A/N: Hey, chapter 2 is here! A slight word of warning- despite being a KibaxNaruto story, there will be other aspects and side plots (the most prominent being Naruto's past.) I'm trying to pace things out so they aren't too rushed or hurried, something I usually struggle with. However, I have generally got a plan for this story in my head and I think you'll be happy with it in time!

Anyway, please review to share any thoughts you have with me!

Hope you enjoy!

"Hey, loser." Naruto cringed as he heard the voice, almost turning and storming off in a huff. But, he walked into the room anyway. He had bigger things to worry about than Sasuke right now. The blonde really didn't want to brave walking home at the same time as the other students, so he'd retreated to the safety of the councillor's office for a while. It had been a stressful day to say the least. Chemistry with Sasori was alright, as was lunch but his last class of the day hadn't been too good. He had bumped into Deidara once or twice...

"Where's Iruka?" Naruto asked, collapsing in the chair opposite the black-haired teen. The office was just as it was that morning- only the two of them there in the same seats.

"No idea; must be busy." Sasuke didn't look at Naruto; he was focused on the book open on his lap- busy scribbling something down without a pause or hesitation.

Damn Sasuke. Naruto growled inwardly. Has to be so smart and cool.

The ravenette didn't seem interested in challenging or mocking Naruto at the moment. He didn't talk or look up at all and, for a moment, the blonde wondered if the other boy had forgotten he was there.

"Hey, Sasuke?" Naruto muttered, bowing his head as shyness overcame him. He wasn't the kind to get so embarrassed, especially in front of the ravenette he hated so much. But, the poor boy even found himself childishly playing with the hem of his shirt.

"What do you want?" Sasuke hissed, still not looking at him.

"You…didn't happen to…well, did you…I mean…" He couldn't get the words out. He was desperate to ask someone before he got home, just so he knew what was in store for him. But, there were very few people he could ask- Sasuke being the only one right now. Looking up briefly, Naruto saw the other boy had stopped writing and was glaring at him coldly, a look of pure annoyance and impatience on his face.

"You're such a loser. Just spit it out."

"Shut up!" Naruto snapped, forgetting his previous shyness for a moment. "I just…was wondering if you'd seen…the documentary." He finally got it out, sighing as the last word passed through his lips.

"Documentary? You're going to have to be way more specific." The blonde growled and scowled, knowing that Sasuke was just messing with him to get on his nerves.

"You know what I'm talking about!" He snapped.

"Yeah I saw it. Well, I say saw it, more like Sakura shoved her phone under my nose and showed it to me. I only saw the part with Kyuubi in it though." Naruto's breath hitched, shivering slightly. "Kinda boring to be honest. I don't see why everyone's so interested."

"So he really is in it?" Naruto asked.

"Yeah, of course." Sasuke said, eyes narrowing, obviously annoyed he had been cut off. "Only for a bit though. I'm surprised you haven't seen it."

"I didn't know." Naruto muttered. "Does he really mention me in it?" Sasuke seemed to think about that for a moment- possibly trying to remember or just deciding whether he should take the chance to mess with Naruto's head.

"The interviewer mentions you, not by name though, and there's a brief conversation. The way he talks about you is kind of weird though, so it's no wonder people have started hating you more again." There was a pause. Naruto didn't know what to say. He just couldn't get his head round the fact that he now had the chance to see his uncle, to hear him talk, to hear about himself- it just didn't seem real. He had never once seen his uncle's face. No photographs. No family videos. Nothing. He had been wondering for a long time what the man looked like, whether he did have some resemblance to Kyuubi like Deidara implied. But, now that he had the opportunity, he wasn't sure if he wanted to go through with it. Naruto was sure there must have been pictures he could look up online...but...he could never bring himself to check.

"Kyuubi." Even saying the name had some effect on the boy, causing him to shiver. The man who had ruined everything and hurt everyone so much that they started hating an innocent boy. What was he like? Did he have blonde hair? Blue eyes? Was he short for his age like Naruto was? If Naruto watched the documentary, would he just see a bigger version of himself sat there? "Sasuke…your brother…"

"…." The ravenette glared at him.

"He…y'know…"

"Killed my family?" Sasuke finished venomously.

"Well, yeah. How come…no one hates you?" Naruto finally asked the question he'd been asking himself for years and years.

"Itachi killed my family alone, no one else." The boy hissed, obviously angry. "No one else had to suffer. People don't like Itachi but they have no reason to hate him. I'm the only one who truly hates him, the only one who wants revenge." Something changed in the ravenette, something snapped. He lost his cool briefly, looking immediately dangerous- as though his eyes now gleamed with killing intent.

"Oh…sorry…." Naruto muttered, staring down at his shoes uncomfortably. He'd hit a nerve and a venomous Sasuke was kinda…scary.

"Whatever." Sasuke hissed, looking back down at his book intently. "I hear Deidara was giving you trouble today." The ravenette muttered, his pen scribbling across the page. Naruto scowled at his rival's words. Being bullied was often embarrassing as well as harmful; Sasuke bringing it up made the poor blonde feel powerless and weak- two things he really tried to prove he wasn't.

"Yeah, so what?" He snapped, growling slightly.

"So...why don't you just kick his teeth in?" Sasuke said, glancing up briefly. "I've seen you pick fights with bullies before and you've tried to fight me plenty of times," The blonde shuddered as the memory of his losing streak rushed through his mind- Sasuke was the one guy he just couldn't beat up. "but you've never even tried to shut Deidara up." Naruto stopped and considered it for a moment, realising that his rival had a point. He really hadn't stood up to Deidara before- unlike with the countless other bullies in the school.

"He's always surrounded by his dumb buddies," Naruto whined loudly. "and the only guy I've got to back me up is Sasori; can you really imagine him helping me out at all though?" Sasuke scoffed in response. "I guess it's just easier to try and avoid him."

"Suit yourself. If he keeps pushing you around though, you should sneak into the art room and destroy his stuff." The blonde smiled at the thought- he could just imagine Deidara's horrified face as he stumbled across the small piles of shattered clay.

"Sasori said something like that."

"I'd be happy to help you out with it." Naruto blinked, wondering where that had come from. If it was any other person, he might have been able to search their face for some motive or emotion but Sasuke was far too cool- he just kept looking down at his book, still writing. "and I'd back you up...if you ever chose to kick his ass."

"You...would?" A small, very small, smile pulled at the blue-eyed teen's lips as he listened to the ravenette's declaration. Sasuke was an asshole- that much would never change- but maybe he wasn't as bad as Naruto sometimes thought.

"Oh, man! Did you ever think our school would make it so far in the league?"

"Of course, I'm your captain after all!" Kiba bragged, throwing his arms out in a big exclamation. He was cocky, everyone knew that, but not in the stuck-up arrogant sort of way. That was why everyone followed him with such dedication- he was a natural born leader. "I promise you guys, we're going all the way to the top!" There was a brief round of cheers and whoops from the others as the group made their way down the street together, laughing and smiling the entire time.

"No doubt about it!"

"Hey, did you guys see that documentary?"

"Documentary?" Kiba asked, tilting his head to the side curiously- just like a confused puppy.

"Yeah, the one on serial killers. You know that brat? His sick uncle was on that show, it was fucking messed up dude." One of the other boys said, nudging the still-confused Kiba in the arm.

"Come to think of it, Naruto and Sasori were talking about that this morning." The brunette pondered, trying to think back.

"Disgusting." One of the group spat, grabbing the captain's attention. "Sasori's your tutor, right Kiba? He seems like a cool guy and all but he really isn't good at choosing friends."

"What do ya mean?" The brunette asked.

"He hangs out with little Kyuubi! You should convince him to ditch the brat, man!"

"His name's Naruto." Kiba stated bluntly, remembering the small blonde from earlier that day. "And by the way, he really doesn't seem that bad guys. I mean, I was kinda hesitant about going near the dude at first but, after giving him a chance, my mind's changed. He seems like a cool guy." There were a few scoffs and laughs from the other boys.

"Everyone said the same about his uncle. You should stay away from him Kiba; there's a reason everyone hates him y'know!"

"Yeah..." The brunette trailed off into thought briefly- not something he usually did. Being quiet wasn't Kiba's thing, so it was instantly noticed by his peers when he suddenly fell silent and zoned out into his own little world.

"What's up?"

"Oh, nothing." Kiba replied with a smile. "Just remembered that I forgot to tell Sasori how my biology mock went. He'll definitely wanna know, so I think I'm gonna head over to his house now."

"Right now?" One of the boys asked. "But we were going out to celebrate winning our match!"

"Yeah!" Another teen whined. "Can't you just text him or something?"

"Nah, I think I should go see him myself. I need to thank him properly, right?" Kiba changed his direction immediately, turning on the spot and giving his friends a wave. As soon as their mouths opened to protest, he cut them off. "Sorry guys, you'll just have to celebrate twice as hard for me, okay?" With that, he swiftly walked off before he could be stopped.

"Sure thing!" Some of the guys called after him, seeming to have accepted his order happily. And, as Kiba left, he could tell that most of his team would have terrible hangovers the next morning. They probably wouldn't bother turning up to school (like Kiba himself had done so many times after a game) as a result.

Kiba, however, decided to pass up on a night of drinking- he really wasn't in the mood. Their basketball team had just won a major match and he was overjoyed, but it was only a couple of days ago that he last went out to get smashed and there was such a thing as having too much of something good. Besides, all of his friend's brief comments and complaints about that Naruto kid had started bugging him- he hated it when people whined or complained. If they were just gonna go on about the stupid documentary then the night wouldn't have been a good one anyway. Kiba hadn't even bothered watching it. He had more important things to do- like having fun! No one could ever make him watch a documentary even if the rest of the school had seen it.

"No way, not Kiba Inuzuka!" He whispered to himself, not even remembering the last time he watched a TV show that was remotely educational. Anyway, people were only watching it so they had a reason to pick on that kid. Naruto Uzudaki...or Uzinadi or whatever. The basketball captain had never really paid much attention to the boy- he had never had reason to. Bullying and picking on kids wasn't really his thing- just like documentaries- so he just avoided it. He briefly remembered speaking to the boy earlier that day. When he'd first seen him in the Iruka's office, he didn't know if he should just leave or not. After everything he'd heard, he was hesitant about even asking the kid a simple question. The only things he knew were those he had heard from others and that Sasori was friends with him (though the redhead never mentioned him before.) He didn't want to bully Naruto and he didn't want to be his friend either so, he just got on with it and treated Naruto like any other guy.

Kiba did remember that he may have ruffled the kid's hair or something like that- but that was just how he was with guys younger than him. He felt bad for the boy, so he had tried to be friendly. That was all.

The brunette's thoughts steered away from Naruto and back onto his team's latest victory as he rounded the corner onto Sasori's street. He was so proud of what they'd achieved. He was already planning out new combos and stuff to use in their next match as he climbed the few steps to the red-painted door. He couldn't wait to start training.

Sasori must have literally only just got home, because the door opened almost instantly after Kiba knocked. The teen grinned happily as his aloof friend came into view, pride and the sense of achievement filling him up as his tutor looked him over.

"Hey." Sasori greeted, stepping out the way to let the brunette in. Kiba strolled over the threshold and dumped his bag in the hallway- as usual. "I heard about the match- well done."

"Thanks, man!" Kiba beamed, patting the redhead's shoulder as he closed the door. The brunette crouched down and began searching through his bag excitedly as Sasori headed off for the lounge, inviting his friend to follow. Once he'd found what he was looking for, Kiba jumped to his feet and ran after his amazing tutor. "But the match isn't the only thing I passed with flying colours!"

"Oh?" Sasori looked over at him as he waved a bundle of papers around in the air. "What's that?"

"My biology paper! It got marked early, take a look." Kiba handed the redhead the bundle before collapsing on the sofa. No one else was home- no surprise. Sasori was often in the house alone nowadays. The brunette waited impatiently as his tutor slowly read the teacher's mark and comment, seeming to drag it out as long as possible. "Well?" He asked pleadingly.

"You got a B+." Sasori remarked, looking up. "Well done, you did a good job. Judging from the comments, this has got to be your best work yet."

"I know right!" Kiba beamed again. "I mean, considering I was getting Us at the beginning of the year I'd say it was pretty damn good!"

"This is great, Kiba. We'll have to start you on the A grade framework next week." Sasori said, in his usual disinterested tone, as he set the bundle down.

"Yup, with you as my tutor there's no way I can fail!"

"I'm glad you came round to tell me the good news but shouldn't you be out celebrating your basketball victory?" The redhead murmured, relaxing on the second sofa in the room.

"Nah, didn't feel like it. I was out the other night anyway and the guys were all just bitching and moaning about that Naruto kid." Kiba explained. "Got kinda annoying."

"Naruto?" Sasori muttered. "I hope he'll be alright tonight." Half-closed eyes stared off as the redhead faded into his world of thoughts. Kiba knew that if he didn't grab his friend's attention now he'd lose it for the rest of the evening.

"Why wouldn't he be?" The brunette asked, successfully stopping Sasori from drifting off.

"I had to tell him about the documentary today- he didn't know about it. Which means, of course, he'll be watching it tonight."

"Poor guy." Kiba said. He didn't care about some stupid documentary, honest, but he was starting to feel left out. However, the brunette was more surprised to see a glimmer of Sasori's caring side- something the younger boy wasn't able to express that often. "Must suck bad."

"Yeah...anyway, what are we going to do now you're here?" The redhead said, grey eyes rolling over to stare at Kiba.

"Duh, we're going to celebrate my awesome grade!" The brunette declared, throwing his phone down on the sofa and bolting into an upright position. "I thought we could watch some cool movies and just hang out. Celebrating without getting wasted should be good for once." The tiniest of smiles appeared on the redhead's face as he nodded.

"Sounds fun."

A loud groan echoed through the hallway, bouncing off the walls and spreading throughout the building. The sound of the door slamming shut and shoes being kicked off followed it closely. The blonde was glad to be home- away from Deidara and Sasuke and all those other annoying people. Naruto sighed as he headed for the kitchen, trying to forget the crappy day he had had so far. Returning to his small, messy apartment was one of the best moments of the day- that and his late night walks. No one bugged him here. His neighbours steered clear of him and no one had ever showed up at his apartment to cause trouble.

"Stupid Deidara. It's not like you can even tell if he's a dude or a chick anyway." The blue-eyed teen grumbled, opening the fridge. It was almost empty. Reaching out, he grabbed the carton of milk that was there and checked the date. It expired today. Shrugging, Naruto opened it and began gulping down the contents as he plotted revenge. Sasuke was right, he should get back at Deidara. The older blonde had pushed him around long enough and Naruto let him get away with it. "Next time he messes with me, I'll break all those stupid things he has stored in the art room." It was a wonderful, simply devilish plan- despite being likely to provoke the bully more.

After chucking the now empty carton away, Naruto headed through to the only other room of his apartment- his bedroom. Looking around briefly, he reminded himself to clean it sometime that week before it got too bad (though most mothers would shriek at the state it was in already.) Shaking his head, the blonde walked to the far side of the room and slumped down in the chair place in front of his computer. The apartment block included the price of internet use in the monthly rate and anyone who paid it was given a crappy computer to use. Naruto was sorta lucky in that respect. He had never dug into his own pocket to pay the bills. Someone, he didn't know who, sent him money monthly on top of the benefits he received, so he was always more than capable of buying things he needed. He'd given up trying to find out who his secret benefactor was years ago- probably some loser who felt sorry for him.

The boy moved the mouse to get rid of the screensaver and opened up the internet. He wasn't a big internet user (TV was more his thing) but it did open up doors to some pretty cool stuff. Right now though, the blonde's mind wasn't on funny YouTube videos or...other things teenage boys might search up. He had been debating with himself all the way home on whether or not he should watch the dumb documentary and get it over with. He knew he would never just forget about it and that he'd end up watching it sooner or later...but the boy wasn't sure if now was the right time.

With slight hesitation and nervousness, Naruto began typing in 'serial killer documentart Kyuubi' and hit the search button. A number of results came up, the top one being a short video which seemed to be what he was looking for. With a slight gulp and a deep breath, the blonde clicked the link and braced himself.

"You've gotta come to Ino's party, dude!" Kiba yelled, throwing popcorn at the redhead playfully. "It's gonna be the best party ever and she asked me to convince you to come."

"She did, huh?" Sasori said, brushing off the popcorn with a slight smirk. They'd been watching an action movie, the lights turned off and popcorn in a bucket- the full cinema experience. Kiba was now sat next to the boy, giving constant inputs and comments on the film whenever he saw fit- that was until he remembered the party.

"Yup. I dunno what it is Sasori but this whole mysterious and distant thing you've got going on certainly gets you noticed! I know tons of girls, and a few guys, who'd jump into bed with you in an instant!" The brunette laughed, punching the redhead lightly in the arm.

"Excuse me?" Sasori said, eyes widening slightly and brows rising up beneath his mop of hair.

"No kidding, you're considered one of us!"

"One of us?"

"Y'know...one of us...the hot guys!" Kiba said proudly. "You haven't heard of the list of hot guys at our school that the girls made up? Man, you're outta the loop!" Sasori scoffed, cocking his head. "I'm on it as are Sasuke, that Neji dude, Deidara, and you!" Kiba counted them off on his fingers. "There are plenty more but I can't remember."

"Sounds pretty pointless to me." Sasori said, eyelids lowering down to a half-closed position once more.

"Yeah, well, that's why you got invited to the party!"

"So I can be molested?" The brunette choked at the sudden comment, spitting popcorn out of his mouth.

"What? No!" He yelled, scowling at his redheaded friend as he wiped the remnants of popcorn from his lips.

"You just said that there are girls and guys who want to sleep with me and that's the reason I was invited. So, in other words, I was invited so people could try and sleep with me." Sasori explained with a cold stare.

"That's not what I...argh, you're hopeless!" Kiba groaned. "Just make sure you come so I can get Ino off my back."

"You want me to go so Ino will get off your back?" Sasori muttered. "If she's doing it on your back it's no wonder you want her to sleep with me instead- she's doing it wrong."

"You've gotta be kidding me!" The brunette groaned, hiding his face in his hands. "Sasori, I swear I can't figure you out at all."

"What's there to figure out? I don't want to sleep with your lame girlfriend, regardless of the position."

"She's not my girlfriend dude." Kiba groaned. The redhead may have been his tutor but sometimes Kiba wondered if he should give Sasori lessons on social normality...not that they'd get anywhere...

Naruto shuddered the moment the video popped up on the screen. It showed a man, sat at a small metallic table, in the usual prison attire. There was something about the man that told Naruto exactly who it was at once (though he would have figured it out anyway). He was a rather tall and very muscular man, with tanned skin and a cocky smirk on his face which glimmered brightly in the room's light. His hair was an array of messed up spikes (which resembled Naruto's only longer and wilder) and it was a flaming red in colour. His eyes also seemed to take on a reddish gleam (though it was more likely they were just a tone of brown).

This was the first time Naruto had ever seen the man who had ruined his life, the man who had taken away everything. It made him feel sick. He could see features that the man shared with him and Deidara's voice echoed in his head at that moment taunting him with 'Little Kyuubi!' There definitely was a resemblance. Staring at the man...staring into his eyes...that was enough to cause beads of sweat to gather on Naruto's forehead. He knew there was no way he'd be able to recognise the man (he had been so young after all) but something about him was...oddly familiar. The blonde began imagining things like the smell of cologne which suited his uncle's appearance, the sound of his voice and the maniacal laughter as he began his killing spree.

"Kyuubi Namikaze," The off-screen interviewer began, in a voice that seemed far too kind and gentle. "You killed over 34 people in just one night, including your own family. Just what made you do that?" Naruto's heart briefly stopped, his breath hitching and his body seizing up. This was the moment.

"Why?" The voice sent shivers down the boy's spine. It was rough and menacing with a hint of mischievous charm- quite unlike what the blonde had imagined. "It doesn't matter really." Naruto's fists clenched tightly at that comment, nails digging into his palm harshly. Didn't matter? Was he insane? Of course it damn well mattered! Didn't he know that he had a nephew out there suffering because of what he'd done? Or did he just not care? "Why are people so interested? So that they can prevent another killer doing this in the future? So that they can try and fool themselves into thinking that it takes a very sick individual to do these things?"

"Doesn't it?" The interviewer intervened.

"Of course not. Anyone is capable of murder if pushed far enough. People always label murderers with terms which divide them from the normal populous to make themselves feel safe. If they didn't then they'd be forced to face the terrifying truth- that their brothers and sisters, their parents, their children, their friends, neighbours, colleagues, class mates could all turn round and kill them if pushed far enough. Humans can't handle that truth." The poor blonde teen reached for the mouse. He couldn't take anymore; he had to shut it off. Trembling fingers touched the mouse briefly, fingers looming over it as he fought over whether he should really stop watching or not. The man's speech was making him feel horridly sick.

"That aside, there was one person you spared." Naruto's fingers twitched as they met the mouse, stopping dead in his tracks. "Your nephew. You didn't kill him."

"Ah yes, him." Kyuubi said it so casually, like it was something that always came up in conversation.

"Why did you spare him? You killed other children and babies during your attack and slaughtered your entire family so why did you leave him?" Naruto froze, too scared to move. His breath quickened until he was panting so hard it was as though he'd been running for hours. This…was the moment he found out the truth about his existence- why he was still alive.

"Naruto Uzumaki." Tears stung the boy's eyes, his body convulsing, as his uncle hissed his name. "What can I say? I kinda liked the little guy. Besides, now there is someone to meet me when I get out. A beloved little nephew to give me a hug." Naruto shook his head, staring into his uncle's eyes. It felt like the man was speaking directly to him, those eyes of his staring through the camera into those of the poor boy.

"But, Kyuubi. There's no chance of you getting out. You're in here for life." The interviewer stated bluntly. And, at that moment, Naruto swore he saw Kyuubi's eyes flash with delight before he smirked.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot." He chuckled innocently, as though he were a normal person. But, Naruto couldn't shake the feeling of dread and fear that suddenly seemed to loom over him. Had he imagined it? He must have- people's eyes didn't flash or gleam with emotion. Did they?

"It was at this point that the interview was forced to a close as Kyuubi Namikaze requested to be allowed to leave. Despite being only a short interview, this was the first time any such interview had taken place with this particular serial killer. Guards here at the prison say that Kyuubi is, overall, a nice man who they could imagine going for a night at the pub with but, we all know, that a killer lies beneath the surface." Naruto felt oddly cold and empty. The moment his uncle's image had left the screen, all feeling left him. He didn't know what to think, what to feel. In a way, the interview wasn't nearly as bad and horrific as he thought it'd be. On his way home, he'd been scared that Kyuubi would begin describing his murders in disturbing detail. However, in other ways, it was much worse than he'd imagined. Kyuubi hadn't answered any of the questions Naruto had deep inside.

"Kyuubi Namikaze is considered a strange case as far as serial killers go. Most serial killers are quick, possibly even eager, to explain the reasons or methods behind their crimes after they're apprehended and imprisoned- often showing a sense of pride and achievement. Kyuubi, however, is said to have been reluctant and secretive during questioning. It's reported that he has never boasted about or even casually spoken about his crimes in detail and that he's given very little information to anyone. Is it possible that this cold-blooded killer actually feels remorse?"

Naruto clicked off the video. He'd seen enough. He didn't want to listen to some stupid presenter babbling on about something he knew absolutely nothing about. The blonde wiped tears from his face and clambered to his feet. His young body felt weak and numb- he felt numb in general. He didn't know whether to cry and scream in anger. Was that really what everyone had gotten so worked up about? It must have been the comment about Naruto being there to give him a hug when he got out which had stirred people up. The sick bastard had made out that Naruto would actually want to see him after what he'd done.

Collapsing onto his bed, Naruto buried his face into the pillow.

"I don't care anymore..." He muttered, hugging the pillow close to him. He didn't know what to do.

"I can't tomorrow." Sasori stated, pushing the brunette away from him. "I'm working on a new project during lunch."

"Awwww." Kiba groaned. "What project?"

"A new puppet. I've come up with a few new ideas. If I'm right, I may be able to create a life-sized puppet which the puppeteer can actually sit in and operate from the inside."

"Seriously? You're ditching me to make another toy." The brunette instantly regretted his comment as his redheaded friend gave him the most sinister, spine-chilling glare he had ever received. "Sorry." He muttered quickly.

"It's not a toy. Puppets are a true form of art which can last long into the future. Their beauty is eternal, everlasting. Unlike people, they do not fall apart or age; they're not bound to a limited lifespan. A puppet can be recreated and improved over and over. With a puppet, the possibilities are endless. But people...they can't adapt or change so easily. They're stubborn and stupid."

"Hey! I'm not stupid!" Kiba growled, punching his younger friend in the arm playfully. "And dude, you have a seriously disturbing fetish for puppets." The redhead's eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Someone like you wouldn't understand. You're incapable of appreciating true art. If you have any free time tomorrow at lunch, you should come up to the art room so I can show you."

"Errrr...sure." Kiba said hesitantly. He had to admit- he had absolutely no interest in puppets. He thought they were creepy, evil and just plain weird. On the other hand, Sasori had no interest in basketball yet he always listened to Kiba go on about it and even turned up to a few games. So...Kiba kinda owed him one.

"Naruto will probably be there too." Sasori added, eyes finally relaxing- the glare fading away.

"Oh, yeah?" Kiba asked, not giving it too much thought. He wasn't going to allow himself to linger on the blonde kid for too long. He'd already decided to just treat him like any other guy. And that was that.

"Just try not to distract me. You and Naruto both have a habit of doing that." Sasori muttered, causing Kiba to wonder slightly- were he and Naruto really that similar? Who knew, maybe they'd get along pretty well.

A/N: Well, that was chapter 2! This whole chapter was basically focused around the documentary, though I made sure to have Kiba in there to keep the focus on him. I think I may have gone overboard with the whole Kyuubi thing but I just got so many ideas and it was kinda fun writing it. Don't worry though, it's not gonna entirely dominate the story or anything- though it will play a part. The main focus will always be how our two favourite guys get on.

Anyway, please leave me a review to let me know what you think!