Oh god...I'm getting tired. Yeah, I'm going to Hawaii for...seven weeks and I'm trying to get as much done as possible.
I think my brain's gonna pop.
OH, and that song that Kiba was singing last chapter doesn't belong to me. It's actually an old slave song, and I thought it'd be really funny if Kiba sang it!
Disclaimers apply.
Hate What You Love
Chapter Three: A Jerk?
Seven Years
"I'm not going!"
Kiba throws his hands up, flinging the huge mountain of cotton sheets into the air, smiling contently as they hit his mother in the face. Kiba's mother feels the sudden rush of anger run through her, and in a blind rage, she grabs her son's two chubby legs, and throws him off the bed, breathing heavily as he crashes onto a small woven rug.
"You're lunch is on the table, go get it and leave." Inuzuka Tsume points a crooked nail towards his door, signaling for him to leave.
Kiba scrambles up, rubbing his rear in discomfort. He hobbles like an old man to his dresser, pulling out a pair of shorts and a wrinkled shirt, growling as he feels his mother's angry gaze on him.
The Inuzuka child then plods out the door, still clad in his boxers and still shirtless. The small six year old totters down the stairs, trying to pull on his shirt and zip up his pants as he supports his weight against the hard wall that the staircase leans against.
When he reaches to bottom of the staircase, his small pupils turn to glance at a small bundle of grey that lies on the soft tiled ground.
As he finishes getting dressed, he doesn't even go into the kitchen to get his lunch, he just grabs his backpack by the door and walks out.
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The chocolate skinned teacher sat in his chair in front of the empty seats and desks in front of him, fidgeting uncontrollably with his pencil, flipping it against the hard surface of his clean polished desk.
He rubs his scarred nose and frets over two students in his class, the two students from the well known rivalry of the two clans.
The Yamanaka and Inuzuka.
Iruka knows these two have a lot in common, they both are loud and mischievous at nature, they both have big personalities and both are unforgettable people. The only thing that's keeping them apart is the clans…
Iruka wrinkled his nose. This was turning out to be a clichéd Romeo and Juliet. Scratching the back of his neck in frustration, he immediately sat up straight when the classroom door slid open, revealing the usual moody and very punctual child of the Uchiha clan, Iruka greeted him warmly and felt his cheerful smile vanish as he was replied with a 'hn' and a half hearted wave.
The pony-tailed teacher watched as the most prized Uchiha child took a seat in his usual spot, in the far corner in the room.
Iruka sighed and placed a hand on his hip as the moody child curled his fingers over his mouth in a usual fashion. He opened his mouth, ready to speak when he heard a large ear splitting crack.
"Ino-pig!"
"Forehead girl!"
Iruka watched as a flood of girls tumbled into the room, crowding the small space with the usual loud screams and giggles. The two mini heart throbs of the class led the large crowd, Sakura and Ino.
The two girls quickly greeted their sensei before skipping over to Sasuke, crowding around his desk.
Iruka sighed as the rest of the girls took to gossiping and crowding the room up with the loud noises of regular girl chatter. The teacher took a glance at his watch, which wrapped tightly around his wrist with a black band.
8:45, class starts in 15 minutes…
Iruka adverted his eyes to gaze out at the half open door, hoping for the regulars to enter soon. Sooner said then done, three boys entered the room, and much to his surprise, Naruto was one of them.
A plump red head boy and a lazy black haired child walked side by side, Naruto jabbering and flipping off a random person off to the side. Iruka gave a quick soft smile and looked out the door to see the usual flood of students enter the room.
The children all gave their usual rehearsed greeting to the teacher before settling into their seats and still jabbering and talking. Iruka watched his students with a delicate smile, they were so cute. As Iruka began gushing over his students, the loud bell of the academy rang twice, its shrill alarm breaking Iruka out of his gushing moments and back into attention.
He faced his class and picked up his usual brown, worn clipboard and began attendance.
Attendance went smoothly, the usual missing sick student and the regular student just cutting class. Iruka scribbled lightly as he heard the students call out and stand up proudly to address themselves to their sensei.
"Inuzuka Kiba."
That was when things started to warm up, Kiba made his grand entrance by kicking his heel up, slamming it against the window, shattering the newly replaced glass with his heel. Iruka stood in shock as a fluffy white dog and a rowdy boy wearing an old blanket around his neck flew into the room, settling straight into their seats and grinning happily as Iruka sadly checked Kiba's name off.
Iruka eyes the window, then turns his head to moan at the giggling and squirming students, all clutching their half exploding mouths with much effort.
Kiba wraps the cloak around his body, smiling that cheeky and blinding grin as he sits down, hushing a snowy dog that scrambles around his feet.
The academy teacher quickly finishes attendance, and placing the wooden clipboard carefully onto his desk, he turns to face his students with a smile, obviously forced and stretched as he looks wearily at the shattered window to his side.
"Since we have ranked as one of the best classes in this school…" Iruka begins his lesson with a strong voice, tucking his hands behind his backs and trotting around his desk.
"Some other Chunin's and Jounin's and I have decided for a little treat."
Iruka snickers to himself as he watches half of the children leer forward, their little hands clasps together and their eyes shining brightly with possibility.
"We're going on a field trip!" Iruka waves his hands wildly in the air, becoming slightly aghast and frustrated when all the children pull back, upset and disappointed.
"You guys…this is supposed to be exciting…."
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Friday:
"Coo chi coo chi COO!"
Kiba jabs long fingernails towards a dark haired boy in attempt to amuse the dead pan child. Kiba gurgles and coos as though he's talking to a small child, wiggling his long fingers to the waist of a boy next to him and poking consistently at the soft fabric of the jacket.
The bright crimson markings of the loud boisterous Inuzuka clan are shining brightly through the window, making the marks even more noticeable then his large smirk on his small smug face.
After a few minutes of bothering a now ill tempered Aburame, Kiba gives up. His smirk now replaced with a angry scowl and his once happy and jubilant mood gone.
Kiba feels his face drop into a fierce look, his fangs tucked neatly out of his parted lip and his mouth open enough to curse dirty words at the opposing boy besides him.
"Why don't you ever laugh?" Kiba's voice is fiery and brash, just on the corner to ferocious anger.
He becomes more agitated as the calm, collected Aburame doesn't speak. Kiba senses no movement from him at all, except the slight shift of the Kikai in him. He gives his auburn mane a shift with his left hand before he leers forward to look the boy in the—glasses.
"HELLO?" Kiba knocks obnoxiously onto the fluffy bush of hair that tops over the boy's skull, and Shino finds it harder to ignore this guy. He has a louder voice then the Uzumaki kid, and it's more annoying. It changes tone way too much, going from squeaky squirrel all the way back down to a low and an almost unnoticeable grumble.
"IS ANYBODY HOME?"
Kiba pulls back, becoming so angry that he feels his hands trembling. He waves his fingers in front of the shining black spectacles and taps on them with his long, uncut fingernails.
Shino gives an abrupt groan, so quick and fast that Kiba almost misses it.
Almost.
A cheeky smile makes its way across the Inuzuka's smug face, the shining white fangs momentarily blinding the Aburame from the sun's contact. His mouth breaks out into a fit of giggles, the loud laughter pouring out of his mouth as he doubles over and catches his stomach in two open hands.
"You groaned!"
In all honesty, the Aburame has no idea what is so amusing, he has heard that the Inuzuka clan has some strange and different people, but he didn't know that they were this wild. The Aburame did find is slightly amusing that the boy thought that a groan was so funny, and the slightest of smirk appeared under his high collar as he watched the Inuzuka erupt in stomping cackles and happy giggles.
The bus suddenly starts to shake, the worn black tires scraping and rubbing against the edge of the road in a bumpy manner.
Kiba halts his laughter and peeks out the window, poking his head out of the shattered glass and grinning as he looks at the road. The road crumbled and melted into rocks and large pebbles under the bus, leaving the nice paved road behind and a memory,
Kiba feels a cool chill run down his back as a cool whip od wind slaps his back.
"We're here!"
Kiba hops onto his feet, throwing his body up in excitement as his sandaled feet slammed hard against the ground. A large grin is plastered over his face, as he stands, hands on hips and dog on head.
The bus halts and the children all look out the window to see what kind of field trip that the academy teacher was planning for them. Kiba's face falls when he peeks out the window, seeing nothing except forested area for miles and miles.
Survival training.
He stifles a moan, and places his hands deep into the large grey hoodie that is drapped over his body. He stares down at his bright, loud sandals before trailing behind his 'best friend' Shino as he walks slowly and carefully from his seat and into the long aisle.
Kiba scampers to his feet, his sandals thundering loudly against the ground as he stomps towards the exit of the bus.
As he stomps, he doesn't notice a small, discarded mouse that scuttles by his feet, curling its little white tail protectively around the loud, colorful sandal.
Akamaru sniffs the air when the sharp scent of mouse if sifting in the air, he looks down from his mighty throne up on Kiba's head, and growls as he sees the small delicate mouse begin to bury his head in Kiba's shoes.
Akamaru snaps his jaws open, warning his master with a sharp bark that something's on his feet, trying to eat his shoe. With a laugh, Kiba looks down at his shoe, nearly screaming as he sees the mouse.
Leaning down, Kiba begins to poke at the small grey furry thing that clung to his shoe, and in disgust, Kiba flings his shoe up, lifting it and accidently connecting it with the back of a certain very, very angry and very, very moody Uchiha Sasuke.
Kiba gulps as the so called "avenger" opens his mouth to sprout some very nasty words at the Inuzuka, who is now whimpering and looking much like a hurt dog.
The mouse's claws bite into Kiba's flesh, tearing back skin and pulling out blood. Kiba yelps in pain and accidentally draws forward, launching himself forward to land on the very, very, moody Uchiha. Kiba tastes mouthfuls of unpleasant spiky black hair and some in washed soap that nested itself in the prodigy's hair.
In a blind rage, the Uchiha shakes the brunette off him, smirking as he falls back, landing with a thump on his back. Kiba feels his foot being released by the mouse and soon finds the mouse to be soaring, soaring through the air from the hard connection from the ground.
Kiba grimaces as the grey bundle of fur lands on top of a tall pile of platinum blonde hair, nestling its claws and face with a contented sigh.
The Inuzuka bites his tongue as the blonde shrieks, throwing herself from her seat and wildly brushing her hair, hoping that the "nasty little thing" gets off her and onto the floor.
As the mouse falls helplessly from the blonde hair, he topples onto the ground, squeaking as it hits the ground.
Ino lets out another one of her ear spilting shrieks and wildly begins to stomp her feet around, trying to crush the bones of the poor mouse under her tall and ridiculous three inch heel.
The mouse scampers away, dashing out the open door and once again into the wild.
Ino snaps her head around, her eyes glowing with anger and mild disgust as she turns to look at everyone in the bus.
"Who threw that on me?" She barks, her eyes glowing a unhealthy shade of red as she glowers down at them.
The bus soon gets swallowed in a silence, and Kiba holds his breath as the minutes tick by. Finally, Ino begins walking forward, looking at the kids with glares and finally stopping as she neared Kiba.
Kiba didn't have time to say anything or run away, for the next second she was on top of him, grabbing fistfuls of his auburn hair and bellowing curses loudly into the air.
"You little snitch! Throwing mice on people and laughing behind their backs!"
Kiba doesn't quite remember the part about him laughing, but right now his in too much pain to do anything about it. Akamaru hops off his head, launching his little body forward to bite the blonde's arm, sinking his tall teeth into her arm and drawing back blood.
Ino screams in pain and begins to shake the dog off her, slamming the poor dog's body onto the side of a leather seat.
The world stops when a distant and strong voice cuts everything out.
"Inuzuka, Yamanaka, OUT NOW."
Ino crammed a large dirty brush into the wall, growling as a splatter of wet paint falls onto her sneakers, dirtying the bright purple color with a dash of bright red.
Her moment of disappointment was worsened as a certain rowdy boy snickered loudly to her left, his pink tongue stained blue sticking out from his parted lips as he chortled around a piece of round blue candy.
Ino fingers jammed themselves into the wall, filling her long white fingernails with the fresh red paint that lay over the tiled bathroom wall.
"And they say I need to listen..." Kiba clucked his tongue, shaking it out of his mouth to snicker at Ino, "Iruka said to clean all the white walls."
Kiba's tongue was immediately grabbed by a pair of hands, glitter painted fingernails digging into the hanging out anatomy. Ino's mouth twitched into a growl, her teeth baring as she smashed the boisterous boy against the wall, staining the back his grey hoodie.
After several head bangs and a swollen tongue, Ino released the Inuzuka child's tongue, smirking contently as the auburn haired boy moaned in pain, clutching his tongue and gurling as clear saliva poured from his open mouth.
Ino was soon surprised as a chuckle emerged from his mouth minutes later.
"Hah, you really think you can hurt me with that?"
Before Ino could say anything, the child launched himself at her, holding out a green scrubbie to stick down her throat. Ino felt the chemicals and soaps enter her mouth in a rapid rate, filling her mouth and curling acidly around her tongue. She began to spit wildly as Kiba's hand gripped her long hair, whipping it forward to bang her skull painfully and violently against the door of a bathroom stall.
Ino spat a few times, feeling the tears come to her eyes.
She was about to burst into tears when she saw Kiba, who was still sucking on a piece of blue candy, smirking in to utmost contentment as he looked down at her.
Ino felt a sudden rush of anger overwhelm her, and in her blind rage she shot forward, pinning his onto the ground and throwing wild punches at the boy that lay between her legs.
Kiba blocked on of the punches with a fist, his long uncut fingernails taking to squeezing the gore out of her knuckles.
As Ino yelped at the sudden painful squeeze to her hands, Kiba took the change to escape, pushing the opposing girl off him and throwing himself onto her.
They began to fight.
Kicks and punches were thrown wildly at each other as they rolled about on the floor, knocking over buckets of paint and buckets of soapy water. They fought like animals, using anything that got in their way as a weapon, biting and scratching away until they felt good about it.
Ino, decided that it felt good to fight. That it felt good to fight the enemy that brought so much conflict over the two clans.
Kiba too, Kiba too decided it felt good to fight. To finally get a piece of revenge for his father, and to finally be able to get that excited rush of blood as he punched her, again and again, watching as her face grew red from the harsh connection of his face...
A sharp bang of metal hitting the side of the wall broke the intense fight.
"Both of you! Out!"
Kiba and Ino face their doom as they looked up, all dirty faced and big eyed.
A chocolate skinned teacher looked down with a large and angry scowl, his face crinkled up in much unhappiness and his scar that ran across his face suddenly looking much more vicious.
"Office...call...parents..." Few words were understood through the teacher's gritted teeth and overwhelming anger. Ino slowly crawled off the Inuzuka child with a slow motion, lifting her leg to scramble away as soon as possible.
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Ino wants to run away.
She wants to scramble under her bed and disappear into her tears and snot, she wants to melt into the walls and become just another chunk of this Earth. A useless and unnoticeable chunk.
She catches her breath as she turns to look at Kiba, who is reclined comfortably in his chair, his feet propped up against the edge of the desk as he shields his mouth to stifle a yawn.
Ino desperately wants to be like Kiba at that moment, not to care one way or another, But at the same time she can't help but feel the hatred and loathing that crawls up at her, grabbing her legs and rendering her useless. She doesn't know where this prejudice comes from.
Kiba never did anything, it was mostly her fault. She was the one who became so overwhelmed in anger she didn't even notice...or did she?
She doesn't know. She's too worried and too busying crying herself a storm.
Kiba wants to run away as well.
But for a different reason.
He wants to run away so he doesn't have to deal with the prejudice that swarms around his house everyday, everyday as he lugs himself out of bed, sulking sadly as he passes his mother's room to see her kneeled over, her tears raking her body as she cries over a picture of his father.
He can't help but feel sorry for Ino, there is so much animosity floating around in the two clans, too much hatred and old sorrow that each generation inherits.
But at the same time, he can't help but feel anger crawl up from under him as he looks at Ino.
The hot boiling anger that makes him lose control and do stupid things, the hot raging storm that makes him shift into Inuzuka Kiba to a demon.
He ignores the long lecture the principal drawls on about, his high nasal voice that rings annoying in his ears like a bothersome fly. Kiba watches Ino, he can tell she's not used to being in trouble. Her face says it all, her fingers are curled tightly around the edge of her soapy and stained dress and she fidgets nervously in her chair every time the principal glances at her.
Apparently there was a building for if anyone got hurt, a building where the teachers would stay all warm and comfortable while the students lay outside, huddled in what seemed like a thin sheet of ice over their bodies, chattering their teeth.
Ino and Kiba are currently in that building, waiting for their punishment and only half listening to the principal lectures them about...something.
"You're punishment is..." The principal cracks his knuckles and begins to shuffle through some papers, as if he had planned this to happen and had written down their punishment somewhere on a piece of paper.
Kiba rolls his eyes as the principal tries to build up tension, but Kiba's been through this drill some many times it's not even funny any more. He yawns and slides his feet slightly to the side as the principal begins reading from a half torn piece of paper.
"Survival training."
Ino looked at him with eyes; eyes brimmed with fear and worry. The principal pushes his thick wire glasses up his nose as he watches Kiba shuffle in his seat, looking almost as shocked as well.
"Hey hey! Isn't that what everyone else is doing?" Kiba barks rather loudly, jabbing his fingers towards the opposing teacher that smirks smugly in his leather wheelie chair.
"No, the other children will be attending to fun activities while you two will be driven to the mountain side to train."
Kiba gripped his hands together, feeling his white nails dig into the palms of his hands. Ino tucked a blonde strand behind her ear, she didn't look so nervous anymore, she looks angry...no furious, so furious in fact that Kiba could almost see the horns popping out from her head.
"Isn't that called abuse?" Ino states calmly, despite the fact her eyes are dancing wildly with near insanity.
For once in his life, Kiba actually agreed. "Yeah? Don't we have to be Genins until we can go on are own?"
The principal snickered, pulling his glasses up his nose as he looked at his two students, "No, this is punishment, when it comes to punishment, there are no rules or laws, punishment can be creative. And seeing how you two seem to be quite independent yourselves, this seems like the perfect punishment for you."
Ino nodded, rigidly, she swiveled around and Kiba could see her insanity leaking out from her few actions. As she walked towards the door, she pushed it down, breaking it in half with her bare strength along.
Kiba gulped as he followed after her, not before glaring hard at the principal though.
The principal sighed, pulling his glasses off and placing them onto the desk. This was going to be a long day.
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Kiba's to kill list had grown.
Kiba's Kill List:
5. Sasuke. That bastard's got it made. He's rich, he's popular, he has hall the girls her can have. And what the hell does he do? Be an asshole. He needs to learn to stop and learn to apperciate life. And stop pushing people.
6. The damn principal. Who the hell does he think he is? Bossing me around and lecturing us like he's the damn king of the world. He also needs new glasses.
7. Ino. Yeah. She's here again. But she won't shut up. In a way she's like a male version of Sasuke. She's got it made too. She's rich, she's popular, and can have all the boy's she wants. Except me and Sasuke.
Kiba scribbled his list furiously onto a piece of notebook paper, growling as he found his writing to look much like a bunch of chicken scratches and some ink. In his fury, Kiba slammed a fist down onto his hard surface - a book- and watched as his oil powered lamp went out as it jumped six inches into the air.
For an eight year old, Kiba was quite advanced in writing and language. He had scored as one of the highest in his class and surprised many teachers because of his quite impressive and random skill and knowledge of words and letters.
It was a common rumor that the Inuzuka's were quite terrible in literature and often they scored very low on it. Many language teachers were well known of this fact and often under estimated their knowledge of the simple things.
And when Kiba showed quite good grades on the families hated subject, they were all quite surprised.
They knew one thing: Kiba was no normal Inuzuka.
He sighed as he heard a delicate shuffle come from the other end of the tent, grumbles and murmurs filling the room as the platinum blonde stuck a bare leg out of her purple sleeping bag.
Kiba growled as he relit his lamp and settled into his own sleeping bag, spitting out a series of coarse language and shuffling the loose papers in his hands.
He hunched over onto his belly, grabbing his pen to begin writing again.
And what the heck is up with ONE tent? It's like the damn teachers want to see under age sex or something! I knew it, all those teachers are perverts and they planned all of this! They put a mouse on my shoe and purposely MADE me fall onto that damn Uchiha brat. Oh god..maybe they want to see me do a guy! Oh crap!
Kiba licked his chapped lips, pushing the pen hard against the paper as he produced more chicken scratch like writing. His eyes were intently focused on the paper as he wrote; feeling himself become more and more absorbed as he continued to write out on his silly diary...journal...with a intent gaze lay over his face.
I swear...I'm going to kill that flower hippy though. For revenge for my father, I'll kill her with all my moves and master all of the ancient Inuzuka clan jutsus and take her down like that! Ha ha! Those damn flower hippies probably perform something stupid like flower jutsu or something, like picking up flowers and tossing them at you...
The Inuzuka child was having quite the time scribbling out onto his little notebook of his, writing out words and giggling out loud as he found what he was saying more and more amusing.
I wonder what time it is...it's probably like...three? I dunno. But it's pretty dark outside and I can't really see anything...
It was in fact, around three o'clock and little Kiba was starting to get very sleepy. Resting his head on the notepad, Kiba drowned himself with his sleep and snores.
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The first thing Ino thought as she woke up was how hungry she was.
Lifting her groggy and heavy body up from her purple sleeping bag, she rubbed her eyes wearily and took a moment to sink in her surrounds. It took her a moment to figure out that she was in a tent. And it took her another minute to figure out that she was in a tent with someone else.
Damn Inuzuka and his mutt to be specific.
With a sigh, Ino lifted her small slim body from her comfortable and warm sleeping bag, immediately missing the snug warmth that enveloped around her slim frame last night.
But she had to get going and start the day.
Crawling over to the tent flap, she shuffled her knees against the smooth fabric as softly as she could, trying to be cautious of the sleeping boy that lay at her side.
Grabbing her duffle bag that sat near her sleeping spot, she inched herself out. As she opened the tent flap, a huge streak of light filled the tent, momentarily blinding the young girl and soon waking the small boy.
"Hnnff..." Kiba muffled reply to the sun came barely understandable through all the thick fabric that blocked his way of speech. Ino almost burst into laughter as he lifted himself from his sleeping bag, his eyes barely open and his hair nearly taking up his whole side of the tent.
She choked in her laughter when the small seven year old saw the boy shirtless, only clad in a pair of brown boxers, which hugged his hips tightly and caused a bright red ring to encircle around his waist.
"Are you up yet?" Ino asked, trying to peel her eyes away from his sun kissed chest and stomach and onto his eyes.
The sun awoken boy rubbed at his eyes, trying to see through the thick line of crud that encircled his eyes. The boy nodded sleepily and immediately collapsed into his sleeping bag once more, smashing his face into the soft and pliable pillow that lay near his head.
Ino groaned at the boy's stupidity and made her way out of the tent, closing the tent behind her and dragging her large bag behind her. She unzipped her bag, reaching for a pair of her normal training clothes and making her way to the river to bathe quickly.
She walked over to the water's edge, making sure that she was as far away from the tent, but not so far that she couldn't find her way back. She dipped her pale toes in the water, shivering as the cool water flowed over her skin and chilled her flesh with an unwelcoming wetness.
Standing behind a tree, the small seven year old began to undress, slipping off her pajamas and folding them before leaving them at the water's edge right next to her clothes that she would change into.
Slipping into the water, she held her breath, sinking into the blue water and splashing happily as she landed safely onto her feet. The rocky and sandy bottom felt good against her toes as she waded around, humming lightly to herself as she bathed herself.
Bathing made her remember happy memories, and much to Ino's displeasure; most of her life was not filled with happy memories. Ino remembers all those time when her mother would dip into the river and hold her hand out for her to enter as well.
Ino would squeal in delight before jumping in, hollering loudly as the river erupted into a small splash.
The blonde girl smiled as she remembered such memories, continuing to wade through the water slowly as she continued to think. Ino was always one to day dream and wish, picking up old dandelions to blow on and cast wishes as she watched the snow like seeds wither away into the wind.
She remembered her mother, who was a kind and gentle hearted woman at heart, had gone cold, telling her to stop dreaming and to stop wasting her life on stupid wishes.
Ino remembers that her mother was against the whole battle against the Inuzuka's, but one day, she suddenly became cold, her soft face and delicate heart going cold and rigid, and her smiles slowly away and soon fading into nothing by beats on the back and cold, spine chilling sneers.
Ino wished for those days back. She wished for those happy days when her mother and father would bundle her up in a blanket and throw her around, giggling as they all sat at the dining room table, sharing a big pot of hot coco.
The blonde daydreamed wistfully, clutching her hands to her cheek and looking quite lustful as she shifted and spun through the water.
Her pretty pink lips were curled into a gentle smile as she thought; thinking of all the silly wishes and dreams that she knew would never come true. In a defeated mood, she sighed, placing her hands on top of her wet head to brush through the strands of blonde hair.
"You're weird."
It's funny how quickly people can change, how quickly a person can change and shift into something much like a demon and back again. They say tat very few have demons in them, but that's not true. All of us have that crazy and wild spirit living in them, just sitting around and waiting for the day to be released.
As we grow, we learn how to correctly control these demons, we learn how to only release a certain kind of demon, like the demon of happiness or the demon of love, but while we're growing up to control these very wild demons, we forget. We forget all the important teachings and all the important things.
And we blow.
"YOU PEVERT!" Ino ducked under water, sink down to lower to only reveal her face, which was completely red and glowing vibrantly with many emotions. The Inuzuka snickered, biting against his tongue with his sharp teeth as he bent down to face the girl in the face.
"Ah...but a happy pervert." Kiba lifted a finger to jab playfully at Ino's nose, making her arch her eyebrows forward in much anger. Gripping his finger with a thin hand, Ino jerked him forward, pulling the rowdy Inuzuka face forward into the cool, blue water.
Kiba immediately went for shore, wading wildly and clinging onto the edge of the river as he shook his head wildly, bringing out tiny drops of water from his hair. Ino looked at him with a wild and almost angry smirk.
Kiba just replied by sticking his tongue out.
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The days dragged on much like this, but the fights soon faded away, making them less and less frequent each standing day. They soon learned to stand each others company for much longer, being able to bring each other to look and smile together without having a huge cat fight about it.
"Man, I'm sick of fish." Kiba spoke loudly, clutching his stomach with a open hand. "I wanna eat somethin' else."
Ino ignored him, slightly shifting to the side to get away from the loud complaining boy. She slowly began to turn her stick, smiling as the fresh fire crackled beneath the raw fish.
Kiba began whistling, sticking his two lips out to bring out a tune that Ino had never heard before.
"What the hell are you singing?" She asked rather rudely, spitting the question out as if it were bad candy. Kiba merely grinned and continued to whistle the unknown tune.
An itch began to spread around Ino's mind, an itch of curiousity just asking about what the silly tune was. Ino wiggled in her seat as Kiba continued to sing, giggling as he watched Ino mentally torture herself.
After awhile of Kiba singing the silly tune, Ino slapped her hand against the ground.
"Tell me."
"If you sing it with me."
Ino was so intent on knowing the song she didn't care. She leaned forward as Kiba began to talk, his loud clear voice heard even over the loud dancing, crackling fire that stood between them.
"It's an old Inuzuka clan song, my grandpops taught me before he died." Kiba shrugged off a look of sympathy that Ino gave him and continued to talk, "It's actually a song, and it has words...I was just whistling the tune."
Ino looked at him strangely, before nodding. A clan song? Now that was just weird.
Kiba began to sing, his voice cracking and rather high pitched...Ino made a mental note not to ask him to sing anymore.
"Wade in the water, wade in the water children,
Wade in the water, God's gonna trouble the water."
Kiba suddenly stopped, angry as his song was interrupted by a fit of giggles that erupted from the blonde's mouth. Kiba furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward to glare at the girl in front of her.
"What are you laughing about?"
Ino shrugged, "It's so funny. I've always thought you were a jerk and you know what? You're not that bad!" Ino continued to giggle, clutching her soft still baby fat filled stomach with her small hands. Kiba didn't get it.
"What? A jerk?"
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To be continued...