Kiba was walking along the streets of New York. Tree leaves danced off the trees, landing point first on the hard moist concrete. The sun was beginning to come out from the behind the clouds. The ground, wet from rain, splashed on Kiba's high black, waterproof boots.
The wind tingled Kiba's nose, turning it pink. The coldness reminded Kiba of a scary film, grey and wet.
As she stumbled towards her flat, she passed by a slightly darker alleyway. She heard a rough cough. She proceeded to walk, ignoring it. She heard it again. She then stopped, hoped that no one was there to kill her, turned around and walked right back to the dark alleyway. She popped her head in. "Hello!?" She called out. "Hello? Anyone there!?"
A rough voice was heard.
"What!? What do you want?"
Kiba jumped back in surprise. "Sorry-didn't mean to bother you...Uh, no offence, but if I enter to see you are you gonna kill me?" she said out of nervousness.
"How's a homeless person supposed to have the ability to kill you when I can't even stand up straight!?" he called back.
"Good Point.." she mumbled to herself. She proceeded to enter into the slightly dark alley. She quietly approached him. "Hi" she barely said. "Hi.." replied the man, once again, in a rough voice.
"So...are you like, homeless?" she asked him. He looked up at her with his grey eyes.
"No, I am currently sitting out here, in the bitter cold, because I'm a cat..who sincerely enjoys freezing and getting sick." he replied, sarcastically.
"Oh...wait...your being sarcastic.." she laughed to herself. "You know, for a homeless person, you don't look like one.."
"Humm? Really ? What's a homeless man supposed to look like?" he darted his eyes at hers.
"Uh..you know...the big, messy beard-smells like pee, eats trash..is like really unclean and really stinky." she proceeded.
"Just because I'm homeless doesn't mean I have to be disgusting! Besides, I've only been here, embarrassing to say, for like 4 days. Just lost my job and house."
"Yup..that's what New York does to you. Why the hell did I move here anyway!?" She questioned herself.
Suddenly, as if out of the blue, it began pouring. "Shit.." she mumbled.
"Yeah, you should go home-your gonna end up looking like a homeless man like me.." he laughed, coughing.
She turned to go home, but stopped. "Hey, seeing as to your not a murder rapist..wanna come stay with me? Besides, you look like you could eat. If I just leave you here, out in the cold, I'll feel guilty as hell."
"Don't need someone to pity me.." he replied swiftly, he dark hair beginning to hang over his silver eyes. "I have a job interview tomorrow, and I plan on going..so, no pity."
"Not pity dude. Just don't have anyone at home and it's boring. Besides, man..just c'mon! Your seriously going to go to a job interview looking like that? All wet and dirty!? So yeah. C'mon! Hopefully, your not going to murder me..any-time soon."
He looked at her, confused. "Why does everyone seem to wanna kill you? Seriously, I' can't even put a dog to sleep..and you think I' could kill a human? You know, I' was once a human nearly 3-4 days ago who worked on Wall-Street, right? I'm not some insane murderous serial killer hobo."
"Uh..sorry..didn't mean to offended you. I think I have trust problems."
'Sure do.." he replied.
"So..wanna come and hang at my place? I have a gun so if you try and murder me I'll kill you.." she said.
"How assuring." he replied, sneezing.
"So?" said Kiba.
He sighed. "Why not?"
She smiled and went on her way with him.
Kiba smiled. "I'm ordering Chinese!"