Damage Control [Kiba, Naruko, Sachiko]
When Naruko heard Kiba needed hugs, Naruko's bag was repacked and she was out the door with a bang. She ran all the way to the grocery store to stock up on the best chocolate bars she could get. Thankfully on that "training" trip there'd been a stop at a pachinko parlor, and Naruko had managed to make like a fiend and keep Gama-chan away from Jimaiya this time, so it didn't really matter.
What mattered was how much she could stuff into her shoulderbag and make it across the village in the shortest amount of time possible. She'd grabbed some ramune sodas just in case, and as she ran her pigtails bounced with her ground-eating stride. Her growth spurts had finally caught up with her, leaving her tall and lean, her hair having regrown like a sunny-colored weed since the incident with the Akatsuki that seemed like forever ago, and her half-jacket left a lot more of her midriff bare than it had when she left. So when she took to the streets at a dead run after making it out of the grocery store, she was a black and orange streak across the rooftops, stopping only when she'd made it to the Inuzuka compound gates.
She banged on it with one gloved fist, planting the other firmly on her hip. "OI! IS KIBA IN?"
There was no time for formalities when friends needed her, and Naruko glared so fiercely at the gates it was as if she was trying to knock them down with sheer willpower alone. If someone didn't open the gate soon, she'd probably try vaulting over it herself.
What mattered was how much she could stuff into her shoulderbag and make it across the village in the shortest amount of time possible. She'd grabbed some ramune sodas just in case, and as she ran her pigtails bounced with her ground-eating stride. Her growth spurts had finally caught up with her, leaving her tall and lean, her hair having regrown like a sunny-colored weed since the incident with the Akatsuki that seemed like forever ago, and her half-jacket left a lot more of her midriff bare than it had when she left. So when she took to the streets at a dead run after making it out of the grocery store, she was a black and orange streak across the rooftops, stopping only when she'd made it to the Inuzuka compound gates.
She banged on it with one gloved fist, planting the other firmly on her hip. "OI! IS KIBA IN?"
There was no time for formalities when friends needed her, and Naruko glared so fiercely at the gates it was as if she was trying to knock them down with sheer willpower alone. If someone didn't open the gate soon, she'd probably try vaulting over it herself.