He took a fist full of snow from the earth and buried it into his face to awaken himself more. His face scrunching up with irritation, his eyes relaxed, palms red from cold, yet he was warm. His head ached, sleep had escaped him once again.
He rubbed his moist mouth and flipped his hood upon his messy hair. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and inhaled deeply that fresh cold winter air. His messy brown hair hung slightly in his eyes damp but not long enough to reach the bottom set of eyelashes.
The street was lit brightly by the sun reflecting off of the snow, buildings grey and motionless stared at each other. Trees slowly shed their pink flowers, like artists they brought life to the world in secrete ways. Like artists their masterpieces were either admired, ignored, or thought to be a nuisance.
The sky gray except for that patch of bright light grey where the sun struggled to get attention. Such days needed silence to be admired, and such days were necessary each year because it helps you realize that maybe the world isn't so bad after all.
Kiba walked along the wet street watching his feet thinking of seamlessly nothing, he strained his eyes and painful rubbed them with a cold hand. His house coming up close he sighed heavily not wanting expect anything from his house besides his warm bed.
The house was tinted yellow and the windows had frosted over. The light brown door slowly grew closer, he gripped the knob and twisted it open and pulled it open swiftly. The living room was slightly cluttered with couches covered in blankets and a fireplace smoked from what remained of the heat.
He looked to the kitchen and could see in the walk way a pink haired girl, arms crossed and hips ajar. Her expression showed un amusement, she brushed her nose with a delicate hand, looked down and walked towards him. "Kiba you better have a good excuse for making your mom worried enough to bring me out here on a cold day like this."
She wore a light green sweater lined with fur around the edges and gray sweatpants. Her hair was damp and in a ponytail. Kiba scratched the back of his head and looked away, "Well, not really a good reason, I just wanted to get out of the house for awhile."
"And you couldn't just call your mom?" He shrugged and bit his tongue. She pushed his face to the side to make him look her in the eyes. "Your eyes better be red because your tired and not because your high."
He chuckled a little, "Yeah I'm tired, so let me go to sleep?"
She rolled her eyes, "Can you stop doing this? I'm sick of your mom thinking I'm your keeper. Be responsible for once in your life?"
"I always thought you were my keeper too," he said it with a smart tone that she wasn't in the mood for and she groaned.
"Don't give me that attitude now, please, I'm gonna go home, if you want to talk call me later but it better be to apologize." She had been used to coming out to give some fabricated reason for Kiba not being home.
Their relationship was strong to the point their families had grown closely enough to where they celebrate holidays together. They had liked each other off and on since they were fourteen, when one liked the other, the other didn't feel the same way, they hadn't really liked each other at the same time.
Sakura treated him like a boyfriend sometimes when she'd hear about him hooking up with some girl, and he would do the same when he heard similar stories with her. She had gone as far as not talking to him for a few months because she had liked him a lot at the time when she heard about him making out with some girl at a party.
It was Kiba's turn to like her, and being as charming as he was he smiled and said, "So do I get a good bye kiss?"
She put her finger on her chin and looked up as if she were thinking and bluntly shook her head. He opened his arms for a hug and she willingly squeezed him, she whispered in his ear, "You starting to worry me too Kiba, if your not gonna call her, call me."
He let her go and she said a quiet bye. He walked past the living room and turned into a hallway, trying hard to silent pass her mothers room, the door to her mom's was to the left of him and his room was a bit more further and to the right. He attempted to quickly move past the door but she caught glimpse of him.
"Kiba! Get your ass in here now." He groaned and walked in.
"Geeze mom never heard you swear before," his sarcasm was heavy enough, if it had a smell, it'd be strong enough to notice right away.
She sprung up out of her bed and walked towards him angrily, "Where have you been? You've got me worried all week, you haven't been here since Sunday. Five days! Explain, now."
He flipped his hood back, "I've been at Shika's apartment mom, don't burst a blood vessel in your forehead."
She looked at his eyes with a concentrated look, "Have you been smoking their all day?"
"What if I was mom? I'm eighteen, I'm not a little kid." She clenched her teeth together and breathed heavily out her nose.
"If you want to live in this house you better be clean!"
"Alright, chill out mom I'm tired, I was up all night cause I was cold," he lied, he'd actually had been drinking all night with Shika and Naruto watching TV.
"Why can't you tell me? Sakura didn't even know where you were! Give me Shikamaru's number so I can call him if I don't know where you are, because apparently his place is where you live now."
He rested his face in his hands and dragged his palms down, "Mom, I'm going to bed, I'll call you for now on alright?"
She shook her head, "No more of this Kiba, I can't even count how many times you've done this."
He spun around and walked into his dimly lit room where Akamaru was nestled on his bed. Kiba took off his sweater and tossed it on his light colored dog. Akamaru opened his eyes, got up on all fours and stretched his back.
He hopped off the bed and walked over to Kiba with disappointment. "Sorry boy, I'll try to take you next time, you know how Shika doesn't like you in his place."
He slopped onto his bed and pulled a blanket over him. He thought about Sakura for awhile, he wanted something to be there, he wished he could go back and get her when he had the chance. It seemed to him he always ran out of luck when it came to her.
The happiest time he had with her was after she got home from a mission, tired and battered she came to Kiba's place even though she was in a tiring state. They talked the day away and lay on his bed. She rested her head on his chest and held him tightly to her.
After chatting up a storm, she had grown tired and fell asleep. In the morning when it was time to leave she gave him a peck on the cheek and smiled as she left the house.
Though years ago, he could always find comfort in those memories, something about her kept his heart warm, and something about her kept him wanting more.
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