The Only Exception. Part One.

Chapter One.

Hold My Hand – Michael Jackson ft. Akon

I opened my eyes to the view of my broken and worn-down apartment. I sat up and heard my bed creak as its metal springs bend. I put my feet down and shivered at the coldness of the wooden floors. I then began my daily routine consisting of: taking my shower, getting dressed, brushing my teeth, and eating breakfast. Breakfast is my favorite part. I always eat toast. I love toast. I grabbed my uniform and walked outside my apartment. I turned around and took one last look at my apartment, smiled, and shut the door. Little did I know that was the last time I would ever see that apartment.

I opened the back-door of the Waffle House and entered. Suddenly being washed over with the scent of batter and raw meat. I walked over to the clock-in station and pushed in my card and PIN code. I then smelt a smell. You know.. a smelly smell. A smell that you know but you can't describe it if your life depended it. Cherries? No. Lemons? Uhh..no. Vanilla? Nope. I just could not put my finger on this smell. I hastily turned around, only to trip over my boss.

"AH SHIT!"

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry Shino!" I stood up and helped the other man up.

"Dammit Kiba, can't you watch where you're going?"

Shino just tugged himself out of my grasp and steamed away. Welcome to my world, bitches. I looked around the small restaurant. It had yellow tiled walls but many windows. The counter separated the kitchen and the tables. I then went to work. I was the chef. Yay.Throughout the entire day I still could not distinguish the funky smell. At exactly eight pm I clocked out and began my way home. I walked along the sidewalk and basked in the small amounts of light from the rare streetlights. I came up on the hill that changed from my rural job setting and my urban house setting. I looked up from the rock I was kicking and gasped at what I saw.

Why the fuckwere there firetrucks and ambulances surrounding my apartment

complex? And where the HELL was my apartment building?

"Hellooo?"

"Naruto, can I stay at your house for a few nights?"

"Why, Kiba?"

"My apartment burnt down."

"How the hell did that happen?"

"...I left my candles burning."

"Candles?"

I almost punched him through the fucking phone for laughing at me. I have RELAXATION candles. 'Cause...I'm stressed... and stuff.

"Sure. I guess you can stay for a while."

"Thanks. Ill be right over."

A few blocks and trips later.

I finally made it to Naruto's house. I walked down the small brick pathway and knocked on his doorway. A few minutes later I started to get pissed. I banged on that mutha-fucking door. I swear I thought Naruto stood me up. As soon as I felt the tears start to well up the door opened to reveal Naruto in his pajamas.

"Dude, what took you so long?"

"Sorry.. I fell asleep. Come on in."

I glared daggers at him as I walked in.

"Thanks for letting me stay. I don't know how long it will take for me to find a new house."

"Don't worry Kiba. Stay as long as you like. I honestly get lonely being here all by myself."

I almost freaking cried when I saw Naruto's blush. I had always liked him.. more than a friend so to speak. The said blonde then led me to my new bedroom and showed me the bathroom. "I think imma go back to sleep, Kiba. I gotta get up and go to work in the morning."

"You work on Saturdays?"

"Well being the Mayor's assistant, yes."

"When did you get that job!"

"A few weeks ago."

I almost crapped myself at hearing Naruto was the mayor's ASSISTANT. I could never see the hyperactive kid being serious and formal for a political job. Well that was before he had to go away for a few years due to his parents dieing in the war. We exchanged some goodnights before he walked into his room and shut the door. I sat down on the bed and curled up into a ball. I let the tears fall.

~In the Middle of the Night~

"Kiba? Are your crying?"

"No I'm not crying!"

Dammit. He caught me.

"Kiba... why were you crying?"

I could hear his care in his voice.

"In the fire..."

My voice was shaky and cracky. I hated it. It made me sound weak.

"It's okay Kiba."

I felt him lay down beside me and wrap his arms around my waist. I then felt his heartbeat against my back. It was so soothing. I have never felt this way. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Akamaru.. he died in the fire."

I flipped around and buried my head in his chest.

"H-He died b-because of m-me.."

Don't you hate it when you're crying so hard you hiccup?

"Ssshh... it isn't your fault."

"Yes i-it is."

"You know what I do when I'm feeling down?"

"What is that?"

"I think of things that make me happy."

"Akamaru was the only thing that made me happy..."

"Maybe we can change that..."

All I felt was his warm lips touch mine and my tears stopped. I found happiness in him.