A/N : Sorry it's kind of late, day after Christmas, I tried to get it done before hand but…well let's just say Shameless is a fucking liar and having family over for Christmas is a bitch that's pretty time-consuming.

To dance with the Dog Chapter 2

The harsh sound of an alarm clock graded harshly against the edges of Kiba's sleep riddled mind. Reaching out blindly towards the source of the unholy noise – not bothering to poke his head out from under the covers while mentally cursing the fact that he forgot to turn it off the night before - the brunette slammed his fist down on the circular snooze button and quickly retracted his arm back into the cocoon of blankets and pillows that surrounded him.

"Kiba? Kibaaa, wake up!" The warm raspy voice of Atsuko* Inuzuka - Kiba's grandmother who happened to live down the hall came through the door to his bedroom. Now the Inuzuka male loved his grandmother but he couldn't help but think he never would have told her where his spare key was hidden if he knew she would abuse its power. A fine example of this would be how she was currently waking him up at seven A.M. on a Saturday morning.

Let it never be said that the Inuzuka family are morning people.**

Kiba huffed and hauled himself out of bed nearly tripping over Akamaru in the process as the large white mountain of a dog was sleeping at the side of his bed.

"I'm up Nana! ***" The brunette shouted back as he peeled off his pajama bottoms and well-worn t-shirt, trading them for loose jeans and a thin long-sleeved black t-shirt.
After he had finished dressing Kiba walked out to greet his grandmother who was making breakfast in the kitchen, leaving his bedroom door open for the lazy dog that was still sleeping on his floor.

"Morning." The young man yawned as he sat down at the crappy table he had.

Atsuko looked over her shoulder as she turned off the stove and smiled at her grandson.

"Good morning Kiba, milk or juice?"

"Coffee please." He replied as he had a plate of scrambled eggs and toast placed in from of him.

Without warning the old woman slapped him in back of the head, a scowl on her wrinkled lips.

"Milk or juice Kiba?" She growled out, narrowing her golden eyes down at him, silently daring him to repeat what he just said.

"Orange juice please." Kiba said quickly knowing better than to argue with her when she used that tone of voice. It was the same one that the entire body of women in the Inuzuka family use when they were about to slap you silly, which must be taught to them because Atsuko had married into said family.

"Alright dear." She said with a smile, back to her cheery self.

It had always scared Kiba how the women in his family could change so quickly like that. One minute they would be close to biting your head off and the next all smiles and giggles and shit like that, well maybe not giggles, per say more like cruel laughter as they watched you humiliate yourself or imagined you getting mauled by wild animals.

You never knew what was running through their heads.

Maybe all women were this way towards their family when no one else was around?

Atsuko set a glass of orange juice on the table and she sat down across from him.

"Thank you Nana." He before he dug in.

"I saw you go over to Shikamaru's apartment last night. What did you two talk about?" Atsuko asked conversationally.

"I didn't see you." Kiba said slowly looking slightly suspicious.

"I was just coming up the stairs from grocery shopping." She brushed him off with a wave of her hand. "Now tell me what you two talked about."

"Nothing really, just getting to know my neighbor, he seems like a cool guy you know?" The younger brunette shrugged, downing his orange juice, he wouldn't out right say he'd like to get to know him better in bed. Well he could, just not to his grandmother.

"Kiba, I'll say this once, and only once. " Atsuko said looking serious. "That young man has been through enough pain. You are my grandson, but if you hurt Shikamaru I'll castrate you."

Kiba swallowed harshly and crossed his legs, gently setting one hand on his crotch as if she would carry out her threat at that very moment.

"Why?" He asked cautiously, not wanting to set her off at all and most certainly not where there were knives at hand.

"It's not my place to tell you, but I will say this, Shikamaru is a very fragile young man underneath his cool demeanor." The Inuzuka woman replied and took his dirty dishes and silver ware to the sink.

Kiba frowned and stood up.

" I'm going to take Akamaru for a walk." He said, grabbing a thick leather leash as he left the room, escaping the heavy atmosphere.

- Short time skip-

Kiba sighed as he walked Akamaru down the concrete steps of the apartment building, his mind wandering to the hazel eyed man who lived across the hall from him.

Shikamaru the sexy neighbor whom had his very own grandmother threatening to castrate him, because under that cool attitude was a 'very fragile' young man.

Kiba couldn't help but wonder what had endeared him to the old woman so much that she'd try to ward him off like that. And Atsuko wasn't one to present others as weak, so what could make her call the Nara fragile?

Whatever it was the mystery of it only made Kiba want to get to know Shikamaru more and he would if it was the last thing he did.

Back in his apartment Shikamaru felt a tingle go down his spine, he had a feeling things were going to get very troublesome soon.

* Atsuko - 温子 – warm child

** This was where I started writing if you were wondering, though you probably weren't.

***Nana – Kiba seems like a Nana person if you ask me. – Blackbird

A/N: Sorry it's so short, but like I said above I was really busy and I was expecting a bit more than two paragraphs and a half-finished sentence, Shameless has asked me to help co-write this story, mostly for chapters that are mainly Kiba centered. I might, but it depends of if you liked this or not, so review and tell us what you think.

Late Happy holidays,

Blackbird