The Past

Neko stretched his arms over his head, yawning, then looking out the window. The sun hasn't risen yet and Kiba was in the bathroom taking a shower. He would sit there, the blanket covering him from waist to knee. Him blushing due to the fact he is still in boxers.

Kiba would walk out of the bathroom with a towel over his shoulders, wearing black jeans and a white under shirt that is a size so that Neko could see his 6 pack and his skin tanned darker than his own. He was in shape and Neko caught himself staring and shot back into reality when Kiba started talking. "You want to take a shower? You hair looks kinda dirty."

Neko would stand up quietly, letting the blanket slip off him as he stood, and walked into the bathroom quietly, passing by Kiba. "Thanks." He would say as he walked by Kiba, in a low voice. Neko shut the door behind him and took his boxers off, leaving them on the floor. He noticed a pile of clothes, the school uniform and an extra shirt and jacket next to it. He turned the shower water on, making it slightly cold and stepped in, letting himself get soaked. After a while he would pour a little shampoo in his hand and set the bottle down then start scratching his head lightly, rubbing in the shampoo, cleaning his hair then stepping into the pouring water, letting the shampoo run down his front, back and sides. He would turn the water off and take the towel that was folded on a small rack next to the shower and dry himself off, trying to take most to all of the water from his hair. The blonde boy would then look through the pile of clothes and put some boxers than he found, on and then the uniform, the sleeves hanging loosely from his wrists and feet. He would fold the towel and place it on the counter, where the clothes was and pick his boxers up and drop them in the basket with all the other laundry.

"Sorry I didn't have a smaller size. It was the smallest one I could find, looks fine on you, just kind of lose. No harm, right?" Kiba smiled warmly then Neko tightly hugged Kiba, keeping himself close, not letting go.

"Thank you for everything.." He continued to hug him tightly.

Kiba was slightly shocked by what happened, he slowly wrapped his arms back around him and patted his back softly. "I only wanted you to feel at home. No need to thank me."

Neko let go and moved away, flushed. "I guess we should leave for school then?" Neko kept his head down, trying to hide his redness.

"I guess it is time to leave. What class are you in anyway, I wanna meet you for lunch."

"I think I'm in room 9-3, I don't remember. I've only seen my class number once than threw the paper away." Neko began to walk out of the room and quickly went down the stairs.

Kiba followed behind him, shutting the door upon leaving the room. "We can check or you can try out 11th grade classes if you want, they will be hard though."

Neko was already slipping his shoes on. I do not think I could pull off as an 11th grader. You can tell just by looking at me, but I will at least try." He smiled weakly at Kiba then slipped into his 2nd shoe.

Kiba had already finished putting his shoes on. Alright, but if it doesn't work, I'll take you to the office and pick up you correct class. Alright dad, I'll see you after school."

The same voice from last night came from upstairs this time. "Have fun!"

Kiba rolled his eyes and walked outside and closed the door behind Neko and they walked down the road together, not talking to much. As usual, Kiba had his arm around Neko, Neko had his head down but no hood because he didn't have his hoodie.

Kiba finally broke the silence. "I don't wanna be nosey or anything but how come you don't have a home? I mean, you have to live somewhere."

Neko stayed quiet for a while, gathering his thoughts. "My parents died in a crash when I was 10, I was put in an orphanage, which I ran away from 4 years later. I ended up here and I just can't leave. I can only keep my mind off of my family when I sit under the tree by the bridge and river. I don't have enough money for a home either, people reject me and keep their distance."

Kiba stopped a few yards from the cross roads, taking it all in. "I'm sorry… I didn't know… Neko had already continued on, crossing over the bridge alone, walking past a few boys who were picking on him. Kiba ran up and pushed Neko, making him walk faster but moving him from the boys.

"If anyone bothers you, just tell me and I'll get them to leave you alone." He walked next to the blonde boy, his hands now in his pockets.

"I don't mind it, they never say anything, only flick me, punch me or kick me every now and then, nothing painful."

Kiba looked down at his new friend. "What about that scar that was on your arm?"

His words stopped Neko dead, not moving, he didn't even look like he was breathing. "I…. I don't want to talk about it…" Neko then walked past his new brunette friend and continued into the school alone, avoid everyone and waited by the office for Kiba.