Naruto's POV

I'm not gonna lie to you guys…

I am so friggin' pissed right now, my patience level for nonsense has been stabbed with twenty kunai knifes and tossed out the window, only for it smash into little pieces once hitting the ground. Yeah…

So I'm pretty much very hot-tempered right now. It's amazing that I'm even able to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs from annoyance at the moment, unlike before. Just ask Kiba. He definitely knows what that yell sounds like. I bet his sensitive ears are still popping from how loud it was. I'm just upset that Akamaru had to hear it, too, since he didn't do nothing wrong.

You see, what had happened was…

Don't look at me like that. Just because someone starts off an explanation like that doesn't necessarily mean that it's going to be overly ridiculous and partially unbelievable.

For the most part anyway…

Look, I know I can be a bit of a clown, but that doesn't mean I can't be serious when I wanna be—as I have stated before. That was just the only way I could start off the conversation and I don't really feel like having to explain myself more than I should have to.

Anyway, this is a dire situation here so please pay attention. Give me your ears, dammit. …Or well, eyes… Whatever, just hear me out before you judge. UGH! I did it again!

…Stupid technicalities…

All right, so a couple days after we went to the Hokage Festival, Kiba went on a mission. It was really no big deal. Some crap D-rank mission that I don't care to remember.

God, I hate those types of missions. Are the other people in the village—or in other villages for that matter—so lazy that they can't do most of this work themselves? Ninjas have lives, too, ya know! Stop laying all of your backbreaking, bratsitting, weed picking, dog walking labor on us! We have better and more important things to do with that extra time that we don't use for personal reasons like—oh I don't know—training so we can protect your lazy asses in the case of an enemy ninja attack!

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Sorry about that. Like I said, I'm very volatile right now. Don't be surprised if you suddenly see a few kunai coming towards you just because I believe you made a stupid face at me after I say something that could be misunderstood as idiotic. Anger makes people delusional sometimes. Or maybe I just need to blow off some steam… I'll have to remember to totally thrash my Sasuke punching bag later.

Sorry, Sasuke haters. It's not for sale or reproduction. Ha! Just call me the breaker of your emo bashing hopes and the crusher of your dead duck-butt dreams.

Anyway, going back to the issue at hand before I go off on a completely different topic and absolutely forget what I was talking about in the first place. When he got back home, we had a conversation that went a little like this…

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Damn, where's my flashback cue card when I need it? Oh…here it is…

Kiba opened the door, quitely letting Akamaru down from his jacket, the puppy padding happily to his place next to the couch. Little guy was probably tired from the pointless mission they just went on. I don't even care what it was for; it had to be stupid and boring. Curse you, inventor of D-ranked missions! No one likes you!

"Hey-"

"Listen, I think we need to talk," Kiba said before I could finish my greeting.

"Ummm…ok?"

…

What? Did you expect me to expect me to overly freak out and throw a tantrum or something? Well, ok then… WHERE'S MY RAMEN! …Oh…wrong situation, huh? Well, then, nevermind.

I was confused as to what it was that he wanted to talk about though. As far as I knew, there was nothing wrong between us or something going on in the village that I need to know about. But really, my finger isn't exactly on the pulse of the community anyway so that could have been it. Maybe, I don't know. And even it that was it, I really couldn't care about it in the least.

We sat at the kitchen table, Kiba's chair further away from mine than usual. Well…that was…odd. He always sits down right next to me no matter what we're doing or where we're at. And I do mean always. Just what the hell is going on here? His expression was etched in deep thought and I could also see some sadness hidden in his brown eyes. Oh my God, I hope something didn't happen to him while he was out because I swear to God I will—

"I think we should take a break," Kiba said in a rush manner.

Whoa, slow down there, guy. My brain can only process so many words at a—wait, what! Coincidently, that's exactly what came out of my mouth.

"Wait, what?"

"You heard what I said."

The question of whether or not I heard you is not at hand, Kiba! I may be dense, but I ain't deaf, dammit!

"Where the hell is this coming from?"

Kiba quieted down and looked away. Dude…I am so not in the mood for awkward pauses, nor am I ever in the mood for them really. They're big conversation killers.

"Answer me, Kiba!" I shouted at him.

Wait a second… Did he just flinch? I could have sworn I saw a flinch. Since when does Kiba freakin' flinch? OH MY GOD, THE APOCALYPSE IS UPON US! QUICK, RUN TO THE SHELTERS!

And that was my moment of completely blowing something out of proportion. My civic duty for today has been done. You're welcome.

"I was talkin' to Hinata after the mission and she thinks we're goin' too fast."

Ok, ok. …Wait, huh?

"What does she have to do with us!"

"She's my friend, Naruto! I can't just disregard what she tells me!"

…Touché, Kiba, but still! What does Hinata have to do with what we have together? I mean, yes she did pass out when I told her I was gay—which thinking back on it now was pretty freaking funny—but she's not the type to put herself in other people's business! If anything, she's too shy to get involved into any affairs that don't concern her.

…This somehow smells of Sakura-chan. She probably stuck her nose into the conservation and Hinata only agreed because she was pressured. God knows, I wish she'd just mind her own business sometimes. At times, I wonder why I used to like that pink-haired chick so much that I'd embarrass the hell outta myself just to get her to notice me.

PLEASE DON'T HIT ME! I'M TOO ADORABLE TO SMACK AROUND REPEATEDLY!

…Right? I mean, come on. Aren't I just the cutest thing ever?

…And my gayness elevates to a new height…

"So, if it's all right with you…"

He either trailed off or I stopped listening. Either way, something happened and I didn't hear the rest of was he was saying.

I was visibly shaking and I could swear that my eyes were watering up. It's not wimpy of me! You'd cry, too, if someone like Kiba was "taking a break" from being with you! Some of you may already be tearing up because he's doing it to me and I formally invite those of you to come beat the crap outta him if you feel that you must. But I call first dibs when the time comes.

"FINE! I DON'T WANNA BE WITH YOU EITHER!"

After that award-winning yell of the century—no, of the millennium—I went into my bedroom, almost breaking the door off its hinges when I slammed it.

To be honest, this really is just my freakin' luck! Just when Kiba and I finally start a romantic relationship, he has to go get cold feet and practically call it off! I know this has nothing to do with it, but I'm not THAT offensive, am I?

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Answer that question and I will smite you where you stand. Or, well, sit. Or whatever sort of bodily position you have yourself in at the moment.

It's been about four days since we fought and frankly, we're not on speaking terms right now. Well, at least I'm not talking to him anyway. And he's not talking to me because of it. So I believe that I can safely assume that we're not on speaking terms at the moment.

And I know you KibaNaru fans are just SO distraught over the fact that we're not talking now, but hey, no one said that there was ever a perfect relationship. And considering our personalities, an argument was bound to happen eventually. Maybe not about this per se, but about something or other.

I practically kept myself locked in my room at all hours, only stepping out when I made damn sure that Kiba was nowhere in sight. I haven't really slept right in days, the purple under my eyes being a testament to that. Man, I hope Kiba realizes what he's doing to me… Ew that sounded so gross. Repress, repress, repress…

I just kinda wish that it had happened much, much later, ya know?. I hate the silence we've stepped into, but I don't wanna talk to him. He's going to hafta break the peace if he wants to fix things between us. Oh my God, I sound like a freaking girl. Think manly, Naruto. Think manly.

…Oh, who am I kidding? I'm about as manly as a figuratively alive tangelo playing a pink tambourine in a marching band full of other figuratively alive fruit. And the reason I said tangelo is because that quite literally has to be the gayest thing to have ever been invented by mankind. Seriously, it's made by crossing a tangerine and a grapefruit so how is that not gay?

Anyway, as much as I stand by him fixing this mess, I'm really not sure how much longer I can take this. I'm stubborn as hell, as you already know, but this is honestly beginning to unnerve me. If this keeps up, I might very well lose my already messed up mind.

But now that I'm thinking of it, this fight may just go on forever, taking our constant stubbornness into account. Hopefully, one of us will buckle under the pressure soon. Please let it be Kiba…

Well, speak of the devil.

He opened the door and I turned my head away, practically burying it in my pillow. To be honest, I felt conflicted. I really didn't want to look at Kiba since he was the one who started this whole fight in the first place, but…

"Listen, Naruto. I'm really sorry about what happened the other day," Kiba began, sitting next to me on the bed.

I didn't say anything back. A simple sorry was not going to cut it, but I just had this feeling that he wasn't done talking yet.

"I was acting really stupid and I hope you can forgive me. So I was wondering if we could…you know. Start over?"

Kiba, you have no friggin' idea how much I've really wanted to hear you say that. But…

You know, this whole thing was stupid. Just plain stupid. And my reactions didn't help at all. I feel like an indecisive idiot.

"I don't want us to start over," I said plainly.

He looked at me sadly for a moment, his expression changing to a perplexed one when he saw that I was smiling warmly back at him. Yes, be confused. Be very, very confused. Ugh, I am such an enigma; I don't understand myself sometimes.

…Shut up! You don't know! YOU DON'T KNOW! JUST GET OUT OF MY FACE!

I took his hand into mine and squeezed it tightly. Prepare to be amazed, ladies and gentlemen.

"I want us to continue right where we left off."

Kiba closed his eyes and sighed, a slow smile emerging on his lips. He then leaned forward and gave me a kiss that I'll probably remember for the rest of my life I mean, it was this really amazing kiss. I can't really describe it without sounding too perverted. It was just like wow. And since when does he have this kind of passion? Saying you shoulda been there doesn't cut it, not in the least. And don't even think about kissing my man or I will hurt you!

God, the only thing I'm of thinking is 'HOLY FREAKING CRAP, WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM!'

He separated from me and I stared at him in shock while he just gave me a big grin in return before walking out.

What did I ever do to be able to be with a guy like him?

Oh, yeah. I wished upon a star.

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Wow…! Did I seriously just say what I think I just said? I think I just gagged.

…I need to go wash my mouth out to rid myself of the taste of cheese before it becomes a permanent feature…

Edit 1/27/2014; Removed author notes.

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