Chapter One: Troublesome

Kiba's Point-of-View

There are only two people in this world I know whose presence doesn't annoy me, not entirely anyway. My elder sister, Hana, and my best friend Shino Aburame who just so happens to be the complete opposite of me in every form and way excluding our year in high school, age, and sex.

Shino is too care free and always has some emotion plastered onto his face for everyone to read. It doesn't help he doesn't know how to shut his mouth, that way people would have less of an idea of what's going on in his head. I only ever speak when the time calls for me to. It annoys me so but I deal with it. It's too troublesome to complain about. Well, that's me: I think everyone and thing is annoying. I have to analyze my surroundings just before taking a step forward and I don't let other people know what I'm feeling or thinking. It's me but it's still too troublesome.

This morning I woke to the sound of that damn alarm clock. I lay in bed for a good five minutes before I turned it off. Hana slammed the door open right after I turned it off with a pissed look on her face.

"If you're not going to turn it off when it goes off in the morning don't bother setting it at night, Moron!" I looked at her and let out a sigh. Her brunette hair was rolled up in numerous curlers, a few were pretty loose from sleeping on them. I erected my body from its previous horizontal position and rested my feet on the cold, hardwood floor. We both stood/sat still in silence. Her face converted to its annoyed look to a sympathetic 'older sister concerned' look. "What's wrong, Kiba?"

She can read me easier than anyone being able to read Shino; she's the only person who can too. There was no reason for her to think I was upset though. That's what I thought anyways. My eyes were completely blank like usual, just glazed do to me just waking up. "Nothing," I said in my usual monotonous voice. I looked up at her with a yawn. "Why do you always assume something's wrong with me?"

"I don't always assume something's wrong with you. I only do that when I feel something's actually wrong. You didn't immediately call me troublesome when I barged in here so something's up," she sat next to me and wrapped her arm around my bare back trying to show me comfort. "Well, what's wrong?"

I again looked at her with apathy in my eyes, "Nothing is wrong." She forced my head onto her right shoulder despite my reluctance.

"Yes there is and you're not going to school until you tell me."

I picked my head up off of her shoulder, "God, you're so bothersome. No wonder I can't stand women."

Her head perked up as though she were Akamaru hearing a dog whistle, "What was that?"

"You are troublesome, all of you women are. I can't stand you." I stood up and searched my dirty room for a towel, my actions futile as I couldn't find one. She sat in silence. "I didn't hurt your feelings did I?" I said jokingly. I turned to look at her to see her head looking at the floor. A few of her curlers had fallen out do to her bent position. "Hana?" My voice didn't show much concern, just my dull voice.

"I know you always call me bothersome and troublesome and whatever but you've never specified all woman to be troublesome. I've always thought maybe just maybe you might be but I never said anything. For God's sake you're sixteen and haven't had a girlfriend." She looked at me with an unhappy smile that had an 'it's okay' type of feel to it. "You… are you gay, Kiba?"

I looked at her with an annoyed look. "If I say no what will you say?" I left my slightly chapped lips ajar. I cocked my head to the left waiting for her response.

"I'll say you're full of shit." She stood up. Her head barely reached my shoulders.

"And what if I say yes?" I exhaled angrily through my nostrils.

"I'll tell you that you should tell Shino how you feel." She left the room. "Hurry up and get dressed. I can't be late again to work and you can't be late to school either.

I watched her leave my room. We live in a two bedroom apartment that we pay with the life insurance fund my mom left us when she died in the car accident a year ago. I turned my head to look at a family photo that was taken three weeks before she left us. Hana is the exact image of our mother except she's more understanding than she was.

After a few minutes of aimlessly standing in the middle of my room, I sighed and halfheartedly walked down the hall to Hana's room and leaned on the entrance, "I'm not going to school today."

"So I was right?" She turned from the mirror to look at me. "You know I won't see you any differently." She gave me a genuine smile.

"I never answered your question so don't assume something like that you bothersome woman." I let her hear my agitation.

"Then tell me right now, Kiba. Are you gay?" She set down her eyeliner she was previously messing with.

I rolled my eyes and licked my lips, "Honestly?" She nodded roughly causing even more curlers to fall out. I glanced at the floor and back up to her eyes, "No."

She turned back to her mirror that was mounted on her dresser and continued putting makeup on, "You're full of shit."

"Troublesome…" I paused for a moment waiting for a response to my insult that was directed to her. She said nothing and just continued with her makeup. I was getting annoyed. "Fine! I am! Happy?" She continued with her makeup.

I, completely annoyed, leaned off of the wall and started for my bedroom, "Kiba!" I slowly went back to her room.

"What?" I said aggravated.

"You really should tell Shino you like him."

I rolled my eyes and continued my interrupted action of walking to my bedroom. "And that's why women are troublesome." I made sure she could hear me.

"And that's why you're gay!!" She shouted from her mirror jokingly.

A/N: I know that the personalities of the characters are off but I like Hana, Shikamaru doesn't have a sister, and I like Shikamaru's personality so I gave it to Kiba. Review I guess. Constructive criticism is good. :)

I do not own Naruto.