Kiba had just finished his first shift at the Diner on campus. When he arrived there early in the afternoon, Paul had told him that one of his other cooks had picked up the shifts on Tuesday and Thursday. But, being the kind person that he was, he offered Kiba the option of being a waiter on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Seeing as he had no idea how to cook, and wasn't particularly looking forward to working a hot stove, he happily accepted the new position. He had been escorted to a storage room filled with boxes upon boxes of God only knew what. Out of one of the boxes, Paul had pulled out a white shirt and green tie which he estimated to be Kiba's size. He was told that this was the uniform that waiters and waitresses were required to wear. He left Kiba in the storage room to change into his new attire.

He thought that there would be some kind of instruction, but apparently it was a "learn-as-you-go" type of job. He had to memorize the night's specials, which no one had ordered, and was just sent out to the wolves.

He loosened his green tie as he approached the male-only dorm, his black sweatshirt in the crook of his arm. Upon reaching the door to his dorm, he found that it was unusually difficult to open. It rivaled the now infamous oaken doors leading into the building. After several seconds of straining and pushing, he managed to push whatever obstacle that was in front of the door out of the way. He could only crack the door open a few inches, so he had to wiggle and squeeze through. He looked at what had been blocking the door to find several buckets of paint. In the living room were brushes by the dozens. Canvases littered the couch, and colored pencils lay on the floor in random places. The normally spacious bedroom was filled with books of Picasso, Davinci, Van Gough and all other matter of crazy artists. The bed had been torn apart and the sheet had been removed. The kitchen was slightly cleaner than the rest of the apartment, but not by any noticeable degree.

Upon reaching the bathroom, he found the source of the artistic whirlwind that had whipped through the usually neat apartment. A certain blonde was standing in front of the mirror with a blank canvas next to him. Surrounding the canvas were paints of all different hues, tints, and shades. The blonde appeared to be painting a self-portrait, though he couldn't tell for sure.

"What are you doing," Kiba asked. He had caught Naruto off guard, as the blonde jumped when he had said it.

"Wha... I... Uh... nothing," He stuttered, his hand on his chest.

"What's with all the paint," Kiba asked in a suspicious voice, his arms crossed.

"It's uh...," he smiled, still panting from Kiba's unexpected visit, "It's my new major."

Kiba raised an eyebrow. "Your new major? Since when do you like art?"

"Since forever," Naruto replied.

Kiba stared at him, waiting for the blonde to realize how stupid his comeback had been.



Naruto turned back to the mirror, "Why do you care anyway? It's my major."

Kiba sighed, "alright, well can you tell me where the bed sheet went to?"

"It's a funny story actually."

"What kind of funny?"

He grinned wickedly, "you'll see..."

-Eight Minutes Later-

Naruto was still staring at the mirror, trying to perfect the bridge of his nose when a loud yell made him drop his brush into the sink.

"Naruto! What the hell did you do?!"

"Told you it was funny," Naruto replied calmly.

Kiba walked back into the bathroom holding the bed sheet. Only, Naruto had taken it upon himself to add a tie-dye effect to it, making it look like it came from a bad garage sale from the '70s. He twitched as Naruto pondered whether or not to call for help. Kiba solemnly walked back to the bedroom to re-make the bed. Kiba could never stay mad at Naruto for very long. It was those big cerulean eyes. When Naruto looked up at him with them, Kiba was helpless. Besides, tomorrow was a very happy day, and there wasn't anything that would get in the way of it.

After Kiba had made the bed, he made a few calls, read his credit card number a few times, and finally turned in. Tomorrow was going to be a good day, a very good day...

-The Next Day-

Kiba awoke to find Naruto's back to him. The sun was shining through the window in small beams, illuminating Naruto's beautiful form. He embraced him, fitting their two bodies together like pieces of a puzzle, and softly kissed his neck. He gently sucked on his collarbone until the blonde began to stir.

Kiba whispered into his ear, "good morning."

Naruto turned his head over and responded with a smile on his face, "hey."

They locked their lips for a short kiss. They pulled away and Kiba said, "I've got a surprise for you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," Kiba chuckled, "as soon as you get back from class."


Naruto hit him lightly in the chest and said, "tease." He got dressed, taking a particularly time to put his pants on, and left, leaving Kiba alone in the bed, still smiling.

A few hours later, Kiba also got up. He went to look out the window in the living room at the small figures of his classmates heading to and from classes. He could make out a couple walking down the grass field. The girl kissed her boyfriend as she ran off to her class as the boy stared after her. He couldn't see his eyes, but he knew exactly what they looked like. They looked exactly like his own did whenever he was parted from Naruto, wide, soft, and with just a hint of a tear. The blonde snuck up behind Kiba and wrapped his arms around the boy's stomach, making Kiba jump slightly. He hadn't heard him come in.

"What are we looking at," Naruto asked.

Kiba turned around and, trying not to let Naruto see his eyes as he responded, "nothing."

"So, what's this surprise?"

"Well, first we need to get a little bit more formal."

"How formal?"

"You have a shirt and tie?"

"Yeah."

"Then what are you waiting for," Kiba asked, a smile on his face.

-An Hour Later-

The duo had caught a ride on a bus and rode it down to a seaside restaurant. The entire point was to make Naruto think that this little expedition was the end of the journey, when it was in fact, only the beginning as cliche as that may sound.

The poor blonde fell for it, hook line and sinker. After they had finished their less-than-astounding meal, Kiba suggested a walk along the beach. The sun had begun to sink as the two made their way under a pier. On the other side there was a small fire going. Kiba led the blonde over to it. They sat down and talked as the sun slowly set in the distance.

Kiba had managed to coax Naruto out of his clothes and into a bathing suit that had been conveniently left behind. Kiba went first, per Naruto's stern request, and changed right then and there. Naruto was a little more shy and walked over to the pier, supports unprotected. After a few minutes he came out clad in only the bathing suit. Kiba sat cross-legged next to the fire. Naruto made his way over. Kiba stared at the setting sun, not even looking at Naruto. The blonde sat next to him and looked on as the sun sank below the edge of the world and as the last glimmer of red faded from the evening sky.


He turned his head to Naruto to find that he was still staring at the horizon, like he was waiting for something else to happen. Naruto finally turned around to meet Kiba's gaze with a smile. He placed his head in Kiba's lap who began to play with the blonde's hair. Twirling little bits of it around his finger. Kiba lowered his head and met Naruto's lips. He moved his mouth up to his ear and began to gently suck on it. Kiba ran his hand over Naruto's topless chest. The blonde let out low moans of pleasure as Kiba finished with his ear and made his way back to Naruto's mouth. They let their tongues play with the other's as Kiba slowly and playfully began to pull his partner's trunks down. He slipped his hand into them and grabbed Naruto's firm butt, still letting his tongue run wild in his partner's mouth. Naruto had moved his arms over Kiba's body grabbing hold of his biceps. Kiba moved down his partner's body as Naruto kissed any part of Kiba that he could get his mouth on. Only a sliver of his trunks remained on his waist now. Kiba abruptly ripped them off and made his way down to Naruto's throbbing length, all the while his partner letting out moans of pleasure.

He kissed the top of it and slowly pulled it into his mouth, running his tongue over every inch of it. Naruto's moans got louder and louder. Kiba repositioned himself so that his body was in line with Naruto's. He started to bob his head as Naruto grabbed some of Kiba's hair. He bobbed faster and then stopped, leaving a panting Naruto unsatisfied. Kiba discarded his own bathing suit and flipped him over. His penis found the boy's entrance, he looked at Naruto for permission to continue. The blonde nodded his head in silent confirmation and Kiba entered him. Naruto let out a yelp, originally of pain, but turning to pleasure each second. Kiba slowly thrusted in and out, trying to find Naruto's prostate. The blonde let out a loud yell and he knew that he had found it. The entire world melted away, the ocean, the fire, the distant sounds of the metropolis, only he and Naruto existed. He continued to pump until he couldn't hold it anymore and he came inside of Naruto. His partner came at the same time that he had, spraying his seed all over the sand and his chest. Kiba pulled out and lay next to Naruto, holding his hand, looking up at the stars.

After Naruto had stopped panting, he turned his head to face Kiba. "Happy anniversary."

Kiba turned his head and looked into his lover's big blue eyes. After all these years, he finally knew how that dream had ended...