Naruto entered the room scratching his messy hair, still tired.

"Who was on the phone," he asked through a yawn.

"Doctor someone," Kiba replied, not looking up from the paper he was reading in the kitchen.

"Doctor who," Naruto asked, collapsing into the chair next to Kiba.

"Ecola, or Emota, or something."

"Enola?"

"That's the one," he said, using his left hand to point at Naruto, while his right help up the paper, his eyes never leaving the story on page 8.

"What did he want?"

"He wanted you to come into his office as soon as was convenient for you."

"Can it be convenient for me in three hours," Naruto mumbled as he layed his head down on the desk.

-Seven Hours Later-

Naruto had left four hours ago, and hadn't returned yet. This would typically be something for Kiba to worry about, but since Naruto had planned to drag him off to a performance of Romeo and Juliet, he wasn't so much worried as he was relieved.

Kiba had set the TV to a somewhat entertaining comedy and let the droll humor melt away his brain as he comfortably sank into the couch. There were things he needed to do, like homework, term papers, and studying for finals, but there was something that made Kiba's normally studious behavior transition to one of laziness. Maybe it was the fact that the end of the year was quickly approaching, or perhaps the fact that since he was doing so well in all of his classes that even if he failed to turn in the term papers and take the final, he would probably still pass with a "B."

After school let out in a week or two, he and Naruto would go their seperate ways until mid-July. It wasn't something that they typically did. Normally they rented an apartment in the city, found part-time jobs, and lounged around. They, of course, took advantage of the fact that they had no worries and used the low-stress enviornment to catch up on all the "fun" they had missed out on during the school year. However, this year, Kiba had to go on a month long trip to Rome to study the city where "democracy was born." There were of course worse places to have to spend a month, but to Kiba it didn't matter where he went. It was all equally bad if it took him away from his blonde-haired lover.

Kiba had failed to notice that as he let his mind wander, Naruto had walked through the door and had sat down on the arm of the couch. He had his arms crossed across his chest, not out of anger 

or frustration, but out of a lack of other places to put them. He had a half-smile on his face as he watched the only mildly-entertaining program that Kiba had settled on. When Kiba noticed that Naruto had returned he turned his head to him and asked, "how was the doctor's?"

Naruto shrugged, his eyes still on the TV. "It was alright."

"Everything okay," Kiba asked, in a somewhat less than concerned voice. He knew it was okay, otherwise Naruto wouldn't be sitting down nonchalantly.

"Yep. Just a check-up."

"Alright," Kiba nodded and returned his attention to the TV, hoping that Naruto had forgotten about the play.

"Oh, and don't forget; we're going to the theater later tonight."

'Damn it!'

"How could I," Kiba muttered under his breath. He was never one for the arts. Abstract paintings that were supposed to be deep and meaningful just looked like a black circle to him. Sculptures that were supposed to inspire people just looked like a man in a toga. Plays, with their supposed beauty and romance, were just effeminate men dancing around in tights, and seeing as how he himself was gay, he knew what it took to make a man a pansy. Well, it meant something to Naruto, so it meant something to him. Regardless of the fact that he had no idea what plays had to do with portraits, he would support Naruto's newfound passion in any way that he could. It was just like the time that Naruto had gone out and bought Kiba the flag that flew over the White House on June 25th, 1987, Kiba's birthday, when he had announced that he was majoring in history.

-Later That Night-

The seats in the campus theater were surprisingly comfortable, probably due to the fact that no one ever came to see the plays hosted by the performing arts wing of the school. Kiba slowly ate a bucket of popcorn that he had bought from the concession stand. To be honest, he was in shock to find that the school even had a concession stand. Naruto, however, was completely engulfed in the plot unfolding on the stage. It was the infamous window scene where Romeo yells up to Juliet how much he loves her and blah blah blah. Kiba threw another kernel into his mouth and imagined what would happen if you took three guys majoring in film, locked them in a room, and posed the question "Who was the best James Bond?" Unfortunately, he had picked a poor scenario because as soon as he began to imagine the advantages and disadvantages of the three Englishmen, he realized that everyone knew that Sean Connery was the best James Bond, and King Arthur, and captain of a Russian nuclear submarine...

The only interesting part of the entire play was when Mercutio and Tibult have a duel. The swordplay was excellent, it was as if they actually wanted to kill each other.


'Is Naruto checking out Mercutio's package?'

'It doesn't matter he dies... right about... now.'

Kiba looked over, expecting to see Naruto losing interest in the play somewhat with the moderately attractive Mercutio slain, but instead he looked worried. He wrote it off as Naruto getting too into the play, after all, there was a lot of drama and everyone was mad and suicidal and... stuff. He tossed another kernel of popcorn into his mouth, taking more pleasure in the semi-sport of popcorn catching than the play.

When the scene came where Romeo and Juliet got married, Kiba stole another glance of Naruto's face. Despite the happiness in the play, he still had the same worried look on his face. This was definitely not because of the play. There was something else going on. For the rest of play's duration Kiba sat pondering what Naruto could be worried about. Grades? No, he never worried about grades. Money? Well, it had been tight lately, but nothing to lose sleep over. He came to the conclusion that it was sadness because the two would be apart for a long time during the summer. The two hadn't spent more than a few days apart since they started dating after all. He was going to miss Naruto too, of course. It would be lonely in Rome, a romantic city with no one to share the mood with except for boring history majors and stuffy old professors.

Kiba didn't realize that the play was over until everyone around him stood up and clapped. Kiba quickly stood, spilling some popcorn onto the floor, and joined in with the rest of the audience in applauding. Naruto stayed behind to talk to one of his friends that was in the production. Kiba was waiting outside the brick theater when Naruto came outside. The two walked back to their apartment in relative silence. Only the chirping of the crickets breaking the quiet of the moonlit night...