Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Kiba was good at running away.

He'd done it about a billion times in the last few weeks… mostly from Kankuro.

After running from Kankuro, at a speed a cheetah would have been challenged by, he had, by fate's 'I-hate-Kiba' hand, ended up in front of his mother's home.
He hadn't run from Kankuro because he was scared of him (he wasn't that pathetic, besides, his mother scared him way more than the creepy puppet ninja did) it also wasn't because he was embarrassed, shy, or wanted Sabaku to chase after him, he just physically couldn't stomach the guy any longer. Kiba was a tough cookie but being played and used was something even the toughest of men wouldn't be able to handle.

It didn't hurt in that 'I'm gonna cry my eyes out and bawl over you until I throw up then slash my wrists and die' kinda way it was more of a 'you're a dick… get lost.'

His mother had told him from the start that his casual relationship with Kankuro was going to come back to bite him in the arse and he really wasn't looking forward to knocking on her door, unfortunately his presence outside what was once the family home had alerted the dogs on the premises of his arrival before he could walk up the front porch. He was thankful for that fact however, because it meant that when his mother swung the door open it didn't hit him in the face like it used to when he was a kid and the only canine companion his mother had was Kuromaru, who really couldn't care less.

"The hell are you doin' back, kiddo? Naruto kick you out of you're apartment already? … You're not movin' back in." His mother looked groggy, like she'd only just woken up, it highlighted her age more than the dark circles around her eyes and the lines around her mouth, although, Kiba was willing to bet that she was still as tough as she used to be, so he didn't mention anything.

"Nice way to greet your offspring… can I come in?"

"Suppose, just don't be staying too long… only just managed to get yer stench out of here from the last time you visited."

"Love you too, Ma," Kiba replied in monotone as he slid past his mother and into the hallway.

"Where's Akamaru?"

"With Sis, he's not feeling too good. Poor sod."

His mother hummed before clicking the door shut and walking past her son into the living room. Kiba followed, noticing that the kitchen door was closed and bolted, "That where you keep the dogs?"

Tsume answered with a brief 'yes,' not needing to look to know what room her son was referring to. "Whadda'ya want then?"

"How do you know I haven't just come to see ya?" Kiba replied, not wanting to tell her about his current Kankuro situation, as he sat opposite his mother on the couch.

"I'm your mother, Kiba. Mums know when something's up, kiddo, then there's the added bit of being an Inuzuka so I know for a fact that something's buggin' ya. Young men don't visit there mothers unless they want somethin'… spill."

"Well, remember that time your found out about me and Kankuro?"

"You were fucking on my kitchen floor… hard image to get out of my head," Tsume replied, in a tone that made her sound as though she was bored of the conversation already.

"You're the one that said beds were for people that wanted to play by the rules…" Kiba argued, slightly red faced.

"Doesn't mean you have to do it on my kitchen floor, in my house with another man, I approve of the gay thing… doesn't mean I want to come home and find my son, alpha male of the pack I may add, being butt fucked by another dude…"

Kiba knew he'd come to the wrong place for relationship advice… damn woman had been single from the day he was born and was completely comfortable talking about gay sex… she had problems…

"Good pep talk!" Kiba replied sarcastically.

"You do realise what time of the night it is, right? I'm hardly Shakespeare when I'm awake, let alone half asleep," Tsume replied with a yawn. "I told you it wouldn't work out, Kiba. You're too nice for the kind of relationship you and Kankuro had… too sensitive. Told you it'd come back to smack you in the face and I told you it'd hurt like a bitch when it did."

Kiba was silent, mostly because he didn't want to steer his mother away from her attempt at making his feel better. It wasn't working… but it felt good to know that someone else understood how he felt.

"You're too soft, kid. Too much like you're father… I can't quite understand how considering the fact that your father left me before you'd even been born…"

"Hana said you scared him off…"

"Shaddup." Tsume grinned before sighing, "Kiba… can I trust you with the clan?"

"What? Ma 'course you can," Kiba replied quickly. "What- How does that have anything to do with this?"

"If you're gonna let a situation as insignificant as this affect you, how're you gonna hold up when you have a load of rowdy Inuzuka's knocking at you're door… demanding things off you, telling you you're no good, talking you down to see if you can hold up? You need to pull yourself together Kiba. You're a shinobi, and a bloody high ranking on at that, get you're act together… emotions are for everyday citizens, you can't walk around waiting for the love of your life before you get your shit done. Relationships for Ninja happen then fall apart, it might be two weeks down the line or twenty years down the line… either way you can't let it get to you. I've seen many Ninja taken down in battle because they carry emotions and burdens out onto the battlefield with them."

"Ma, that won't happen-"

"Yeah? How'd ya know? If I was to suddenly turn on you and fight with the intention to kill all I'd have to do is mention something Kankuro related to make you drop you're guard, even if it's only for a second. Kiba, that single moment would be enough for an enemy to kill you if they landed a good shot," Tsume finished quietly, voice soft as if she was tying to approach a wounded animal.

She was right.
She was always fucking right!

"Whadda'ya want me to do? Just get over him. I don't think I can do that, Ma… I don't-" He took a deep breath. Fuck… he was not about to cry over this! "I don't want to get over him…"

"I'm not saying you have to," Tsume didn't look at him, just stared across the room at the fireplace. "Talk to him… come to a better arrangement than you did last time… stupid brat."

Kiba smiled despite himself, "Shuddup."

"Get lost, kid. Go find yer knight in shinin' armour."

"Knight in shinning armour? More like a retard in tinfoil."

Tsume barked a heavy laugh, "Get gone… and do us a favour?"

Kiba turned to look at his Mum as he stood, "hm?"

"Wipe y'r fuckin' eyes before your mascara runs."

Kiba laughed but did as told, "Shove off; I didn't even bust a tear."

"Notice how you don't deny wearing mascara, though? … Now get outta my house so I can go back to bed."

Abrupt ending, sorry. idn't know where else to end it. sorry for spelling mistakes. This is gonna be sort cuz new film's on. Sorry for not posting. BYYYEEEE!