Author's Note: Well, here it is; my very first, multi-chaptered fic! I thought that this would be a cute idea, and what's cuter than a puppy plotting tricks? Akamaru plotting revenge with his own mishaps, that's what. So be a good reader and review!!! Yay humorous romance!

Disclaimer: I almost forgot…we all should know by now that every author on this site does indeed not own Naruto or its characters. So by suing me, you'd get nothing out of it. In fact, all you'd get would be the mess that is my room. God knows what's hidden in there.

'Bones…delicious bones…and those crunchy food pellets…'

Akamaru's legs twitched, and his tongue rolled out from under his tiny fangs. His subconscious mind ignored the faint taste of cotton and snuck back into the delectable dream of tasty treats.

'Hmm…pop-tarts…ice cream…ramen…Kiba's toothpaste…'

By now his nose was twitching, scenting the air for any whiff of these yummy delicacies. However the only scent he caught was unfortunately…cotton; Cotton that smelled strongly of Kiba.

Finally the puppy blinked open his eyes to the sunlit bedroom, that of which belonged to his master, whom was nowhere to be found. Akamaru sat up with a yip and looked around.

Everything was where it usually was: clothes littered around the floor, weapons and training tools strewn across the desk, and crinkled old papers and documents buried beneath those. Akamaru's chew toys and such were trailing out of a portion of the closet and mixing with the hysteria on the carpet. The video game station still centered the room, along with radios and various speakers. A small computer quietly hummed in the corner.

No, thought Akamaru. Nothing was amiss. So he curled up on the velvety soft blanket on the bed and patiently waited for his master's return.

Sure enough, moments later a tired looking Kiba emerged from the bathroom dressed in a bathrobe and mussing his hair. He looked unusually pale this morning.

He hobbled over to his cuddly pal and gave him a pat on the head before throwing himself at his pillow.

"Too early…" he muttered, snuggling deep beneath the covers. Akamaru looked over top the pile of clothes that was obscuring the alarm clock.

11:47.

"…"

Good grief. There must have been a refrigerator raid during the night. That would explain the barbeque sauce and potato chip crumbs scattered across Kiba's bathrobe.

Akamaru sat up and stretched. He was feeling a little ravenous himself, considering the last thing he chewed on was a discarded leather belt he found at the training grounds. What Akamaru really craved now was pop-tarts…or maybe some biscuits.

Akamaru bounded through the door and down the hall. The only thing going through his mind now was "FOOD, FOOD, FOOD!"

Unfortunately at the end of the hall, where the stairs started to descend, Akamaru tripped over his own paws and stumbled dangerously close to the edge. At the very tip he managed to slow himself.

"Whew, that was a close one" He thought.

Luck, however, was not on his side today. He tilted forward.

"Aw kitty kibble," he thought bitterly, before gravity increased his momentum and he tumbled down the steps, yipping and yapping all the way down.

Thump.

"Itai" Akamaru mumbled in a disoriented heap at the foot of the stairs. As the swirling surroundings became solid again, his dizziness drained away, and in its place ebbed forth sore spots of pain. Good Kami, he had to stop doing this. This was the third time this week he fell down the stairs.

He got to his feet and shook himself. There would be time for self pity later. Now he was hungry. He scampered to the fridge and expertly tugged on the rope attached to the handle. The gateway to gluttony swung open, and Akamaru surveyed his options.

"Hmm, there's some leftover meatloaf, a can of string beans, some teriyaki chicken…" he murmured as he nosed his way through the odds and ends of the fridge. He had thought that he had come across a particularly green-looking piece of salmon when, "…sniff…" Yup, it definitely was a green piece of salmon.

He recoiled in disgust. "Ugh…I hope Kiba didn't eat this…"

Then he remembered Kiba's complexion this morning, and the fact that he was staggering out of the bathroom.

Akamaru rolled his eyes. He would've slapped his forehead if he had hands. Sometimes he wondered which being had more common sense; Kiba, or him. Still growling softly to himself, he resumed his rummaging through the refrigerator.

Click.

Akamaru pulled his head out of the fridge, a string of spaghetti dangling from his nose. His ears perked up. Then he faintly heard the sound of receding footsteps.

He ran to the front door, where there was a purple envelope lying directly beneath the mail slot. He sniffed it eagerly. It had a delicate, pretty scent, as if it was sprayed with a subtle perfume.

He trained his eyes on the fancy scrawl on the front of the envelope, trying to decipher the writing that all humans seemed to be able to do.

If it were any other word, Akamaru might not have been able to read it, but he gradually recognized the characters that formed his master's name. He watched Kiba write his name on papers countless times, and he eventually understood that that meant his master's signature.

Akamaru impatiently brushed off the dangling piece of spaghetti still stuck to his nose and gently grasped the envelope between his teeth. He then leaped up the stairs to Kiba's room.

Pouncing on the bed and receiving an obstinate grunt from Kiba, Akamaru set the envelope down on the pillow and yipped. When said person didn't stir, Akamaru gently tugged on his hair and licked his ears.

"Argh, ok buddy what is it?" Kiba groaned and looked up with lazy eyes. He was still a little pale from last night's food poisoning. It was then that he noticed the purple envelope set in front of him.

"What the…" murmured Kiba before taking the envelope and examining it suspiciously. A few minutes passed as he checked over the incriminating envelope for any signs of trickery. Akamaru grew impatient.

"Just open it already!" he barked.

"Ok, ok, just making sure it wasn't bombed or anything…" Kiba muttered.

"Mattakumou" Akamaru muttered himself.

Kiba ripped open the envelope and read the matching purple stationary inside. Akamaru looked over Kiba's shoulder to read, although it took him a great deal longer to do so.

Kiba-kun, there is no training today, so I was wondering if you would like to get some ice cream with me today at 3:00. It's a beautiful day to spend with friends, so I would appreciate it if you'd come. Oh, and bring Akamaru too. I have a surprise for him.

Love, Hinata

Akamaru barked and wagged his tail. He loved ice cream, and he loved surprises from Hinata even more. He looked at Kiba to gauge his reaction.

Kiba looked as if he was deep in thought.

"Oh come on!" Akamaru exclaimed. "It's ice cream for Kami's sake! And an afternoon with Hinata! Don't tell me you're going to be lazy today and not go?!?!"

After a few moments, Kiba slowly replied, "I think its lavender."

"…" Akamaru sat with his head cocked to the side, confused. Then he remembered the scent.

"Ok its lavender. Whatever. Are we going to go?"

"Huh? Oh…" he ruffled Akamaru's fur. "Of course we're going to go! I can't deny my best pal a treat, now can I?"

Akamaru growled happily. He couldn't wait to see what Hinata had for him. She always knew what he liked best.

Kiba rolled over and set the letter on his nightstand. He sat up, stretched, and then reached for a control paddle on the game station.

"What?" he asked Akamaru, who was giving him a look that suggested that if he had eyebrows, one would be lifted. "We have three hours till we have to go."

Akamaru sighed. Obviously preparation for the day was never presented in Kiba's schedule. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it, and he hated to nag.

So he hopped off the bed and dragged the second controller to the comfy pillow on the floor. Well, they did have some time to spare, and what's a better way to waste time than to blow up the living dead?

"Ugh" Akamaru pushed his control paddle away in disgust. Kiba had shot him down five times in a round of nine.

"No fair" he growled at Kiba. "you cheat."

Kiba laughed. "Don't be such a sore loser Akamaru. You're just not good with buttons."

"It would be fair if I had opposable thumbs" countered the frazzled puppy. "And I want to be the zombie this time!"

"No way! I'm always the zombie"

"And that's why you always win."

"Nah uh. I always win because you always die."

"You're a freaking zombie! You can't die!"

"Well you don't have to be a crybaby about it."

Anybody who didn't know Kiba would at this time figure that he escaped from an insane asylum. Since Kiba is the only one who understands Akamaru, anybody who happened to watch this scene would only see Kiba arguing one-sidedly with a dog…over a video game, nonetheless.

It was at this point when Akamaru turned away and happened to catch sight of the clock.

2:55

"Wa! Kiba, we're late, and you still have to get ready!" he yelped.

Kiba stood and stretched. "What do you mean, I have to get ready? We're only going to get ice cream."

"Well for one, you have to shower."

Kiba sniffed himself. "I smell fine!"

Akamaru snorted. "Oh, please. You smell like a dog."

There was a moment of silence following this contradictory statement. Akamaru buried his face in the pillow in embarrassment. "Just go shower already!"

As Kiba left for the bathroom, Akamaru rolled his eyes to the heavens. Oh yes, this was going to be an eventful day.

Author's Note: So what do you think? Are you intrigued? Remember the more reviews I get, the more inspiration comes to me, and the more chappys I give. Oh what a beautiful cycle! Anyway, to clear up some confusion:

Kami-God

Itai-Ouch

Mattaku/Mattakumou-Good grief

Wa-Whoops/Oh no!

So if you have any questions, comments, or constructive criticism, leave a review:)