Guys I am so sorry for the long wait, and to get you a short chapter with hardly anything good in it. Truth is my internet has been being a complete jerk and I got too busy with some other stuff but I am back now! This chapter is basically more build up for the oncoming ones so it may be boring but the next will have some Kankuro and Kiba action I swear! And it won't take me a few months to write it o_o

Kiba had just made it to his house when he noticed strong familiar scents of his mother and sister approaching "Shit, Akamaru let's try to sneak in through my room." The two snuck up to his window and the younger Inuzuka began to slowly lift the glass which caused it to emit faint sharp creaks. He stopped every so often to insure that the motion could not be detected, but he soon became impatient when it had almost been completely lifted. He yanked the rest of it up, slamming it to the top where it created a loud thud. Kiba became paralyzed for a moment, anybody in the house was sure to hear the commotion but to his surprise he did not hear any reactions. Both of them carefully entered through the opening, the Inuzuka's heart was pounding and his nerves were on edge as he tiptoed to his door. He knew it was already too late to clean up the guest room, his mother would have noticed the moment she walked through the front door. His mother's footsteps were rapidly drawing closer to his door, usually she would waste no time hounding him but this time she was taking her time, which rattled Kiba's nerves even more. In a attempt to avoid confrontation Kiba jumped into his bed and quickly threw the covers over his head. Akamaru followed him up on the bed and sprawled out over the blankets. The next moment was calm and still except for his shallow and quick breaths, but Kiba knew his mother was standing right at his door. Tsume Inuzuka, not a mother to be taken lightly, sure she'd show concern when the time was needed but mostly she was always scolding Kiba.

"KIBA INUZUKA!" Tsume's thunderous voice called out almost on cue along with a fast yet consistent tapping of a foot. Oh she was pissed. The normal thing for her to do was to hold her patience and wait at the table for him even if he was purposely avoiding her,
but this time she was behind his closed door and awaiting a response. He knew better not to keep her waiting on him, he also knew that his mother already saw through his act.
"Yes, mother?" Kiba reluctantly responded as he urged himself out of bed and opened his door. He was surprised when he made eye contact with his mother, her expression registered more upset than angry and there was also a hint of sorrow.
"You had someone over here when we were out and it looks like you've had sex in the quest room." Tsume bluntly stated which immediately brought on an embarrassed expression on Kiba. He didn't bother to respond because he knew she was not finished yet "Also it looks like he couldn't at least stay around to meet me, what was this just a hit it and quit it situation? Because I thought I raised you better than that." Tsume's statement was bathed in anger this time as she crossed her arms and waited for a response from Kiba. "Mom, it's not like that. He had to go, actually I planned on seeing him in a couple of days. Besides he's going to call for me, I have to return something of his!" Kiba slightly raised his tone.
"Don't you dare get sassy with me! This just sounds like an excuse for him to get out of the house, you don't think he really-" "What do you care anyway!? Besides I'm not going to scare him off like you did with Dad!" Kiba abruptly interrupted "It's my life and I'm old enough to make my own decisions! I can't wait to get an apartment like Hana! Then I won't have to deal with this shit!" Kiba shouted.

"You can't afford an apartment right now! So you're stuck with me and I will not take such disrespectable behavior from my son!" Tsume slammed the door in Kiba's face, leaving him to his own thoughts. He glanced over to Akamaru who was trembling on top of the bed, naturally he would stick up for Kiba but not against Tsume, if he were to do that Kuromaru would tear into him. "I know, Akamaru. It's okay, I understand." he approached Akamaru to comfort him. "Maybe mother is right, I mean he just left his hat here, he could easily get a new one." Kiba buried his face into his pillow but before he could completely immerse himself into his negative thoughts he heard a gentle knock at his door. "Hana, you can come in." he invited his sister in without hesitation. She opened the door and sat at the end of the bed. "I thought I'd check up on my little bro before I left for my place." Hana politely stated. "You're so lucky you have a place of your own." he complained. "Kiba, you know Mother is only looking out for you and those things you said were really hurtful." She waited for a response but was only treated to silence. "Okay, Kiba I guess I'll just leave you be. See you later." Hana left the room hoping that she got through to her little brother.

Kiba laid there for an hour before working up the courage to get up and swallow his own pride. He made his way to the living room where he saw his mother sitting on the couch with an irritated expression. "Hey, Mom?" Kiba said with a shaky voice. "What is it?"
Tsume spat and looked away from her son. Kiba gulped "I came out here to apologize." he bluntly stated. Tsume's eyes darted straight to Kiba "Oh, what are you apologizing for?" her words pierced Kiba. He didn't like when she played this game. He gulped again but was faced with a dry throat "Mom, I'm sorry for those things I said earlier, I just got all worked up because I don't want you to be right." Kiba ended his sentence with a frown. His mother's eyes widened, she didn't expect this much out of her son's apology. She stood up to hug "Kiba, I'm sorry too. I don't want anybody to hurt you like your father did to us." Kiba wrapped his arms around his mother for a brief second before she pushed him off "Now go clean that guest room!" the moment those words left his mother's mouth Kiba gave out a heavy sigh and headed straight for the guest room.