"You know Sasuke hired a cleaning lady." Kiba opened his eyes to look at Ino as she came out of the kitchen, hands on her hips, a wooden spoon in one hand and an apron tied around her.

"So?" He asked completely uninterested.

"He hired a cleaning lady so Sakura wouldn't have to clean everything." Ino replied, sending a dirty look towards his feet propped up on the coffee table.

"Well, isn't that nice of him." Kiba answered, refusing to remove his feet even though she was glaring laser beams straight at him.

"It is. It's very nice of him." She said pointedly.

"I thought you hated Sasuke?" Kiba asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I do." She replied, crossing her arms and making a sour face.

"Then why the sudden obsession with his cleaning lady?" He asked innocently, leaning back on the couch and folding his arms behind his head.

"I was just pointing out that he hired a cleaning lady." She says testily and he can tell she's glaring.

"So?" He closes his eyes as he asks.

"So? I was trying to hint that you should do the same!" She snaps angrily, finally loosing patience.

"Why?"

"Why! Because someone has to clean the house and I shouldn't have to do it all by myself!" She shouts back at him, pointing her spoon at him menacingly.

"I never said you had to do it all yourself." She opens her mouth but stops short at his comment.

"Then why the hell haven't you cleaned anything? Ever?" She demands huffily, spoon still pointed threateningly.

"Because I have yet to see anything worth cleaning." A smirk stretches his face as he answers and he knows she's about to blow a gasket.

"What? Are you blind? This whole place needs a serious clean up!" She yells, stomping her foot and gesturing wildly with her spoon.

"If you think its dirty then you clean it." She stops gesturing to stare at him in confusion.

"But you just said-" He shrugs at her.

"I said that I'd help when I saw something to clean. And you should do the same. If you think it's dirty, clean it." There is a pause.

"I can't believe you!" She screams furiously, her hands curling into fists.

"Why?" He asks, completely innocent.

"You're impossible! Clean something, dammit!" She shouts, throwing her arms in the air.

"What?" He questions, looking around the room.

"Anything!" She says, her voice filled with exasperation.

"That's not very helpful. What, I'm just supposed to pick something even though it might not be dirty? That's a waste of time and energy." Kiba says shaking his head at her.

"If you won't clean anything then why the hell won't you call a professional?" She almost begs, her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Why should I waste my money on someone to clean the place when we are perfectly capable of cleaning it ourselves? But if you want to waste your money that's fine by me."

"Good God! I give up!" She shrieks, turning around and stopping off back into the kitchen. Kiba grins to himself and leans back and closes his eyes. Score one for me. All of a sudden he hears clanging and banging from the kitchen before Ino's voice calls out.

"You want something to clean? Fine! I'm going to make the biggest damn mess you've ever seen and then you can clean that!" Kiba's eyes widen in horror and he leaps up and runs into the kitchen.

"What? No! Ino, come on is that really necessary? Put that down! I'll clean the living room! Stop! Ino!"