Tayuya was a short, angry, tomboy, slightly violent, woman, and she was his girlfriend. How their relationship started didn't really matter, neither one of them could say exactly how or why either, and they were happy that way. Well, happy was a relative term. But, most people were confused about why they were in a relationship.

"Shit! Dammit! Fuck! Jizz-scab!" the sound of pots and pans he didn't remember actually owning fell down in his kitchen no doubt assaulting his girlfriend. In a fight, she'd probably be able to kick their asses but this sounded like an ambush. "Shit-stain!"

Tayuya was stomping in his kitchen no doubt to the pleasure of his downstairs neighbor. Her straight off red hair that he loved so much was pulled back into a low ponytail that rested against her neck. She looked like a child throwing a tantrum that her toy broke with how she was glaring at the pots.

"You okay?" Her sharp glare was focused on him now, it had the opposite effect on him, she looked really cute when she was mad, which considering how she always looked mad was a good thing.

She pointed up toward the overhead cupboards that usually held the pots and pans he didn't know what to do with. "Why the fuck are our pots and pans so hi up? I can't reach them without fucking hurting myself!"

"Why do you want them? Do we have a leak somewhere?"

"The only thing leaking is your brain!" Her gaze softened the moment she said that, and she looked away from him a blush staining her cheeks. "Listen Lover-boy I wanted to try and cook food to see if we can have a budget that isn't solely devoted to Ichiruka ramen, so can you please make use of your giant body and grab me that pan?"

He did so with ease, he probably missed a really cute scene of her standing on the countertop to get it. "I'm not a giant you're just short."

"I'm not short! Everybody else is just to damn big!" She yanked the pan from her hand and placed it on the stove alone with several other ones from the ground.

"So what's wrong with Ichiruka?"

"It's expensive, the waitress flirts with you, either the stool is the shape of my ass or my ass is the shape of the stool," It'd be a sexy stool then. "And I'm tired of pissing ramen fluid, now unless you want to help me cook, which by the way I'll have a sharp knife, I suggest you be a good boyfriend and get out of the kitchen."

She blinked, the realization of her words dawning in her brown eyes. "But that's cause you're cooking tomorrow! I ain't no housewife Lover-boy you got that?"

"Got it Tayuya," Crap that meant he'd have to figure out how to cook soon. Oh well, she did have a point, last month they had to share their ramen bowls for a whole week because the water heater broke. "And Ayame isn't flirting with me."

She growled and began to push him out of the kitchen. "I said out!"

From the smell of things, Tayuya's domestic skills were about as great as her social skills. Crud, underdeveloped, blunt, and mildly toxic.

She made a simple curry and rice combo that actually looked edible, and the end product didn't smell too terribly, but that could just be the mountain of spices she dumped in it. A plate was all but shoved into his lap, spoon somehow stuck straight up in the air. "There, now no one can say I've never actually cooked you anything."

"Who said that?"

"Some jealous slut." Tayuya took her seat next to him, folding her legs and blowing on her food. She glared at him, waiting for him to eat. "Well, aren't you going to eat the meal your girlfriend slaved over a hot stove to make you for?"

"I'm waiting for it to growl at me." He took a spoonful and without any hesitation and with far more trust than he should have given to it plopped it into his mouth. It was, well, there was no easy way to put it. But it didn't make him want to vomit it back up. "Tastes great honey."

"Liar," Tayuya swallowed her own mouthful of the stuff. "It takes like ass." She ate another spoonful. "But it's cheap."

He certainly didn't love Tayuya for her cooking abilities.

AN: I wanted to do a slice of life story about two broke people. decided to make it Narutayu.