Kiba stalked down the road, hands shoved as deeply as his ghosty pockets would allow.

He was slightly mad.

And not because he had just followed Hinata around for two days, and she hadn't seen him. She wasn't with Naruto at all the second day, as he had left on a mission the day before. And she still couldn't see him.

Was she blind, or something?

But no; that wasn't what had really gotten under his skin.

He had expected for something like that to happen. He had known that eventually, Hinata would have to stop seeing him. Eventually, he would do whatever he was supposed to do to get out of this place.

That was just what was making him upset.

He was still here. There was no white light, no path to something better or worse. There was just Konoha, and all the people in it. All the people that couldn't see him.

Was Hinata being with Naruto not what was supposed to happen? Maybe she was supposed to be with Sasuke, or Shino. No... Kiba knew that he was doing the right thing when he decided to get them together. He knew that that was what he was supposed to do.

Even if he didn't like that.

Even if he himself loved her, and he wanted to kill that blond idiot.

It wasn't like Hinata could fall in love with a ghost.

No matter how much he wanted that to happen, it just wasn't. She would be locked away, and no one would ever want to come and see her.

No, he didn't want to see her be friendless and crazy. That would just be too much.

And if Hinata wasn't meant to be with Naruto, then she would still be able to see Kiba. It just made sense that way. When he did what he was supposed to do, he would fade from her eyes as she moved from her guilt.

But even though she couldn't see him, he was still here. And just as invisible to everyone as always.

"Stupid life," Kiba muttered as he walked further down the road.

But as he walked down the dirt road, his anger somewhat disapated.

It turned into regret. Regret that he hadn't told Hinata what he had felt before he died, or before she stopped being able to see him. Maybe it would have made things different. Maybe he would still be alive.

Maybe he would be out of this place.

There weren't a lot of people around, and had Kiba been alive, he would have probably been thankful for the uncrowded streets. But as a ghost, he didn't really care if the street had a million people crammed into it. At least then he would get to see people shiver and shutter as he walked by.

But alas, he had even been denied that simple pleasure in life.

"Stupid people," he choked out as a small trickle of water fell from the sky. Kiba looked up, and discovered that the small trickle was indeed rain, coming from a group of dark clouds above Konoha.

Oh, joy.

Not that he could feel the rain, but it still put a damper on things.

Rain was one of his favorite things. When it rained, he used to love to go outside and just sit there. The cool feel of the droptlets on his skin was relaxing.

It made him feel free.

There was nothing like sitting in the rain when he was upset. If only he could feel that relaxing sensation right now...

"Stupid rain..." Kiba muttered, not noticing the wet girl sitting next to him. She looked around for the source of the voice.

She was crying. It was very noticible, even through the rain.

"K-Kiba...?" she asked as she squinted at him.

He quickly spun around, and stared at her.

He was taken aback. Someone else could... see him?

Just to make sure, Kiba extended his left arm into a wall. It went right through. Yep, he was still a ghost. But then how...?

"Sakura, how can you see me?"

"I... I don't k-know, Kiba. You were j-just there," she said as she looked up at him.

Ah, what a big help she was. It was then that Kiba took notice of her red eyes and tear stained face. "Okay, what's wrong?" He asked, squating down to her level.

"You're... you're d-d-dead," she stated, her eyes wide.

"Naw dip, Sherlock. I'm a ghost, and I'm trying to figure out why I haven't left yet. And since you can see me, I'm guessing it has to do with you."

"But you're dead."

"I get that. Now tell me what's wrong!" he growled at her.

She looked from the silvery Kiba to the ground, still trying to figure out what was going on.

Sakura was hit with a delima. Why should she tell a ghost her problems? She and Kiba had never been that close, anyway...

Well, it wouldn't hurt anything. It's not like he could go and tell anyone about it. Especially Ino-pig.

"W-Well, I was talking to Sasuke, a-and it seemed like we were hitting it off. B-But then, he just st-started looking colder again, a-and I s-started to choke up. So I-I started to act all f-fangirly again, even though I-I've changed, I s-s-swear. But he s-still..."

Sakura droned on and on about Sasuke and her problems. Kiba mentally sighed. He guessed that this was a sort of punishment type thing, for having a regret. Ya know, he died without telling the girl he loved that he loved her, so he was supposed to make Sasuke, or someone else, see that they loved Sakura.

That way Sakura wouldn't die with any regrets, so she wouldn't have to come back as a ghost.

But seriously, what was he? The love ghost, or something?

Couldn't he get a job that didn't have to deal with love?

When she was done, he looked up at the still raining sky. Sakura looked at him, and then poked him in the shoulder. "So you'll help me with Sasuke?"

"Yeah, I'll help you with Sasuke." Kiba looked up just in time to see Sakura smile.

He just sighed, and prepared for another true love job.

Hopefully Sasuke would be easier to deal with than Naruto.

fin