I Don't Know
I'd learned a long time ago that alcohol was no good for anyone. No good for me to be exact. It left me in a world of 'I don't knows'. Like the fact that I'm dancing to a song I don't know, with a girl I don't know. And for all the money in the world I wouldn't tell you her name… Well it's not that I won't, it's that I can't… because I don't know that either.
"Inuzuka Kiba!" She always knew how to find me. Maybe she had created some kind of telepathic link between the two of us, I don't know. But this theory was tarnished when Akamaru padded up beside her, his face painted with guilt. I heard him inside my head, 'Sorry Boss, I was worried too.' I scowled at them. Couldn't they just let me do what I wanted? I was, after all, no longer a child. She met my dirty look with one of her own but her forever blue eyes did nothing to hide the worry that showed.
I sighed and stumbled towards her. She had probably saved me from something I'd regret in the morning. "Hey Ino-hime. Akamaru." I was greeted with a swift smack upside the head but the pain quickly subsided when she threw her arms around me. "You had me worried sick." She mumbled as she traced the red, triangular tattoo on my left cheek with her lips.
"Let's go home." I nod and she takes my hand and she starts our venture home. With me trailing behind her, hypnotized by the swing of her long, white-blond ponytail.
