needed to lay down. That was not something that he could do in the tent. It just wouldn't be appropriate. Not for a shinobi of his status.

"Sure, of course," was the immediate reply. Itachi certainly didn't look well and it seemed as if he had a hard time just keeping balance despite the fact he was sitting. Not good at all. With practiced ease Naruto slipped an arm around him and stood up. For a moment he looked around to see if the path was clear and once it was, guided Itachi out of the tent and off the festival grounds all together.

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