Disclaimer: I don't not own Naruto; how ever much I want to own Kiba I don't! However I do own any and an all original characters and places!!!! Now let the story begin….
It all started when I was child… Mother and father were fighting again and Naruto was out with his friends…. It started out how it usually did mother saying father didn't spend enough time with me… how she was always the one having to train me and she was sick of it…. After a while my mother turn't on me and started screaming at me how I was never going to be a great shinobi…. I started to cry and when she stepped towards me I turned and ran out the door I heard my father calling after me… but I didn't look back…. I just ran and ran until I hit the market and even then I didn't stop I ran right past eh park where Naruto was he too, yelled after me asking me where I was going but unlike my father he and his friends took after me I ran into the forest and hid under my favorite Willow tree…. I sat down and cried… I remember I kept asking why my grandma had to die why it couldn't have been my mother… and if she hated me so much why did she have me…
I remember sitting there for hours or what seemed like hours… I could hear Naruto and his friends calling my name but I didn't answer… I just felt so hopeless and useless… I was staring at the ground when I felt something warm cuddle near my leg…I looked down and I saw a tiny white dog with brown on his ears….
"Akamaru..? How did you find me?" I asked as absent mindedly pet his head. He just barked a reply. "Tee-hee. You sniffed me out eh? What did you follow the smell of sweat or the smell of salt?" I asked only to be answered by a human voice.
"We followed the smell of vanilla and lavender… Temi-kun are you okay?" There before me stood Kiba Inuzuka. His brown hair spiky as always and his brown eyes somehow managing to make her go slightly pink in the cheeks; as they searched her face for a reason why she didn't answer.
"I'll live; I mean I am just crying like a weak little girl right." I said it as a statement, not a question he looked at me puzzled.
"What does crying have to do with being weak? I think you are very strong if you can cry, because if you can cry you can show that you feel and that you can truly be strong." He walked over to me and sat down; placing an arm around my waist pulled me into his lap and just held me.
In my entire life I can never remember being held that tenderly, ever that made me cry even more. But he just held me until I stopped crying… I don't remember much after that…I remember slightly hearing him tell Naruto I was fine and Naruto asking why he was carrying me… then I remember waking up in my bed with Naruto next to me.
That day I went to the village and I ran into Kiba and Akamaru… we spent the entire day together; we played together and ate together until my Naruto came to bring me home… And From that day on Kiba and I were the best of friends…