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[Naruto] A Dogs' Exchange
Title: A Dogs' Exchange
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ninja dogs are social animals too. Pakkun and Akamaru have a conversation about change. Sort of.
Spoilers: Set in the time-skip with spoilers for after the skip.
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Pakkun hated going to the veterinarian, though not because of the pitiful reasons normal dogs disliked it. After all, he was no normal dog: he was a ninja dog, and he could very well defend himself from any mishandling. And, on top of that, Inuzuka Hana was one of the most considerate humans Pakkun knew, so that didn't pose a threat.
The reason Pakkun dreaded having to go to the Inuzuka household was a certain pup. A young, curious, nosey, meddling, obnoxious pup named Akamaru.
Things had gotten better since Akamaru's master had graduated from the Academy; the chances of meeting the pup during the check-ups decreased now Akamaru had to go out in missions. Then again, Akamaru had been through a phase of utterly-incredible growth lately which did make worse the times the dogs ran into each other.
“Why are you still so small, Pakkun-san?” Akamaru asked once, when Pakkun was waiting for Kakashi to finish with the vaccinations of the other pack's members. “Your master doesn't feed you properly? Or does he tire you too much and that's where you spend all the food energy?”
If it hadn't been because Akamaru had implicitly accused Kakashi of neglect and had thus stirred Pakkun's instincts of loyalty toward his master, he would have just growled and turned around. Instead, he snapped back the first thing that crossed his mind. “Kid, does your master think you're a balloon? He keeps blowing you up!”
Now, that had been very silly—or more like vulgar—, but Pakkun didn't realize that until after the words had left his muzzle; Akamaru had irritated him that much. Either way, the words had been said and nothing would ever make them go back to whence they came.
Without many ways out to choose from, Pakkun braced himself and waited for Akamaru's reaction.
What Akamaru did was to blink. And then he blinked again. And then he sat down and tilted his head to one side to the other several times.
He hadn't gotten it.
Pakkun sighed to himself with relief. Blessed be the innocent heart of a—humongous—puppy. “Kid, um, you know, never mind.”
“Fine, but... I'm growing up by myself, Pakkun-san. All dogs grow up, don't they?” he added after a thoughtful pause.
“Yes, but there's a time when we stop growing up, and there are dogs that do it more than others.”
Akamaru's eyes widened. “D'you mean you'll be that small forever?”
“...yes. And, for your information, my size's very convenient; I can get to small places—like under beds—and listen everything that goes on without being noticed.”
“I can do that too!”
Pakkun raised an eyebrow. “Can you, really?”
“Yes! Two years ago I sneaked into a Consul's house to gather information!”
Pakkun snickered. “Two years ago you were small enough to be carried around in your master's jacket! But now—” He made a pause.
“Now what?”
“Now you don't fit in there,” Pakkun answered. Could this pup be more obtuse?
“I—I don't?” Akamaru whined.
“No, you do not,” Pakkun said, very slowly.
A couple of seconds later, Akamaru breathed deeply, pointed his muzzle up to the sky, and then he howled a howl of deep sorrow.
Pakkun hit his own muzzle with a paw. “Kid, it isn't that bad; you have legs! Use'em!”
Akamaru kept on howling.
Next, Akamaru's young master came to the yard running, obviously worried after hearing the pup's cry. “What's going on?” he asked.
Akamaru stopped howling and looked at his master while wibbling.
Pakkun saw fit to slip away and hide in the nearest bush. From there, he saw Akamaru—eyes still huge and teary—to jump on his master, to throw him down on the ground, and actually trying to get inside the human's jacket—probably just to prove that he could. He failed, of course.
“Akamaru! Stop that!” the human exclaimed, but the enormous pup whined and tried again and again and again before sitting down and starting to howl again.
The human stood up. “Aw! Akamaru, you wanted to hop in again?”
The pup sniffed and nodded.
“I'm sorry, pal, but you can't. You've grown up; things get different when we grow up.”
Overwhelmed by the idea, Akamaru let himself fall on his belly, his paws stretched beyond his head. His master reached out and scratched him behind his ear.
Pakkun, still in his bush, considered to go out and help to comfort the kid too, but before he could decide, he heard Kakashi calling his name.
Sighing, Pakkun spun around and went to meet his own master. He was feeling a little—just a little—bad for being the cause of Akamaru's current unhappiness. The pup had been better not knowing; ignorance is a bliss, they said.
The feeling of guilt vanished completely a couple of days later, when Pakkun saw Akamaru and his master going down the street. It caught his eye—and the eye of most of the humans around—that the roles had been reversed.
Akamaru was now carrying his master on his back, and both of them seemed quite happy.
All's good now, Pakkun thought, and he was sure Akamaru would find a new thing to annoy him with the next time they met at the Inuzuka household.
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ninja dogs are social animals too. Pakkun and Akamaru have a conversation about change. Sort of.
Spoilers: Set in the time-skip with spoilers for after the skip.
Notes:
telrunya made me.Pakkun hated going to the veterinarian, though not because of the pitiful reasons normal dogs disliked it. After all, he was no normal dog: he was a ninja dog, and he could very well defend himself from any mishandling. And, on top of that, Inuzuka Hana was one of the most considerate humans Pakkun knew, so that didn't pose a threat.
The reason Pakkun dreaded having to go to the Inuzuka household was a certain pup. A young, curious, nosey, meddling, obnoxious pup named Akamaru.
Things had gotten better since Akamaru's master had graduated from the Academy; the chances of meeting the pup during the check-ups decreased now Akamaru had to go out in missions. Then again, Akamaru had been through a phase of utterly-incredible growth lately which did make worse the times the dogs ran into each other.
“Why are you still so small, Pakkun-san?” Akamaru asked once, when Pakkun was waiting for Kakashi to finish with the vaccinations of the other pack's members. “Your master doesn't feed you properly? Or does he tire you too much and that's where you spend all the food energy?”
If it hadn't been because Akamaru had implicitly accused Kakashi of neglect and had thus stirred Pakkun's instincts of loyalty toward his master, he would have just growled and turned around. Instead, he snapped back the first thing that crossed his mind. “Kid, does your master think you're a balloon? He keeps blowing you up!”
Now, that had been very silly—or more like vulgar—, but Pakkun didn't realize that until after the words had left his muzzle; Akamaru had irritated him that much. Either way, the words had been said and nothing would ever make them go back to whence they came.
Without many ways out to choose from, Pakkun braced himself and waited for Akamaru's reaction.
What Akamaru did was to blink. And then he blinked again. And then he sat down and tilted his head to one side to the other several times.
He hadn't gotten it.
Pakkun sighed to himself with relief. Blessed be the innocent heart of a—humongous—puppy. “Kid, um, you know, never mind.”
“Fine, but... I'm growing up by myself, Pakkun-san. All dogs grow up, don't they?” he added after a thoughtful pause.
“Yes, but there's a time when we stop growing up, and there are dogs that do it more than others.”
Akamaru's eyes widened. “D'you mean you'll be that small forever?”
“...yes. And, for your information, my size's very convenient; I can get to small places—like under beds—and listen everything that goes on without being noticed.”
“I can do that too!”
Pakkun raised an eyebrow. “Can you, really?”
“Yes! Two years ago I sneaked into a Consul's house to gather information!”
Pakkun snickered. “Two years ago you were small enough to be carried around in your master's jacket! But now—” He made a pause.
“Now what?”
“Now you don't fit in there,” Pakkun answered. Could this pup be more obtuse?
“I—I don't?” Akamaru whined.
“No, you do not,” Pakkun said, very slowly.
A couple of seconds later, Akamaru breathed deeply, pointed his muzzle up to the sky, and then he howled a howl of deep sorrow.
Pakkun hit his own muzzle with a paw. “Kid, it isn't that bad; you have legs! Use'em!”
Akamaru kept on howling.
Next, Akamaru's young master came to the yard running, obviously worried after hearing the pup's cry. “What's going on?” he asked.
Akamaru stopped howling and looked at his master while wibbling.
Pakkun saw fit to slip away and hide in the nearest bush. From there, he saw Akamaru—eyes still huge and teary—to jump on his master, to throw him down on the ground, and actually trying to get inside the human's jacket—probably just to prove that he could. He failed, of course.
“Akamaru! Stop that!” the human exclaimed, but the enormous pup whined and tried again and again and again before sitting down and starting to howl again.
The human stood up. “Aw! Akamaru, you wanted to hop in again?”
The pup sniffed and nodded.
“I'm sorry, pal, but you can't. You've grown up; things get different when we grow up.”
Overwhelmed by the idea, Akamaru let himself fall on his belly, his paws stretched beyond his head. His master reached out and scratched him behind his ear.
Pakkun, still in his bush, considered to go out and help to comfort the kid too, but before he could decide, he heard Kakashi calling his name.
Sighing, Pakkun spun around and went to meet his own master. He was feeling a little—just a little—bad for being the cause of Akamaru's current unhappiness. The pup had been better not knowing; ignorance is a bliss, they said.
The feeling of guilt vanished completely a couple of days later, when Pakkun saw Akamaru and his master going down the street. It caught his eye—and the eye of most of the humans around—that the roles had been reversed.
Akamaru was now carrying his master on his back, and both of them seemed quite happy.
All's good now, Pakkun thought, and he was sure Akamaru would find a new thing to annoy him with the next time they met at the Inuzuka household.
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Kiba and Akamaru, both oblivious to how much the dog's actually grown... lol. And that's so cute, Pakkun was the cause of enlightening Akamaru. It's true, Kiba and Akamaru's roles are reversed now! :D <3 That was so adorable, thx for sharing.