Dead doggy body beyond this point.

Title: EWWW!

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Kiba

Urban Legend: Humans Can Lick To

Word Count: 753

AN: Just one more after this, promise.

Locking the windows as his parents got ready to leave for their date, Kiba smiled as Akumaru barked and bounced around on his feet, making him laugh at his dogs antics.

"Now, Kiba, remember to close and lock the rest of the windows and don't forget to lock the door behind us," his mother said, pulling on a jacket as his dad smiled and grabbed his keys. Kiba nodded and waved them off.

"I'll be fine and you two know that. Don't worry about me. I have Akumaru to," he promised, shoving a bit of his hair back, wondering if he should have gotten permission to have friends over for the night while his parents were gone. He knew they wouldn't be home until the next day, the two wanting to stay at a nice hotel for their anniversary date. "Have fun, you guys," he called as they left, their car soon disappearing down the street.

Shaking his head and closing the door behind him, making sure that the locks were engaged on the door, he checked the other windows before he headed down the basement, closing two of the three windows. Trying to get the last one closed, he growled, Akumaru woofing at him in amusement.

"Be nice to me, Akumaru," Kiba huffed, shaking his head as he got the window closed, trying to turn the lock before growling. "Damn it," he huffed, shaking his head and heading up the stairs, his companion following after him with a wagging tail. "I suppose I just have to lock the door, yeah?" he asked as they stepped out of the basement, closing the door and turning the deadbolt to keep it closed. Rubbing at Akumaru's head, he pulled out the meatloaf and vegetables that his mother had left for him, heating it as he feed his friend first and then sat down to eat.

An hour later, he was happily going to bed, curling up under his thick blankets, Akumaru sliding under the bed with a happy huff, his squeaky toy sounding as he chewed on it. "Go to sleep, Akumaru," Kiba scolded, reaching down and getting a lick of a rough tongue. "Goodnight." A woof was his reply as they both settled down for sleep.

Sometime during the night, he woke up, sitting up in bed with a huff, trying to figure out what had woken him up, eyes blinking in the semi darkness, the street lamp shining in from the street. Shaking his head as he heard the drip, drip that came from the bathroom across from his bedroom, he groaned and flopped back, rubbing his face. "Must of left the water on enough to drip," he muttered, shaking his head and turning over. He didn't think it was to much of a big deal, he could deal with it since the sink often leaked anyways. His father had never gotten around to fixing it for them. It was late and he wanted sleep.

But no matter how much he tossed and turned, he just couldn't get back to sleep, moaning lowly as flipped back over onto his other side, hand reaching over the edge and feeling Akumaru lick at his hand, reassuring him that he was there.

Sighing happily, he fell asleep. A few hours later, he once more woke up and reached down, listening to the dripping, feeling his companion lick his hand, allowing him to sleep once more with a mumbled "Good boy."

That morning, as the sun shone through his window, Kiba groaned and crawled out of bed, rubbing at his head before he stretched slowly with a moan. Shaking his head, he looked out the window at the sound of a car pulling up.

"Finally. Maybe dad can fix the faucet for good now," he muttered, wrinkling his nose at the dripping that was going on. "It must be seriously loose," Kiba continued, grabbing his clothes and towel for the day before heading into the bathroom.

Walking into the sun drenched bathroom, he looked up as he put his towels down on the sink counter, eyes widening as he gagged on bile at the sight of Akumaru hanging from the shower curtain, blood dripping from his body. Eyes widening, he noticed that he had been skinned like a hunted animal, his body already stumbling away from the sight on autopilot, heading for his bedroom. Reaching for the bat next to his door, he looked down at the floor, the flash of white on his rug catching his eyes.

Screams tore through his lungs as the red words on the page got through the fog of shock.

After all, HUMANS CAN LICK TO.