Chapter 3
"Jump on" Kiba said.
He got on to the seat and Masicido got on at the back trick studs and they rode over to the appliance store. When they got there, they were out five minutes flat. Masicido and Kiba had a time limit- back by seven- but they wanted to take as long as possible to get back. They laughed and talked, not caring whether they were on time or not. When they got to Masicido's house, Kiba had an itch on his brain. He had it for a day but now it was killing him. Every one knows that the once it gets there, the only way to ignore it is to get an answer.
"Hey, I was wondering but where are your parents?" Kiba asked. It wasn't in his usual cool way, but more shy. A lot more shy.
"………….Uh." Masicido stammered. She didn't know how to tell him that she was an orphan. She didn't tell anybody. She figured that if she wanted to be treated normally, she would not tell any one about being an orphan. She figured that every one would be on top of her all the time wondering if she needed anything. She liked being alone in her quiet house. She liked her privacy of not being told what to do and not having to be pressured with tight schedules that she gets to do. She loved to spend hours outside and not doing chores. She knew that if she was stuck with a large family she would be stuck with a lot of chores that she would not be able to handle and the work would just pile up. She absolutely could not handle another year in an orphanage. She spent years there until they released her after she showed that she was able to take care of herself. She knew that if some one told anybody thought that she was in poor condition, she would right back to the orphanage. But she knew, at the back of her mind, that maybe she could tell just the Inuzukas and she would be fine.
"Well?" Kiba was getting to uncomfortable to keep waiting for an answer. "Masicido?"
"I am an orphan." She said as she unlocked the door at practically the same time. She ran into her room and immediately started crying. For Masicido, it was really rare for her to cry. She rarely was so frustrated about seeing families together getting along and enjoying each other's company, but talking about her family killed her.
Kiba was shocked by what he heard. He could not believe that she could afford to go to private school and buy food. He couldn't believe that she could handle listening to people talking about what they did over vacation. Talking about siblings, pets, and relatives. He wondered how she but up with Hana and himself when they are always getting along and always playing with out a care in the world. He was glad that he hadn't told her about his pets. That he didn't tell him about his aunts and uncles. He knew that of he did tell her about them, she would also not be able to handle it.
When Kiba got home, it was seven-thirty. Tsume was about to report a "missing person" when he walked in.
"Where were you? I-," Tsume stopped short when she noticed dry tears under Kiba's eyes. "What happened?" She then tried to calm down Kiba with soft words.
"Masicido is an orphan and well, I feel bad I was always with Hana smiling and happy when she had no one." Kiba said between tears. "I can't take feeling guilty about making her so upset. How can I make it up to her?"
"I don't know." Tsume replied. There was no other way to put it. She knew very little Masicido, but She wanted to help her some how. But then all of the sudden something crept up into her mind, something forgotten for a bit, something that hurt too much to remember.
