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Characters: Kiba Inuzuka (livesbyinstinct) and Sakura Haruno (anmitsucherry)
Setting/Location: The Training Room
Date & Time: Day 2; Early Afternoon
Warnings: Standard PG-13 warning. Kiba's mouth. Fighting.
Summary: Both Kiba and Sakura had started off the journey on the wrong foot. An accidental run-in is as good of a way as any to break the tension between them--hopefully.
If Kiba had had even the foggiest idea of where he was or where they were going when he had first arrived, he would have probably left the caravan with Akamaru in tow a long time ago. He didn't particularly care to take orders from a man he didn't know--from people he hardly respected, but as it stood, it seemed he had little choice in the matter. He didn't know where this Loophole place was--he didn't even remember how the he had even arrived here in the first place--but regardless of the means, there was nothing within the area Kiba recognized. Even Akamaru could only stare and cock his head in obvious bewilderment at the present circumstances. However, both of them had agreed it was probably best to stay with the caravan until the situation signaled it was better to do otherwise.
It also wasn't like he and Akamaru were the only citizens from Konohagakure here either. That put a wrench in things--into everything, really. Naruto was still a neon-wearing dumbass, and was probably chasing Sasuke around the caravan like an infatuated retard--he made one hell of a stalker, that was for sure. Not that Sasuke being around actually helped with anything. Maybe it would have before all this mess started, before things went to hell with Sakura, but now, now everything was so freakin' up in the air that Kiba was frankly amazed the lot of them hadn't started floating.
And Sakura was still pissed at him. Granted, the feeling was mutual. Following their disastrous conversation, Kiba had quickly sunk into an off-and-on bad mood, disdain all but painted on his face whenever he stopped to think about everything that had happened between them in less than three days. That had to be a record.
Akamaru had forgiven Sakura for knocking him out like a coward days ago, of course. "She must have had her reasons," he said. Well, screw her reasons. They rang hollow. He had a pretty good inkling as to why she had done the things she did, and the Inuzuka boy was pretty damn sure he was right. And those reasons were, at best, stupid and selfish and idiotic and just--agh! Women! Women. No, not women. Scratch that. Sakura. Sakura Sakura Sakura just what the hell is wrong with you?
She could have at least apologized. Thanked him--them--even for everything they had done. But did he and Akamaru get even that? Nooo. Of course not. They got knocked out instead.
Kiba grimaced. Akamaru whined, immediately sensing Kiba's sudden shift in mood. He and the dog were both relaxing against the training hall's farthest wall, empty save for the two of them, taking a short break after their habitual warm-up session that had become something of a ritual ever since he and Akamaru had arrived here.
Being in a new place certainly wouldn't stop Kiba from training, and he had a feeling he couldn't allow himself to get rusty.
Setting/Location: The Training Room
Date & Time: Day 2; Early Afternoon
Warnings: Standard PG-13 warning. Kiba's mouth. Fighting.
Summary: Both Kiba and Sakura had started off the journey on the wrong foot. An accidental run-in is as good of a way as any to break the tension between them--hopefully.
If Kiba had had even the foggiest idea of where he was or where they were going when he had first arrived, he would have probably left the caravan with Akamaru in tow a long time ago. He didn't particularly care to take orders from a man he didn't know--from people he hardly respected, but as it stood, it seemed he had little choice in the matter. He didn't know where this Loophole place was--he didn't even remember how the he had even arrived here in the first place--but regardless of the means, there was nothing within the area Kiba recognized. Even Akamaru could only stare and cock his head in obvious bewilderment at the present circumstances. However, both of them had agreed it was probably best to stay with the caravan until the situation signaled it was better to do otherwise.
It also wasn't like he and Akamaru were the only citizens from Konohagakure here either. That put a wrench in things--into everything, really. Naruto was still a neon-wearing dumbass, and was probably chasing Sasuke around the caravan like an infatuated retard--he made one hell of a stalker, that was for sure. Not that Sasuke being around actually helped with anything. Maybe it would have before all this mess started, before things went to hell with Sakura, but now, now everything was so freakin' up in the air that Kiba was frankly amazed the lot of them hadn't started floating.
And Sakura was still pissed at him. Granted, the feeling was mutual. Following their disastrous conversation, Kiba had quickly sunk into an off-and-on bad mood, disdain all but painted on his face whenever he stopped to think about everything that had happened between them in less than three days. That had to be a record.
Akamaru had forgiven Sakura for knocking him out like a coward days ago, of course. "She must have had her reasons," he said. Well, screw her reasons. They rang hollow. He had a pretty good inkling as to why she had done the things she did, and the Inuzuka boy was pretty damn sure he was right. And those reasons were, at best, stupid and selfish and idiotic and just--agh! Women! Women. No, not women. Scratch that. Sakura. Sakura Sakura Sakura just what the hell is wrong with you?
She could have at least apologized. Thanked him--them--even for everything they had done. But did he and Akamaru get even that? Nooo. Of course not. They got knocked out instead.
Kiba grimaced. Akamaru whined, immediately sensing Kiba's sudden shift in mood. He and the dog were both relaxing against the training hall's farthest wall, empty save for the two of them, taking a short break after their habitual warm-up session that had become something of a ritual ever since he and Akamaru had arrived here.
Being in a new place certainly wouldn't stop Kiba from training, and he had a feeling he couldn't allow himself to get rusty.