He shivered as he felt a drafty breeze flutter over him. He growled, turning over and tugging on the blanket. For some reason, the blanket didn't budge and Kiba finally forced his eye lids open, looking back to see a gorgeous blond tangled up in his sheets.

Not again, he thought bitterly to himself.

He tugged at the blanket harder until the girl groaned, obviously annoyed, and turned away from him, pulling the blanket with her. In the chill of the morning, Kiba was now finally wide awake.

He tore himself from the bed and stood up. He began to walk towards the kitchen, stumbling over clothes and bottles as he went. He spotted Akamaru on the sofa and whistled to him but the dog refused to look in his direction.

"Fine. Forget you too," he growled, teetering over to the sink and getting a glass of water. He gulped it down in a heartbeat before pouring himself some more. He glared out the window at the sunlight, irritated that the sun dared to shine on such a shitty day.

Today marked the end of two weeks without any sign of Ino. For the first couple of days, Kiba figured she was angry with him for lying to her and leaving her in the woods. After the first week, he had considered going to her house and apologizing, but decided against it in case she was in trouble with Shikamaru because of him. By that point, he had been pacing his house, checking out the window constantly, hoping he'd see her familiar figure strolling up to his front door. Two days ago, he had finally sucked it up, put on his big boy pants, and quit waiting around for her. It was bullshit to think they had been friends or that they ever could be friends. She had wanted him to help her with her marriage, and that was the bottomline. There wasn't any friendship between them, and Kiba felt stupid for letting her back into his heart the way he had.

"Hey," a sleepy voice made him turn around. There stood the blond he had woken up next to, her long hair flowing down her back. She was naked and leaning against the wall, a sweet but sexy smile on her pretty face. Kiba sighed. She looked good, but Ino looked better without even getting as naked as this girl was now.

"Hey," he said stiffly, turning back towards the window and sipping his water.

"Last night was great."

"Yeah."

He felt her press up against him, her bare chest flattening against his bare back. He tensed as her hand slid down to the elastic band around his waist.

"What do you say about going for round two?"

Her hand enveloped his flaccid member and she began tugging on it, trying her best to arouse him. Kiba looked down at his boxers, frowning. He appreciated the effort, but he really wasn't in the mood. Not while he was sober, anyway.

A knock came from the front door and Kiba jumped at the chance to get away from the horny girl behind him. He shrugged her off and sauntered to the door. He pulled it open with a rude "What do you want?"

He felt the color drain from his face and his arm released the door knob, falling lamely to his side.

"Hey, are you busy?"

Ino was dressed in her old uniform of fishnets and the skirt and top that revealed her stomach. She was holding his clothes in her hands, his shirt and boxers folded neatly in her outstretched palms. Kiba stared blankly down at the clothes then back at her face. She was smiling softly, acting as though no time had passed between them at all.

"Well, actually-"

"Who's that?"

Kiba followed Ino's gaze to the naked girl peeking around the corner behind him. He cringed. He had completely forgotten about her.

"Oh, her? This is, uh...um..." Kiba scrambled through what he could remember from last night, searching frantically for her name somewhere in the cloud of booze and shame.

"Emiko," the girl gave Kiba a pointed look.

"Emiko," Kiba repeated. He turned back to Ino. For a moment, her face was unreadable, her expression completely blank. Slowly, her lips formed a grin and she entered the house, tossing Kiba's clothes onto the couch where Akamaru lay, his tail wagging furiously upon Ino's entry. She extended her right arm to the girl.

"Hello, I'm Ino," she said.

The girl looked at Ino strangely for a moment and shuffled slightly behind the wall she was hiding her nudity behind, but smiled back when she decided that Ino didn't pose a threat. "Nice to meet you."

Kiba gawked at them, looking back and forth between the two girls in awe. Was this real life?

Ino and Emiko looked at him and Kiba blushed. Leave it to Ino to befriend the girl he'd just had a one night stand with. If she just ruined his chances of forcing Emiko out of his life, he'd be pissed.

"What did you need, Ino?" Kiba didn't even attempt to mask his distaste. He was still annoyed that she had ditched him for so long without any reason whatsoever.

"You said we could train together," Ino answered, her face expressionless. "So I came to train."

Kiba nodded.

Emiko's eyes widened in admiration. "You're a ninja too? This is just too cool!"

Kiba rolled his eyes. Basically all of the women he slept with only slept with him because he was a shinobi. For whatever reason, the women of the village had a thing for guys who were as skilled on the battlefield as they were in the bedroom. Not that he was complaining, but it still annoyed him every time he saw their reactions.

"Ex-ninja," Kiba clarified just as Ino opened her mouth to respond. She shot him a look and he just shrugged back at her.

Ino turned back to Emiko, her glare now a wide smile. "I used to be a ninja, but I quit because I got married"-she gave Kiba a look and her voice got darker-"happily married."

Kiba raised an eye brow at her and snorted. Was she for real?

Her voice became light and airy again. "But lately I've been wanting to return to my shinobi roots, you know? I'm sick of being soft. A wife and mother needs to be able to handle anything, after all."

Mother? Kiba gulped.

"Oh, you have children? But you look so good!"

Ino shook her head, shooting Kiba another look as Emiko poked around at her stomach, oohing and aahing over Ino's obvious lack of stretch marks.

"Not yet. But maybe someday soon."

Kiba and Ino's eyes were locked on one another. He tensed under her gaze, a spark was lit deep in his gut and he felt a roaring fire begin to blaze deep within him. She was pushing it, and she knew it was driving him insane. The worst part was, even as she spoke to Emiko and glared at him, all he could think about was throwing her against the wall and making her his mate.

He couldn't wait for Emiko to leave so that he could take Ino out onto the training field and fight her. Any physical interaction between them at this point would do, even if it was to hurt each other.

A/N: any ADTR fans? :) saw them with Pierce the Veil and All Time Low. Awesome show! Chapter title is a shout out to them :)