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Here it is folks, the next chapter. Sorry it took so long, but I kind of completely forgot about this site. Then I thought of it one day, and figured I should do something productive… Ta-da

It's nothing major, but I'll try to have the next chapter out a lot sooner than it took this one.

Anyway…

Wishes Chapter Two: Party Hardy

While Kiba took a nap, Kankuro went back to his apartment to work on some of his puppets. Sitting down at his desk, he starts to tinker with his puppets; tightening screws, re-aligning limbs, or just fiddling with them to make sure nothing's out of place. He had just finished touching-up his last puppet when he glanced at the clock. "Hmm. 8:03. Lost track of time. I should probably leave." He steps out of the chair and turns to head to the bathroom. "Shower first."

Showered and dressed, Kankuro steps out of his apartment and starts off toward Ino's house. Once there, he knocks. When no one comes to let him in, he rings the doorbell. After a moment the door opens and Kiba steps out, his face lighting up after seeing who's at the door. "Hey, you finally made it! Good."

Kankuro scoffs, "Not like I have anywhere else to go."

"True, it's not like you have any other friends," the younger teen remarks with a toothy grin.

"Screw you Inuzuka."

"Well come on in, the party's just getting started." With that, Kiba opens the door and drags Kankuro inside. The inside of the house is cool, but not too cool. It wasn't dark, but the light was faint. It felt mellow, and relaxing. Somewhere else in the house Kankuro hears laughter and voices. Some familiar, some not. He heads in the direction of the noise, Kiba trailing behind him.

Two hours and a lot of alcohol later.

Kiba steps quietly down a semi-lit hallway. Stopping momentarily, he closes his eyes to think, placing a hand on the wall for balance. How did he get here…? Hell, he doesn't know. He barely remembers the last two steps he took. Opening his eyes again, he realizes he's on the floor, a soft ache pounding in his hip. "When did that happen?"

The floor creaks behind him, and he turns his head to see a dark figure headed in his direction. The teen, still on the ground, looks at the figure with a toothy grin. "Hey there, Kankuro, what's… up? "

The older teen looks at the boy on the floor, scowling. "Damn it. I've been looking all over for you. This party thing is over now; everyone's leaving."

Kiba cocks an eyebrow. "Aaaaand?"

"And, you've gotta leave too, Mutt."

"Ok, ok. Calllm downnn." The teen carefully picks himself up off the floor, and takes a few stumbling steps down the hallway. He's about to reach the end of it when his eyes suddenly become heavy, and he shuts them, just for a moment. When they open again, he's back on the floor.

"You're drunk." Kankuro walks up next to Kiba, leaning over to pick him off the ground. Glancing left, then right, he puts his arm around the now standing Kiba, making sure he doesn't fall again.

Kiba feels strong arms pull him to his feet, and then those same arms wrapping around him to hold him in place. For a moment, he briefly entertains the thought that he might enjoy the older teen's arms around him, but his mind is too hazy at the moment to come to any concrete conclusion. He does find himself leaning into the other teen's strong grasp though. He turns his head to the side, his glazed eyes staring blankly at the older teen's head. "Fuck you." He chuckles to himself.

Kankuro barely heard the words; his mind was more focused on the hot breath brushing past his ear, and the chills it sent down his spine. He sighs and shrugs it off. Taking two more steps, he reaches the end of a hallway and turns left. "Why is this bitch's house so big? It'll take me days to find my way back to the front door."

About ten minutes, and a few wrong turns later, Kankuro makes it to the dining room, then the living room, and finally the front door. He quietly opens it and takes a step outside. "Of course... It's freezing." A cool gust of wind hits his face; sending a chill down his spine. He takes a few more steps, pulling Kiba with him, and looks up at the night sky. The moon was bright, but not full. More of a crescent shape, and the stars shined brilliantly in the darkness. The air was cool, refreshing. "A nice night to sit out and relax."Another gust of wind hits Kankuro in the face, making him shiver more. "If it wasn't so cold." He looks over at Kiba, who's passed out, leaning against Kankuro for support. He pauses for a moment, and then starts to drag/carry Kiba down the road.

"Well, Mutt, looks like you're staying at my place tonight, 'cause I'm not dragging you all the way to yours."

NOTE: Yay. Wasn't that just magical. Ok, maybe not quite, but it's something! Please review, I like reviews. They make me as giddy as a little schoolgirl who just got asked to the dance by the most handsomest boy in school.