Kiba's POV

Sometime in the middle of the night, he smelt blood. At first it alarmed him, but then he heard the sounds of someone rushing to the bathroom. Immediately the panic died down. One of the three females he shared a house with must be starting their cycle. He mentally noted that he should play nice tomorrow so as not to anger whoever the poor soul was.

Just as he was about to go to sleep, the toilet flushed and someone came out of the bathroom. He listened for a moment and followed the sounds to the guest bedroom. Guess it was Tama who had started.

He sighed and tried going back to sleep, but that luxury eluded him as he continued thinking on the day...and week's events.

He remembered that day. Kakashi came by and informed him and his mother that Tama was in the hospital for observation. Apparently she had a nervous breakdown and blacked out.

After hearing what happened, he was surprised she hadn't went entirely insane.

But her father's death weighed on her; and on him too. He knew that the last time Tama saw her father was the night before...and they had fought.

Over the past few days, Tama refused to eat and she stayed in the guest room whenever it wasn't necessary for her to be out.

This disturbed him the most. She hadn't even tried visiting her sister.

Akumaru whined quietly and licked Kiba's hand, wanting him to stop being so restless and go back to sleep.

"Alright boy, alright." He muttered and shut his eyes. Thoughts of the girl sleeping in the guest room slipped from his conscience as sleep overtook him.

Normal POV

I didn't wake up till later the next day. It was like a bad dream. But reality hit me with shooting pain in my wrist, reminding me of what I did.

I felt guilt, but also pleasure; two emotions I hadn't felt in over a week. I felt more clear headed, which was weird. Ever since I blacked out the day...it happened...I felt like I was in a fog. Now I felt like there was a barrier between me and the pain I'd been feeling.

I pulled the sleeve of my shirt up to examine the wound. I expected drying blood to still be present on my skin. However, I didn't expect to see...crimson colored crystals where the cuts should have been oozing blood.

Panic creeped into me. What the hell was this?!

I touched the crystal substance. It didn't hurt...it felt weird, like a scab.

I knew I couldn't ask for help; that would mean telling someone what I did. That wasn't gonna happen in this lifetime. I'd have to research this on my own.

Shaking the frantic thoughts away, I quickly got up and dressed; donning a tank top that was a size too big and some shorts. I changed the bandages on my arms and grabbed my gear. Today I would work even harder to get to where I wanted to be. I wanted to be in the ranks of ANBU as either a combat ninja or medical ninja. I really didn't' care which I became, as long as I became one as soon as possible.

My parents had been ANBU and being among those ranks would allow me more info on who killed my father and why.

I could feel the shadow of a smile tug at my lips. I had a purpose; a goal. No one would get in my way.

When I finally returned to the Inuzuka's household, I practically collapsed in the entranceway. I had trained almost non stop all day and my chakra was seriously depleted.

Tsume scolded me for training this carelessly, but I paid her no mind. In fact, I'm pretty sure I was half asleep when she lectured me.

The next thing I remembered, was someone carrying to my room. I was too tired to see who it was and curled myself closer to their warm chest.

Complete unconsciousness took over and again, the bloody nightmares hounded me.