This is my very first attempt at doing something in third person. I'm pretty much the worst ever at it, but I wanted to give it a shot for some practice. I know it's short so it's not much practice, but ah well, read it anyway and decide whether you like it.

Please tell me if you think I should stick to first person. Meaning review. Please?

Trust me, I don't own 'Naruto', and as much as it pains me, I don't own Kiba and his little Kanky friend either. –huff–

-- The Smart Option --

Kiba's mind is very straightforward. He decides to do something, does it, then sits back and says "Shit, that wasn't such a great idea," while Shino and Hinata pick up the pieces. Its how it's always been and always will be, and everyone's okay with it.

Except Kiba.

Now, our Kiba is much smarter than most give him credit for, he just usually never realises the smart option until after he's gone and royally screwed up. Which is very unhelpful, as you can imagine. This is how Kiba ended up in his current situation.

He is leaning against a tree trunk, utterly spent and drenched to the bone, gripping the front of a very surprised Suna-nin's jacket.

"Shit, that wasn't such a great idea."

The smart option would have been to ignore the fact that his nose was screaming 'Lust!' at him and go on his merry way after a simple 'thank you'. The smart option would have been to ask.

"You're an odd one," Kankuro said.

Or give warning.

"Do you do that often?"

Maybe even stand up first.

"Or do you enjoy breaking people's necks before you devour their faces?"

Perhaps he should have punched him in the face.

He narrows his eyes. "Well you did it right back, so you can't -"

"You could have at least asked."

He knows. He scowls.

"Or given me some warning."

He knows that too. He scowls more.

"What about standing up?"

He hadn't thought of that either, clearly. The punch in the face is still looking like a viable option, and Kiba struggles really hard with the urge.

"Uh…" Surprisingly, he has nothing to say.

Kankuro sighs. "Does that mean I have to go to you?"

Wise for once, Kiba says nothing.

Kankuro kneels down and takes Kiba's face in his hands. "Now be a good dog and say 'thanks for saving my arse, Kankuro'."

"Thanks for saving my arse, Kankuro," he whispers, before his pride can refuse.

"It was a pleasure. I am going to kiss you now, Kiba."

He nods, gulping.

True to his word, Kankuro does exactly that, and Kiba forgets how to think to the point where he can't even remember if this was a good decision or a bad one. But he's used to not thinking too hard about things, so he doesn't dwell too long on the fact that Kankuro is thoroughly kissing the life out of him, and instead grips the other boy's shoulders.

Kankuro pulls away and grins down at Kiba's kicked-puppy expression from the loss of contact. It seems to grow into one of rare contemplation, however, as he closes his eyes, opens his mouth to speak, closes it, opens it, closes it again, and breaths deeply. He cracks open an eye to peer at Kankuro, highly embarrassed, who is smirking at him with his eyebrow raised.

"Okay, maybe that one was a great idea."

Kankuro nods and grins, tugging on Kiba's neck to bring him forward again.

Definitely a great idea.

So yeah, uh... Review, and tell me how I did, peeps. I'll loves ya forevs XD

And sorry if this has come out a little spastic, my computer's decided it's gonna have a tanty. Not my fault, as far as I know.

WY