Okay, this is a little too long to be a drabble... so, I shall put this in the short story category. Just a short tale involving a KibaIno, the most underrated pairing of all time. Expect a wide variety of pairings to be posted in the romance-themed drabbles and short stories. And remember, boys and girls... always feed the author with a healthy dose of feedback!

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"I don't like your hair."

The revelation came to Ino as clear as the crystal dish set he brought her after months of begging. She continued to run her cream-colored hand over her mate's tree bark-brown locks.

"...Why? What did my hair ever do to you?"

Kiba responded with a touch of disinterest as his eyes rolled to the top of his head so he could get an upside-down view of his favorite blonde. He sat comfortably in a beige-leather recliner after returning from a long and drawn out B-rank mission. He was tired. He wasn't quite in the mood for Ino's pointless chit-chat, but he would humor her. Ino loomed over him behind the recliner with disgusted blue eyes.

"Its... stupid. It has no redeeming qualities." Ino explained. "Its too short for me to run my fingers through it, and its not thick enough for me to get a good grasp of it. I can barely get a fistful of it when I try to pull it... it's like grabbing a pile of feathers."

Ino was not to be questioned when it came to this. Hair was her life. She cut it, combed it, brushed it, dyed it, breathed it, lived it, loved it... and she knew bad hair when she saw it.

"And why would you want to pull my hair?" Kiba wondered.

"Hmmm... I would pull it when I think you're being bad... Orrrr... when I think you're not being bad enough."

Ino grinned with a sultry stare. Kiba should have known where this was going when she first started this conversation. He was usually not one to cut off such delicious banter, but where Ino wanted to take this he didn't feel like going. After all, he was too tired to be 'bad' right now.

"Well it's a good thing that I have bad hair then!" Kiba tried to play dumb and pretend he didn't pick up on her suggestions.

"No it isn't!"

"Yes it is. I don't want you to pull my hair."

"Fido..." She cooed her pet name for him into his ear. "...There are many ways I can pull a man's hair... and none of them you wouldn't enjoy. Believe me... you want me to pull your hair."

Kiba's heart suddenly jolted with lust as Ino began to stroke his 'wild' side with words drenched in promiscuity... still, he controlled himself.

"But..." she suddenly pulled away from his ear."You'll never get to see that side of me because your hair sucks!"

"Hm... my loss then." Kiba closed his eyes and laid his head back against the fluffy cushion of the recliner.

Ino was getting frustrated now. She sighed long and hard.

"Why do I have to be the girl who winds up with the only guy in Konoha who has bad hair!??! I could have picked Neji, Shino, Shikamaru... Even Naruto's hair is thick and long enough to grab!"

Kiba sigh had a trace of a beastly growl to it. She knew he hated when he talked about other guys. She was trying to provoke him, but he held his peace.

"Whatever."

"Hmmm... you know who has perfect hair?... Sasuke!"

Kiba's eyes flew open in fury. She just crossed a line.

"I could do ANYTHING with his hair! I could twirl my fingers around it, yank down on it, tie little bows into it! I could just play with it all day long!"

Ino declared her words with an exaggerated air of romance. Talking about her old crush was forbidden territory... she knew she would get a rise out of Kiba now.

"Tch. Then why don't you take your skinny little ass over to that pretty boy's house?! I'm tryin' to sleep here!" Kiba roared.

Ino giggled devilishly.

"Now Fido... was it necessary to start calling Sasuke names? Didn't you just say it was a good thing that you have bad hair?"

Kiba didn't answer. He simply crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

"Hmmm..."

Ino, with a serpent's grin, tried her hardest to grab a fistful of his dark hair one final time. All she could manage was a few bushy strands in between the space of her knuckles. She giggled preemptively under her breath before violently yanking her hand upward, and-

"AAAA-OOOOUUCCHH!!!!!"

Ino burst out into laughter as she began to run into the bedroom to escape (or rather, 'prepare' for) the wrath of her enraged Inuzuka. She barely lifted her foot off the carpet before a violent tug nearly dislocated her shoulder. Before she knew what was going on she was swung 180 degrees, and plopped right on Kiba's lap. She was now in the dog boy's clutches as he bear hugged her body into his own. She was held to the side of Kiba's body, her kneecaps bending over the cushioned arms of the beige recliner. His hold was painful and violent... just like she expected from him. In fact... she wouldn't have it any other way. She was laughing the whole time.

"Why'd ya do that?!?!?" Kiba demanded with pupil-less and bugged-out eyes, his ferocity just as apparent as his fangs.

Ino finally caught her breath, and smiled warmly.

"Because you weren't being bad enough..."

Kiba, as angry as he was, couldn't help but project a fang-ridden grin.

"Heh. Is that so?"

"Yup. That is 'so' "

The two then just stared into the others eyes warmly for a good while as she ran her hand through his hair.

"I'm serious though, Fido... we have to do something about your hair." Ino spoke playfully. "If you don't... I'll stop loving you."

"Tch. I should be so lucky."

Ino chuckled one final time before resting her head against his chest while swinging her dangling legs over the recliner's arm. Kiba lifted her eyes into his own and attacked her with hot kisses... as he ran his fingers through her hair.