Post by kiba on Aug 6, 2014 6:05:39 GMT
There was only so long you could avoid the guy who was supposed to be one of your best friends before you started feeling guilty about it: Kiba was finally getting to that point. He had dealt very little with Naruto since the boy became Hokage, unsure how to speak to them with the difference in rank. Older jounin insisted he speak of Naruto respectfully--he'd already gotten an earful from Genma for referring to him casually as Naruto and not Hokage-sama, but it was impossible to think of the blond that way. Looking at Hokage Monument was stranger--Naruto's face would be up there one day, probably soon, and it was all a lot for Kiba to get used to when the Naruto he knew was the dead-last skipping class with himself, Shikamaru and Chouji.
Still, that didn't excuse Kiba's behavior, and he was finally started to get that, with the help of Akamaru's prodding. It wasn't Naruto's fault that Kiba's aspirations were unrealistic, and it wasn't Naruto's fault that they'd had the same goals, and only one of them had managed to succeed. Punishing the Uzumaki for Kiba's personal problems wasn't fair, and they weren't Naruto's problems to deal with in the first place.
So he wandered, dragging his feet, to Ichiraku's, where he knew the Hokage would be. The spicy miso scent was easy to track, and Kiba found the source of it in no time, pulling back the curtains in the little stand and offering a smile that was almost genuine. "Oi," Kiba called, trying to get the other's attention, which he wasn't even sure was possible when Naruto had a bowl of ramen in front of him. "Long time no see."
Still, that didn't excuse Kiba's behavior, and he was finally started to get that, with the help of Akamaru's prodding. It wasn't Naruto's fault that Kiba's aspirations were unrealistic, and it wasn't Naruto's fault that they'd had the same goals, and only one of them had managed to succeed. Punishing the Uzumaki for Kiba's personal problems wasn't fair, and they weren't Naruto's problems to deal with in the first place.
So he wandered, dragging his feet, to Ichiraku's, where he knew the Hokage would be. The spicy miso scent was easy to track, and Kiba found the source of it in no time, pulling back the curtains in the little stand and offering a smile that was almost genuine. "Oi," Kiba called, trying to get the other's attention, which he wasn't even sure was possible when Naruto had a bowl of ramen in front of him. "Long time no see."