Enptisu: HEY GUYS! Wow, I'm SO HAPPY! Phew, that really is a mood-booster for me. Thanks SO MUCH, you guys! I'm sorry for not being quick with updates, read my bio for an excuse. As always, responses and whatnot are at the end... (I had a dream Kiba saved me from certain death hahahah).

Warnings: Hm... Language and suggestive themes? I think. Well, to me it's not really that suggestive, but just in case . . .

Claim: My plot.

Chapter Eight
A Day With . . .

Again, he woke up alone and in the dark. Kiba was getting really sick of the whole "hostage" routine. He had lost track of how long he had been a captive at a week. He lost hope of counting—what was the point if no one was coming?

Surprisingly enough though, Kidoumaru hadn't visited him in around two days. Kiba was guessing it was two days—sometimes he fell asleep during the day? and lost track of time even more. Tayuya was the one who had been grudgingly giving him his mediocre meals, and even though she was more harsh than the spider, she was more fun to annoy. Sure, she hurt a lot, but sometimes it was almost worth it to hear her cry of frustration.

All Kiba had to do was give a (as bloody as it may be) haughty grin and the girl was already too annoyed.

Sometimes the musician and he would talk. Mostly they were empty threats or snide come-backs, but there were times when the two were on the dancing on a line of civility. Of course, those times didn't last long and the conversations weren't that important. They would talk about the food or perhaps the lack of light in the room.

Then, Tayuya would suddenly remember what she was doing, and throw something at him. That, or she would hurt him in some other way. Kiba snorted at her immaturity. It wasn't his fault she was losing track of her so-called "duty."

He had learned she was eighteen and had been working for her master for around nine years. She hated almost everything and cussed way too much (for a girl at least). Tayuya knew how to play the flute, obviously, but she had never played it for or to Kiba. Inuzuka was glad—he didn't really want to die just yet, no matter what he said or thought.

His door was hastily opened and Kiba winced at the light which stomped in. Tayuya slammed his tray onto his lap, unlocked his restraints, and sat her butt down in her own metal chair. Kiba rubbed his sore wrists and aimed an annoyed glance the young woman's way.

"What the hell's got your panties in a bunch today?" he asked her, grimacing at the horrible victuals. Obviously, they were leftovers of someone's steak and mashed potatoes. Kiba wasn't going to complain more though.

"Shut up and eat your damn food!" the musician spat at him. She crossed her arms and legs and shot a deadly glare to the wall. Kiba chewed at the beef and put the crooked fork down. Tayuya only sat like a girl when she was really pissed.

"Alright, your choice," he said shrugging. Kiba had a plan . . . one that always worked.

"You wanna know?" Tayuya shouted, throwing her hands up into the air. Kiba shrugged indifferently. His casual indifference would always throw her off.

"We were supposed to kill off your little girlfriend, right? Obviously we screwed up," she started, glaring at him. Kiba glared right back at the mention of Hinata. "And now that we've been trying to erase our tracks—you know, that damn Hyuga Neji has been on our asses—a certain bastard has decided to make a comeback!"

Kiba almost laughed. One thing about Tayuya that amused him was the fact that she could ramble on and on without losing her breath. He kept a straight face though.

"No shit, Neji's on your asses," Kiba muttered, ignoring a death glare, "He's in the ANBU unit of SHINOBI."

"Thanks for telling me, mutt, like I didn't know," Tayuya replied, sarcasm dripping off of every syllable. Kiba shoveled some mashed potatoes into his mouth and, after a while, swallowed.

"Who's the bastard that came back?" he asked her, taking a swig of water and chewing some more steak. The young woman rammed her foot into the ground.

"That damn Uchiha Sasuke!" she raged. Kiba's countenance was taken over with surprise.

"You mean the blind one?" he asked of her. When the red-head nodded, he returned his gaze back to the cracked plate and tray on his lap in wonder.

"He had a stupid operation done," the flutist muttered darkly. She flicked a bug off of her forearm. "He had a choice between normal eyes or those damn Sharingan and which do you think he chose?"

"The normal ones?"

"No, you idiot, he chose the Sharingan!" Tayuya stood up. The action made her chair fall back and lie pitifully on the cold floor.

". . . And that's a bad thing because . . .?"

"Because now he can fight against us, you dumb-ass!" she cried, pacing around the room. Her chest was heaving in anger and her fists were clenched in annoyance.

"Hmph," Kiba simply answered, finishing off his little dinner with a slight smirk. "That's what villains get."

"Oh, shut up," Tayuya voiced, rounding around to him. "It's all your fault we were held up!"

Kiba knew she was lying. It was their fault that he was here. All he was trying to do was celebrate turning nineteen with his buddies . . . He didn't tell them to attack, did he? Kiba kept quiet though, and watched as Tayuya leaned against a wall.

"You guys fought him before so why're you pussying out now?" he asked sarcastically. Hinata wasn't here at the moment so he had no reason to watch his slang or language. Tayuya threw an abandoned chicken bone at him in annoyance, but he caught it in his teeth.

"I a wutt, wewember?" Kiba reminded her, gesturing to the bone between his feral canines and winking. Tayuya had called him that so many times, he wondered how she could forget.

"Shut up!" she said, leaning her head back on the wall, frustrated but used to his antics. She closed her eyes as if waiting for death, and slid down to sit on the floor. "Orochimaru-sama thinks it's our fault that they're on our tails . . . And I'm not surprised if he'll kill us. He still has one other . . ."

Dog-boy raised a confused eyebrow as Tayuya trailed off, completely swept off to another world. He shook his head and set the now-empty tray down at his feet and yawned, very much resembling a dog.

Whatever, he thought. It's not my problem whether or not they die . . .

Kiba watched Tayuya, casually observing her. There wasn't really anything wrong with her physically speaking—at least for now. Her eyes were fierce and intense while her face was clearly defined. She was a little skinny, but he could handle that. There was a time when the red-head had threatened going to her second level, whatever that was. He had a feeling it wouldn't look pretty.

He reprimanded her choice of clothes though. The whole "tomboy" thing was working for her, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing. But with her wise-cracks and quick temper, she was amusing to have around.

And he never minded if a girl got a little rough.

The Inuzuka youth shook his head. I must have been here longer than I thought. I'm startin' to get desperate.

Tayuya snorted to herself as she walked behind him and smoothly whipped out something that looked like silk. The silk fell over his eyes and he smirked. "Gettin' a little kinky, eh, Ta — "

He was cut off as the knot the red-head was preparing was tied tightly. Kiba frowned at her painful actions and stood up at the queue of her hands. His own wrists were bound together, once again, with harsh rope. Kiba squirmed a little, testing the flexibility of his restraints.

"Now, this is a little too rough, don't you think?"

He grunted, then grimaced, when Tayuya adjusted the rope even tighter. The girl sighed and rubbed the spot between her eyebrows. "Orochimaru-sama wants to see you."

Kiba smirked in his pitch black night. "I can't wait to see the big honcho."

"You should use all the time you have to keep away from him, idiot . . ."

Tayuya said this so quietly—almost mentally— that even Kiba didn't hear her.

He wrinkled up his nose in utter disgust. The place smelled of grotesque herbs or plants of some sort. If Kiba didn't know better, he would've thought that whoever was in this room was trying to make some sort of fertilizer.

He grunted as he was pushed to his knees, head forced to face the floor. This Organ guy really had some type of superiority issue. The blindfold was easily torn off his face—which was a wonder in its self because Tayuya had tied it so tight—and Kiba slowly brought his mahogany eyes upward.

Long, sleek, ink black hair was falling over the leader's shoulders in a graceful mass. The man was pale, with high cheekbones and an interesting choice of make-up. A (no doubt) sadistic smirk was playing at his lips while he sat in his would-be throne. How does a metro sexual guy like this get all this power!

Before Orochimaru spoke, Kiba looked around the strange room. The windows behind the Ormand-something guy were covered in red tapestries, all of which had the look of being somewhat old but important. The whole of the room had no real furniture, save the leader's chair, and the walls were covered in red and green cloth. There were some places where fire was burning in wide goblets of sorts, illuminating the room.

What the hell kind of circus did I get captured by?

"So, this is the little pup," Orochimaru mockingly said, the smirk still on his features. Kiba wisely decided to keep his mouth shut for once. He hadn't had time to evaluate the snake-guy yet so he was going to let that 'pup' remark slide.

"Yeah, what do you want?" Kiba asked the head honcho. Orochimaru didn't let that little remark bother him.

"I hope you know we're going to kill you're little girlfriend," he said. It was so blunt that it pierced through the Inuzuka's senses. He stared up at the man and lunged at him. He was restrained by Tayuya and the spider guy.

"What the fuck did you just say!" Kiba fiercely growled, struggling against his humanoid restraints. The two guards did nothing but acknowledge his strength with tightened lips. Orochimaru seemed to derive joy from the young man's anger.

"I think you heard perfectly well what I said, pup," the older man replied easily, ignoring frustrated grunts coming from the feral young man. "With the Uchiha clan gone, the Hyuga is the last remaining prominent family of Konoha."

Kiba couldn't believe what he was hearing. This guy was a total psycho! "Why the hell would you kill Hinata?"

"Oh, don't worry, it's nothing personal," the serpentine adult drawled, still staring at him with a smirk. "We'll kill everyone in the clan, not just her."

"But what does it matter if they're a prominent clan, or whatever shit you're spewing?"

The bodyguards looked at each other, knowing that this question was an important one. Tayuya figured that the only reason Orochimaru would even tell Kiba the reason was because he'd want the young man killed shortly after. She heard him growl from deep in his throat and realized that this Hinata girl must be someone very important to him.

"Since you're likely to die soon after this,"–yes, she was right–"I'll tell you. To make my glorious comeback as the most powerful person in Konoha, I have to eliminate anyone that poses a threat. If I take out the Hyuga now, SHINOBI won't be too much of a hassle."

Kiba stared up at the person who just finished talking. How could someone be so cruel? He had absolutely no regard for human life, just his own empty one. Orochimaru didn't seem to have a problem with that though, and he waved a hand, bored.

"Since he's out-stayed his purpose, take him away, Tayuya," the black haired boss said. The red-headed woman nodded, picking on what he wanted even before he said it: "Do what you please to make him quiet."

"Get your hands the hell off me!" Kiba shouted, writhing against his restraints. He wanted to kill the bastard in charge but a little part of him, the sensible part, was still awake. With just talking to the man, Kiba knew the maniac had untapped power. He could just feel it permeating in the room so thickly that it was like he could see it.

Kidoumaru threw him in the little cell and Tayuya solidly shut the door behind her, ignoring his own little sadistic glint. She stared down at the rabid boy as she almost easily cuffed his hands. She blew out a breath, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. How had Kidoumaru's play-thing become her own burden?

He sat on his little-bitty chair, obviously furious with the news he had just been given. His fangs were bared and there was a dangerous spark in his mahogany eyes. The fact that his face was dirty from neglect wasn't helping him look any more benevolent.

"Shut up already, will you?" Tayuya demanded, rubbing the spot between her eyebrows. The stress was starting to get to her a headache was marching its way into her brain. "There's nothing you can do about your girlfriend right now, so be quiet!"

"What the hell would you know? You've probably never cared about anyone else but yourself!" Kiba snapped at her, face scrunching up. She didn't know why, but Tayuya's fist found its way across his cheek.

"I said, shut your trap," she said, detaining the reason for her physical outburst. "It's giving me a damn headache, mutt."

The aforementioned 'mutt' stared at Tayuya in a dazed wonder. So had she cared about someone before? A snigger almost escaped his throat at the thought. It was just so hilarious that it couldn't simply be possible. Tayuya and feelings didn't coexist. It was like himself in a pink, fluffy tutu—wrong!

"Come on, damn it, we're going somewhere," the feisty girl said, walking toward him. Kiba was about to demand where it was that they were going, but she simply stuffed an unpleasantly dirty rag into his mouth. "Didn't I tell you to shut the hell up? Now come on."

Kiba stared at the place in front of him. Warm, seductive steam slunk along on top of the placid water and to his right, amongst the boulders and rocks was a make-shift waterfall depositing more liquid into the pool. Of all the places she would take him, a hot spring! His rage was momentarily forgotten as his eyes peeked at the young woman to his right, giving her a very odd yet suggestive look. She punched him in the shoulder at the only strength level she knew—hard.

"Ow!"

"Don't get any stupid ideas, mutt, you haven't had a bath in two weeks!" The woman was furious now, but it wasn't a bad anger. "You smell like shit."

Kiba smirked as he watched her release him. He pulled his tattered gi off of his body and shrugged. "Whatever you say." He laughed as she became suddenly shy while he was pulling off his hakama and earned a shove into the hot water.

"Bitch!"

"Bastard."

"I have a father, thank you."

"And I don't have any kids, so shut up."

Kiba rolled his eyes and submerged his head in the pool before coming back up for air. For a fleeting moment he forgot about everything but how good it felt to soak in a hot spring. He wanted to wash his hair but he had a feeling that would be too much torment for the little musician.

"Hey, Tayuya." She opened her formerly closed eyes and grunted.

"What?"

"How 'bout you join me?" The young woman stared at him.

"How 'bout you kiss my ass?"

"Bend over and I'll see what I can do."

Tayuya threw a left-over shampoo bottle which hit the chortling Inuzuka squarely in the head. He rubbed the sore spot and flipped her off, immediately ducking as she threw the last bottle his way. She wanted to kill him. She should kill him, she really should. Keeping him around meant she had her own live punching bag though, so she resisted the very strong urge.

The red-head watched as the brunette waded through the water. He looked like an absolute canine retrieving a thrown stick for his owner. The peaceful moment was ruined the instant he removed his doused hakama and undergarments to throw them to the side of the spa. Tayuya put her face in her hands and how disgusting the whole thing was. Though, she should be used to it since she lived with three other men.

"How long have I been here?" asked Kiba, doing a simple backstroke and staring up at the wooden ceiling. The woman was silent a long while before she answered, probably trying to weigh her pros and cons of answering.

"About two weeks," she grunted. Tayuya crossed her arms and stared at the man in the water. "What does it matter? You're not gonna see any of your friends again, anyways."

The young man gave her a disbelieving look and rested his crossed arms on some rocks facing her, and his chin rested there. "Whatever. Just don't cry your eyes out when they come for me. I'll visit you in jail."

Tayuya took this insult by showing him the bird. Kiba let out a barking laugh and played around a bit more before hoisting himself out of the water. Tayuya didn't look away this time—she wouldn't show weakness to him again. Instead of letting her dark eyes wander around, she kept them above his waist.

After she did some background check on the stupid mutt, she found out he was one of the most important players on the football and wrestling teams. He was quite the social butterfly, having won the title of Prom King, but his best friend was still the timid Hyuga Hinata. Though she'd rather stick her flute down her own throat than admit it, she had to grudgingly acknowledge that sports helped out Kiba's dripping wet physique.

Ungh. Just thinking that made me lurch the young woman thought. The subject of her thoughts gave her a strange look since her saw her odd countenance.

"What's a matter? Too much for ya?" he jibed, tying his gi. Unfortunately for the both of them it was the only piece of his clothing that was dry. The young woman grimaced and rolled her eyes. She untied one of her many layers and threw it at him.

"Put some clothes on will you? It'll help the both of us," Tayuya growled, turning away. She heard his laughing and looked back to see he just finished tying the piece of cloth.

As they walked out the room, Kiba's eyes went to the floor. Unintentionally, on their way back up, they stopped on a certain young woman in front of him. He stared appreciatively and noticed how her discarded cloth revealed a new layer. Her red eyebrow twitched irritably at the itching feeling on her back.

"Stop staring at my ass, bastard!"

With that said, she whirled around and punched him in the chest. Kiba wheezed for a second, a whimsical smirk on his face, and watched her retreating back. Oh yes. He'd get that bitch back.

Author's Note: Thank you all for reading and please don't forget to review this chapter! I really appreciate it. All flames will be used to make Orochimaru dance like a little clown. Hopefully you guys liked this little dose of Kiba. I miss him too. Sorry I didn't respond to everyone but here they are:

Audriel Thanks for the suggestion! I might just use it, if I have time. Well, I finally understood what "Y!M" was, lol, and I just added you so we can chat now if you want:)

wolf-enzeru: Honestly, your review scared me a little at first. When I skimmed it I saw capitals and I thought it would be my first FLAME! Lol, thank goodness it wasn't.

NarutosGirl52: Yeah, she was going to kiss Sasuke and she already has a fiancee but she's just a confused little girl. Sad, but supposedly emotions can do that.

"Random person": Thanks for catching the little mistake!

Search and Seek and Destroy: OH, now I get it! Lol, it's okay! Thanks for liking it. But, I never said it wasn't still going to be SasuHina... Oops. Shutting mouth now.

Hokai Amplifier: Who knows if they'll end up together in the end? Oh, wait! I do! Lol, jk. Don't worry though, just go with the ride.

PinkyMcCoversong: Sorry you don't like the twist. :( It's okay though, I understand. Just know that Gaara's going to have some skeletons in the closet as well... Hope you keep reading!

insanely-normal: Wow, thanks a lot! Haha, I love your Milk and Cookies fic.

kazezero: Thanks for the compliment! Hope you liked this chapter! I can't tell you if Sasuke will ever get his whole sight back, that would ruin the whole story. Lol. Don't worry I'll answer those questions soon, but not in a review. It'll be in a chapter so that it's even more interesting.

"noname": Thanks for your review, now I'll answer you questions accordingly.

1. Honestly, I happen to like the smell of vanilla and lavender, since I have powder of that scent, and think it'd be something nice to match Hinata. I don't know about the other authors who use something to that effect but maybe they feel the same way.

2. I'm actually not uber-obsessed with anime/manga. I just happen to like it a lot. : Um, I get my inspiration from real life or movies or stupid little dreams I have. Possibly some books as well.

3. Anything to ask my readers/reviewers? Ehh, not really, lol. Oh, here's one. Where do all of you writers get your own inspiration? I lost it for a long while but now it's only a little bit back.

Anyways, thanks for reading and please review! Happy New Years, all!