Chapter Two

Mada: This is broken up into like.. five parts? I don't know.. ahah! Just read, and review!

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Densii slid off Akamaru easily, landing on the ground bent for a moment before she stood up. She brushed herself off, and looked at him, saying in a serious voice. "If your apartment is messy, no matter what you say.. I'm cleaning it." She stated this clearly, giving him a mock glare. She ran a hand through her black hair, ruffling it slightly. She patted Akamaru. "Thanks, Akamaru-kun." She said happily, before she took a step toward Kiba, now standing by his side. She smiled lightly, and then looked back at Kiba, stretching for a moment before she leaned back on her feet.

Kiba blinked a bit, eeping. She'd probably be a bit shocked at how BAD it was...seriously...It was horrible. So he'd probably have a bit of a rough go of it...by the sound of her voice and all, but for both of them. He'd take her hand and lead her through inside, and up the stairs while Akamaru followed closely behind. Once they reached the third floor, he'd near pull her down the hallway and stop at a particular door. "Iie...this is it..."

Densii opened the door, and gaped at the mess. "This is going to be a long night.." She said, now in anime tears. She looked at him, "GOD KIBA! WHAT THE!" She shrieked in a loud voice, before calming down. She hit him hard on the back of the head, then crossed her arms over her chest, steaming now as she looked over at the mess. "How can you even make it through the door?" She asked, somewhat perplexed at all of this, her head tilted lightly as she looked at the mess with a raised eyebrow.. She doubted there was even a place to sleep in all of this.

Kiba yelped and brought his hands to his head. "Itai...That hurt..." He'd rub at the now tender spot on the back of his head, sighing. "..Gomensai...I usually don't have guests that often...and things just kind of...piled up." Kiba would moan sadly, looking to Akamaru. "Let's get started, 'maru-kun." He'd slip into a hand seal or two and the canine would morph into his usual clone form of the Inuzuka. Without another word to her, he'd go to work, picking up clothing, tossing trash, and the like. He felt embarassed enough as it was..

Densii smiled lightly, "Actually.. I didn't expect much less than this." She said, now helping with the cleaning up process. She came across something, and picked it up. "Oh god, Kiba.." She held her nose, holding something that resembled a squashed mango, with flies darting over it. "That smells horrible." She burst out laughing, still holding her nose as she stalked over to the trashcan, and put it away, sniffling with disguist as she tried to get the smell out of her nostrials. She shook her head, and she felt suddenly dizzy. "I don't see how you could stand it.. Where you so used to it you didn't smell it?"

Kiba let out a wrtech as he picked up what he could only assume to be an old piece of cooked fish, tossing it in the garbage. They were making progress..less than half of it was left soon enough. "Gomen ne It won't get this bad while you stay here, I promise." Akamaru howled a bit as he threw clothing up into a large pile; remarkably, they weren't THAT dirty. Remarkably. "Nyeh...so, uhm. I make a good impression, don't I?" He rolled his eyes.

Densii laughed, "Believe me.. I'll clean." She said, and then smiled at him. "Your not so bad, Kiba-kun.. Just a lil' rough around the edges." She scooped up a pile of dirty clothes, turning a bright red as she saw the black boxers ontop. She dropped them in the pile.. She was going to do laundery later. "If you haven't already eaten, I'll fix something for you.. Depending on what you have in your fridge." She hoped he at least kept his fridge clean, although it was unlikely... seeing the rest of it.. She just prayed nothing alive was lurking in the depths. If she had to, she'd fix what little things she had brought.

Kiba gave a light moan as he felt his stomach gurgle. "I haven't actually..." Fortunately for the kunoichi, he had the common sense to keep his fridge clean. Fortunately. "If you would...Arigatou! Boy am I lucky...my apartment looks better than it has in months, I'm going to get a cooked meal, and I've got great company!" Akamaru whined lightly at the comment, Kiba turning his head in response. "Other than you, pal." A snicker or two. "I owe you."

Densii grinned, "It's the least I can do." She said, before she scurried into the now clean kitchen. She opened the fridge, thankful for it being clean. She fished out some fish, since she had the other things. "I'm borrowing your kitchen, Kiba-kun." She said, begginging to take out the stuff she needed for dunburi. She started with two large bowls, and she dug out a rice cooker. She set rice on that, and then she fried the fish and the vegetables. In under twenty minutes, she'd fixed the two a meal, and a little something for Akamaru too, if he wanted anything. She poured the rice into the bowl first, and then the fish and vegetables on the rice. She smiled at her work, and then came out with the two bowls hand in hand. "Foods done." She grinned.

Kiba smiled, taking a seat over on the now cleared-off sofa. "Arigatou. I really do owe you..." He sniffed, the magnificent scent wafting up into his hypersensitive nostrils. "Borrow away! As long as you're here, my kitchen is your kitchen. My bathroom is your bathroom..you get the picture." He chuckled. Akamaru would morph back to his normal form, tail wagging furiously. Neither of them had ate at all today...and it was showing.

Densii set Kiba's plate before him on the table, singing to herself as she bent down, and set down a small plate for Akamaru. "Here ya go, boys." She said, before she stood up, wiped her hands on her hips lightly before she walked back into the kitchen for her own plate. She came back a moment later, and sat down on the couch next to Kiba gently, looking over at him for a moment. "Dig in." She said happily, before she pulled a pair of her own chopsticks out of the side of the bowl, taking a small bite of the fish, and contemplating on how it tasted.

Kiba would take out a pair of chopsticks, eagerly picking at some of the fish and taking a rather large bite; He somewhat lacked manners...though he had the decency to chew with his mouth closed, use a napkin...things of that nature. After savoring the sweet taste of...actual cooking..he'd swallow, almost going starry-eyed like in those animes.."This is so good...Mmf..." He'd set his chopsticks down and wrap his arms about the girl, nuzzling into her in appreciation. "Onegaishimasu...can we eat like this often!? I'd be the happiest dog on the block!" He laughed.

Densii blushed lightly, "Sure! I'll cook more often like this." She said, smiling lightly at him. She set her own bowl done.. She had finished it in five minutes flat, and now the bowl was spotless. She was still blushing lightly when she leaned back onto the couch, rubbing her eyes. She'd walked from Iwagakure, battled five Snow ANBU nin, and finnaly made it here.. to say the least she was exhausted. "K.. Kiba-kun?" She was interupted when she yawned lightly. "I'm a bit tired.." As soon as these words where out of her mouth, her eyes had drooped, and suddenly her head was resting on his shoulder.

Kiba had barely enough time to finish his own bowl before she had dropped onto him. Sighing a bit, he'd laugh and pick her gently up off the sofa, carrying her through the jungle of laundry and into his bedroom; Also remarkably clean...with the exception of a few...boxers, and some hair here and there (from Akamaru). He would set her down on his bed, slipping the raven sheets out from under her and tucking her in, sort of. Yawning, he'd go back to the living room; Cleaning up after himself this time and setting the bowls in the sink. Finally, he'd say good night to Akamaru and drift off to slumber on the couch, sprawled out.

Continued