Note:

Finally an update of this fic. However, this chapter is rather standoff-ish in its own way. It shows the perspective of the kind of relation the two main characters have. Hope you enjoy it.

P/s: I changed the story title for the third time. I decided that I liked its original title better than "FANGS AND FLUTE". "BITE ME" has more sass to it…lol…

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

BITE ME: CHAPTER 2

"Crap! Today was total crap!" Tayuya muttered as she ascended up the stairs to the sanctuary of her blissful room.

Opening the door to her room, which had a sign which read, "Tayuya's Room: Enter and Die", but of course nobody gave a fuck about it, especially one person.

"GAARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the scream pierced through the Sabaku mansion followed by loud patters of feet running along the hallway on the second floor. Another door banged open violently. A semi-feminine scream, murderous bashing, the sound of a door slammed shut, another door thrusted open and then slammed.

Hitomi, the twin's lovely mother kept on cooking in the kitchen. Stirring the pot of chicken stew as if nothing terrifying had happened upstairs, she hummed a melodious tune while her husband, Arashi, sat at the table reading the day's newspaper having just returned from work.

From behind the newspaper, "Honey..."

Still stirring the pot, at the same time chopping vegetables for tonight's dinner, "Hmm?"

"Do you know where I last left my hammer and tools?"

Glancing over her shoulder as she tilted her head, trying to remember something, "I think you left it in the garage by Tayu chan's old tricycle."

Putting the newspaper down, Arashi looked up at his wife admiringly, "You're right. I did leave it there from last time. You're a gem, darling. What would I do without you?"

Chuckling, Hitomi turned the gas stove off and left the stew pot to cool. Turning to her husband, glancing up the second floor and looking back at her husband. Her mind actively whirring, "Honey…"

Arashi looked at Hitomi, puzzled by her calculating expression. Sipping at his mug of much needed tea, "Hmm?"

"Don't you think that instead of fixing it, you might have to exchange it, dear?" Hitomi asked her husband.

Sighing, Arashi laid back against his chair as he closed his eyes and massaged his nose bridge once again, "I guess you're right. Let me go find that spare door." Getting up from his chair and rolling his shirt's sleeves, he muttered under his breathe, "Kami, these kids are gonna kill me one day if not run my bank account dry."

Catching her husband's mumbling, Hitomi hugged her weary husband from behind and chuckled, "Well, I guess me and the kids are lucky that you are filthy rich then, ne."

Chuckling, Arashi turned in his wife's embrace and pecked at her lips, "Wouldn't you know that now, darling."

Hitomi pecked her husband's lips swiftly before turning her husband towards the entrance of their house, "If you do go to Puchi's hardware store, say hello to Mrs. Hirosue, will you?"

Closing the door, Arashi mumbled again, "As if I will." That old woman like to meddle in him and his wife's life, not too mention her perverted leers that made him violated was enough motivation for too NOT go to her store no matter what.

Walking towards their garage to check on the spare door, Arashi heard another scream and sighed, "I'll have a head full of grey hair before I'm even 50."

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Inside the house: Tayuya's room

"WIPE THAT STUPID ASS SMIRK OFF, INUZUKA! OR I MIGHT JUST GO AND TEAR IT OFF YOUR PRETTY FACE!!"

From the window of the house beside hers, a particular Inuzuka sat on the windowsill, munching on an apple, shirtless.

Smirking, Kiba threw the eaten apple core down before grinning full watt at the hot-headed Sabaku, "Ooh, now you think I'm pretty, Tayu chan. Could it be that you think about me often that you let me know?"

Tayuya stood at her own window in only her grey tank top and shorts (not that Kiba saw her shorts). Hearing the comments come out of the Inuzuka jock, Tayuya could not help but twitch violently.

Seeing how aggravated his neighbour was, Kiba grinned wider, deciding to push the final button. Roving his eyes up and down her body displayed to him (only the upper top that is), Kiba whistled, "That's a nice sight. I wouldn't mind helping you do more than thinking about me, sugar."

And thus, hell was unleashed.

Grabbing, the nearest and thickest book that she found, Tayuya threw it towards the infuriating Kiba with all the murderous intent that she could ever muster. "GAHHHH! TAKE THAT, YOU STUPID MUTT. DON'T MAKE ME GO THERE AND RIP YOUR LITTLE BALLS OF YA, KIBA!!!!! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF WORTHELESS SHIT!!!!!"

Miraculously, the flying book managed to cross the pretty vast distance between the two houses and was about to hit Kiba in the face. Hard. But of course with all suaveness, the young boy managed to duck the violent throw and caught the book with one hand. Flipping the book, he glanced at it before waving it at his female neighbour and also Literature Studies classmate. "Very good aim, Tayu hime. But I guess now you'll need to come over to my room." Kiba smiled charmingly as he waved the book for Tayuya to see.

Squinting to look at the book, Tayuya's light brown eyes widen in recognition as Kiba's grin widened at her astonished expression. Tayuya sputtered curses under her breathe, cursing the boy to a death of agony. The very boy that drove her crazy every single day ever since they were in diapers.

Flipping the book open and pretending to read it, Kiba continued aggravating the poor (and violent girl) further, "Oh yeah, you definitely need to come over. You're gonna need this baby tonight if you wanna survive Anko's wrath in Lit. Studies tomorrow, sweetheart." Closing the book in finality, Kiba got off his windowsill and proceeded to tug his dark blue curtains close, "I'll be waiting for you to come claim you book. And Tayuya, be prepared to thank me properly, ok honeycomb."

And with that, he cut off their conversation, leaving a hyperventilating redhead sputtering strings of curses, so grotesque that even the devil, Lucifer would cower in shame and fear. Screaming murder, Tayuya shut her window violently that the house shook at the small tremor.

Down in the Sabaku yard, where a certain father was lugging a spare door he had found lying about in the garage, Arashi turned towards the Inuzuka family head, " Am I the only one that wishes that those two would just get together and scream in ecstasy rather than murder?"

Inuzuka Kenichi, halted in his process of pruning his yard hedges and glanced up at his son's bedroom window before turning towards his neighbour and also friend, "As questionable and sick as that notion may sound, I find myself hoping for that too, Arashi. I'm slowly running out of ideas of how to tune out their scream fest."

Sighing, Arashi laid the door down for a minute to take a breather. The door was after all extremely heavy. "I hear you, my friend. I fear I might loose my hearing before the time comes. Not to mention that their arguments are getting somewhat…ummm…how do you say it..."

"Flirty…sexual…disturbing…mentally provoking…" Kenichi provided the words for his friend.

Sighing deeper and looking up at his daughter's window, "Yeah, those. And I'm not sure if I'm ready to accept the fact that my little princess is grown up enough for all those thoughts and activities."

Reaching over the fence hedge between both houses, Kenichi patted his friend's shoulder in understanding and sympathy, "Don't worry. Tayuya will still be your little princess for a long time to come."

Grinning at his friend's efforts to try comfort him, Arashi shook his head, "Not at the rate things and her are developing. Next thing I know, I'll have grandchildren running around my leg."

Suddenly, a loud slam and a huffing girl stomped down the roadway, muttering about castrating and roasting a certain Inuzuka boy, drew the two fathers' attention. Following the girl who was bundled up in a thick jacket and ripped jeans, the two fathers kept silent as she trudged up the Inuzuka's walkway up to the front door and pressed the doorbell. Waiting for a response, the girl muttered off how Kiba was going to regret being born and how she was gonna 'fuck' him up good that he would be childless in the years to come. Sensing two pairs of eyes, Tayuya looked up in the direction near the hedges and saw Kiba's father and hers looking at her with blank stares. Instantly remembering her manners which her gentle mother had pain stalkingly forced into her (her mother was indeed scary when it needed be), Tayuya bowed in recognition and greeting. The two men nodded at her before Kenichi's wife, Tsume answered the door and invited her in.

Seeing Tayuya disappear into the house, Kenichi turned towards his friend, "Do you have more of those cotton balls that you carry about with you all the time?"

Fishing his pocket for some, "Yeah, here." After handing his friend a pair of cotton balls and then stuffing some into his own ears, Arashi looked at Kenichi that read, are you ready?

Will I ever be? Kenichi gave a look that conveyed that very respond.

Both men shrugged and later saw rather than heard a football helmet smashed and flew out of an unfortunate boy's window, followed by a loud and high pitched scream.

Kenichi continued his pruning.

Arashi lugged the spare door back into his house towards his son's room.

Hitomi laid out the dinner on the table.

Tsume feed their litter of Huskies.

Gaara listened to his I-pod on full blast.

And Tayuya and Kiba…

They were busy wrestling on the floor violently. The girl violently chocking the poor boy sprawled under her while he gasped for much needed air.

Teenage hormones always bring out the weirdness in teenagers.

THE END.

NOTE:

Just a short stupid drabble that I felt like writing. Of course it is connected to the story but is focused in its own perspective. Ermm…you get me? Anyway…R&R people! SHOW ME SOME YOUTHFUL LOVE! Tee hee…