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AN: Um... Yeah, I know; another story, but who cares? Besides, Sakura isn't the (absolute) main characters in this one! 0.0 I'm surprised with myself! Lol Enjoy my newest fic! :)
Warnings: Er... Swearing. 0.o This is the first time I've ever had to have a warning on my story...
The Mistakes We Make
Prologue
It was really a quiet afternoon - birds chirping peacefully, young children jumping through sprinklers, and the incredibly hot sun shining high in the mid-August sky.
"Hell, no!" a brown haired boy yelled, disturbing the peace (and the mothers of the children, with his crude language) as he stomped out of an apartment's front door; a large, white dog in tow.
"Why not? Honestly, Kiba, I just don't know what to do with you, sometimes..." a woman sighed, stepping out the same door after the angry teen.
The teenager, Kiba, as the woman called him, just snarled. "Of course, you don't, Okaa-san. But you know perfectly well what to do with Hana and Haru, now don't you?!" he hissed, fury blazing across his handsome, tattooed face.
"Kiba!" another boy cried out, racing out the door, as the woman stepped back in. "What the hell-" The mothers of the curious children, now paused from their mirth, glared at the two boys and shooed away their children from them. "-is wrong with you?! You've wanted to be the leader for so long, haven't you? Now's your chance!"
"I don't want to! All right? Not when it means... Not ... this way."
"I know that this is hard, Kiba, but-"
"Shut up, Haru! You may be perfectly fine with dad dying, but I'm not. Sheesh. I can't believe you two! You and mom!" Kiba exclaimed, incredulous over the boy's behaviour.
Haru's tanned face took on a dark expression. "I do care, Kiba, but at least I don't throw a temper tantrum in the middle of an important meeting and storm off. Especially not when receiving the cla- er, family's leadership in front of the whole council!"
"No! You don't care! If you did... If you did, then dad would still be alive, wouldn't he?" Kiba sneered, and the dog barked in furious agreement with his master.
"What?! You're seriously blaming me for dad's death? How one earthdoes your mind work?" Haru asked, giving a sigh. He didn't seem all the affected by being blamed like this, as if he's heard it before.
"Yeah, I am, Aniki."
Haru scowled. "Think what you want, Ototou, but you still are next in line, only because I'm..."
"Handicapped?"
"Shut up."
Kiba smirked, knowing he had hit a sore spot. "What? Still hurts? I bet it does..."
"Just leave, Kiba. Just leave and don't come back if you don't want this. The clan had already decided before they offered the position if you ... turned it down. Wish I didn't have to do this, Ototou, but you know how it is. Family business and all. Have a good life."
The teenager looked shocked at this, but Haru ignored it and turned around coldly, into the apartment again.
"Fine. I will, then." Another bark in agreement and Kiba smirked at the mutt at his side. "Let's show 'em, Akamaru."
In another part of the town, in a not-so-peaceful area...
"Go, Tatter!"
"C'mon, Tatter!"
"Show 'em who's boss!"
"Punch their lights out, Tatter!"
The cheers continued as a small person, next to a taller one, took impressive strides through the crowds, quickly making their destination to the clearing.
The first one, the shorter person, wore dark fabrics and had tears and singes through all their clothing. A leather jacket, old runners, and a baggy, black t-shirt reading 'Nok Them Dead', completed their look. Their hair was hidden fully in their baseball cap, so the colour was unknown.
"Tch. Who do they think they are? Some kids at a softball game? This isn't some childish sport; this is fighting." he grumbled, sending sharp glares to a particularly loud black haired teen near the front who was shouting something about youth...
"Just ignore it." the taller man sighed, his voice deep and gentle, but commanding at the same time, while the other's was more annoyed and less low. "I really wish you didn't do stuff like this."
He, too, wore dark clothes, and the only things that were really noticeable on him was the mask covering the lower half of his face, a band of some sort pulled over his left eye, and his hair that stood up with out looking like it had been jelled stiff to stay in place.
The first person sighed as they heard another round of cheers.
He ignored his shorter friend, and continued. "And Haru-" Only to be cut off.
"Don't call me that."
"Fine. Tatter."
"Thank you." 'Tatter' stated, cold, jade eyes staring at the man beside him.
He rolled his eyes. "Really do be careful, alright?"
"Jeez. I'm a tough kid, okay? Don't worry about me, Hatake."
"How can I not? You're not some weak guy like they think, I know that. Your fans know that, even, but what no one knows except me, is that you're not a-"
"Shut up. Keep down when we're in public."
Hatake scowled, before giving a dry chuckle. "I don't, however, know why I let you walk all over me."
"Let's keep it that way. If you do, you might stop."
This time, he gave out a real laugh. "True, true. You do realize that I say this because I care, right?"
Tatter sighed. "Don't waste your breath or time." Just as another man walked into the awaiting clearing and fans in front of him, he muttered something that sounded a lot like "I'm too far gone to save."
Hatake just shook his head. "I'll be in the Alley."
"You always are."
"Che. Just have a good fight."
"Always do..."
AN: ...? I don't know. I was just having fun! Heh heh. I hope you guys liked it, because I wasn't even going to put it up at first, but I just kinda wrote it 'cause I felt like it! Lol This will (most likely) NOT be updated quickly. At all! Still, I will continue it, anyways, and the chapters will be much longer than the prologue, trust me. Reviews are appreciated! Ja!
Dedications: None. Just breaks in writing. XD
- Cady :D