Naruto's jumper twin brother

"Long story short, we got our asses whooped, and to top it all off, we didn't even get food. I mean, come on! If you're going to get knocked down, at least throw me a slice of pizza or something! It's like the universe was saying, 'Not only are you losing, but I'm also taking away your dinner!' Absolutely ridiculous!" I grumbled while scrubbing the showers.

"Menma, what's a pizza?" Naruto asked, looking genuinely confused.

I took a breath, trying to find the right words to explain this culinary masterpiece. "Oh, it's this amazing food—made for the gods, especially after a rough day. You know, comfort food!"

His eyes lit up with curiosity, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. "That sounds lovely! Can we make one someday?"

I envisioned us in the kitchen, flour everywhere, probably resulting in a mini-disaster. "Definitely! We just need the right ingredients and maybe some practice. Trust me, it'll be worth it!"

*Growl*

I glanced at Naruto's stomach, which clearly wanted to join the pizza party too. As the older brother, I couldn't let my friendly idiot go to bed hungry, so I grabbed his hand and we stealthily made our way toward the caretaker's chambers.

"Naruto, stay here and let me know if you see anyone coming."

"Okay, I won't let you down!" He replied, determination written all over his face.

I tiptoed towards the room, the door creaking ominously as I opened it.

'I'm really regretting not convincing those Uchiha brats to buy us a meal,' I thought to myself.

As I carefully rummaged through the old lady's belongings, hoping for a late-night snack, I struck gold—a few coins! "Jackpot!" I whispered, excitement bubbling up inside me.

I quickly got out of the room and dragged Naruto out of the orphanage to spoil ourselves rotten.

We tiptoed along the shadowy edges of the street, ducking behind lampposts like we were in some kind of spy movie. The night was alive with sounds—distant laughter, a barking dog, and the rhythmic thump of what i persumed as . Our mission? To buy something edible without attracting the eyes of the crowds that hated our guts that roamed the brighter avenues.

As we crept along, naruto whispered, "I am sure in the future when i become hokage they will line up to gift us there food. Believe it"

I snorted, nearly losing my balance on the uneven pavement. 'Yeah, because nothing screams 'hokage' like a kid dying of hunger.

But then I saw it. A small pub was infront of us with the words 'Ichiraku Ramen'

I wasted no time to walk towards it with naruto tagging closely behind. Entering, I looked straight in the eyes of a man who looked like he was expecting us with a slight smirk on his face.

"Welcome to Ichiraku Ramen! We have a delicious selection of ramen and other dishes for you to enjoy. What would you like to order today, young men?" He said and his smirk growing wider.

"Food!" Naruto exclaimed, nearly choking in surprise, his eyes wide with delight. He was genuinely taken aback by the warm and friendly way the man was speaking to us.

I nudged him in the stomach and said, "I am deeply sorry about my brother's ill manners. What he meant to say is that we would like to buy your cheapest meal, sir." I felt a bit uneasy saying 'sir' since I was technically older than him, but respect is earned, and he had certainly earned it with his friendly demeanor.

"Don't mind it! My name is Teuchi Ichiraku, but you can call me Teuchi-sama. Say, what are your names?" he asked.

"I am Menma Uzumaki, and this is my brother Naruto," I replied. I noticed his smile grew softer after I mentioned our clan name.

"Such nice young lads! Don't worry, your meal is on the house today. Just order what you want," he said generously.

"Thank you, sir. You just made our night! We would like two of your largest servings and, if possible, a few instant ramen cups," I said. I wanted to make the most of this generous offer, as I knew I couldn't rely on the guy's sympathy forever, but I planned to take advantage of this opportunity while it lasted.

After our orders arrived, we expressed our gratitude and began making small talk, but I had to steer the conversation somewhere interesting.

"So, Naruto," I said, leaning in as if sharing a great secret, "if it came to a point where I had to either face death or flee from Konoha in the next couple of years, what would your response be?" I fixed my gaze on him, trying to decipher the mind of a kid who just figured out how to tie his shoelaces without help.

Naruto's eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought I saw the gears turning in that little head of his. Then, with a dramatic flair that only a three-year-old could muster, he shouted, "I would fight the bad guys and save you, of course! Like a ninja!"

I couldn't help but chuckle, imagining a miniature Naruto in a ninja headband, leaping into action like a warrior. "And what if they were really scary bad guys? Like... giant angry toads?"

He puffed out his chest, unbothered by my question. "Then I'd grab a bunch of ramen and throw it at them! They'd be so busy eating that they wouldn't notice me saving the day!"

I burst out laughing, pretending to be in awe of his genius plan. But then I remembered we couldn't stay here for the whole night. After grabbing the instant ramen cups we were gifted with, I waited for Naruto to finish his meal before we would leave.

"Teuchi-sama, thank you for the meal and everything, but we got to go," I said.

"Anytime, boys," he replied. I won't lie, the guy is cool.

As Naruto and I dashed through the shadows of the alleys, I couldn't help but chuckle at the wild imagination of my pint-sized companion. "Hey, Naruto," I called over my shoulder, "what if we really encountered those giant angry toads? I mean, do you think they'd be fans of instant ramen?"

Naruto looked up at me with wide, serious eyes. "Of course they would! But I'd have to challenge them to an eating contest first! That way, I can sneak past while they're busy stuffing their faces with noodles!"

I burst out laughing again. "You're right! Those toads wouldn't stand a chance against your ramen skills."

We continued our sprint, the cool night air carrying the echoes of our laughter. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so free and carefree. Maybe it was the ramen, or maybe it was the company, but at that moment, we were just two kids on an adventure, even if it was just running back to the orphanage.

As we reached the familiar doorway, I turned to him. "You know, if you ever become a ninja, I'll definitely make sure to be your sidekick. I'd totally have your back against those scary toads or any other bad guys."

Naruto grinned. "And I'd totally share my ramen with you, even when I'm super famous!"

"Deal!" I said, and as we entered the cold, uninviting space of the orphanage, I felt a sense of happiness that made the night a little less colder.

After that we sneaked back inside and slept.

'Oh shit, we didn't finish cleaning. Mehh I'll handle it early in the morning.'

POV: HATAKE KAKASHI ( ANBU CODE NAME HOUND)

POV: HATAKE KAKASHI (ANBU CODE NAME HOUND)

After returning to the ANBU, I was given the responsibility of watching over the twins. I understood how important it was for them to live their lives without disruption, so my mission was to remain in the background, quietly ensuring their safety while allowing them to enjoy their everyday moments.

They were in the pub master used to take us to after missions. I listened in to their conversation then menma said something that made my skin crawl.

I tilted my head as I overheard Menma's serious little question, wondering how a three-year-old could even comprehend the concepts of death and desertion. "If it came to a point where I had to either face death or flee from Konoha in the next couple of years, what would your response be?" he mused, punctuating his dramatic inquiry with wide, glimmering eyes.

I barely suppressed a laugh. Here they were, discussing life-and-death scenarios like they were debating which flavor of ramen was best. "Honestly, I'm still trying to figure out the best way to avoid broccoli at dinner, now am hearing kids talking about death" I wanted to yell out, but I refrained.

Suddenly, I was filled with a ridiculous image of them sneaking into ramen shops like tiny, adorable ninjas, just to avoid the dreaded vegetable. Who would've thought that strategic food planning would rival their serious discussions about running away?

In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder if they'd come to see me someday as the wise old ninja who had all the answers—or just as the guy who tried to banish broccoli from their lives. The weight of the world on their tiny shoulders couldn't overshadow how hilarious their little minds worked.

# Hey there thank you for reading and for those may be concerned about the slow pace of the fanfic .Well, am trying to build the world and characters and i hope you can bear with me. Leave a comment about the story so far and a review.