ÿþ<html> <head><title></title></head> <body bgcolor="black"> <font color="white" face="arial" size="2"> <center>Title: Animal Instincts</center> <br>Meaning: N/A <br>Pairing: KibaNaru (hinted and actual) <br>Type: Drabbles <br>Rating: PG <p> ~*~*~*~*~ <p> <center>Drabble Nine - Word Count: 508</center> <p> <dd>One thing that Kiba never understood was Naruto's obsession with festivals. Not that Kiba was anti-social, mind you  Uchiha Sasuke was anti-social enough for all of Konoha and then some  but even he got sick of the seemingly endless crowded streets after a while. And he wasn't hated by the greater population of the village. <dd>That he didn't like traversing through crowds was his story and he was sticking to it, but Akamaru and his sister knew better; what Kiba really couldn't stand were the cold-eyed glares and looks of pure disgust that people threw at his boyfriend. Looks that the golden boy pretended not to notice but cut deeply into him, moreso than any kunai or shuriken. <dd>Yet without fail (barring missions, and even then the blonde seemed to be able to find free time to spare for festivities no matter where they were), Naruto would come to Kiba hours before the start of any festival, no matter how large or small, and demand that Kiba take him to it. A demand which Kiba always protested against at first, yet without fail gave into, because he was a sucker for puppy-dog eyes. Of course, Naruto's puppy-dog eyes worked on the last Uchiha, so they were damn powerful ones  which was Kiba's excuse. <dd>So he would play the dutiful boyfriend, Akamaru on his head and Naruto on his arm, and he would buy his little sunshine the shiny key-chains that caught his attention. (Then Kiba thanked the kami that only the cheap little key-chains caught Naruto s eye  the more expensive things would have left him broke for months.) They would buy food and eat together under a tree or on a bench, Naruto snuggled contentedly against Kiba s side and Akamaru settled firmly in his lap while the blonde fed him bits of meat. Pure fucking domestic bliss, which made Kiba wonder if he was indeed dating a boy. <dd>Now he was putting things right. The door opened and Naruto stepped out of the bathroom, Kiba's sister trailing behind him. <dd> You realize I m making the ultimate sacrifice for your whims, here, right? <dd>Kiba blinked,  What're you on about? <dd> I'll have no shame or dignity left after this. <dd>The brunette stared, bemused, only half paying attention to the blonde's words,  It's not that bad. <dd> I'm wearing your sister's old kimono, and you won't let me use Oiroke. I'm in DRAG, Kiba. It's bad. <dd>The other boy couldn t stop himself from laughing at his boyfriend,  You're the one who demands that I take him out like a woman. It's high time you acted the part. Besides, you look so pretty. <dd> Be glad I'm wearing your sister's clothes and respect her enough to care if I tear and or get blood on them, Naruto grumbled, stomping over to retrieve the ornaments that would soon be placed in his hair. <dd>Kiba waited patiently until the task was done, then stood to open the door, making a sweeping gesture and laughing,  Shall we go, my lady? <dd>Naruto's promises of retribution sounded very promising indeed. </body> </html>