In all the excitement and happy dancing that Kiba was doing he wasn't aware that he'd woken the blonde that he'd been sleeping on. Waking up with someone that you didn't know was pretty tragic, someone you didn't know who was naked was even worse. Naruto was deciding whether to scream or punch the guy that was splayed out over his lower half in the face. "Who the hell are you!?" He asked, deciding to go with the more domestic approach. "What do you mean who am I?" Kiba scoffed, Naruto felt like he had recognized the superiority in the male's tone but he couldn't seem to match it with someone he knew because he knew he knew that he didn't know the person on top of him; the naked person on top of him.

The former dog jumped off of the mattress and took his first steps as a homosapien. The excited smile obscuring Kiba's face, he ran out of the door and back in several times, giving a test drive on his old yet new limbs. He ran further into the small apartment, not really caring where he was going or what he was about to break from the shakes his weight caused to run through the walls and floors. Kiba turned into the main room where he'd spent his night miserably trying to eat a slice of pizza. He grabbed one of the pre-cut slices and shoved half of it into his mouth before running off again, turning into the door opposite from where he had left the blonde baffled, still laying in his bed from the shock of what the hell had just happened.

The blonde decided to put and end to the tremors that shook his bed and the picture frames next to his bed. He flipped his legs over the edge of his bed, and started walking towards the door but was cut short when he heard the most shrill and blood chilling scream he'd ever heard. It was a high note that rang in his ears moments after it had ended like static. He slowly approached the door where the stranger had ran into, the bathroom, and looked hesitantly into the doorway to see the man picking at his face. Chanting a chain of "No"'s with an occasional added with "This can't be happening!" The man was really freaking out, as if the face he was looking at had been just put on the man's skin. Which clearly wasn't the case since the scars that marred the man's hairless head were decently healed but seemed to be ripped open to be kept from healing.

"Who are you?" Naruto asked again, the man jumped at the sudden break in his concentration. "I'm Ki...Uh..." He stuttered. He did Not want to use his real name when he looked like this! He tried to think of any name, any possible name that wasn't his name nor Naruto's. He sputtered the first thing that came to mind. "Akamaru?" The blonde echoed back at him, it rolled off his tongue awkwardly, never having had said anything close to that, the only thing that came to mind on a base of foreign and freaky names the only thing that came to mind was "You wouldn't have happened to Know Kiba Inuzuka would you?" He asked anyway, he figured it was a long shot but it was worth the question. Akamaru's neck had constricted. He gulped silently, had he really been found out that quickly. "I gotta go" He announced, dejecting the question that had landed in his lap. He pushed his way past Naruto, ignoring the shiver that ran down his spine as his naked skin rubbed against the rough material of the blonde's clothes.

He walked towards the front door, the urge to leave to strong to care about his nakedness. "Wait!" The blond called once, the waves bounced off the walls until it reached Kiba's ears. He tried to ignore it but was glad he didn't when a flop of material stopped him. He looked down where the material had made another flopping sound. He looked down at the khaki colored trench coat. He attempted to smile, ignoring the message the coat had symbolized for the blonde all he cared about was hiding his face from the public.

Kiba popped the collar up to hide the lower half of his face, which was good enough for him since he was out of options unless he wanted to talk to the blonde; normally he wouldn't mind talking to a blonde but he didn't like the sheen of sympathy that shone in the blue eyes. He thought about them for a moment, they were etched into his brain. They slightly looked like shining coins under the deep ocean's surface. He sighed and exited the apartment without a thanks or good bye.

The run back to safety, his home; Rose. All passed by in a blur. He nearly got a concusion from when he ran into the wall inside the conveniently closed lifr. He caught his breath as it rose to the top, but his excitement never faltered, his entire being just esctatic that he was human once more, even if he was riddled with mysterious scars that he'd never seen before. Yet his still poushed himself out of the now open elevator, therough khaki material scratched at his thighs like dog's nails.

Kiba found himself knocking on the door of his apartment and waited impatiently for Rose to come to the door. The locks on the door released with metallic clicks and Rose appeared on the other side of the door, He pushed past her but was stopped with the suprising force of a club bouncer. "Who're you" She asked, he finally noticed that she was sobbing wet and only in a fluffy pink bathrobe; The only thing that wasn't covered in bears. "It's me, I'll explain later" He dissmissivly said, trying to shove past her once more only to be pushed back with more force. He stumbled back, "It's Me! Kiba okay!" He yelled in her face. Tears thretening to spill for the first time since he was five. "What... Happened?" She asked, believing him for god knows what reason.

"Rose who is it!?", Kiba gulped. His father was Here. Of all the times to show up it had to be now. He fiddled with his hands for a moment and looked away when Rose gave him a concerned motherly stare. Without any words Rose opened the door and let Kiba slip past his father and into his bedroom.

Rose just stood there, shocked. She was slightly concerned at the traffic of strange peopel coming into the penthouse but right now other things concerned her. What had happened to Kiba. To make him look like that, What kind of sick person would do that. Was that where he was all of yesterday and the night before. She cleared her throat before saying it was nothing in a loud enough voice so her boss could hear her. "Can you finish cooking those eggs now?" He said dissmissivly from the table, the tone was evidently an inherited tone. She almost smiled, almost. At least he was all right, "Yes sir" She said before walking back into the kitchen and in front of the frying pan.

Kiba pulled a black sweatshirt over his head and let the hood rest over his forehead, covering the scars that decorated his skin like Christmas tree ornaments. "Was that Kiba?" He could hear his father ask. Then it was silent, it made Kiba's blood come rushing into his ears at the sense of his father seeing him like this. He gulped and hid further into the jacket.

His father only knocked on the door once with his fist, making Kiba jump at how close his father could get in such a short amount of time. The door swung open and the sound of Italian leather on carpet covered concrete filled the room. Kiba sighed, he was hoping that he had a little time to fix his face or find an excuse to give his father over dinner. He sighed again, but didn't turn around when his father laid a warm hand on the trench coat he'd been wearing. "Something wrong son?" Kiba could hear the sad smile that his father had when he wanted to show empathy, or rather pity would be the more appropriate term. "Where we you last night, Rose said you didn't come home" "Yeah but..." Kiba started. "But" His father prompted. Kiba sighed once more, He raised his voice "I didn't come home because I look like this!" He yelled, turning and nearly shoving his face into his father's eyes. The older male gasped, but hid his shocked face quickly. He looked into his son's eyes with something close to disgust. "What... What in the hell did you do!" He yelled, Kiba narrowed his eyes. Did his father really just yell at him for something some crazy nut at a party did. "Well!" Yes yes he is. Kiba just rolled his eyes and tried to think of an excuse that matched up with his story.

"I got into... a uh. Fight!" Yeah a fight! He'll buy that! He tried to tell himself without sarcasm dripping off the words like acid that just told his mind it wasn't going to work. His father sighed, once. Twice. He rubbed his forehead, squishing his eyebrows together in frustration and the air thickened once the older man shot his eyes up at Kiba like he was pointing a gun at him with murderous intentions. "Just... Don't leave the house" He muttered angrily before walking out of the room and slamming the wooden door behind him so hard the window vibrated in its welding. Kiba sighed in relief. At least he wasn't kicked out, yet anyway. He just threw himself on his bed in hopes that he was indeed in a dream. The whole being a dog thing with that one kid wasn't as bad as this nightmare. He Brushed a hand over his face, picking up oils and nervous sweat. He rubbed it on the khaki colored trench coat and shut his eyes. Hoping, praying that this was just a dream.

He fell asleep and regretted when the hands of sleep let go of their thick grasp on him. He flicked open his eyes feeling the same he did when he woke up. Depressed, alone. Kiba was only alone, but now it was setting in after a decade of being alone. He just stared at the smooth ceiling above him. The white was pushing into him, he felt slightly like he was in a mental hospital. Slightly hoped he was in one but to no avail when he looked down at his chest all he saw was his skin sticking out of the trench coat the kid gave him before he ran off. The Kid! Kiba thought, saying it out loud as he thought it. Naruto! He was the one who got Kiba out of his dog form. He could get him back to his former glory too. Ino did say that Love could take the curse away, or whatever.

The now bald teen just laid there, splayed out on his bed, wallowing in self pity. This is what his life had come too? Being forced to experience things and spend lots of time with someone he didn't even know existed? He felt like a kid who's mother is constantly setting up play-dates with her friend's kid. But the thought only made him sigh out loud, thinking about his mom after all this time was just...Painful.

It hadn't been painful with what's his face, didn't even think about her all the time. Didn't think of her once actually. The blonde had kept him thinking about him. How he was such a good person, to just about everyone. Even his -obviously- drug addicted dad. Which got Kiba thinking, why would anyone that had such a special kid be doing drugs? Oh my god Did Kiba just call some guy special. No but he thought it. Even worse that the thought of the blonde calmed him down when the used to be soothing thoughts of his mother usually did that for him.

He was started to get infuriated and confused, he was not gay, he liked sex. He grunted his frustration Taking the note out deeper and lower until it sounded like a feral growl that echoed through the room and seeped out of the walls like tiny fish going through a tuna net.

His life felt like the Roman empire right now. It sucked! He wasn't even himself. Just some freak with scars and tattoos. He looked down at his wrists, examining the faded ink on one wrist and the new one on his left. He glared at it to make it disappear, but it didn't work. The new one was in the shape of a dog? Maybe a tree. The dog tree had an hourglass in the center and twelve dark balls that scoured around the branches like ornaments. He looked at his right wrist at his actual tattoo that he'd actually gotten without the need for a crazy witch to cut into him. It was a simple design. Two black fangs that hung next to each other.

Kiba woke up the next morning in cold sweats. "I just had the most terrible..." He'd started to wipe the sweat off of his face before it leaked into his eyes. Only to see that the dog tree thing was still molded onto his skin. He looked at the other tattoo. It seemed to calm his racing heart. It was the one thing that kept him from breaking a lot of people's faces. He didn't know why. Maybe it reminded him of the family he had when he was little. He blew that excuse off like dust off a picture frame. Exposing the truth. He never had the perfect family, not really. His dad was never home even as a kid. His sister was annoying and his mom made promises she couldn't keep. Yet Kiba still loved her, loved them.

He stood up, popping random muscles in his arms and back, trying to shoo away the chick flick moment that lingered in his mind. "Don't leave the house" His father had said. Couldn't risk embarrassing the Inuzuka name, not that people could recognize him anyway. His eyes fell on the khaki colored trench coat he borrowed. The thing actually made him smile as if the bare thread coat was actually telling him a joke. He picked it up, delicately as if it were made of glass and would break if he treated it like he would his own clothes. The brunette fought the urge to sniff it for some bizarre reason. He exited the room in just a pair of sweat pants he must of put on while he was sleeping.

He walked through the hallway and entered the quiet living room. It was quiet. Too quiet. Kiba looked at the couch, Rose wasn't there. Her blanket was folded over the back of the couch. Which means she must be up, or out. Kiba looked around the corner and into the kitchenette. Rose wasn't there either. She was out then.

Kiba called room service. They sent up a bellhop, a gray haired man with a mask on, Who does that? Kiba had asked himself the first time he saw the man walking in the lobby, helping an elderly couple with their boxes. He stared at the man incredibly as he walked back and forth to the elevator with two or three boxes stacked in his arms.

He handed the coat to the man, holding a snarl when the man folded it too rough. Kiba just sighed in his head at himself, he'd gone bonkers. The gray haired man took in Kiba's new look. Not even a gasp or falter in the man's facial expression. "What?" Kiba growled when the man just stood there with the coat under his arm. "That's an interesting look on you" The man said like he knew everything. Kiba just rolled his eyes. "Can you take that across the street. To that store?" The man nodded. "Bye Kiba" He said, the help was supposed to refer to the tenants as mister or mis. Never by first names, yet it sounded okay when the gray haired man did it.

Days had passed since the coat had left his possession he stared out the window and watched the blonde take it from the bellhops hands. Staring at him, then up at Kiba like he knew that the teen would be there. The gray haired man had told him that Naruto had said something. Kiba wasn't listening though. He was too focused on the way that Naruto looked at him from seventy floors down. Did he know that the scarred man that woke in his bed was Kiba?

"Listen Doctor, I need you to fix... my son" The man in the snow white coat nodded, his glasses slid down his nose only to be pushed back up. "I'm sure there is something I can do" He nodded as if agreeing with himself. just frowned. "It's really bad Doc." He continued. "I think I'll be the judge of that. I'm sure there is some form of surgery I can preform, but it will be pricey" Mr. Inuzuka tapped his Italian shoes on the dirty white tile below him. He was leaning against the counter adjacent from the one Doctor Yakushi. He had freakish gray hair that looked odd on his young face yet suited him well. "I don't care about the price. I just want him fixed" said coldly. The man nodded, "I should probably see him before I could give you an estimate" Mr Inuzuka nodded, shook the man's cold hand and left, storming out to his sleek black car without another word. Praying on his dead wife that he could fix his son, and not just his face. But he had lost hope in having the perfect son a while ago. Now things were just getting worse...

End of Chapter 4

Sorry I'm late.. BUT MY brother moved in... I DON'T LIKE IT! I like to read in the bathroom. at NIGHT! and he just strolls in and... looks... then walks away.. and I'm like.. Shudder... I need another bathroom. BUT THAT ISN'T THE REASON WHY My updates are slow... I just can't let him find out! Or he'll tell my dad... and I'll get sent to straight camp... Sorry again for the update.. or therefore lack off. Sorry..