AshenMarsha: Yay! I told you A Bronx Tale was good! Though, I'm afraid I won't be following the movie very much. There just wasn't enough romance in it for a romance-buff like me… Thank you very much! I was thinking the same thing 'bout the fruity hair brigade! You know, I spent a good hour browsing through my Naruto volumes trying to find people with reddish hair… I'm so dedicated to my work! :P Any who, vielen dank!

Kaydreams: Thank ye! Sorry to make you wait seeing as you can't wait "^^ Also, welcome, new reviewer!

Unknown: Glad you got your laptop back, your reviews are really nice and sweet and other mushy gushy stuff :) Thank you on the time-skip idea; I didn't know whether or not to do so. A good question, my dear Unknown, and you are correct. I tried place myself back in that time frame and feeling the things people of the time were feeling. Like many other kids, Kiba was told by numerous people that Northerners were bad people i.e. Zaku's tale of the Northerner that could kill you just by touching you so to be told suddenly that they are "intruding" into his school, I thought Kiba would react thus. Thank you, my dear reader! (Please ignore my babbling; I like to talk!)

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I would like to apologize for not updating for almost two months, more so since this chapter has been done for over a week. The reason for that was me sitting on it then coming back to it to see if it was any good. Thank you!

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6:20pm, Thursday, October Eighth, 1964

Strange things have been happening and I could only wonder why. Why me? I was, of course, stuck in an unknown shack of a room with a Northerner. Also, I did not have my trusted revolver. Mysterious room plus no gun equals mad Kiba. To top the bizarre mix of events, the moronic pink-haired sloth was speaking to me as if I was under her. Great…

I forwent the proper greeting as I stared silently right into the Northerner's disgusting apple green eyes. Her face brought a disgruntled look upon my face. Her skin was far too pale and with her light rosy hair, she looked like she should be in some sort of alien planet instead of earth. I do not come in peace; I could almost hear the wisps of the thought escape from her mind.

The Northerner and I lapped in the silence that had overcome us with great uneasiness. Our postures were stiff as we waited, waited for the other to speak but unwilling to do so ourselves.

The female was the first to crack. She sighed, glancing briefly to the door that had somehow shut. "You will be sleeping here for the night," She spoke matter-of-factly. Before I could protest she held up her smooth creamy hand. I gazed at it with a sudden wanting but quickly shook it off. I decided, instead, to glare menacingly at her which was returned with the same amount of hate.

"I don't like this any more than you do but that is what my ma wishes. If it were up to me, Southerner, I would have you hung by your toes in the middle of the street and let the rats take care of you so don't push your luck." I knew right away she was not kidding. I would not put it passed her. Northerners were unpredictable and favor violence and brutality. It was probably something she grew up on and with that kind of experience she was more dangerous than facing angry Zaku without a gun.

She turned to leave but I stopped her with a firm hand on her wrist. The Northerner gazed at me confusedly and I could not help the witty smirk that made its way to my face. "You ain't leaving my side until I leave this God forsaken place."

I felt her shudder against my hand. Whether it was of fear or not, I did not know. All I did know was I kind of liked making her shake. "What's your name?" I inquired. I hazily recalled her mother shouting it earlier but, to me, their names were all the same.

The Northerner stared at me for the longest time. A Southerner normally did not ask for a Northerner's name and I just realized how strange it was.

"Sakura," she whispered. Her hot-headedness hastily disappeared and was replaced with the oddly cute meekness.

I nodded, branding the name into my brain. For some reason, I did not want to forget her name. It was strange on my tongue. I tested her name slowly before even thinking of putting it in a sentence. "Nice to meet you, Sakura, I'm Kiba." We shook each other's hand and both hurriedly pulled back when a strong zap sizzled against our hands.

I gazed at my hand in wonder. Smack dab in the palm of my hand, tiny black dust formed a small dot. It looked as though it had been burned. "How peculiar."

7:20 a.m., Friday, October Ninth, 1964

Dosu sped into the school's gated courtyard. He ran up to the barren pear tree I sat under. The expression of relief as well that of rage brimmed his face. "Where the hell have you been?" he bellowed with a great kick to my stomach.

"We were worried sick about you! We called your mother to see if you where home but you weren't. We spent the whole night trying to find you so don't give me that hey crap!" I remained silent while he yelled at me. At the immature bastard comment, I had to bite my lip as to not laugh.

Kin and Zaku arrived by the tree once Dosu finished his rant. Kin glared at me like my ma normally would if I did something wrong. "Don't do that ever again, do you hear me?" Kin scolded, hitting her hand hardly on the top of my head.

I winced but did not complain. I did deserve it for making her worry. Zaku was the only one who did not lay a hand on me. He stood at a respectful distance behind Kin. A gaze of annoyance salted his eyes. Zaku had something to say but he waited.

The warning bell had rung when Dosu and Kin were done with me. Throughout the entire lecture, I did not say one word nor was I actually listening. I kept having random bursts of memories of the night before.

Last night was one of the most puzzling and odd things that I had ever done. Sakura's soft lips and smooth breast humbled me with their satisfying taste. I knew what I did last night was wrong not just on the fact that she was a Northerner but the fact that we did it not out of love but out of lust.

The every thought of it made my hands sweat. I bit my lip as I got up from my spot at the pear tree. I glanced behind me to the pear tree. It gazed slightly back with a wise expression. I had spilled my guts earlier to that tree for I found that perhaps it was the only one that would not judge me on the sinful secret I shared.

I was kind of edgy every time Zaku would peek back at me as we graced the halls. I did not know what he had to say but I knew it had to do with last night. I wondered if I had been found out by one of the neighboring Northerners and it spread through the grapevine that I had done something I should not have.

I nearly whimpered when Kin and Dosu left and Zaku and I headed to the same class alone. It was at that point when our friends were already out of sight-far too quickly, I noticed with great disappointment—did Zaku's piercing glare embed itself onto me.

What is he gonna say? What is he gonna say? Oh God, please don't let it be about last night!

I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for the unbearable thing he had to say. I hoped it was just something about a job we had to do or another of the sort but I was not foolish enough to believe my own lies.

"You had sex with a Northerner," the Abomi told bluntly. He did not wait for me to respond before he continued. "I can see the guilt on your face. I will not tell Killer Bee as long as you don't do it again. And open your eyes, you nincompoop!" Without waiting for me, he sped up and walked to class without me.

I was left with only my thoughts as I comprehended what was said. Was it really that obvious?

Later… At the Court Side Bar

I hastily past the occupants in the outer room, not wanting them to notice me in case of them seeing what Zaku saw. I nodded with my face covered with the shadows of my Fedora to Baki whilst he opened the hatch. When I walked into the back room, that familiar stench of men sweat and cigars filled my nostrils. In an odd way that smell soothed me, opposite of in my youthful days when the very thought of the smell would send me deep into a hole.

Killer Bee along with a fair crowd of underlings was seated around a huge round table. When the Mob Boss saw me, he waved me over with an excited grin. "Hey, Kiba!" Killer Bee greeted as he slapped my back roughly. "Did you come to watch me beat these sorry bastards?"

The Mob Boss guffawed along with the few men that did not take offense of being call sorry bastards. He raised his beer bottle and clunked it good-naturedly with some new subordinate.

I gazed hesitantly at the other mobsters in the room. I needed to tell him about last night but I could not tell him here. These men all held fake smiles and disarming expressions and I did not trust any of them. "Hey," I awkwardly dragged out, still glancing around the room.

Killer Bee noticed my nervousness right away. He raised a quirked eyebrow. Narrowing his eyes, Killer Bee leaned into me. "What is it, my boy?" he questioned. His long dark face filtered any suspicious notation, though, his voice consisted more on the dangerous side.

My sudden appearance had unintentionally caused the surrounding mobsters to take upon dubious faces. I was not very well liked in the Mob because it was said I was doing fishy activities in the North Side, however, I had yet to learn of this claim at the time.

I shook my head at Killer Bee's guarded face. "It's something I can't talk 'bout with your guests." I gestured my head to the men glowering secretively at me from behind playing cards.

My father figure nodded in understanding. Without saying anything to me, he pushed all of his well earned chips into the middle of the table. "I'm all in, boys! You're gonna need some luck 'cause I might just have the best cards I have ever gotten in my life!"

Contrary to the first time I came here back when I was nine, Killer Bee was now a very infamous poker player and seeing as the longest time these guys had been here was three months meant he had it in the bag.

One after the other, the Mobsters folded their cards with disgruntled looks on their faces. Killer Bee grinned but not after sharing a sly look with Asuma and me. Giving the cards to an amused Asuma, the Mob Boss got up, bid a farewell to his companions and left for his office. I trailed right along behind him.

Killer Bee did not have to ask for me to take a seat for I already was sitting. He propped himself at the end of his mighty over-sized chair which with him sitting on it looked like it was merely average. Twisting and binding his fingers together, the Mob Boss beady eyes stared emotionlessly upon me.

In that frame shot, he shattered any rumor that said he was anything but the merciless and cunning Mob Boss he was. I was still in awe of his ability to intimidate even when he did not try to. I gulped down the growing ball in my throat raucously. My palms sweated as I hesitantly opened my dry mouth to speak. "I need to tell you something… It's kind of bad and I don't know if you are going to like it but… I-"

Fate seemed to be on my side today for just as I was going to confess, Asuma broke through the poorly made wall having been thrown by one of the newer mobsters. Apparently, a fight had broken out after Killer Bee handed the cards to Asuma and another member saw them and found they were horrible cards and called foul.

Killer Bee jumped from his seat, not bothering to pull out his gun. "We'll talk later!" he hollered to me as he raced through the opened wall, hundreds of soldiers staunch upon his back.

You never messed with Killer Bee when he was talking to his son as the mobsters soon found out. Twelve men were sent to the hospital that day though one almost went to the morgue but Killer Bee was not sweet enough to let that happen.

I was saved by fate twice now, the first being when I did not snitch on Killer Bee all those years ago and that spared my life and the second right now with stalling my confession. Perhaps it was a sign telling me not to tell him before it was time. I do not know what time that would be but for right now, I was feeling like one lucky son of a gun.

All to do now was face ma and her wrath. I could not think of what she would do to me after I did not come home the night before but like all things with ma, it was not gonna be pretty.