Me: HAPPY RODEO PEOPLE!!! HERE IN THE SOUTHWEST ITS A LITTLE IMPORTANT!! So.........I WROTE A FIC!!
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Me: You're not very excited are you?
Kiba: -fake smiles- YES I AM
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Kiba: Whatever!
Me: Psssst...Kiba takes his shirt off when he's wet in this chapter!!!! read it for smexxiness!!
Kiba: WHAT!??!?!?!?
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Old Tucson. A small little western town in the new found territory of the Louisiana Purchase. Located in Southern Arizona, fairly close to the Mexican/American border. Now, it is a small town good for trading and just learning how to survive in the 'wild' west, though not much has ever really happened here.
War founded it in the laye 1850's. 1856 I think... A war between the settlers and the Indians. We won of course, well, my granddad did. He was the one who defeated their tribe leader, or whatever they call him, Shawmon or something confusing like that. I don't care….but anyway, he won. And they were so proud they made him the mayor of Tucson, as he called it.
When he died, my father took over, and soon it would be my turn. Stupid idea to me. I had no interest in running anything, which didn't help because my father was getting one of those weird diseases the Indians had. Yellow…………cough… or something. No, He didn't cough at all… yellow fever! That's the devil. Anyway, he had it. The doctors all said he'd be dead soon, even though they lied when they were around me. I'm 17, they don't want me running the town anytime soon.
O yea……by the way, I'm Inuzuka. Kiba Inuzuka. I'm seventeen years old, next in line to be the mayor of my home town. Oh, and did I mention that everyone hates me cause I'm a bit of an outlaw?
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"Stop that boy!" a loud voice boomed behind me.
I tucked the bag that I had just stolen under my arm and ran faster. My short brown hair was waving a bit behind me and my red painted cheeks were becoming even more red from the desert heat and my own running. They wouldn't catch me this time, not again. A shot rang out behind me, I just tucked in my legs and slid under a wagon, dust from the dirt road flying put behind me. I didn't see why they had to shoot at me, I was only a kid. Maybe they're trying to scare me. It won't work…I've been shot.
Even though it was my fault…bounced off a damn jug and came back at my lag.
That was the worst day of my life.
"He went this way!"
Damn, they might find me. I tried to find my hat, if I dropped it then they might know where I was. Nope, it fell off. I looked out from where I was under a wagon and saw it, dead in the middle of the road with a mob of angry lookin' people standing around it.
One of the men stepped out, grabbed my hat, and put it on his head. Bastard, that was my favorite hat… "He'll come back for it later, no worries." he said, acting like he was tough. I hated that. Even though I did the same thing most of the time. Ok, a lot...
The crowd of people just nodded with him and started to walk away. He stayed a bit, looked around, spit on the ground and walked away. The coast was clear. But now I'd have to sneak in later tonight or tomorrow night to steal it back…
I stepped out from under the wagon and took a seat right fully on the drivers seat. Dusting off my vest, shirt, and slacks, I looked at the goods one last time. A whole bag a chewin' tobacco. Man, would Woody love this!
"Well, what do we have here?" someone said from behind me.
I spun around quickly, grabbing my rifle that was always strapped to my back and cocking it, aiming it at the person behind me. Shit……it's my uncle. He raised a single finger, pushing the end of my rifle to the wagon floor and stepping on it. I was scared, oh yea…did I mention he was part time sheriff?
"Howdy there boy'o." He said, pushin' my shoulder down and sitting next to me, forcing me to sit with him. "Heard that the tobacco shop had lost somethin' kinda important. You, wouldn't happen to know anything about this, now would ya?"
I quickly tucked the small bad to my other side and gave him a crooked grin. "Nope, can't reckon I do. Maybe you should ask that shop keeper, seeing that he stole my hat."
"Did he now?" he asked, scratching his dark beard. He gave me a quick wink like he always did.
Shit, he knew.
I'm screwed.
I knew because he had already smacked me across the back of my head and lifted my by the scruff of my shirt. "I'm gonna make this clear boy'o." He sad straight into my face. Man, I'm dead. "I'm gonna punish you a little differently this time. If you want to be a damned outlaw, you'll be treated like a damned outlaw!" He picked me up completely, holding me in the air and started walking down the street.
I swore that from that day on, I would have to be stronger than him.
Impossible…He was the strongest man in the southwest at this time.
But I could damn well try!
When I came back form my thoughts, I was standing in the middle of the street. Right in front of me…was the jail. "Oh come on!" I yelled, pulling my hair out in different directions. "You're not gonna make me go to jail are you?!"
He just grinned at me. "No, but a night in here should do I reject like you some good." He said grabbing my shirt again and dragging my inside. I flailed my arm and tried to bite his leg, but he just took me up, and threw me in one of the two cells that were in there. Before I could even get up, he slammed the cell door shut and locked it up. "Now, you're gonna be in here for the rest of the night! I'll come get you at noon tomorrow, oh and my the way, no supper or breakfast."
I groaned and rubbed my head, completely ignoring him. But, what did catch my eye was that, instead of taking my goods back to the store I stole them from, he put the little sack on the nail hanging from the wall. "Don't ya think Joshua's gonna want that back, Uncle Pop?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Yea, Joshua's wantin' it back. But, you are gonna hand deliver it to him when you get out at high point tomorrow. This seems more degradin' don't cha think?" he said, grinning a yellow grin at me like he knew it would kill me.
I just sighed, though I was smirking on the inside. "Yea yea whatever…" I said, getting up to sit on the squeaky bed that hung loosely on the wall. "So, no grub?"
"Not till you learn something." he said. And with that, he turned on his heel and walked out whistling that same tune he always did.
I just groaned and laid on the bed, its noises giving me and my head one hell of a jump. Well…it was only 5pm, but…might as well sleep through my torture, and hunger……
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"Pssst…Kiba!"
I stirred in my sleep. Who in the hell would try to talk to me at…I dunno but it was dark and I was supposed to be asleep! Which I wasn't right now! "Go away…" I mumbled, flicking my wrist and pointing at what I thought was the door.
"Kiba you lazy pit, git yur ass up!"
Something cold and hard shoved me off my bed. "GAHHHH!" I rolled off my bed and hit the ground with a loud THUD. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?" I groaned, rolling over and seeing my best friend standing over me. "Oh, hey Woody."
Woody was in Indian, sorta. His mom had lived on a reservation, and had an affair with one of the white settlers. She got pregnant, and they threatened to kill her if Woody came out with white skin. Well, she snuck off if the middle of the night and ran a few miles to Tucson. Woody was born the next day, white skin and everything.
Them settlers found her and she was killed. But Woody got off clean since they couldn't tell him apart from the other kids. He grew up here, having to steal to survive.
I stole for fun.
So we had a few things in common…
He just poked my side with his pistol and grinned at me. "Heard ya got busted! Come on man, how much have I taught you about not getting caught?"
I raised my brows at him and pushed his gun away. "Nothing," I said, "You never said anything except 'run like hell and don't die!'"
He scratched his chin and looked at me, "I did…didn't I?"
"What are you doing in here anyway? What time is it?? And please tell me it's still there!?"
"What?"
I just sighed and got to my feet. Grinning to myself when I saw my sack still hanging on the wall, I unhooked it, and stepped out of the jail into the moonlit sky with Woody right behind me. "I don't get it, what's to important that's in that there sack?" he asked, moving to walk beside me and putting a hand on my shoulder.
He was fast. Tried to race him last year. I broke a finger. He broke it when he tpushed me into a ditch and got first place in the entire town. Though he did steal, no one seemed to have a problem with him. Unlike me…who they hated.
I shook of his hand off and turned the corner, setting my eyes on the target. "Joshua's Tobacco Shop. Alright Woody, that man's got my hat, and we're getting it back. Tonight."
Woody slapped his hands and rubbed them together. "Alright, a robbery of a robbery. Let's git down ther' and make somethin' happen!"
"Shhhhhhhh! It's gotten to be the middle of the night! If we get caught, and I'm not in that cell my mornin', we're both dead!" I whispered, hitting his arm to make sure I got my point in his thick skull.
He fake saluted and we both slowly crept to the door of the shop. I stepped aside and watched Woody as he went to work. Over the years, he could pick any lock, which is the only reason I wasn't still in that stupid jail anymore. "Got it." I heard him mutter, than he pushed the door open and it slowly creaked all the way to show an empty store. Counter, walls, a door, but no hat.
"Come on." I whispered, keeping low and crawling through the isles of tobacco products, it took a lot of self-restraint to not just jump up, grab what I could and run. Ugh, so much work…
We still couldn't find the hat, so I looked for Woody to see if he knew anything. He was picking the lock on the door and the end of a hall. I crawled toward him, and as soon he I got to him he pushed with door open and crawled inside.
The first thing I heard was loud snoring.
Looking inside the small crack, I saw Joshua, sleeping on his bed, and my hat, hanging on the wall beside him.
Now, I just had to reach across him and get it without waking him up!
Shit…
I sighed, and heard Woody do the same thing next to me. Well…I've dealt with worse, so I bet I could get my old hat and prove 'em wrong!
"I'm goin' in." I whispered. Crawling toward his bed I stayed low, just in case he popped up with a rifle. Speaking of, I took my off, so that I could reach for my hat a lot easier. Standing on the edge of his bed, I reached out and tried to swipe my hat off the wall.
Try 1 – miss
Try 2 – miss
Try 3 – GOT IT
"INUZUKA!"
"GAHHHHHHH!" I screamed, feeling Joshua grab my leg and swing me down to the floor. I was caught!!!
"RUN WOODY!"
Well that was pointless…HE WAS ALREADY GONE!! So much for a friend if he leaves you!
I was pushed onto the ground hard and when I tried to make a grab for my rifle, I heard shuffling. I finally grabbed it and twisted, trying to point it at the man. Nothing.
I felt cold metal pressed against the back of my neck and heard the cocking of a pistol behind me head. "Don't move." Joshua said, "Man are you gonna get it when y'ur uncle finds out you broke into this her' home."
"Shit." I groaned. I was so not in the mood for this…I just wanted my damn hat!
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Well…it wasn't that bad!
I got one good slap across the face. A little roughening up and than was thrown in that damn jail cell again. Considering I had broken into someone's house after I had stolen from the same place earlier that day, it was a good day. Especially since my Uncle was so mad, that he forgot to make me give back my chewin' tobacco!
Now, I was peacefully sleeping.
"Get up!" my uncle boomed, throwing a bucket of ice cold water on my face and half my body.
"GAHHHHH!" I screamed, rolling over in my bed and falling on the floor. I looked at him with the angriest glare I could. "What in the hell are ya goin'!?"
"Get up!" he yelled again, grabbing another bucket that was at his foot and throwing it on me.
The cold water make me shake, whipping my hair and throwing my arms around, as if trying to block it from hitting me and failing. "What?! IM UP IM UP!"
"Good." He said, putting down a third bucket that he had picked up, just in case, "I want you to get my horse from the stable out back, and take it up to the mountains. I got something for you to bury up there."
I looked at him, half expecting him to say was I had to bury, half expecting him to say he was kidding. Neither happened. But, I wasn't a mule, I had to get something in return. "What's in it for me?"
I went to wipe my eyes and shake my hair, and when I did I heard him sigh. "If you do this her' thing if me, I won't make ya show the new girls in town around."
Whoa whoa whoa…Girls? "I don't know Pop, those mountains are pretty dangerous! Rattlers and Cyotes out there! I could die."
He glared down at me. "Alright, do this for me and I let you keep what you stole. And you're not getting to show 'em girls 'round. You near girlys is like putting Betsy near a rattler."
"Betsy's fat Pop! I'm not fat!" I whined. I wasn't fat...! was strong! I did work everyday! I was worked! And Betsy was our cow. She was young and new, and fat, but we never ate her. We sold her milk instead.
He just sighed again and threw a small box at my feet. It was old wood, with gold straps keeping it closed and on the name print in the front, it was covered in dirt. I couldn't read it. "You, are goin' to bury this in the desert! Then, ya'll going to do me a favor! Now git on some new shirts and vest and get out there!"
I didn't believe him. But when he picked up that third bucket a got to my feet and ran out of the cell, the jail, and down the road; right to where Woody lived.
It was a small building, only one story. He lived in the very back, since some crazy/cranky old lady lived in the front. We basically lived at the same place. I slept where ever I was at the time, while he always went back to sleep in his cot. But, I still kept all my clothes there.
I stepped through the back door and the first thing I heard was his snoring. That kid could drown out a thunderstorm on the trail. I went right up to his cot and shook my hair, the water falling off and landing all over him. "Who what huh?" he asked sleepily. He turned over and let his black hair fall over his face, completely ignoring me.
Whatever, I'd yell at him for leaving me later.
Taking off my vest and my green shirt, I dried myself off. Across my chest and a scar. Man, did that memory scare me.
That was the scariest day of my life. It was my dad that saved me. I was only ten when it happened and I was so close to death. I'll tell you later, first i had to get a shirt over my naked self.
Grabbing a red shirt and a black vest and putting them on, I realized I was missing something…MY HAT!!!
Oh well…I'd steal it back later…
I ran to the back of the saloon as fast as I could. Getting to ride Lightening was a prize all its self! She was a fast old girl, she could get me to the top of the mountain and back down in just 2 hours! So, I saddled her up, grabbed the box and a shovel and started down the road to the trail.
"Man, it's gotta be 'bout a hundred out her'!" I yelled, making a few of the drunkerds on the street glare at me. TOO BAD! Than, down the road, I saw none other than Joshua sweeping the porch of his shop, wearing my hat!
"HIYA!" I yelled, kicking Lightning's side so she'd speed up. Before Joshua could even turn around, I grabbed my hat off his head and put it on. "YEEHA!" I screamed, turning Lightning around to grin at Joshua. Lightning turned again, blasting down the trail, and shooting up dirt in that old bastard's face.
He screamed something at me, shaiking his fist in the air like some old crazy guy. Man, did he look like one of them retards, I think that's what they were called...whatever.
I was so happy! I got my hat back, got a job, and on the way down the trail I even saw a rich carriage coming up to town.
When I looked through the window. Time seemed to slow, and my grin was slapped right off my face. When I was riding by going the opposite direction, I saw a girl in that carriage. Violet hair, clear eyes, cute face. All I could do was gape. Nothing would make up for this. Two other girls, a kid, a boy about my age, and a man were in there too. But I didn't see them. I only wanted to see that girl again. She looked right at me, man this was good
I stopped Lightning and tried to see the back of the carriage where a name plate usually would be.
There was one.
Hyuuga.
Me: YAY!
Kiba: ...That wasn't so bad....
Me: Of course not! I wrote it!
Kiba: ..............prideful idiot
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