Hey, we're just trucking right along aren't we! My friend drew some concept art for some of my characters (including June) and I am super excited about that! Only problem is that I have no idea how to upload it to the computer. Oh well, I would ask you guys for help, but I have no idea if y'all even read this boring intro. If you do, thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OCs, who you should all know by now. Enjoy!
Ya know, I thought three weeks alone without Kiba would've been scary and lonely, but it actually was really fun. Thanks to my dumpster diving and thrift shopping skills, I was able to get practically all the furniture and decorations needed for Rei's restaurant for close to nothing. We even had enough money to pay an artist to paint Tater on the windows and on the top parts of the glass door. I even managed to get the kitchen and the appliances up and running. It just passed city inspection and has been running pretty steadily for about three days now.
Rei was overjoyed. She was usually up front taking orders while Tater greeted each and every customer as they walked through the door. I spent most of my time fluttering in between cooking food in the back and delivering it to the customers out front. Truth be told, it was pretty exhausting work that left my ankles swollen and my feet pulsing, but it was worth it. It actually kinda reminded me of my first job back in my universe. Plus, we weren't exactly flooded with people. It was steady to say the least. I'm sure when the time called for it that we would hire new people and I wouldn't be working nine to practically midnight every day.
However, despite how busy I was with work, my new friends always made sure to pop in and give me some playtime. I saw Hinata practically every day. She even spent the night last night, which was surprising because I always thought that her father was very strict about her being outside of the compound unattended. Either way, I was happy for her company.
Kiba and I wrote each other regularly, too. Despite common belief, Kiba was actually a fairly competent writer. Now, I know that sounds harsh, but I never expected him to be able to express himself through words so well. I had always figured he was a rough and tough sort of guy who's feelings were expressed through battle or any other type of physical communication. But Kiba had surprised me with how he described his life away from me.
I kept all of his letters inside of a small metal lockbox under one of the floorboards here in the restaurant, since I couldn't risk him finding them at his house. It wasn't as if I was embarrassed by them or didn't like them. It was just I thought it was so cheesy to keep them that I wouldn't hear the end of it from Kiba.
Speaking of which, the only male Inuzuka that I knew of would be returning today. He didn't know that the restaurant was open and running, although he did know I was working here. He was proud of me, which made me feel all bubbly for some strange reason. Well, it wasn't really that strange. I had a crush and he was proud of something I was doing.
I hoped he would stop by and could see what I did to the once rundown establishment. Each wall was painted a different color: the front was canary yellow, to the right was turquoise, to the left was baby pink, and the back was a tropical green. None of the tables or chairs matched each other, which created a "charmingly eclectic look" according to one of our customers. I had also gathered lots of old glass bottles, frosted them with different colors, and painted white spirals on the sides. I had gathered so many bottles that they could be found everywhere: on the counter, on the tables, around the windows, and even on the walls.
We also strung white lights with multicolored paper shades across the ceiling, but we only turned those on at night. Rei had hung up some of her own original artwork on whatever space wasn't occupied by bottles. So, all in all, this place was pretty much the cutest place I had ever worked at.
What made it really great, at least in my opinion, was that Rei never made me wear a work uniform. All she asked was that I wear the white apron she bought for me. I didn't need much convincing to do that since the apron was just as cute as the rest of the restaurant. It tied just underneath my breasts and had a little pug patch stitched onto the pocket. I found it made me look skinnier and more feminine even with my hair tied into a low ponytail, which was good because these days I hardly ever wore my hair down anymore.
"So, June, isn't your dog boy coming home today?" Rei asked, as she pinned an order to the line, "You should be back at the house so you can greet him! Or, better yet, meet him at the main gate!"
I inspected the order before turning back to make the meal. It was easy enough; just a grilled cheese and tomato soup.
"Psh. Yeah, right." I scoffed as I pulled some bread from the bread box, "And leave you here all alone? After what happened last time?"
During the time I had been working in the functioning restaurant, I had taken only one day off to have a girl's day with Ino and Hinata. We were going to see the latest drama at the movie theatre, visit the hot springs, and then go back to Ino's for an evening of beauty and gossip.
However, on our way to the hot springs, my stomach demanded that it be fed. The other girls, who were also hungry, suggested that we go to my place of employment. I didn't see anything wrong with this, since I had practically designed the entire menu and knew everything was delicious, agreed and we all walked to the café only to see my poor, frazzled, and incredibly klutzy boss frantically darting from the kitchen, to the register, to the tables. The whole place smelled like burnt food and, needless to say, I didn't go to the hot springs or Ino's that night.
"Oh, yeah." Rei mused, adjusting her glasses, "I guess you're right."
I chuckled and placed the cheese sandwich on a hot frying pan, relishing in the sweet sizzle it made once bread touched hot butter.
"Besides, he knows I work here." I informed her, "He can come visit me here if he really missed me like he said he did."
"Yeah, you're right! Good for you, girl!" Rei cheered, giving me a thumbs up. I shook my head, turning my full attention to my sandwich. She probably thought I was playing hard to get or was somehow being feminist, but in all actuality I had always been taught and firmly believed that any meaningful relationship entailed making someone a part of your life, rather than making them your entire reason for being. True, if I hadn't been needed here or if I had someone to cover my shift, I probably would be waiting at the gate or cooking his favorite food back at the house. But, the reality was that I was needed here and when push came to shove, I needed this job in order to be independent in this world more than I needed a boyfriend.
After I delivered the sandwich and soup to the customer and went back to work on the new orders, Rei groaned loudly and slumped through the window that separated the kitchen from the counter in a child-like manner.
"Ugh! June, it's too quiet out here." she groaned, "Didn't you say you were gonna hook up your weird music player from another universe so we can have the most unique music in the village?"
I closed my eyes and nodded. I don't think Rei realized that putting together a restaurant was significantly easier for me than to hook up a piece of technology from another universe.
"That's gonna take longer than three weeks, boss." I told her. She sighed irritably.
"Well, can't you sing one of those weird songs? I'm bored."
I smirked. That was a claim Rei made often. I used to suggest that she could come back in the kitchen and learn a thing or two about cooking, but that was always met with a child-like tantrum. Even though she was an older lady, Rei still seemed like she was a child at heart.
"Pleeeeeeease?" she begged, causing me to break out in a fit of giggles. Now, I never claimed to be the best singer by far and I never liked to sing anywhere outside of my shower, but when the woman who signs your paycheck demands for you to sing, it seemed only right to oblige.
"What if everyone skipped down. Along the streets that run all throughout town." I sang cheerily as I moved about the kitchen, "Imagine if they met in the city's heart. And one by one they held hands as they gazed up at the night sky. If everyone would look around from where they stand. And open up and learn to give and take a chance."
I could practically hear the cheery J-pop in my ear. Yes, I was singing the English version, but hell the translation wasn't that bad. Besides, I couldn't sing the Japanese version even if I wanted to considering the extent of my knowledge on the language was 'baka', 'kawaii', 'senpai', and 'bonsai'.
The rhythm distracted me from my aching feet and I began to carry out my duties with a bounce to my step. I hardly even noticed when four new customers entered the store. I saw Tater bolt out through the specially made doggie door, but figured she just had to go to the bathroom.
I loaded up my tray with my prepared foods and practically danced my way out into the dining area. As I sang, I gracefully placed the food on each table. I was completely in the zone. Snow White didn't have shit on me.
"Order up, siren!" Rei yelled. I kept singing as I glided back to the kitchen. I felt amazing. It was almost like being on Cloud 9 and the best part was that I had gotten there all on my own.
"Then that would be hope to chase away my cries. So don't worry and move forward with your head held high. -Igh. -Igh."
Tater danced in between my legs, apparently finished taking care of her business. She probably wanted me to go clean it up, but I ignored her. I could pick it up after I make these orders.
"Pon Pon let it out. Come on let the crazy show. Because if you don't life would be so dull, you know. Headphones on my ears. Rhythm's got me jammin' here. Way way. Open road gotta make it on my own."
Yeah, even in English the song sounded kinda silly and maybe even a bit stupid, but dammit that is how I was feeling: silly and stupid, but the good kind of stupid, not the kind of stupid that made you want to rip your hair in frustration.
I quickly made the four orders with ease and stacked them on a tray. Then, with the expertise that can only be gained through five years of work in the food industry.
"Pon, pon can't you see boundless possibilities. Don, don hear that beat? Sounds like it's your heart to me." I continued, closing my eyes and setting the food down on the customer's table, "Poi, poi make a change. Throw bad history away. Slow and steadily. Ah-ah you make me happy."
And with that I opened my eyes to find myself face to face with the wolfish grin of Kiba Inuzuka. I nearly jumped right out of my skin out of both excitement, shock, and embarrassment.
"Kiba!" I squealed, throwing my arms around his neck. He laughed and wrapped his strong arms around my waist.
"Hey, Junebug. I didn't know you were a singer."
I blushed and pulled away from him, tucking a stray chocolate curl behind my ear.
"Yeah, well, I didn't think you would be-" my eyes caught sight of an unusual red. I turned my attention to the owner of the red and my heart practically stopped in my chest.
"Oh my God." I gasped, ears ringing and head spinning, "You're...you're...G..G..G...Ga-"
Now, let me explain before I keep going: I have a crush on Kiba Inuzuka. He's the kind of guy I would actually consider dating, going steady with, sleeping with, and maybe even build a future with. If I were the housewife, Gaara would be the shirtless Fabio on the cover of the smutty book I read religiously. I had romantic feelings strictly for Kiba, but meeting Gaara was like meeting that super hot celebrity you've admired from afar for a good chunk of your life.
"Oh my God." I said, growing more aware of this reality, "I was just singing that stupid song in front of-"
"I didn't think it was stupid." Kiba mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. I quickly reached over and grabbed the few fingers that stuck up from the muscular barrier. I gave them a squeeze to let him know he was the one I was romantically focused on and I think he understood, considering his demeanor dramatically brightened. I had explained my whole weird thing with Gaara to him through one of our letters. He thought it was kinda dumb, but not completely unrelateable. He told me that he would probably be a bit flustered around a female celebrity who stars in a series of action flicks I'm not familiar with here.
"I liked your singing." the red headed Kazekage spoke. Oh goodness, his voice was even more perfect and sexy in person. I willed myself not to turn into a squealing mess. All I needed to do was focus and get used to it so Kiba wouldn't think I was lying just to play him. That was the last thing I wanted.
"Oh, um, thank you, Gaara. I mean, Kazekage. I mean-"
"Gaara's just fine." he told me, a small smirk played on his thin lips. He wasn't cocky by any means. If anything, he seemed flattered. I smiled back, pulling my hand out of Kiba's grip to rub the back of my head sheepishly.
"Sorry, I'm so starstruck. I've just always admired you and your story and your work as Kazekage." I quickly apologized before addressing the other siblings, "I've admired you guys as well."
"Though, not as much right?" Kankuro teased. Temari pinched his arm roughly.
"Idiot! She apologized! And what have I told you about being rude to people in charge of our food?!" she chided him before turning to me, "Don't mind him. He's still getting used to our little brother being the superstar."
I smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed.
"Well, don't worry. You guys got your food before I knew it was you."
Akamaru barked loudly from outside, scratching the window longingly. If he wasn't so big, we could let him in. However, since he was I waved and blew a kiss to him.
"Tater'll meet you around back, buddy!" I called to him. He barked in response and leapt out of site. Tater yipped happily and scrambled to get back there before he did.
"Wow, when you said you finally found a girl who got you, you weren't kidding." Kankuro commented, raising a cup of ice tea to his lips.
"A girl who gets you?" I questioned the young Inuzuka "I don't even get myself."
His face went from tan to blood red in a matter of seconds. Poor guy. Looks like someone just spilled some guy gossip; which I think goes against the Bro Code.
"And you wonder why I never talk to you." Kiba spat, picking up his roast beef sandwich and taking a huge bite.
"Ha! As if you can resist not talking to me!" Kankuro replied jovially. I giggled. I know plenty of fangirls back home who would go nuts over this tiny interaction.
Wow, meeting the Sand Siblings and managing to maintain some kind of composure when confronted with Gaara. Talk about a great day!
"Don't ya wanna sit down, June?" Kiba asked me from the kitchen table where he sat with feet propped up. I was sure he would never have them up there if his mother were here, but I could understand his desire to be free within his home so I didn't address it.
"Of course, but this steak isn't going to cook itself." I insisted with a proud smile. I had managed to scrounge up enough tip money to make a significant purchase. On that fateful day, I went to the butcher and I picked out the two most perfect cuts of steak he had to offer.
Kiba groaned and I could hear him slump across the table. It was an unusual feeling to have someone actually want to spend time with me without any anterior need or motive, but I loved it even though I wasn't quite sure how to respond to it.
"Why don't you go play with Akamaru and Tater Tot outside?" I suggested, "This is only gonna be about twenty more minutes."
"Nah. Those two need their alone time." he replied. I rolled my eyes. Those two were probably knee deep in some kind of mischief. After my equally busy and eventful day, mischief was exactly the opposite of what I wanted to get into. I mean, I was still wearing my clothes and apron from this morning when I should've been in sweats and an oversized shirt by now.
"So, how was Suna?" I asked, joining him at the table. By now, the steak could be cooked unattended.
"Sandy." he joked. I giggled and smacked his arm playfully.
"Nah, it was alright. It's not Kohona, ya know?" he said. I nodded.
"Well, duh." I chuckled, my eye getting caught on a tiny fuzz ball on top of Kiba's head. I reached over and plucked it off, amazed at how soft his hair was.
"I bet it's beautiful, though." I mused, rubbing the tiny ball in between my fingers. I thought about the pictures of the desert from my world. Even with barely any foliage or animal life, the sandy biome was always so beautiful, especially at sunset or sunrise. All of those bright colors dancing across the glittering sand made my heart feel as if it were buried inside the just warming minerals.
"It was." Kiba agreed. I could feel his eyes on me, so I turned my attention to him and let the fuzz ball fall to the floor. His gaze was surprisingly intense. He must've found something in that desert other than a small village. I just wish I knew what that was.
"So, you really have blossomed in the past three weeks." he commented after a few seconds of silence. I could feel a blush creep on my cheeks and immediately glued my eyes to the floor as I rubbed the back of my head.
"Well, I mean, it was mostly because of Rei. If I didn't find that place, I don't think I would've been half as occupied as I was." I explained.
"Sure you would've. You just would've been busy having fun instead of working." he insisted. My eyes rolled and I scoffed, untying my apron and folding it over the back of the chair in which I sat.
"I'm serious!" Kiba added, "Didn't you have fun hanging out with Hinata when she came over?"
Somehow, I had a feeling he had something to do with Hinata's frequent visits to the Inuzuka compound. She was my friend, so I knew her visits weren't solely because Kiba told her to. But it was when she started asking if I was cold at night or if Tater had enough food stocked up that I began to sense that Kiba was using her as an inside source just in case I wasn't being truthful in my letters.
"Of course I did!" I replied, "I even hung out with Ino, too! It's just...well...it's easier for my mind to get lost when I'm completely occupied with work rather than when I'm out with friends."
Kiba nodded in understanding.
"I can understand that."
I had a feeling he really did know exactly what I was talking about. Actually, I knew a lot of the ninjas here knew what I was talking about. So many of the flashbacks I had seen of these characters in depressing situations had to do with them retreating into their training in order to take their mind off the pain. It seemed to me that they believed that if they were physically stronger, then the pain wouldn't be able to hurt them anymore; which I knew wasn't the case by far.
I smiled as the timer rang out, signaling that our dinner was finally completed. As if on cue, the giant Akamaru and the tiny Tater burst through the doggie doors and were clamoring all over me and each other vying for one or both of the perfectly cooked meat.
"Hey! Y'all got your own food!" I shouted over the barking, holding the hot tray high above my head. The canines didn't relent. They must've been too blinded by the scent of freshly cooked meat to heed my commands.
"Ah!" I squealed, almost loosing my balance, "Kiba! Help!"
"Akamaru! Tater! Sit!" he barked, standing up and slamming an open palm on the table.
Immediately, the dogs planted their rears on the ground. I may have been good with dogs, but there was a reason why the Inuzukas had made it into a staple of their clan and I think I just personally witnessed a small part of it.
"Now you two go eat your food and maybe you can have something special later." Kiba instructed. Akamaru barked and nudged Tater gently with his large muzzle, letting her know it was ok. I watched, mesmerized by what had just occurred, and set the meat down on the dining table.
"Wow. That was something else." I complimented as I sat down. Kiba shrugged and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a small bottle of what I presumed to be sake out.
"That wasn't anything too spectacular." he replied, retrieving two tiny cups from the cabinet, "You just gotta have the right tone."
I shook my head.
"Nah, I used to train puppies to be service dogs and there is way more to it than just having the right tone."
Kiba seemed somewhat surprised. He sat in his usual seat next to me and poured us each a glass of sake.
"You trained dogs? I didn't know that."
I shrugged and held up my glass to his with a small clink.
"Yeah. It was hard though. I never wanted to see any of them leave." I remembered, taking a small sip of the sweet rice wine.
"I can only imagine." he replied, "But it was still good of you to train them to help others."
He tossed back the sweet beverage with ease. It was too quiet in here. I should've put on the radio or something. I could hear Akamaru and Tater nibbling their food, softly whining and grunting as if they were telling each other about their day.
"I wonder what their talking about." I said, watching Tater's curly tail as it bounced happily, "I mean, I usually am a pretty good judge as to what Tater wants to say, but I've never actually been able to understand her completely, ya know?"
Kiba nodded and picked up a slice of steak with his chopsticks.
"It's actually not far from what we're talking about. Akamaru is telling Tater about this huge desert spider he squished." he explained. I nearly spat out my sake.
"Huge?! Spider?!" I exclaimed, rethinking my whole view on the desert. Kiba laughed heartily as he passed the steak in between his lips.
"Yeah! They're huge over there! And harry and-" he paused when he noticed my skin starting to pale.
"Oh, right...you hate bugs...sorry." he apologized.
"Spiders are my kryptonite." I replied, trying to make a joke of it. His eyebrow raised and he appeared confused.
"My weakness." I elaborated. His confused expression remained. I supposed he wanted a more literal explanation as to what exactly kryptonite is.
"In my universe, we have this guy named Superman...well...that's not entirely true. Is name is Clark Kent, but his superhero name is Superman." I told him, "Anyways, he's kinda like me. He wasn't from earth, but this planet called Krypton. To make a long story short, Krypton was blown up by this evil guy and Superman's parents sent him off the planet in an escape pod."
I paused, wondering if my planet had been blown up and the whole multidimensional travel thing was some kind of twisted plan by my parents set up long ago to save me in such a situation.
Probably not. Those thoughts were too confaluded and full of holes that dismissing them was as easy as shaking my head.
"He traveled for a very long time until his alien technology picked up a planet that would be suitable for living on and, well, long story short that planet was my Earth." I continued.
"So just what did this super man do?" Kiba asked, snatching up another bit of steak. I could sense a smidge of jealously in his tone.
"Well, first off, let me clarify that he's not real. He's just something someone made up." I explained, "And secondly, he did lots of things. He saved the world a bunch of times. He can fly, shoot lasers out of his eyes, move faster than the speed of sound, and is basically the strongest being ever."
"So...what does this all have to do with kryptonite?" he asked. I gasped and blushed at my foolishness.
"Oh! I'm sorry! Well, um, remember I said Krypton was blown up?"
He nodded.
"Right, well the bits of planet are basically kryptonite. They're the one thing that can make Superman powerless."
"Ah, I see."
The meat was gone now, but Kiba seemed intent on the two of us finishing the small bottle of sake. Even though I'm not much of a drinker, I reasoned that a splitting a small bottle of rice wine wouldn't be too detrimental to my being.
I watched carefully as he refilled each of our glasses. I could hear the sound of dog paws, one heavy and one light, trotting up the stairs. I began to wonder just how late it was. I didn't mind spending late nights with Kiba, but I did enjoy sleeping and would like to do that some time tonight.
We didn't talk about Superman anymore. Instead, we talked about the little things such as how I managed to make the house look like a home instead of the aftermath of some natural disaster. It amazed me that he was so fascinated by a couple of home remedies when he could literally fuse his body with his dog. I guess he excelled in a more military line of work and that's why certain things like what kind of floor polish should be used for different types of floors befuddled him. Or maybe I was just a homebody with unusual interests.
We found ourselves in his bedroom after the sake was finished. I was surprised at how helpful he was as far as the clean up went. Perhaps he was more likely to assist when someone wasn't screaming at him or berating him.
"So, why'd you do it?" Kiba asked me as he peeled his fishnet shirt off his muscular body. I held the large (well, what I perceived as being large) pouch of fat on my stomach self-consciously. It was the result of spending most of my college years holed up in my room, eating junk food, and then relying on other supposed friends to accompany me to the gym.
"You mean clean the house?" I questioned, gathering my pajamas up in my arms and rising from the now spotless floor. To be honest, I don't know what drove me to clean the house to the extent that I had. I mean, my home back in my universe was clean, but it was by no means as clean as the Inuzuka house was now.
"I dunno." I replied with a shrug, "I guess now that I'm here in this new world, I want to make a new me."
Kiba frowned and flopped onto his bed alongside Akamaru and Tater. He clicked the TV on and yawned.
"Well, you shouldn't be someone you're not. Even if you are in a completely new place. Remember," he reminded me with a cocky wink, "I liked you back when you were stuck in your pjs and covered in dirt."
I blushed and dismissed him with a soft snort. I trotted down the hall towards the bathroom to get changed and ready for the evening.
After I peeled off my green t-shirt, I stopped and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hands glided across the soft cotton of my bra and over the skin of my breasts down until they found my stomach, which protruded outwards slightly. In my reflection, the pocket of fat didn't look that bad. However, as soon as I looked down, I noticed just how tightly these pants fit me. I didn't have a perfect figure like many of the girls here. I couldn't punch craters in the earth or run a hundred laps around the village with ease.
"I just love food too damn much." I grumbled to myself. I stooped down and snatched my oversized t-shirt from the bathroom floor and pulled it over my head. With all of this cloth, I didn't feel so bad. What laid underneath was completely a mystery.
The pants were next to go and I'm not even going to think about how much I hated my thick thighs and wide hips. I touched the light pink scars gingerly as if they were still fresh. I didn't even hate my scars anymore. I didn't like them either. They were just another part of me that I couldn't change.
"So, about our date," Kiba shouted to me from his room "Did you still wanna go to that sushi place?"
My stomach gurgled beneath me. I was still too full to even think about eating any more, but I knew in the next day I would be rearing to go for sushi.
"Of course. That is, unless it's too expensive or something." I replied, exiting the bathroom. I had always been taught that sky's the limit when it came to places to have a date, but I always found that so unreasonable. I mean, I know I wouldn't like to spend a hundred dollars for a meal. So, expecting others to do so for my sake seemed a bit hypocritical. But, hey, I'm no dating expert. Maybe shit like that actually helps the relationship. I'm just saying it's just another one of my weird quirks.
I was once again confronted with Kiba's perfectly sculpted and lightly tanned abs upon reentering the bedroom. Only someone with such a perfect body and face like him could make lounging in bed while watching tv look like it should be in Playgirl magazine.
Thankfully, I had my baggy clothes to protect him from witnessing in all my flabby glory. Sure, most girls around here probably wore cute nightgowns or even short shorts with a perfectly appropriate tank top, but not this girl.
"Of course not." Kiba told me, giving the space next to him a light pat so that I'd lay next to him, "I made sure I had enough before I took Gaara and his siblings to watch your singing debut."
My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I took my place next to him. Tater hopped happily into the crook of my side and Akamaru groaned contentedly as he rested his massive head on my shoulder. Without the two boys, the bed was huge. Now, it might as well have been my twin bed from college.
"I guess you were so blown away by my singing that you forgot to set an actual day for said date?" I questioned, trying to let the whole singing thing blow away in the night breeze.
It was his turn to blush and he scratched his chocolate locks sheepishly.
"Yeah, I guess that is one thing I forgot about." he admitted, "I kinda need to make reservations for it. But don't worry, I should be able to get something for the day after tomorrow."
"You mean tomorrow?" I asked, pointing at the clock. Kiba stared at the device as if it were dancing and telling him he was originally born as a woman. His eyes rolled down at me.
"Ya know, I never had such an issue with keeping track of time until you came along." he chided me with a soft tweak to my nose.
"Oops, well, my bad." I apologized with a soft giggle "Maybe I should go sleep in my own room then."
"No!" he exclaimed, obviously more desperately than he intended. His blush deepened immensely and his eyes left me in order to inspect the television screen.
"I like it when you're here." he relented "You make this place feel less empty."
I could practically feel my body lifting off the mattress. If Akamaru's head wasn't on my shoulder and Kiba's arm wasn't around my torso, I probably would've floated off into the ceiling. I felt useful; which was one of the best feelings in the world because that meant my life had a purpose for someone even if I didn't exactly know what that purpose was.
"Fine." I pretended to sigh as if I was doing a favor as I turned out the light, "I suppose I will stay."
I could see the youngest Inuzuka's face light up as he flashed his famous wolfish grin down at me. I could see something in his eyes. It was strange, but warm. I couldn't tell if it was a trick of lighting or if I was just imagining it, but it almost seemed as if he was just started to feel something stronger than whatever it was before I laid down next to him.
"Thanks, June bug."
My name sounded like the warm hearth of a fireplace whenever it rolled off of his tongue. I had almost forgotten how much I liked him saying it. But, things were getting too intense for my liking. I didn't want to start spewing my guts to him and risk ruining everything. So, naturally, I decided to rat on him about my favorite thing in his room.
"You're so lucky to sleep under the stars every night." I teased, "I bet you're the envy of every boy in day care."
"Screw you." he said, mocking my teasing tone. He added another arm to my body and squeezed me so close to his body that I could no longer look at his face; not that I minded much. I let my eyes close and followed the sound of his steady heartbeat and the soft drone of the television out the open window and into the stars.
Song(s) Used:
Pon Pon by Kyary Pamyu Pamyu