Tragic Canine Lovers (KibaNaru)

Chapter 1: Teenage Canines

Konoha: It was an average day for our favorite blond hero for the most part. He woke up at seven sharp and ate a bowl of cereal before training his ass off for four and a half hours. Then he went to Ichiraku's and downed five bowls of various ramen flavors. When he was sitting and eating though, he felt hotter than what seemed necessary. It was a clear day in April, but it was only sixty degrees or so. Naruto just passed it off though as he exited the stand.

"Aw mom, do I really have to go with you to go clothes shopping?" Kiba asked. "We aren't even buying me a shirt, so what's the point?"

"You have no missions today," Tsume began. "Just quit complaining. I promise it will only be an hour." Kiba frowned. Whenever his mom promised a length of time, it usually ended up taking three times the amount. Naruto caught sight of the Inuzukas and came over to talk to Kiba as his mother entered the boutique. Kiba saw him too, and he blushed before turning his attention to the store. Akamaru lay sleeping in the crook of his sweatshirt.

Naruto had been Kiba's crush for a while now. Even before he saw the boy's prowess in the Chuunin Exams, Kiba had liked him more than most of his other friends. He thought it to be a lost cause though, because Naruto didn't seem at all like a guy who'd be into that kind of relationship. "Oh, hey Naruto," the dog-boy called. Naruto waved back as he crossed the busy street.

"What're you up to Kiba?" he asked curiously with his trademark smile. Naruto always seemed to be cheerful when he was around people, but when he was alone, Kiba observed him to be rather depressed. It was confusing. The entire village seemed to dislike him, and it was every person he knew short of the senseis, Teuchi of the ramen shop, the Hokage, and the rookie nine including Team Gai. Kiba had an itch in his nose, so he snuffed it away, and he caught a strange aroma with it. It was slightly musky, but the scent was faint. Kiba just decided to ignore it.

"My mom's got me being her errand boy," the thirteen-year-old replied. "I hate going clothes shopping with her. She takes forever, and she isn't even buying me anything. It's so pointless." Naruto lost some of the joy in his smile. "How have you been doing?"

"I've just been training," the blond boy replied. "I can hang upside down by one foot." Kiba asked for Naruto to show him, and the boy happily complied and hung himself down from the store sign. "Hey Kiba," he began. "Do you feel kinda warm today? I mean, it's only like sixty, but I just feel kinda bleh."

"No, but then again, you are the most unpredictable ninja I know," Kiba replied. "You probably just overexerted yourself while training today." He noted Naruto's appearance and scent. Ya, he was very sweaty, and he was kind of flushed too. A random kid threw a rock at Naruto as he hung from the sign, and the boy fell after dodging it nimbly. "Whoa," Kiba said as he haphazardly caught the boy, tipping himself over too. Naruto held the back of his head as he tried to look and see who had thrown the rock. Kiba raised his head in time to smell a flash of anger come from Naruto, but it only lasted for a split second.

"Ouch," Naruto spoke as he felt the back of his head. It was bleeding slightly from his contact with the pavement. Kiba looked at it, but found that Naruto would live. Kiba's mother came out of the shop sooner than expected, and she looked down slightly concerned with Naruto. But when she caught a whiff of that musky scent that Kiba was dismissing, worry seethed within her.

"You alright Naruto?" Tsume asked as genuinely as possible. She had seen that he acted much like a normal kid, but she knew that he had the Kyuubi sealed in him. Her son helped the whiskered youth up, and Naruto thanked him before running off to who knows where.

"See ya later Kiba," Naruto called as he went for the rooftops.

"I assume you can smell that kind of musky scent in the air Kiba?" Tsume asked. Her son nodded. "I'm done; they didn't have anything really interesting other than a dress that goes well with my markings. You're getting to be about the age where I need to explain something to you, but not here, back at the house." Kiba was kind of curious, but he shrugged it off until his mother brought him home. "Oi, Hana, you still here?" Tsume called out.