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Today was going to be yet another dull, uneventful day; a long, boring series of absolutely no excitement, danger, or anything resembling fun, in the least.
“This sucks…” remarked an utterly bored young brown haired teenage ninja by the name of Kiba Inuzuka. He wore a short-sleeved gray shirt, his usual black jumpsuit pants, headband, and currently, a brace over his bare, left ankle. He was currently lying down on the couch in his living room, arms dangling from either side of the couch lifelessly.
Getting injured on mission is one thing. There’s at least dignity in THAT. But getting injured in training, and by himself, no less? This was the worst! After twisting his ankle when running down the track, Kiba was forced to go on bed rest for the week. Meaning no training, no combat, no action, no nothing. No, it was just pure, unadulterated boredom. He couldn’t even take his best friend; a massive white nin-dog called Akamaru, out for walks or just head out and enjoy the sun. Not that it mattered, seeing as how Akamaru was taking a much-needed nap.
Worst yet, Kiba’s mom was gone on mission all week, as were most of his friends. A certain blond haired bonehead occasionally dropped by, but even he had to head out for the week, meaning all Kiba could do was sit around doing zilch.
“Urgh, I swear, if I just keep laying around like this, I’m gonna mend with the freakin’ couch…” the young man muttered to himself as he shook his head and stared blankly at the ceiling above him, just imagining how much excitement all his friends and fellow ninjas were having. Living such an active life meant that downtime for Kiba as well as many of his friends, would result in a great deal of restlessness. And with his bum ankle, he couldn’t go out and at least do something about it. So, he just kept lying around, waiting for the minutes to slowly tick away.
…That is, until a DEEP rumbling emitted from Kiba’s flat midsection…
Face reddening a bit despite the red stripes painted on his cheeks, Kiba glanced down and rested a palm against his rumbling stomach, rubbing it softly as he cleared his throat.
“H-Heh, guess it HAS been a while since breakfast…” he muttered to himself before sitting up and straightening out. Reaching over, Kiba grabbed his cane and with some doing, pushed himself up from the couch and slowly limped over to the kitchen.
Looking in the fridge, Kiba pulled out some steaks his mom had prepared prior to the mission, then warmed them up, while his abdomen rumbled almost impatiently, causing Kiba to rest his arm against it with a scowl and mutter, “Jeez, hold y’er friggin’ horses…”
After the steaks were warmed up, Kiba set them down on the table, set his cane besides his seat, lathered the steaks with sauce, and wasted no time chomping in. Immediately, Kiba’s face lit up at the sensation of juicy tender meat in his maw. Suddenly, he forgot about his uncompromising boredom, and allowed himself to be content. This prompted him to tear into his cuts of steak all the more ravenously, scarfing down one hefty mouthful of meat after the other, all the while, occasionally getting some BBQ sauce on his lips.
In no time at all, his steaks were demolished, leaning only a sauce stained plate as Kiba set his fork and knife down, licked his lips clean, and sighed in satisfaction. Leaning back in his chair, Kiba smiled contently and patted his flat stomach happily.
“Ahh, man, that was delicious!” Kiba said joyously as he simply sat there content for a moment.
But only a moment, because moments later, Kiba realized he wasn’t full. Not even remotely. In fact, despite wolfing down two steaks, his stomach still rumbled HUNGRILY, catching him off guard and making him wince slightly.
“Oof, holy crap,” Kiba muttered to himself, “h-heh, guess I’m hungrier than I thought…”
Pulling himself back up, Kiba limped over to the kitchen to grab himself more steaks. As he did so, however, something dawned on him...
When Kiba was eating, he wasn’t bored. In fact, having ‘overdone’ it quite a few more times than he’d care to admit, he was often very seldom ever bored eating. And given how crippling it was being so mindnumbingly bored currently felt, maybe eating a little more might be a more…fun way to pass the time.
And when that thought entered Kiba Inuzuka’s mind, the teen grinned rather impishly, exposing some of his rather sharp canines. As a result, he opted to just grab the entire tray of steaks, and began to warm that up. While he waited, he figured, why stop at steaks? So, Kiba went back to the fridge to see what else could help him kill some time…
Several minutes passed before the entire table was practically CLUTTERED with food!
A healthy pile of steaks all drenched in BBQ sauce, a whole rotisserie chicken, a massive pile of jerky, another pile of sausages, and a couple of 2 Liter Bottles of Cola to help wash everything down.
Kiba had to admit, when he actually sat in front of everything, it was a little overwhelming, almost intimidating.
Was he really going to eat EVERYTHING that was set on the table?
More importantly, SHOULD he eat everything on the table?
Kiba’s mind was aflutter with thoughts, uncertain if maybe he was going a little overboard. But an almost EXCITED rumbling from his still trim and concave stomach settled that uncertainty almost immediately.
Licking his chops, Kiba grabbed his fork and knife, and immediately dug in…