A/N This story was a request from DbKiT ( u/491457/DbKiT) a fellow fanfic author and overall odd individual. If you happen to be a Hinata fan she has an interesting story of her own named Find Your Center which is pretty kewl

First time writing so heavily for Kiba and Hinata so I ask for your mercy.

Kiba had been taught a lot about war. The elders of his clan had shared their experiences with him, his team leader and his professors had told him what to expect. All of them had stories and or warnings about what they had seen, what he would likely see, what they had heard, what he would likely hear, how they had felt, how he would probably feel.

No one ever mentioned the smell. Anger pours along with sweat from the pores drenching clothes, fear can be revealed in the breath of a man whose stomach has gone sour. But at the moment above all these things Kiba simply smelled death. For most of his young life he had gotten the faintest waft of this odor but now it was all around. It was hot, powerful, he did not smell it as much as it invaded his nostrils, choking him with his own breath, misting his eyes and causing a pounding in his head that seemed like it would go on and on.

Ironically it was a Zetsu slashing at his shoulder that brought back his focus. Rage flooded Kiba's thoughts stopping the stampede in his head, fury propelled his body forward and instinctively he initiated the passing fang. In moments various pieces of the Zetus' body were sent flying into the air. Kiba landed on his four feet breathing heavily and distinctly aware of his surroundings.

A charging horde of Zetsu suddenly crashed through the southeastern gate of their camp and slammed into a group of Alliance Shinobi.

It contributed greatly to the current environment of pure chaos.

Drawing in air, Kiba let the beginnings of rage flow freely; the battle around him seemed to slow down. Everyone was fighting or dying in slow motion. Akamaru fresh from pinning down and tearing at the pale throat of his enemy was slowly bounding towards him. His fur matted in blood.

Shino was a few yards away, his jacket torn and his glasses falling from his face. For the first time ever Kiba caught the beginning of fear and doubt in the eyes of his usually cool and level-headed friend. Hinata he couldn't sense at all, all he heard was screams of pain and shouts of anger, all he saw was chaos, all he smelled was death.

Zetsu continued pouring into the camp and Kiba wondered quite sadly if the Hyuga was already dead. It left a sour taste in his mouth that only worsened when the reality of his situation came to him. They were all dead; the Zetsu had surrounded the camp, caught them by surprise, and now they were completely outnumbered, trapped in a certified kill zone. He himself had been wounded, not fatally, but it caused him a tremendous amount of pain. The Zetsu were killing him, but worse of all they were killing all his friends.

Weakened, maddened into fury, Kiba allowed a violent anger to wash over. He embraced a rage and bitterness he had never experienced before as blood lust passed hot through his veins.

"Come on Akamaru" he shouted out when his canine partner appeared by his side. "Fang Passing Fang!'

Kiba and Akamaru began to spin at fantastic speeds becoming twin tornadoes of fury slashing through ranks of invading Zetsu clones.

Well if I'm going to die, I'm going to take a bunch of them with me.

The one clear vanity of the Hyuga clan is that they took great stock in the appearance of their hair. They used all manner of flowers, perfumes and other herbs in their bathing water to keep their hair luxurious and strong. To Kiba they generally walked around smelling like bags of tea.

It was a single whiff of honeyed tea which had somehow cut through the air of death that broke Kiba out of his rotation. He only knew of one Hyuga who used an extra dosage of honey in her bath.

Hinata, she's alive!

Rage and pain were pushed immediately from Kiba's mind. His adrenaline did not peter but an unexpected sense of calm came over him as he let the knowledge of his friend being alive settle in. Hinata had been always been the sensitive one in their group, soft hearted and timid. He and Shino might have accepted their doom but she…she would fight but…it would be hard on her. He had the sudden urge to be by her side, to tell her that it was ok, that it was fine for them to stand shoulder to shoulder and face death as proud shinobi of the Leaf.

Where are you?

He heard her voice before he saw her. He noticed as he spun toward the direction it came from that it lacked the hesitation and softness he had anticipated.

"Fight everyone, keep fighting!"

Kiba's eyes landed on her as she was slowly being encircled by a group of Zetsu.

"Don't fight for your lives, fight for your friends, fight for your villages" she said to no one in particular.

Kiba watched her curiously. Her voice was thunder, her hands were bright with chakra as they often did when she used twin lion fists but they didn't match the intensity in her eyes, those simply burned and burned and burned.

Hinata…?

A Zetsu lunged at her; she sidestepped the clone and rammed her palm through the enemy blowing its chest out through the back. Another sprang at her back as if completely ignorant of the Hyuga's special vision. Hinata timed it perfectly, when the Zetsu was close enough to breathe upon her she spun on her heels striking her enemy with a chakra infused back hand that blew its head right off its shoulders.

"Don't give up! Don't fight for yourselves, fight for your villages, for your friends and families!" She shouted while charging towards a group of Zetsu.

Kiba took a step forward and stumbled weakly. He gathered himself and caught another glimpse of Hinata right before she launched into the revolving heaven technique; somehow it seemed to him that she had been glowing before being engulfed in the barrier of chakra.

Who?….is this who you've always been Hinata?

Before anyone could give him a sensible answer to his question, Kiba succumbed to his injuries and passed out.

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His eyes fluttered open to the sight of his sister Hana.

"Hey pup" she said sweeping her hand through his hair. 'Welcome back."

Sitting up quickly, Kiba asked. "I'm not dead?"

"Would I do this to a dead person?" Hana reached out and pinched her brother's cheek.

"Owwww" Kiba batted her hand away and massaged his cheek.

"No you're not in the world of the dead little brother. You're in the medical tent.

A quick glance at the moaning bandaged shinobi all around him confirmed his sister's words. Kiba reached for his right shoulder.

"Don't worry, you lost blood but it wasn't that deep of a wound. You'll be back in fighting shape in no time."

"Did you heal me?"

Hana folded her arms over her chest. "Why do you sound surprised? I may specialize in veterinary medicine but I am a medic nin."

Kiba shook his head. "It's not…I. Didn't"

He suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

"Well I'll take that as a thank you. I also expect a thank you from him." Hana pointed to the left side of his bed.

Kiba leaned over the edge to see Akamaru resting soundly beside his bed. The canine's breathing seemed a bit labored but the blood had been cleaned from his fur and there were no visible signs of any of his wounds.

"Let me thank you for the both of us." Kiba declared as he gently patted his loyal partner.

Hana nodded to herself. "That's better. Little brothers should be more grateful to their older sisters.

"Hey Han' what happened? We were out outnumbered weren't we?"

"Uzumaki Naruto happened" she said simply.

Kiba turned to her. "Naruto?"

'That's right" she said looking off into the distance, as if trying to remember as much as she could. "He came in wearing a cloak of chakra; or rather one of his bunshins came in wearing a cloak of chakra. Turned the tide of the battle really."

Kiba couldn't help but smile.

That bastard he just keeps getting stronger and stronger.

Naruto was on his way to being a living legend already but Kiba did not find a trace of jealousy within him. He was quite proud to see the success of one of his classmates and a good friend. Still Kiba wouldn't give up the title of Hokage without a rematch, no matter how legendary his classmate got. Though a rematch assumed they all survived this war.

"Your team has been worried I'll let them know you're awake. They will probably come see you right away so you might want to take the time to wash your face because it's quite filthy."

"You know you're starting to sound like mom in your old age" Kiba sighed.

Hana belted her brother across the head

"I'm already injured dammit!" Kiba groaned as he rubbed down the bump on his head.

"Not injured enough apparently!"

She began to walk away but Kiba grabbed at her shoulder. 'Don't tell anyone I'm aware yet. I want some time to myself, so I can think."

"Think? Since when do you think?" She chortled, though concern eventually spread across her face.

"Hey I think about all kinds of things all the time!" Kiba replied defensively.

Hana found a spot on the edge of his bed. "What do you have to think about?"

"Oh I don't know maybe the war! Duh! You're such a dumb ass sometimes Hana."

She shrugged nonchalantly. "So…What do you think about the war?"

The softness in her voice disarmed him. He wasn't sure what he thought about the war, which was the exact reason why he needed some time to think about it.

"I…This…See there's nothing like pushing yourself to your limits Hana. And maybe even beyond them. It make you feel like you're alive. But in war, well I've never been in any other war, so in this war, and I know it's only been a few days but…I constantly feel like that, like, I'm being pushed to my limits."

"Well little brother is that a bad or a good thing?"

"I don't know….I feel….I don't think I like it." Kiba scratched at the back of his head. "I think I almost lost myself today."

Hana caught her brother's gaze. "What happened?"

'"I don't know' he diverted his eyes from hers. "I was angry, it was weird. Anyway there was something else that was weird. When I losing myself it was Hinata who brought me out of it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, well she didn't really do it directly. At first I just smelled her and y'know of course she smelled so much better than the smells I was getting from the battle…obviously…and then I was so happy she was alive it kinda…it kinda calmed me a little."

"Did it now?"

He gestured at his throat, "Yeah but my heart was kind of like up here. I've never um, I've never felt that before."

"Go on" Hana said with a smirk.

"Then I saw her and she was fighting. And I wanted to fight with her, but I couldn't move, sure I was feeling really, really, weak, but it wasn't that. I just wanted to watch her and um…"

Kiba looked up to see his sister with a grin that ran from ear to ear.

"She was um…"

He once again found himself speechless.

'She was um….she was beautiful." He coughed. "But you know the whole thing was just weird…I was losing blood and I…..I just need some time to think."

Hana placed her hand under her chin as if she were lost in thought. "Hmmm perhaps it's time for the pup to be neutered."

"I have no idea what you're talking about Hana."

"Oh never mind that" Hana chuckled. She rose from the bed and gave her brother a light kiss on the top of the head.

"Take some time to think little brother. But don't think too hard, you're not used to it so you might hurt yourself."

She then left Kiba muttering sibling themed obscenities in her wake. When he was sure his sister was gone for good Kiba laid back down with his hands folded beneath his head. He had much to consider but there was some truth to his sister's teasing. He wasn't like Shino, a calculating analytic kind of guy who stepped back and waited for things to happen. Kiba usually did what felt right by him whenever the opportunity arose.

Besides what exactly did he need to calculate anyway? OK he didn't enjoy the war, who did? That was normal right? He hadn't come in expecting it to be a field trip. Still…the smell lingered with him. Would it ever leave him? And the anger he had felt, it's what kept him alive, but there was something about it that he couldn't put his finger on.

When people said he was short-tempered, if in a good mood, Kiba might have agreed with them, but what he felt on the battlefield had not been his normal anger, it was something much darker. He tapped into a blood lust that he was surprised he had, if he continued the nonstop hectic battles in this war would he need to depend on that kind of strength? He had to keep fighting right? The war wasn't ending tomorrow and it was his duty.

Then there was Hinata.

Again his sister was kinda right; he wasn't much of a thinker because he couldn't keep focus. He would think about the war for some time and then his Hyuga teammate would sneak into thoughts. Like some kind of…mental ninja…..He had to admit she looked pretty cool out there. He had always sort of known she had it in here to be like that, but still it was something else to see it with his own two eyes.

And he hadn't been lying when he said she looked beautiful.

It was strange; thinking about the war depressed him. Thinking about Hinata did quite the opposite.

Well that's part 1 hope you're enjoying it so far.