Kiba, Kiba, Kiba. Damn it, does my life seem to revolve around Kiba lately? If this was one of my mother's romance novels I'd go on an internal rant about how mere image of him brightened up my day and reminded me why I bothered living. I'd say he was the air I breathed, the very blood in my veins. I'd say Kiba was the reason my food tasted good, the reason my body took in water, the base reason I did anything at all. Kiba was simply my everything.
Except this isn't one of those stupid novels and quite frankly I'm sick of Kiba. This must be what peoples mean by love-sick. If I looked in the dictionary would I see the definition I was thinking of? Love sick: (adj) to be so in love that one hates the object of their affections for taking up so much of their mental capacity for such an insane amount of time.
Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, Kiba, Yuki, Ki-
Yuki?
The infestation of Kiba thoughts had taken over so completely the little bursting bubbles of nothingness thoughts lasted me all the way from home to school. Somehow the petty thoughts of how amazing Inuzuka Kiba is and how sick of him I've made myself made it so from the moment I got out of bed until I walked through the school doors I didn't notice a thing. No doubt things would have continued like that until someone ran into me (or me them) but Yuki appeared down the hall, heading directly towards me.
Yuki. Hashi Yuki. From the get go she's been a problem for me, meaning for six-seven months she's been on the top of my annoying—and watch out for—list. She's gone from crazy fan to dumped drama queen out to get me and when I tried to appease her I'd let slip a huge secret. I still haven't figured out what Yuki had in mind for that information. What she could do with it honestly scared me. Hopefully she's gotten over the shock that I'm gay and I can somehow convince her to keep that-
She walked right past me and into the classroom as if I was the quiet classmate she's never had anything to do with. True, I never expected to get so much as a glance from her, I hadn't gotten one in a long while, but still she always had some reaction to my presence. The silent-you-don't-exist treatment was such a step up from the air of depression she had before. Still, I guess she's a long way off from letting me approach her.
I got the distinct impression that something good had happened to her. Not that I have any right to know. Not that I really care to know. It was just interesting to note.
I followed her into the classroom, took my seat and waited for the usual to happen: either Choji would continue to try and convince me about Kiba, Naruto would try to sneak up on me and start talking my ear off or class would start. Just then Choji walked in with his dreamy I-have-the-girl-of-my-dreams-drool-at-my-happiness look on his face and his amethyst-eyed girl on his arm. Naruto was chatting to one of his friends from the older grade—Tenten I think it was. I sighed; I'm waiting for the teacher.
My eyes wandered back to Yuki, my bored mind reverting back to my previous train of thought. She was flipping her hair happily over her shoulders and gushing to Ino about something. She had that same love-struck look her and Ino wore on a regular basis, though her eyes had a faraway look about them. She must have found a new guy to chase; that would explain her total joyousness.
With a passionate laugh Yuki turned partially around—and our eyes met. I tensed, immediately wanting to look away; wanting to make it look like I just happened to glance her way in that particular instance. I waited too long; I couldn't look away without being suspicious. Besides, Yuki had a look in her eyes that said she knew I'd been watching her. It seemed like such a long time before Yuki freed me from her gaze. I immediately looked away, but curiosity drove me to look back. Yuki was waving off Ino's questioning look.
Momentary terror took over me when Yuki started to skip in my direction. It took nothing more than a calming breath to push that away; why would Yuki suddenly decide that I'm worth talking to again?
The terror came right back when Yuki, with an evil female smile, dropped into the seat in front of me and twirled to look me in the eye.
"I'll forgive you." She announced. Strangely enough, I found I was happy to hear those words, "On one condition." Not what I wanted attached to those first words.
I did want the forgiveness and closure, so I said, "What?"
She giggled heinously, and leaned in close, "Tell me who you like." The horror must have shown on my face, she giggled again, "I promise I won't tell anyone."
"No, I don't care what you say I won't tell you."
"Come on, I'll do anything. Even give a blood pact or something!" As if she'd really ruin her perfect skin for a blood pact.
"No."
"Come on, at least give me a hint. I'll totally forgive for a hint."
"…A hint? That's all?" Was I really this desperate for females to acknowledge me again?
"Yeah, and it's not like you're telling me a name or anything." She leaned closer as if she thought I'd actually tell her anything.
Then I realized the smartest thing to do would have been to deny having anyone like that from the very beginning. I guess I could start that ruse now, but it would look like I wanted to get rid of her quickly at best. Not to mention I doubt she'd take that and leave like Shino did. Knowing woman, she'd put all her efforts into getting that name out of me.
Another option was to stay quiet, maybe try to subtly change the subject and keep Yuki off the topic until Iruka-sensei came in. Would she bring it up later? Hunt me down for an answer? Ino would, if she actually knew anything she thought she did. Yuki wouldn't put up with silence as an answer, would she?
So that just left me the hint option. It was the only way to get what I wanted from her but not give out too much information. What kind of hint could both appease Yuki and keep Kiba's identity away from her female mind?
"Come on. I promise, promise, promise I won't tell a soul. Not even my cat will know."
No choice. "Fine."
She squealed, squirming in her seat like a little kid getting cake. "Who is he?" She was way too excited about this.
"You're only getting a hint." I felt the need to remind her. No sense having her spazz for not getting a name. "He…"
"He?"
"…So you have a cat?" I didn't have a hint, not that I really wanted to give her one anyway.
"Don't you change the subject!" She squealed angrily. It was loud enough to even draw the attention of a few peoples. I stayed silent and endured her piercing look until the stares abated.
"He doesn't have a cat." I told her offhandedly.
"So?"
"So there's your hint."
"That's not a hint! At least half the class doesn't have cats! It needs to be at least a little more specific!"
"…fine…" I bet 'specific' to Yuki was something like his name starts with K and ends with iba. "He doesn't like cats, like, at all. How's that?"
Her eyes narrowed, "No, no, no." She hissed, "It has to be something that's actually useful, even if it's vague."
Demanding. "He…he's kinda a playboy."
"A playboy?"
"He likes to flirt…with girls…" I hated having to admit that. It felt like I was telling her I have no chance with him.
She rolled her eyes, "Just like every other jock in the entire school. You have to have something better than that; something that limits the possible boys to at least a specific few." Whine, whine, whine. Would nothing please her? "Is he a jock? What team is one? What club is he in?"
What team is he on? If that would be enough for her, I guess it's not too specific. It still leaves a good dozen possibilities for her female mind to ponder. "Volleyball." I sighed.
Yuki blinked a few times as she processed that information. "Really?" He's on the volleyball team? And he's playboy and he's most likely a dog person…Who's on the volleyball team?" Suddenly she was mumbling to herself, using her fingers to check off names of jocks as she mentally ran through their qualifications.
I watched her look at an invisible list that floated in front of her. If she'd been asking about anything else it would have been amusing to watch her. "Is it Sasuke?" She exclaimed suddenly, her head jerking back to me. "He's the star of the volleyball team and he's always surrounded by girls, even if I wouldn't call that flirting…"
Sasuke? She thought I liked Sasuke? The very idea made me gag. Not that Sasuke wasn't appealing—Naruto was head over heels for him—just something about him totally turned me off. Maybe it's his better-than-you attitude. Maybe it was because, even though he wants Naruto just as Naruto wants him, he holds his image above even that—my opinion anyway. It might even simply be that he draws those troublesome women by the pack. Me and Sasuke, my face unwillingly scrunched up as I imagined it.
Yuki giggled, "Not Sasuke I take it. Let's see, anyone would think Choji, but he's no jock…" her lips pursed as she went back to her list.
Then the light of inspiration darkened her features; she should grow horns any second now. "Kiba!"
Too many hints. Damn. Keep the face straight. Don't be like with Sasuke and give away the truth. Straight face, straight face.
"It is, isn't it?" Yuki squealed. She got more than the horns, Yuki turned into the whole devil. "Oooh!"
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. In front of me Yuki was doing some evil little dance of victory. All I did was focus on my face and hopefully put some doubt in her mind. She made a few excited squeals, then found some way to calm her gossip filled head.
"I'll keep this to myself." She reminded me calmly as if I was the one freaking out—or as if she knew I was one the verge of secretly freaking out. No matter, she still couldn't keep herself from the beginnings of a giggle when she waved a goodbye and skipped back to her swarm of friends.
If it was any consolation Ino and friends had a confused look even long after Yuki had joined them. There was a possibly she hadn't spilled. Would she keep her word?
Troublesome woman.