Of course Kiba tried to look for the positive in his power.

When he was young, he wanted to become a superhero or maybe even a villain, or perhaps even a mentalist who performed magic tricks to an audience, but instead his psychic ability just became a burden.

Kiba nestled his head further into the fluffy scarf wrapped around his neck, shivering while bobbing his head to the music blasting into his ears. He really should have thanked his Mother, Tsume, for throwing it at his face and forcing him to wear it, instead of complaining that he didn't need it.

Years ago, he had found that listening to music was the only way to slightly block out all of the voices, however, he was in the middle of the morning rush, so it didn't work as well as he wanted. He sighed and pulled his earphones, shoving them into his coat pocket.

"I really should have eaten breakfast..."

Almost instantly, a flood of different voices overwhelmed his mind - he groaned and tried to clear his mind. It didn't work.

"Damn, I'm gonna miss the bus!"

Luckily, Kiba lived close to his school; Konoha High. He didn't need to take the bus or rush, he could simply leave half an hour before class started, and he would still be able to take his time.

"Mmm, has to be a C." A voice rang through Kiba's head and he didn't pay it much mind. "Or maybe a D, if I'm being generous, sucks she's wearing a turtleneck though."

Now that got Kiba's attention.

Kiba froze and spun his head from side to side, there was some pervert staring at a girl and that made him feel so uncomfortable. It definitely wasn't the first time that he heard people think about other's appearances, but there was something about the way this man said it, with a deadpan tone of voice, which irked him.

"Oh well, goodbye sweet D cup... Ah shit, I need to give Sasuke back his textbook..."

Kiba frowned, he had heard of Sasuke Uchiha before, they were in the same year and shared similar classes. It seemed like the pervert went to Konoha High too.

Suddenly, he was shoved to the side by a tall boy who snorted as Kiba nearly tripped. "Ouch!"

Kiba apologised to a middle-aged woman who helped him get his balance back. He spun around to shout at the boy who pushed him, until he paused and simply stared upwards into his bright cerulean eyes.

The blond boy glared down at him, he towered over Kiba by a good five centimetres, but maybe that was just because of his spiky hair. He had three distinctive whisker marks on each cheek, which reminded Kiba of his own triangles which adorned his face - maybe it was a family or cultural thing for the blond boy.

His blue eyed glare quickly a disinterested gaze until he raised his eyebrow and spoke.

"Watch where you're going."

The blond turned around and walked away, leaving Kiba to gawk at his retreating figure.

"What a rude piece of-" Kiba started to say, and then clenched his teeth together in irritation. Huffing, he continued to trudge towards school.

There were always going to be two outcomes with his power; slowly going insane, or learning to control his usage of it. At the moment, he was floating somewhere in the middle, he didn't know if he wanted to become a CEO or a manager, he hated people staring at him.

There was a clear reason for that. Obviously, Kiba wasn't naturally the most intelligent kid, but due to his psychic ability, he could figure out the answers to tests pretty easily - all he needed to do was focus on Sasuke, Shikamaru or Sakura's inner voices, and he could pass.

He had aced the whole of his first year, which led to him getting tossed into the spotlight - he really didn't like that. However, when he was young, he didn't know the difference between thoughts and real voices, so when he answered peoples' thoughts, he was met with wide eyes, shock, and it made it seem like he was a freak.

So Kiba learnt to give mixed answers in order to always end up somewhere in the middle of the rankings, and not to flaunt his power.

Resting his chin on the palm of his hand, he tapped his pen lightly on the wooden table. Shutting his eyes, he exhaled and listened to the thoughts of the students in his class. An array of letters were being thrust into his mind, A, A, A, B, A, C, A, it was obvious which was the correct answer.

"Guess I'm going to circle option C."

Circling more wrong answers randomly, Kiba made sure that he would probably end up with a score of about 70%; not too high, not too low. He liked living an average life, even though he wasn't particularly average himself.

Once he finished the test, Kiba lay his head on the desk and closed his eyes to relax, maybe take a nap if he could, he had ages left until the test was over, after all.

"Ah~ bless gym uniforms, the girls look so good."

Kiba sprung back in his seat and slammed his hands down, standing quickly so that the girl next to him flinched in surprise.

It was him! That voice, it was definitely the pervert!

Kiba growled lowly and he squinted. Jerking his head to the side, his eyes scanned through the window to try and find who the voice belonged to.

"Inuzuka, is there a problem?" Kakashi's voice questioned, boredly.

Kiba gaped for a few seconds, "Uh, um, no." He shook his head and sat down. "... Sorry."

Running a hand through his hair and then down his face, Kiba exhaled and tried to forget about the pervert, there was no point in him even caring.

Kiba lay his head back down on the desk and opened one eye, observing the girl's gym class outside. Thinking about his situation, he smirked and chuckled.

Unfortunately, he had to agree with the mystery pervert."Can't lie, the girls do look good."

Humming happily to himself, Kiba threw his backpack on and sauntered around the corner of the school. He always ate his packed lunch on the grass near the basketball courts. There was a particular area near there which allowed him to hide behind a separate small building, it must have been for storage or something.

He had a long break, so he could take his time eating the sandwich that his Mother made. For such an aggressive woman, she really did know how to cook and put together cheese and tomato sandwiches.

"Ah."

There was someone in his spot.

There was something in his spot, not directly behind the storage building, but still close enough for Kiba to feel uncomfortable sitting there.

What's worse was that it was the douchebag from this morning, the one who shoved him to the side.

Pursing his lips, Kiba considered his options. He didn't want to sit in the classroom, and he didn't really want to make any small talk with any of his acquaintances. But at the same time, he didn't want to sit near the same guy who insulted him.

The blond boy was sitting up, his blazer on the ground so that he was sitting on top of it. A good idea, since the grass always left green stains on their uniform's black trousers. He was peering with a blank face at the basketball court.

"Hinata's look great."

Kiba instantly recognised that voice, how could he not? It was the same voice who leered at so many of the girls in the gym class and some girl from that same morning.

"Wow, she should jump more often, it's like they're flying~"

The brown haired boy clamped his mouth shut, because there was no way that he would be able to point and shout stop thinking about boobs, you sick bastard!

Resigning to his fate, Kiba simply sighed and sat down about two metres away from the blond, deciding to just ignore his thoughts and enjoy his lunch.

He quickly realised that the boy didn't think much. Throughout the forty-five minutes, Kiba estimated that the blond thought perhaps three times, and all three times was about how the girls looked. Other than that, he was silently staring.

Kiba noted to himself that he should tell Tsume to make him a chicken salad sandwich tomorrow, he was in the mood for meat. Somehow the cheese and tomato just wasn't satisfying enough.

Flinching when he heard the familiar RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING of the school bell, Kiba grunted and thrust his lunch box into his backpack. He pushed himself up off the ground and pat his thighs, trying to dust the dirt and crumbs off.

He leaned down and picked up his bag, throwing it over his shoulder. He paid no attention to the blond near him, instantly just wondering what his next class was.

"Oi."

Kiba paused and hesitantly turned around, an obvious confused expression on his face. The blond was lying down, his hands behind his head so as to be more comfortable.

Blinking, Kiba said, "Yeah?"

The blond smirked, his light blue eyes somehow looking darker, which sent a shiver down Kiba's spine. Kiba swallowed the lump in his throat and raised his chin in an attempt to look confident.

"You've got grass stains on your ass." The blond replied.

It took a few moments for Kiba to realise what he was talking about, until he yelped and turned his head to stare at his behind in the glass window. He could see clearly that there was streaks of green all over his ass, as if he had some horrible diarrhoea accident and forgot to change.

"Shit." Kiba cursed, trying to wipe it away, but instead just making it worse. "Ah, shit, shit, shit-"

The blond laughed, the sound melodically ringing through Kiba's ears. Kiba felt a pink blush rising to his cheeks and he knew that his face almost matched the red triangles on his face. His ears were burning in embarrassment and he really didn't know what was so funny, because the grass stains definitely were NOT funny.

The blond chortled until he sat up slowly with a sigh and pulled his black jumper off, over his head. He straightened it out and then flung it at the brown haired boy.

Kiba caught it, startled by the sudden flying object heading for his face, one of the sleeves had actually hit his neck, but he didn't care. He glanced questioningly at the blond, who motioned to it.

When Kiba didn't understand, the blond rolled his eyes. "Tie it around your waist."

Kiba then realised what the blond meant, he hurriedly did exactly that. Double knotting the sleeves of the jumper around his hips, he then looked again at his reflection in the window; his ass was completely covered by the material which was meant to be around the torso.

With a grin, Kiba nodded in approval and then looked back at the blond.

"Thanks, but, uh, won't you need it?" Kiba asked abashedly.

The blond shook his head, "I'm skipping class." He shrugged, "Orochimaru-sensei hates me, so I'm gonna skip."

Kiba nodded and then smiled awkwardly, "I'll wash it and then give it back to you tomorrow?" He said, well, more like requested.

The blond lay back down on his blazer and shut his eyes, hands behind his head again. "Mmm, sure."

It was clear that the conversation was finished, so Kiba rushed away to get to class, all the while thinking about the blond, who seemed constantly bored and disinterested, but was actually quite... nice.

He realised that he had heard the blond's inner voice multiple times, but this was the first time that he heard his real voice, out loud.

Luckily, he managed to get to class on time, met only with an annoyed grimace from Kurenai-sensei.

That evening when he was about to wash the jumper, he checked the label absentmindedly.

To his surprise, he saw a worn out scrawl in bright purple pen, spelling out NARUTO.

Woaaah it's a new story! You guys are gonna love it, it's my first Kiba x Naruto. (I just finished The Jinchuuriki Alliance so I need a new project lol.)

Thank you to -sugacream for making this amazing banner!

@kimo275x inspired me to write a KibaNaru hehe xx

I'm switching it up and making Naruto slightly more dominant and 'bad boy' ish, while Kiba is quieter because obviously his psychic power has taken a toll throughout his life.

Look forward to Chapter 2!

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