"You Changed Me Into My Worst Fear"

I'm on my high...do you know what gatorade does to me?

Onwards....
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Kiba shifted as something wet and slippery brushed across his face. His sensitive nose picked up the smell of…pedigree meaty chunks? He slowly opened his eyes and brought his arm up to shield his face from the sunlight that penetrated through his windows into his room.



“Aka…Akamaru?” he groaned in pain when he’d tried to sit up.

‘Ugh! Damn that punk! Making me carry his heavy shit around for three blocks!’ he massaged his back and stretched to loosen up his tightened muscles and hamstrings. He glanced at the little clock that stood on the bedside table next to him and screamed. Loud. So loud it sent the birds that stood right outside his window, chirping happy songs, flying – (One actually fell from the tree but we won’t go into that. Let’s just say the RSPCA, for animals, sorted him out. Just a broken wing and some other…casualties) – So loud it sent Akamaru jumping out of the bed to hide underneath it and whimper.



“I’m late. Oh my GAWD, I’m sooo late! Kurenai-sensei is gonna have my head on a stake!” he rushed around, gathering his things and took a quick trip to the bathroom to empty his bladder and brush his teeth – he didn’t even bother to shower.

“Akamaru, bag!” there was a woof and the well-trained, obedient dog run out the room, downstairs and back, with a black book bag hanging from his sharp canines.

“Good boy, Akamaru.” He fastened his belt and closed the buttons of his shirt. He run downstairs and saw his sister watching the small television in the kitchen, (“The Price Is Right”, I love that show) and shouting random numbers at the screen (I do that too!), whiles eating toast.



“Why didn’t you call me?!” he yelled and walked round the table to grab a toast. It was burnt so he tossed it into the bin and rummaged for another.



“I did, three times. But then I gave up because mom said you needed to rest.”



“Ugh! Damn you, mortal fools!” he growled and rushed through the front door after devouring his piece of toast and after getting rid of the dogs that tried to hassle him, before hearing his sister yell after him,



“Mortal? And what are you??”

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He stuck his arm out to stop the approaching bus and jumped on, rocking his head to the tunes on his iPod and singing along to “Before I forget” by Slipknot.

‘I can’t believe I’m this late. Oh crap! I forgot to pick up Naruto! Oh well, nothing to worry about, Uchiha probably dropped him off.’ he paused and laughed at his own joke causing people in the bus to look at him as if he were a deranged mental patient. One minute later, the wild laughter receded to dry chuckles as he wiped the tears that had fallen from his eyes.

‘Let’s see how long he can survive in his house. I’m surprised he even agreed to let him stay there…but this way, I can get the dirt on his all-mighty ass. See how ya like me now, Prince Uchiha’ he then proceeded to do an evil chuckle whiles rubbing his palms together. People who sat near and around him had either moved to sit somewhere – far – from him or had gotten off the bus completely. His uncombed, shaggy mane and wolfish grin didn’t help his ordeal neither.

When the bus had reached his stop, he hopped off and flipped an old man the bird when he’d unconsciously shifted away from him as he approached. He shook his head and glared at Kiba’s back.

“Young boys nowadays…you know, back in my day we were never like this…” he then proceeded to lecture the unfortunate citizen that sat near him about the World War II and how he’d saved countless lives just by delivering cheesecakes to France (Yes, this is the story my friend’s gran-pop told me when I went to visit the other day…).

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He barged his way into the front office and found two men in overalls lecturing the receptionist on why she should not leave the computer on all the time.



“Yes, yes I know but we need it to –” she tried to interrupt and defend herself.



“Who’s the technician here, ma’am? I’m telling you. This machine has caused a short-circuit in the mains. It’s not safe to leave it on when you don’t need it.”



“Well we fixed it now so no worries,” the bigger of the two stated and bounced on his heels whiles adjusting his utility-belt, “You wanna go grab a sandwich down the road, Bob?”



“Sure, sure, Nick!”

They walked out with their equipment arguing about which sandwich was better than the other.

Kiba shook his head as he watched them go and turned to the receptionist who looked about ready to burst out crying.



“Miyazashi-san? Do you know if a Naruto Uzumaki registered here today?” the receptionist looked up from where she was standing, hand on chin.



“Yes, yes I believe I did. Blond locks, big blue eyes, a body to kill f- yes, charming young man he was,” She paused and blushed, “why? Is something the matter?”



“Oh, no, I just needed to make sure that he made it to school. Thanks Miyazashi. Bye!” he jogged out of the office to art class, which was what he had now. He’d already missed homeroom and literature.

‘I’ll make it a note to ask him how he got to school today, he couldn’t have known what bus to take. I didn’t tell him…’ he paused in the hallway when a group of girls who were chatting caught his attention. His eyes widened when he caught a snippet of the conversation:



“Yeah, blond hair, blue eyes.”

“He’s really cute!”

“Did you hear…about him and Gaara?”

“Gaara…THE Gaara??”

“Yeah!”

“Oh no…what did he do?”

“He…touched him, no he nudged him!”



‘Crap, Naruto what did you go and do?!’ he didn’t need confirmation that it was he whom they were talking about. As far as Kiba knew, he was the only person with blond hair in this school because Ino’s was dyed.

‘Hopefully he’s still alive at lunch time. Don’t die on me buddy; I need you for my journalism project! ’



He turned and ran the rest of the way to art. As he neared the door, he heard a lot of shouting and rackets.

‘Is there a fight…?’

He stood in front of the door and hesitated a moment before pushing the door open hard so as to alarm anyone near-by who was a potential threat to him, to back off. Just then, his phone rang and he glanced at the screen for the caller ID.

‘Huh, no caller ID? ’



“Inuzuka Kiba here, who is this?”

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“K-Kiba? Kibaaaa!!” he turned around just in time to avoid being mauled over by a blond, hyper-active bundle of energy. He side stepped and watched as Naruto fell flat on his face then went over to help him up.



“Naruto? You’re ok! You’re not dead!” he cried in joy as he shook Naruto at arms length.



“O-of-f-f c-course-s-s I am-m-m,” he tried to say but it came out kinda messed up because his head was being thrown back and forth, “K-Kiba-b, s-stop-p-p shaki-..shaking-k-k me-e-e!!” Naruto placed his hands on his shoulders where Kiba’s were and tried to push him off.



“Hey, dog-boy! Stop man-handling Naruto-kun or he’ll kick your ass, believe it!” a girl said, quoting Naruto himself and throwing up a peace sign.



“Yeah!” about ten other girls chorused. Kiba looked around slowly and paused with widened eyes when he spotted Neji and Hinata crawling from under the table holding onto each other (for comfort, fools, no incest here!).



“I’ve got the right class? This is my art class, yes?” he asked, unsure.



“Yes Kiba and you’re LATE! To registration and to my class. Where were you? And please, get rid of that phone.”

The phone! He’d completely forgot. He brought it up to his ear and hoped whoever it was on the line was still there.



“H-hello? Who is this?”



“Your friend has arrived. He’s Troublesome…”



“Shikamaru?”

There was a sigh and then a…



“Who else?”



“Uhh…yes, I can see that. He’s right here next to me.” Naruto raised a delicate, blond eyebrow.



“Who is it?” he mouthed.

Kiba waved him off and walked to his seat, choosing to ignore the glares that were sent his way from angered fan girls.



“Order, people! Back to your seats! Back to your seats if you don’t want an hour detention…with Kakashi-sensei!” she tried.

Everyone went back to their seats and continued their work.



“Have you told him yet?” Shikamaru asked and yawned into the phone. Naruto stood up and brushed off his trousers, then followed Kiba to his seat and stood behind him.



“No, I don’t think he should know just yet.”



“Mendokuse…I’ll see you two at lunch.” There was a click and the line went dead.



“Kiba!” he winced as he was hugged tightly from behind by Naruto, “I’ve missed you!”



“Ungh! Naruto, the back! Watch the back!”



“Oops, sorry,” Naruto paused and stepped to Kiba’s side, “Was it my fault? Did I work you too hard?” he asked innocently as he rubbed Kiba’s back in a comforting manner.



“Four hours, Naruto. Four friggin’ hours of hard-labour on my part just to satisfy you! What do you take me for?”

Neji and Hinata who were two tables away and were subtlety eavesdropping in the conversation, widened their eyes as they got a completely different meaning to it.



“I’ll make it up to you, I’m sowwy…” Naruto sniffed as he went for the kicked-puppy-dog trick so Kiba won’t cuss him out or demand pay. He hadn’t stopped rubbing Kiba’s back in a circular-motion.



“That won’t work on me, I invented that,” that was partly true. It didn’t work on him, I mean c’mon, he lived with seven dogs and they were constantly throwing those eyes at him – he’d gotten quite used to it, “But I’ll let you off if you do me a favour…” Naruto’s arm froze on Kiba’s back.



“Wh-what favour?” he hesitantly asked.



“You have to work for me…and if you do a good job I might even give you a reward.”



“Ramen?” this part was unheard by Neji and Hinata as Naruto had whispered it. Kiba leaned towards Naruto, their nose-tips almost touching.



“As much as you can…swallow down.” This part they caught and they also didn’t miss it when Naruto had closed his eyes (thinking about Ramen) and moaned. Neji shot Hinata a glance, glad to see he was not the only one horrified. He had had enough. He walked over to the two and cleared his throat.

Naruto opened his eyes and removed his hands from Kiba’s back. Kiba turned around and jumped back, slightly startled when he noticed who it was.



“Ne-Neji…what are y-you doing here?” he was greatly intimidated by this boy, not just because of his eyes, which looked very scary now with the added effects of the veins, but also of what he could do. He could make your school-life a living hell, he had enough power to do it and no one would have stopped him. Neji narrowed his eyes dangerously as he glared at Kiba then spoke in an eerily calm tone.



“I have come to ask Naruto-kun for help…for my…art.”



‘Naruto-kun? Neji never uses honorifics unless he’s talking to Hinata or a teacher…what the hell is going on here?!’



“Sure Nej! Be right there!”



‘Nej? Nej?! Naruto, you fool, are you looking for a death-wish?!’



Naruto was about to turn back to Kiba to ask more about the favour and the ramen when Neji placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.



“I don’t think we have much time, Naruto-kun.” He said whiles glancing at the clock and throwing Kiba another glare. Kiba was confused. What the hell did he do? Before Neji had never noticed him, he hadn’t done anything to be on the receiving end of one of his killer-glares. They had never spoken to each other in their entire time that they’d been in this college together, so what now?



“Umm…ok. C’mon Kiba.” Naruto grabbed Kiba’s arm and walked him over to their desk, Neji following close behind and watching for any odd activities Kiba tried to pull on his blond.

Hinata cleared the table to make space for Kiba, taking extra care of Naruto’s painting.



“H-Hinata?” Kiba froze.



“You know each other?” Naruto asked as he sat down and pulled Kiba with him as he seemed to have forgotten that he was supposed to sit in the chair. Kiba leaned towards Naruto and whispered in his ear.



“That’s the girl I was talking to you about via e-mail! The one I like!”



“Oooohh!!” Naruto mouthed, both were totally oblivious to the death-glare Neji was shooting Kiba right now. He sat across the table from Kiba so he could shoot more, unnoticed.



“Naruto-kun?” he said, trying to get back his attention. Naruto stood up and walked around to his side.



“Here, what is it you need help with?” he took the brush away from Neji and leaned over him so he was trapped between his arms and his head was touching Naruto’s exposed chest. He looked down quickly to hide his blush but Kiba spotted it.



“Errm..w-well…I…don’t know…yet. I was h-hoping you would…give me some i-ideas?”



‘He likes him…Oh my gawd, Neji likes Naruto! Well duh – it was so obvious from the way he was glaring at me…I knew he wasn’t straight. Wow…the great Hyuuga, blushing and stuttering. Wish I could capture this with my phone. Where are those pen-cameras when you need ‘em? Now I can knock down two birds with one stone…or should I say, one Naruto…? ’ he started laughing again at his own mental joke, causing Neji to look up and glare, and Hinata to shift away from him slightly.



“Kiba, Are you ok?” Naruto asked whiles holding the brush in mid-air. Neji glared real hard and narrowed his eyes. He was sure he had seen his little slip. He’d make sure it wouldn’t happen again. They waited for 35 seconds as Kiba sobered up and wiped away a tear that had slipped past his eye-lids.



“Yeah, yeah man. Just thinking about this funny thing that happened this morning on the way to school, y’know?” he lied, aware of the look of disdain and pure hatred Neji was sending his way.



“Oh, ok. Yeah, where were we, Nej?” Neji cursed mentally at his lack of control and fisted his trousers as he felt his cheeks heat up again at the nick-name Naruto insisted on calling him.



“An id-idea, I n-need an idea…Naruto-k-kun.” His breathing became laboured as Naruto leaned in more and rested his chest on top of his head; he caught a whiff of the strawberries Naruto still smelled of... Great he was turning into a male version of Hinata…isn’t that gravy?



“The theme is destruction, maybe you could draw something you hate being destroyed?”

Neji immediately got mental flashes of a dead Kiba, hanging from the pole in the middle of their compound house with a knife through his neck, “Or something you love being destroyed, that would make more sense.” Neji couldn’t picture Naruto dead. So he settled for the first one, but that would have been a bit…blatant. Besides, he didn’t want Naruto upset with him seeing as they had a kind of…relationship. He almost gagged. He heaved a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes and unconsciously leaned into Naruto. He would not lose to a commoner like him.



“I cannot think of anything…”



“You have to have a strong sense of imagination if you want to take art. Why did you choose it?”

Neji froze as his eyes shot open and met with Kiba’s questioning gaze. He narrowed his eyes at him and dared him to say something.



“I chose it b-because I…” he looked around for something to say and his eyes landed on Hinata, “Because I wanted to be nearer to Hinata…sama.” Was what he ended up saying. Hinata’s eyes widened. Kiba smirked for he knew that was a lie, he had an idea of what the real reason was. But he’ll wait and bid his time before killing this one particular bird.



“Wh-why, Neji-nii-san?” Hinata didn’t know whether to be over-joyed or suspicious. For years he’d wanted them to be friends, she did not understand why Neji hated her so much but now, all of a sudden, he was being kind of…nice. First the mirror, then when he shielded her from the pot of pencils that had been thrown their way – (Err, people, let me clarify that…Naruto was standing next to Hinata. Okay…) and when he didn’t push her away or slap her when she’d grabbed a hold of him because she was having a panic attack under the table they were hiding under – (Yeah, Naruto had offered to do that but because Neji was closer to her and he didn’t want her touching Naruto…) – and now this.



“I…well,” he cleared his throat then got very annoyed, this was Kiba’s fault. Somehow he’d made him like this. He’ll see to it that he get’s a lifelong detention sentence! “I do not need to give you a reason for what I do.” He finished then went back to his paper.

“I think this will have to wait, Naruto-kun.”



“Alright…” there was a long awkward silence then Naruto spoke up, “Kiba, do you want a face painting? Look I gave Neji and Hinata one!”



“Yes, I can see that,” Kiba stated. Then he had an idea. He’d make Neji so annoyed with him, he’d confront him then he could make a deal with him…Naruto was an added bonus, “Okay, I want them here,” he patted his cheeks, “Like yours, but red and bolder. Figure it out…Naruto-kun.” he tried his go at being flirtatious. This was so humiliating for him.

‘But it’d be worth it in the end…’

Besides, it wasn’t hard to pretend. He did, at some point in his life, have a crush on Naruto but willed it aside when he knew it wouldn’t be returned and that Naruto was homophobic. Now, if he could get him to play along…

But Naruto as usual was…not so smart. He was completely unaware of the situation here or of how Neji clutched at the side of the table, knuckles gone white, to refrain himself from jabbing the pointy end of the paint brush in Kiba’s neck. Hinata was too busy finishing her painting to notice any of this.



“Okay, Mr-I’m-so-big-in-art! We’ll see.”



“Don’t ruin it.”



“Your face is already ruined, Kiba.” Kiba glared but then smiled coyly when he noticed Neji was still watching. Glaring, but still watching. He swatted at Naruto’s arm playfully and said in the sweetest voice he could muster.



“Oh, Naruto-kun, you’re so funny!” Naruto paused and looked at Kiba for a second.



“Eh? What’cha talkin’ about, Kiba? Are you sure you’re okay?” Kiba scowled at how oblivious Naruto was! Then sighed and pointed at his cheeks.



“Just…do it already,” He smirked and glanced at Neji as Naruto cupped his chin and got ready to draw then He waited for Naruto whiles he dipped the brush in the red paint and took a swift swipe at Kiba’s cheeks. ‘This is going to be ace! Damnit, I so wish I had a camera right now…’

“Naruto-kun, how did you get your hands to be so…soft?” he asked, lowering his voice and making it sound husky as he reached out to stroke Naruto’s hand. He had to use all his strong self-will not to burst out laughing when he saw the confused look on Naruto’s face and heard a craaaacck! from Neji’s side of the desk as a chunk of the table was taken forcefully into his hands. From the corner of his eye, he could see Neji seething. Yep, he was positively furious. Hinata looked up when he heard the crack to see Neji frowning deeply and glaring at Kiba. She turned to see what had him so mad and dropped her paint brush when she saw Kiba stroking Naruto’s hand and him looking as confused as hell.



“K-Kiba? Dude, what are you doing?” Naruto snatched his hand away and narrowed his eyes at him.



“I was just asking how you got your hands to be so soft.” He said and shrugged as if it was no big deal. He’d have to talk it out with him first. He didn’t want his plan ruined and he didn’t want to make a fool out of himself.



“Riiight,” Naruto said sarcastically, “Kiba, it doesn’t work on me anymore so stop it!” he spat out.

The other two looked at them confused, Neji more furious than confused. But Kiba knew what Naruto was talking about. He knew Naruto knew he was Bi. And he knew Naruto knew that he knew he was homophobic, which is why, before, he would constantly tease Naruto by flirting with him or making suggestions or throwing sexual innuendos here and there. It was always fun to watch Naruto freak-out and sweat when he’d tease him. It was so much worse before, he’d cry and run out into the streets screaming his head off then he’d ignore Kiba for months – he even had therapy for it, but he seemed to have grown out of it slightly. Still, we’ll see…



“Really, Naruto?”



“Y-Yeah! S-so stop it! It’s not funny…” Naruto suddenly remembered what had happened in English and shuddered.



“If it doesn’t work anymore, why are your hands shaking?” he got him there. Naruto grew shifty-eyed and fidgeted.





“Just because…it’s just because I was re-remembering s-something from the…other day, y-yeah?” Naruto frowned and clutched hard at the brush. Kiba smirked knowingly.



“You’re stuttering, Naruto…kun. Come closer, I won’t bite…hard.” Naruto looked terrified. Hinata had turned green and Neji…oh my gawd! Neji stop!

He was about to jump over the table and go along with his plan – (which was to stab Kiba in the neck with his paint brush) – when Naruto lunged forward and tackled Kiba onto the floor.



“You’re not funny Kiba…I am not laughing, have you noticed?” Naruto said in a cold, creepy tone Kiba nor Hinata or Neji, knew he had. Even Neji backed up. Kiba raised his hands up in a surrendering manner and smiled apologetically, even though he was slightly intimidated…no, f-ck that, he was very intimidated. He’d seen Naruto go wild and he did not want to be on the receiving end of it.



“Gomen, gomen! Naruto, I was just playing. I’m sorry, man.” Kiba prayed that he’d take it and get off. Naruto released his shirt collar and stood up.



“Okay, let me finish your face-painting!” he said then grinned. Kiba sweat dropped, unsure if he was for real or was just tricking him. Neji had almost dropped from his chair, surprised at how short Naruto’s attention span was. Hinata was…okay let’s steer away from her (Err, can we get some paramedics up in this joint?).

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