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I feel like Kiba should have a book specifically made for him when it comes to favors. You know, like a list of rules and regulations regarding the favors he asks of me? 

Because seriously, every favor of his is ridiculous: sneak into the teacher's lounge, sneak into Tsunade's office without her finding out and switch papers with other papers, sneak past Iruka and steal his stupid vegan whatever drink, which, by the way, is good—but no thank you—use my charming good looks to sneak into the girls locker room and hide their clothes...

Not that I needed to sneak in, all the girls practically welcomed me in and sat me down and I was the one tortured because they asked for advice. What advice do I, Uzumaki Naruto, have to offer? I mean, just why?

But anyways, rules. Kiba needs rules. Or a leash. Mostly rules.

Number one: nothing too drastic, you know? Like asking me to—oh, I don't know—break into Gaara's dorm room? Like I'm currently doing at this moment? 

Seriously, why do I let myself get caught up in his stupid things? More like why can't Kiba think of better plans. 

Number two: nothing that requires me to do any physical labor. And when I say that, I mean like climbing a rope that looks very dangerous and sketchy to reach Gaara's window because we're not allowed to be in the senior hallways—which is stupid, by the way. I have special permission from the director himself to go anywhere I want in this school because he knows my dad.

Number three: nothing that requires me to talk to strangers, like I'm about to do with Gaara's brother who I literally just caught playing with dolls. 

What was his name, again?

"Uh..." This is awkward.

"If you're looking for Gaara, he's with that friend of yours." He said, not even bothering to put the thing away. 

I nodded, frozen. 

He sighed. "Come on, say it. I know you're wondering."

"Yeah, uh... dolls—"

"—puppets."

"Puppets," I repeated, nodding. "Theatre?" He nodded. "Cool, cool. Hey, Kiba!" I shouted down the window. "Help me, there's a weirdo playing with dolls!"

"That's Kankuro, you dumbass! Ask him where Sai is!" He shouted and Kankuro got up to walk over to the window and wave to his 'best friend.'

Oh yeah, did I ever tell you guys about how Kiba and Kankuro literally bonded over makeup and the fact that their names both started with the letter K? Yeah, that happened. 

Not that I'm jealous or anything. I've known Kiba since we were practically five but whatever.

"Sai?" Kankuro asked, more like shouted near my ear. "Haven't seen him since three days ago! I told this guy here he's with Gaara." He informed as he pointed at me.

"Wait, he's been gone for three days? Where to?" I asked, not curious or anything as to Sai's whereabouts. 

Not like I cared, I was kind of avoiding him anyways. Avoiding him and completely avoiding answering that confession of his. Yup. This entire week has been dedicated to avoiding that guy at all costs. Which was easy because now that I really thought about it, he had been giving me my space. Damnit, Sai. Why are you this considerate? 

Rather, why are you making it hard for me to hate you?

Stop it, Naruto. You hate him for what he did. You also hate Sasuke, but that's a different issue. I sighed. And to think I'd have to see his stupid Sasuke-look-alike-face because Dad wants me to bring him along...