A/N Kiba's POV…it's a memory of his…
11. Memory
"Mama, you bandaged my arm too tightly," I whine.
She straightens up and gives me a dirty look. "Live with it, Kiba."
"Hey, Mama?" I venture.
"What is it?"
"What's wrong with that blond kid?"
She balls her hands into fists. "Which kid?" she growls.
"That Naruto kid. No one even goes near him."
"Don't talk to that—that—!" She cuts herself off.
"Why not?"
"Just don't!" she spits.
I nod, but I feel bad. Naruto's always alone. At least I have my mama and my sister and the dogs…
He has no one.
That must hurt. A lot.