An Unfortunate End [P]

Yoru had just left the hospital. he had done all his paper work for day and checked all the paitents he needed to. It was just around dinner time and he was hungry. He put his hand on his stomach and felt it rumble with anticipation for some food. Then a flash went through his mind, he looked at the clock in his office, it was 7:13..."Crap!, im late." Yoru said. He had a meeting with his friend Jiro a fellow ninja in konoha. They were to meet in the ramen shop at 7:00 and Yoru hated to be late. He took of his white doctors coat and hung it quickly over his chair. He grabbed his black jacket out of the closet and ran out through the hospital into the street. It was just turning to night, the sun dipped down underneath the beauty of the hokage mountain like a spotlight on stage. It was truely beautiful " If this is the last thing i see on earth i am truely lucky," he said to himself quietly not knowing what was actually going to happen. He then quickly ran through the busy streets of Konoha, dashing to the ramen stall. It was still busy even at this time of night, the street lamps lighting the streets with many colours. He rushed inside and saw Jiro sitting at the Table near the bar. Yoru felt bad, but he knew that Jiro would forgive him. He sat next to him at the table slipping his feet underneath the wooden stool. "hello stranger, sorry im late." Yoru said with a sincere voice, "the ramen is on me."

Jiro watched Yoru walk up with easy going attention one hand placing down the cup of tea before him. As usual his expression barely changed, except for battle and sacrifices Jiro wasn't the emotional type but this didn't mean he was devoid. Nodding with a head he proffered a nearby menu and replied:

"Well better late then never I suppose but when free ramens offered one can't be inclined to think you should arrive late more often. Mine will be one shrimp ramen and one pork with all the trimmings"

He was about to continue when the generic confidence Jiro exuded took a stumble and he became even paler then usual before quickly reaching for an overly large newspaper to hide behind. In the distance a gaggle of girls walked past returning after a late afternoon shopping talking about a certain boy they like. Jiro was just glad his beet red expression was hidden by the wall of paper and waited for Yoru to get the food in and hoped he wouldn't comment again. He had that annoying habit to remind him about the inciddent where he had practically jumped out of a skin when one had asked him out and Jashin knows he didn’t any more comments on being as jumpy as a bloody rabbit around girls a foot shorter then him

Yoru jumped up and ordered the ramen for both himself and Jiro "Two shrimp ramen and one pork with all the trimmings." he sat down next to Jiro, his head hdding behind the news paper. Yoru turned around and looked at the group of girls walking past laughing in a big bunch together. He then looked back at Jiro "Wow, look at them eh Jiro," he pulled down the news paper to see his face, which went red on contact..."Hahaha, always the same Jiro aren't we!" As Yoru gave him a big slap on the back. The ramen girl yelled out and pushed the two bowls of ramen down to both Jiro and Yoru. He was so hungry and snapped his chop-sticks with force to dig into his meal. The smell wofted through his nose up to brain, his senses were tingling at the thought of eating this delicious meal. His mouth tingled with anticipation turning sour and full of saliva for a split second. He rushed the food down his throat with force the hunger taking over his body. He finished his mouthful and turned to Jiro who was also eating...but suddenly he didn't feel to good, he had rushed the food to much down his throat as the shrimp stayed lodged down in his throat. He felt his face go red and the air getting trapped from his lungs, it was like a biting chill going over him he didn't have time to react in time. he tried to cough but he couldn't the shrimp lodging itself too deep. He fell off his chair onto the ground unable to breath, he was going dizzy, he needed help. His eyes started to go blurry as a figure...Jiro stood over him. he tried to whisper help but the words wouldn't come out! Was this the end he thought to himself, as he slipped in and out of consciousness, dying by ramen?

Jiro looked at Yoru with morbid curiosity still not quite believing his eyes. He had of it of course and doubtless there were idiot’s stupid enough to actually die from eating shrimp ramen but a highly trained Nin didn’t really come to mind as the usual victims of shrimp ala throat. The sight was made all the more curious as Yoru in one his wilder flailing had managed to knock the table and now his bowl of ramen had skidded off and landed of all places on his head. The bowl was dislodged moments later leaving the Jounin looking like he was sporting a greasy noodle wig, an edible noodle mop top shining in the Konoha sunlight. The usual placid Jiro blinked a few times before ignoring the rather unusual addition and reached down to help the dying man. Flickering between bouts of consciousness Yoru seemed to be on deaths door. He tried a few hardened smacks on the back hoping it might dislodge the crafty intruder from his associates throat but to no avail and was he supposed to be turning that a rather unusual shade of purple?

Yoru even in his dying moments felt like a fool. He saw falshes of Jiros face over his body trying to help but it seems allwas lost. he knew what was going to happen he was a medical nin after all. He was happy that he saw the neautiful sunset before he died...this would be the end. Yoru felt the blood rush from his face and he slowly lost consciousness for good.

[Topic Ended]
[resulting in Yoru Hikari's death ^^]