Who's the boss? (Closed for Croup)

[Gene]

This is a Tsume/Kiba (F/m mother and son) post-timeskip RP with a good new buddy of mine, Croup. This is something I've been looking forward to for a long time! YAHOO!

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The day in Konaha was fading and a cool evening breeze was flowing through the trees, onto the front porch where Lady Inuzuka Tsume was sitting staring at the veiw from her house with a determand look on her face as she tapped her claw-like nails on the old, bleached wood as she leaned on the pouch banister.

"That boy." she thought to herself "I've been watching his actions lately and they trouble me some, Ever since he has become a Chuunin It seems like he thinks he's all grown up now." she then changed her position and rested her chin on her palm. "As if he thinks that, he's that packs leader now or something." she then dug her nail into the weak wood. "Well, all I can say is one of these days when find him goofing off or back-sassing with his 'I'm a chuunin now ma!', I think I'm going to have to give him a good old-fasioned ass beating to take him down a peg or two, just to let him know who's--

Suddenly, two VERY familier voices were heard comming from the other side of the trees, and not the 'Hey how you doing? Lets go for some drinks and catch a few laughs' kinda voices but shrill screams and curses from one and rough, snarly ones from the other, not to mention the loud crashes of breaking tree branches and low, loud barking.

Tsume gave herself and small smirk.

"Oooh, Kiba. Talk about timing." she smuggly said to herself and took off into the trees.

[Croup]

"Take that back!" Kiba shouted, winding up to give Naruto another slug.

"Hey, hey, what'd I say!?" yelled Naruto, for the most part dodging the dog-nin's rough blows. A few caught him however, and left him stunned.

"You called Akamaru a mutt, that's what!" A flush of red lit up Kiba's cheeks, and not just from anger. Both of the testosterone-heavy teens had been sampling sake after a finished mission together, before this latest brawl had began. It was the last in a long string of fights that Kiba had been starting lately.

"Whaa-aat?" Naruto asked, honestly confused. "I called him a good mutt! A GOOD one!"

"WHY YOU!" Kiba roared, and tackled the other guy around his waist. They fell to the ground in a heap of arms and legs, with Kiba on top, pumping his fists against Naruto's stomach. Akamaru gave a few barks of encouragement, before suddenly whining and laying down. He sensed mother Inuzuka coming before his master did.

[Gene]

Tsume was dodging through the mid-tree tops for a few minutes thinking to herself what her little brat had gotten himself into this time. But from the sounds of it she had the hunch it was another fight. The little twerp.

It wasn't too long before she came to the small clearing to see her son on top and pounding on the Uzumaki boy and yelling at him in some-what slurred words, wondering why that, then her keen sence of smell picked up the sent of the sake that was pumping from their mouths as they were stuggling to fight eachother off has they breathed heavily, This for one, made her at least 10 times more angry then she already was.

"KIBA INUZUKA!" she bellowed as loud as she could, sending the birds in the trees to retreat. Now barley being able to see the red marks on her cheeks from her face turning bright crimsom from rage. He was REALLY gonna get a wolloping now.

[Croup]

"Huh?" Kiba turned towards the explosion of his name. The sight of his mother before him--his very tough, very strong, very severe mother--had a sobering effect unlike anything else. He gulped, knowing he was probably in deep shit.

"M--Ma!?" he asked, letting his grip on Naruto's collar slacken so that the dazed blond's head thudded unto the ground. "What are you doing here!?"

[Gene]

"I could ask you the same question, you little punk!" She said through clenched teeth, baring her canines.

Tsume then clenched her claws into her palms and stormed over to Kiba and pulled him off Naruto with one hand, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck like a mother dog does with her teeth to her naughty little pup. "Just what do you think you are doing, Kiba!?" she gave him a shake "What do you think you are doing by getting drunk and fighting with Uzumaki like some bad little bratty kid!?" "Why arent you training with Akamaru and advancing yourself!"

She then squeezed her nails a bit on the flesh of his neck.

"ANSWER ME KIBA!!" she said shaking him again and her eyes glaring at him angerly.

[Croup]

Ow! Hey, lay off, ma!" Kiba yelled, wincing as the claws, so to speak, dug in. She was still treating him like some kind of kid--a puppy, and he didn't like it. He was sixteen years old now, and worthy, he thought, of being respected like a man. It was that time of his life when an Inuzuka male started to really test the boundaries, to see if they could be alpha when the time came.

Besides, he went on life or death missions every week, didn't he? You'd think he could convince his mother to stop hounding him so much. But now she was shaking him around in public, well, close to public. Even if Naruto was a total dunce, it didn't mean he wanted him mom embarrassing him in front of the guy.

"We just got back from a mission and were blowing off some steam!" he said when his ma started to shake him by the scruff of his neck again for answers. "And--and he insulted Akamaru! He totally had it coming!"

[Gene]

Tsume shook her head in the answer of her son.
"Kiba, right now, I could really careless what Naruto did!"
She came slightly closer to Kiba's face and took a sniff
"Been drinking eh?" she then gave and angry creepy smirk. " So lets see, Fighting and Drinking..." her face then made a scowl "I think I have the right messures in mind for you!"

She then stood up, getting a firmer grip by the back of his scruffy hair and started walking. Pulling her 'naughty pup' behind her.

[Croup]

Kiba grimaced at the treatment, but went along with his mother, unwilling to get himself in further trouble. The Inuzukas were one of the more lax clans in Konoha, but village rules were village rules. Underage drinking was forbidden, and he'd been caught red-handed. But what were those "measures" she was talking about . . . ?

His big dog padded along quietly behind them both, as cowed as Kiba was. He'd heard some of Tsume's dogs talking about how she'd been itching to discipline Kiba lately, so Akamaru at least had some idea of what Kiba was in for. He whined a little as they trooped back to the Inuzuka house, hoping it wouldn't be too hard.

From the ground, Naruto watched the canine-family depart. He rubbed his jaw a little, wincing, before suddenly breaking out in a grin. "Heheh, that Kiba thinks he's the big dog. But now I know who really wears the pants in that family!"

[Gene]

Tsume was surprised she didn't hear any yelling and protesting from Kiba as she drug him along behind her. She was thinking at this time she had a slight regret on doing what she planned to him but then she remembered how this would probably benifit him, for the next 2-4 years anyway to keep him away from drinking. She then regained her plans and knew it was for the best on his and her part aswell. Also his major ego he was getting.

When they finally reached the Inuzuka household, Tsume dragged Kiba in the house and both sat on the couch. Her hand still clamped tight on his hair. Then, there was the pull of her strong arm that pulled him toward the left side of her, stomache hitting across her lap.

[Croup]

The Inuzuka male huffed as his mother sat him down, expecting a lecture or something. He folded his arms in front of his well-muscled chest and glared at his mother like a wolf. Every movement of his body made it clear he was challenging her authority. She'd have to do something drastic to make clear what his position still was in the household. He settled back against the couch.

It was only when his abs slapped down across her thighs that the realization hit him.

He'd gotten too used to the soft treatment by his sensei in the field. Kurenai was a believer in the politically correct school of thought. A gentle word here, a compassionate nudge there. But his mom was an Inuzuka. This wasn't gonna be any lecture.

This was gonna be a full-on ass-beating.

"WOAHH, what the FUCK!?" he yelled, suddenly scrambling to get off. "What do you think you're doing, ma? I'm SIXTEEN!"