By: Sly Omi
Disclaimer: As pertaining to all chapters herein: I, Omi, do solemnly swear that I do not, have not, and will not ever own any claim to copyrights of Naruto, either in manga or anime form, or any merchandise thereof. I am writing this for fun, not with the intention to make money.
Raiting: PG
Pairing(s): KibaNaru
Warning(s): You are reading this of your own free will. If yaoi or shounen-ai offends your sensibilites, turn ye back now. Failure to comply with this might result in your tender sensibilities being mortally offended, incurring mental trauma on your behalf. However, failure to comply with this also means that it's your own fault should that happen - I am morally obligated to do nothing about it other than laugh at you for not reading the warnings.
Author's Notes: deathrosekitty: Glad you still like 'em even without all the fluff! This one should more than make up for the previous drabble's lack of fluff, though.
It had been a boring lecture, Naruto remembered. Then again, he thought all lectures had been boring, so that wasn't saying much - but even Sakura-chan had been dozing off. Shikamaru was half-dead behind him, and Chouji was nearing the last of his chips - that ruled them out for anything. (Not like Shikamaru would actively do anything with him, anyway, but sometimes he could coerce the pony-tailed boy with promises of clouds.)
The blonde had sighed mentally; he'd be on his own again. Well, it was nothing new. And if he didn't get yelled at by the teacher for jumping up and running out in the middle of class, he'd get yelled at for dropping a pencil or something equally stupid. Naruto's jaw had clenched at that thought involuntarily- that decided it. He had readied himself to spring out of his chair ... and stopped; ears perking slightly.
To his left.
Naruto had looked warily over his shoulder. Inuzuka Kiba had grinned back at him, eyes flicking to the classroom door and back. Naruto had blinked. Then, slowly, had grinned in return and nodded once.
Two seconds later they were dashing out of the room, the teacher yelling at their rapidly retreating backs as they laughed happily. They were down the hallway and had leapt out of the window overlooking the forest before they could be caught, animal instincts taking over. They let themselves leap on each other and tackle each other, rolling along as pups would -Akamaru had even joined in, yipping in an approving manner.
And even though by mutual, silent agreement they had never spoken of it again (well, until after the third Chuunin exam preliminary), Naruto had always held the memory close to his heart.
He liked to think that Kiba had, too.
Author's Notes:This was based off the memory that Naruto has when he is attempting to learn the Rasengan (or, at least, I can't remember, but I'm pretty sure it is). He remembers sleeping with Shikamaru, eating behind his books with Chouji, and skipping class with Kiba, and then they got their lecture from Iruka about concentration using the leaf. They never showed you the circumstances as to why Kiba left with Naruto, nor what happened between them leaving and getting in trouble.