I had this story (or more like chapter) in mind, and I really wanted to write it, so here you are. I'm not really sure how this story is going to continue though (except for some parts), so the updates will probably not be very frequent. However, when I'm not busy with school, almost the only thing I do is writing. Therefore, I hope the next chapter will be up in not too long!

PS. If you spot any grammar mistakes or spelling errors, please let me know!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sakura, Kiba or Tsume.

The Name Sakura Haruno

Chapter 1: Trouble With Names

Kiba was yet again stuck with the most annoying girl in the world. The girl who called him Kibs, which was a nickname he hated even more than her screeching voice.

"Kibs, what am I going to do?" the girl shrieked. "He wants to break up with me! Can you believe that? We are perfect for each other!" Kiba rolled his eyes, but made it go unnoticed by the girl.

"Yuki, forget that loser," he said in an attempt to cheer her up. That, or make her go away. Yuki shook her head.

"I can't! We, we, we-" she couldn't say anything more before she hid her face in her palms, and sobbed. "I'm going to be all alone now! I'm going to be the loser with no boyfriend!" More sobbing. "I'm going to be like you! All alone!" she cried. He could feel his eyebrow twitch. That girl really had some nerve. It wasn't like he wanted anybody either! The sobbing started to quiet down. After drying her tears with the ends of her sleeves, she sniffled a few times before she completely went silent. Kiba was not so sure he liked that silence.

"Hey, we can date!" she exclaimed while clapping her hands together like that was the best idea ever. Fear crossed Kiba's face. This was really bad. Really bad indeed.

"Don't you think you're giving up too soon? I mean, you two were perfect for each other!" Kiba said perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. Yuki looked at him in confusion.

"But didn't you just say I should forget that loser?" she asked.

"I did?"

Yuki nodded. "You did."

"You know you shouldn't listen to me! You like him, right?" Kiba asked.

"Yes."

"You want to fight for him, right?"

"Yes."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go get him, girl!" Yuki seemed to carefully think over his advice. She suddenly clasped her hands together again, which made Kiba slightly jump.

"You're right! I should fight for him! Thanks, Kibs!" The shriek-voiced girl ran out the door after giving him a short wave. Kiba grinned in satisfaction. Smooth, Kiba. He was definitely a genius.

The next day, Kiba saw Yuki at a park. He contemplated on turning away before she noticed him, however, it was already too late. Yuki waved at him. With hesitation, he waved back.

"How did it go?" Kiba was about to walk up to Yuki, but completely stopped when he saw the dejected look on her face. She continued walking though, and hugged him.

"He said he really meant it when he said it was over." Kiba grimaced, and petted her head in an awkward way.

"There, there. The sea is full of fish, or something," he said. His attempt on comforting her was rather laughable. Yuki let go of him, and took two steps away from him. The look on her face unsettled him.

"So, how about we two get together?" she said with a playful wink. Kiba immediately felt every bone in his body freeze. No, no, no. This was not what he wanted. He was supposed to get away from her, not date her. Not to be stuck with her forever. 'Cause that was the type she was. The clinging, annoying type.

"We cant," Kiba quickly said. Yuki pouted.

"Why?" she said sadly.

"Because," Kiba said, trying to come up with something. "Because I already have a girlfriend." His face lit up while he said this. Man, he was a genius. "That's right, I have a girlfriend!" he repeated. Yuki's eyes looked doubtfully at him.

"What's her name?" she asked. Great, Kiba was again in trouble. He sucked at coming up with names. Just when he tried to figure out the name of his "girlfriend", a lady, who was speaking in her cell phone, walked by.

"Yes, that's right. Oh, and remember: send it to Sakura Haruno, OK? Sakura Haruno," she said. A light bulb lit in Kiba's head.

"Her name is Sakura Haruno," he said to Yuki.

"Yes?" The lady with the cell phone turned to look at whoever called her name. Kiba's eyes closed in annoyance. A new problem arose. However, also a new idea. With a big smile on his face, he turned around to this 'Sakura Haruno'.

"What a coincidence! What are you doing here, babe?" He walked up to the lady, and kissed her cheek. Sakura Haruno stood astonished. Did a random guy just call her babe and kiss her cheek? Who was this guy that deserved to get his balls crushed? Sakura lifted her head to look at his face.

"Excuse me? Who are-" The rest of her sentence was interrupted when Kiba put his arm around her shoulder. Sakura froze.

"This is my girlfriend, Sakura. Sakura, this is Yuki," Kiba said, and pointed at the now teary girl before him. Yuki was just seconds away from bursting into tears.

"So you do have a girlfriend," she said with a shaky voice. "I won't bother you anymore. Good bye!" Yuki hurriedly walked away. Kiba let go of the Sakura, who was now fuming, and sighed in relief.

"Man, that was a close one," he mumbled. He closed his eyes, since he felt he could finally relax.

"A close one? You're close to getting your balls crushed, I tell you," a sharp voice from beside him said. Kiba's eyes abruptly opened again. That's right, he had to deal with the pink-haired girl next to him now.

"I'm so sorry for… UGH!" Kiba couldn't say any more after being hit hard in the stomach.

"Count yourself as lucky for not being hit further down!" Sakura screamed at him. "How dare you? I'm calling the police!" She quickly dialled the police's number, however, Kiba managed to snatch her cell phone away before she got to talk to the police. With pleading eyes, Kiba tried to persuade Sakura into rethinking calling him in. She looked at him with furious eyes, but in the end she agreed she wouldn't.

"However, if you ever see me again, you better run!" she threatened before she left him there. Finally, Kiba could feel completely relieved. He managed slipping away from the claws of two girls. Man, he really was a genius. Content with himself, he thought he should treat himself to a good meal. Which meant he coincidentally visited his scary mother at the time she had dinner.

"Mom, it's Kiba!" he yelled as he closed the door of his old home. Kiba had already moved out at the age of 16. His mom's anger scared him out just like it had done with his dad. Now he was already 22 years old, and studied to become a vet. Every single time he visited his mom, she told him how unbelievable she thought it was that her useless son actually got in. Way to be a loving mother. As he entered the kitchen, he was met by a wonderful smell, a huge dog and the annoyed look of his mother.

"Oh, so the beggar is here," his mother, Tsume, said. Kiba had a sheepish grin plastered on his face. He gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, before he sat down on a kitchen chair and petted Kuromaru.

"Smells good, ma," he said. Tsume snorted. She had told him time and time again to learn how to cook for himself, but he would either buy take away or crawl home to his mother. Today though, she didn't mind that he came. When dinner was at the table and they ate, Tsume decided it was time to confront her son.

"So Kiba, do you date anyone at the moment?" she nonchalantly asked. Her thoughts behind asking it though, was not so innocent. Kiba abruptly stopped eating, and an un-chewed piece of meat lay in his gaping mouth. His mother would not ask such a question without having other thoughts behind it. That was something he had learned throughout his childhood. Slowly he started chewing his food again, but he didn't answer his mother.

"So?" she asked impatiently. Having already chosen to ignore the question, he quickly ate up his food to get out of the house fast. However, he didn't even get as far as to getting up from his chair before she talked again.

"Answer me!" she demanded. Kiba gulped nervously. He never held a chance against her when she used that tone.

"W-why do you ask?"

"Of course I want to know if my son dates anyone. I want to meet her if you do."

"Mom, I'm only 22. There's no rush," he said.

"You mean you're already 22. Don't tell me you can't even get a girlfriend?" Tsume knew perfectly well how easy it was to agitate her son. He was almost as short-tempered as her.

"Will you stop looking down at me?" he yelled.

"Relax. If you can't get a girlfriend, I'll set you up with someone. My friend at work actually has a really cute daughter. She's kind, well-mannered, and," she leaned over the table as if she knew something really good, "she can cook." Kiba groaned. He really didn't care about her cooking skills, and he was absolutely not interested in being set up with someone.

"I even told my friend that you'll go to dinner tomorrow-"

"I have a girlfriend!" Kiba loudly exclaimed. First, Tsume looked shocked at him, but then she grinned.

"Great, what's her name?" she asked. Oh, great. He was in that situation again.

"Sakura Haruno," he answered before thinking. Kiba had never wanted to slit his own throat, but right now he really did.

"Sakura, huh? That's a cute name," his mother said. Her son could only nod. If someone would tell him this was all a dream, he would serve that person forever. "Invite her over," Tsume then told him. He looked panicky at her. No, no, NO.

"Mom, I don't think that's a good idea."

"This Saturday," was all his mother said before she rose from her chair to clean the dishes.

"That's in two days! You can't expect her to come at such short notice. Please, ma," he pleaded. Tsume, however, had no mercy. Well then. Time to find this Sakura Haruno again. The same girl that wanted to crush his balls.

"Great," he mumbled, and banged his head in the table multiple times.

To be continued.