The Game *Kiba x OC* (COMPLETE)

Rules

A/N: EACH CHAPTER WILL SWITCH BETWEEN KITARA AND KIBA'S POINTS OF VIEW. I WILL LABEL THEM ALL.

Kiba Inuzuka

I stand in front of Kitara's apartment two hours later wondering if I truly wanted to get involved in whatever she has planned. I've never even been to her apartment before or met her family. What if they're as annoying and psycho as she is? Regardless, this better not be some weird plan to murder me or anything. I reach up and pet Akamaru's head sticking out of my coat before knocking on the door.

"Be prepared to bite her if I need to escape, okay?"

Akamaru sniffs in response and I sigh and knock again before I can change my mind.

The door opens suddenly to reveal Kitara dressed in her customary hoodie and a pair of white loose pants. I grumble my complaints that she took forever to answer and brush past her, curious to see what kind of hell hole she lives in. I notice an open door to the right and head toward it as I see a pile of clothing on the floor. It must be her bedroom. I smirk and quicken my pace. Maybe I can uncover some blackmail to torture her with. Before I can get into her room, she grabs onto the back of my hood and drags me away.

"If you want to live, you won't try that again."

I sigh and flop down on the couch in her main room, Akamaru immediately abandoning me to study the apartment.

"So, what's your idea or did I waste my time?" I drawl, looking around the room.

The apartment seems a bit messy but not the horrors I'd imagined.

"Well, you're a player, so let's play a game." She begins as she sits on the floor to play with Akamaru. The little traitor. "We aren't each other's types so let's put it to the test. We'll fake date. Sweet talk, hang out with each other's friends, go on dates, flirt, all of that mess. Whoever falls in love first, loses."

I sit up, staring at her, trying to figure out if she's serious.

"I'm not kidding." She answers before I can ask. "You don't have to agree."

"So, we fake date and try to get the other one to fall in love with us?" I ask, trying to wrap my head around this.

She is definitely crazy.

"Why not? If you're so confident that you'd never go for someone like me, you have nothing to lose."

I watch as she starts to braid her hair while Akamaru curls up in her lap. Everything in me is telling me to get up and leave but I find myself asking what I'd get when I win.

"Always about the prizes..." She trails off. "Secret bragging rights and the ability to force the loser to do one thing within reason? Easy enough. So, are you in?"

"Why not? As you said, I have nothing to lose." This will be too easy.

"First thing's first, we need ground rules."

Kitara drags me into her kitchen a few minutes later after moving Akamaru to the couch and orders me to sit at the table. My expression deadpans as she spends the next ten minutes searching every inch of her apartment for paper while talking to herself. What an annoying woman. She finally returns with her bag and tosses her sketchbook onto the table. I've never seen her without it, even when training. As she returns to digging in her bag, I grab the book and flip through it.

"Don't touch my book."

"Some of these are actually pretty good."

"Can you listen to me for two seconds?" She snaps, taking the book back and flipping it to the back page.

I sigh and lean back to stare at the ceiling. She's already getting on my nerves.

"Why do we need rules? They're boring."

"Do you want me to have a key to your house?"

"No?"

"That's why. These will be boundaries or things we refuse."

I hear her scribbling fervently so I peek at the book to see what she wrote.

"What did you write down? I want a say in this too!"

"I wrote no sex. Honestly, I would rather toss myself off a cliff than have you touch me that way." She's such a liar.

"Like I'd ever want to sleep with you. We aren't telling anyone about this, are we?"

Together we fill the list with a vow of secrecy among other ideas that we've come up with. Just when I think we're done, she turns the page over and starts to write on the back. Of course we aren't done. That'd be too easy. She tells me that this is a list of requirements for the bet, including date nights, kissing cheeks, nicknames, holding hands, and other annoying things. I think the hardest part of this whole bet is going to be not throwing up at the thought of touching her. She draws two thin lines across the bottom and signs her name before passing it to me.

"May the best competitor win, now get out of my house. It's late."

I tilt my head back to look at the clock hanging behind me and blink in surprise. I'd been here for two hours now. We have training in six hours.

"If it's so late, where are your parents?" I ask as I let Akamaru settle on my head underneath the hood of my jacket.

"They're out." She shrugs, getting to her feet. A quick glance at her eyes shows that she's lying. "See you tomorrow, boyfriend."

I shudder at her words and gag as she blows a kiss at me before slamming the door in my face. What have I gotten myself into?

Six hours later, I start knocking on her door. I'd been standing outside for fifteen minutes now waiting for her to come out but she never did. We're late for training starting now. I didn't want to come but I figure that walking with her might be the start of my victory. I'll be the perfect boyfriend and I'll have this bet won in a week tops. I smirk as the door jerks open then slams shut immediately after. She's never been a morning person. I lift a hand and start knocking again until she opens the door.

"What do you want Inuzuka?" She growls as she secures the bright blue fuzzy blanket around her body.

"What? Am I not allowed to walk my girlfriend to training?" I grin at her sour expression. "We're already late, I hope you know."

I duck under her arm, ignoring her protests, and head toward the fridge. Knowing girls, Kitara is probably going to take forever getting ready, so I will be super thoughtful and make her something.

"Now what are you doing? I swear you're so annoying." She grumbles.

I straighten and turn back to her and hold back a small chuckle as I eye her oversized shirt covered in paint and small holes. "Nice pjs. Where's your food? All I see is two eggs and an expired carton of milk."

"I haven't done the shopping yet. Why didn't you eat at your own house?"

"I did eat but I don't want to waste more time waiting on you Takeda. Go put some clothes on or something."

"How touching." She grumbles as she sets up a pot of coffee. "I'll be fine with my coffee."

Kitara returns to the kitchen a few minutes later, fully dressed I hope since I can't see her bottoms underneath her hooded sweatshirt. I'd spent the waiting time drinking some of the coffee and staring at the few pictures hanging in the main room. None of the pictures had Kitara in it, just a couple and a young brown haired girl. I tear my gaze from the picture to watch her pull her hair back from her face as she brushes it. It's strange seeing her full face since she usually let it all hang down like a curtain. I sigh and shake my head as I notice smears and drops of paint on her face and neck with a few spots mixed into her hair.

"You're covered in paint."

"It happens. What the-? Did you seriously drink my breakfast? You will regret this Inuzuka."