Calming the Storm

Chapter 1: Fucked-up Quarterback

"I swear if this hair doesn't stay put I'm going to shave it off." I threatened my hair as usual. It sat as a brown tangled mess on top of my head. Just one day I wanted it to be neat. I focused on the mirror intently trying to get the knots out. Some people complimented me and said that they liked it messy but, just once I would like to see it neat. "Fine, whatever, I don't care." I slammed the comb onto the bathroom counter and stormed out leaving my hair in its natural tangled mess. I went back to my bedroom closing my door. I threw my wet towel onto the floor and made my way to my closet.

Should I wear red or black today? Red goes better with my olive skin but, black makes me less noticeable. Though it is hard to miss a 6'3" muscled football player in a classroom. The last three years of football really helped me to develop my arms and chest while adding muscle definition all over. That's really all anyone ever notices anyway. Wait, I think Hinata said she liked my eyes one time? She said they look like dark chocolate or something. I think they just look like the color of mud.

My door flew open with a thud. Akamaru came barreling in with his tail wagging and tongue hanging out. I instinctually turned to cover myself until I saw it was just Akamaru. "Seriously? Did you have to do that?" I said to Akamaru as I walked across my room to close my door. Akamaru just barked happily. His white fur was floating through the air covering my bedding and clothes with hair. As I closed the door I heard a whistle.

"Damn, is the peep show over?" Hana yelled from across the house in her room. "Still is small hate to tell you."

"Shut up Hana. You know it's not." I yelled back. My sister was always trying to embarrass me in some way. The older I got the more I ignored her but, she has since found new ways to annoy me. Trying to tell me my dick was small was her newest one. I keep telling her eight inches is not small but, she continues anyways.

I finished getting dressed by throwing on the black shirt and some dark jeans. Akamaru had since grabbed a sock of mine and proceeded to rip it apart. "Akamaru! What is your deal today?" Every time I went to reach for the sock he yanked it out of my reach. Asshole. I didn't have time to play keep away with him today. After a few attempts, I gave up and ran to the kitchen to grab something to eat before I left.

"You're going to be late." My mother said not looking up from the paper she was reading. Always so pessimistic. I heard Akamaru follow me into the kitchen. I turned to see that he no longer had the sock. He must have dropped it in my room when I left.

"Nah, I have plenty of time." I insisted grabbing an apple and running out the front door. Akamaru tried to follow me into my car. I grabbed a tennis ball that was on the front lawn and threw it to distract him. While he was chasing the ball, I slipped into my car and headed to school.

It was three minutes till class started when I parked my car at the back of the parking lot of Konoha High School. Showing up at the last minute was how I did school. I couldn't stand most of the people there and the less time with them, the better. Everyone was in their seat when I finally made it to class. I took my seat in the back of the room behind Shikamaru.

Mr. Hatake started to write the answers to last night's math homework as the bell rang. He never missed a moment of class for anything. I sighed. I started to check my homework and saw that I got about half of it correct. I hate math, it's so fucking stupid. I looked around to see how everyone else did and saw Ino and Sakura glaring at each other trying to figure out who was better. Those two always fought over everything. Constantly in competition with each other for no reason at all.

Sasuke sat in the back corner opposite of me and just stared out the window. The ass never paid any attention. He thought he was too good for the school. Chouji and Naruto both had a look of utter confusion trying to figure out what they did wrong. Nothing new there. They both made me look like a genius in comparison. Shino and Hinata seemed to be doing ok but, both of them were so reserved it was hard to tell. I sat back in my chair and tried to keep up as the lesson carried on.

"Kiba, is this making sense to you?" Mr. Hatake asked me half way through class. He must have seen my eyes glaze over at the new material. Everyone in the class turned and looked at me.

"Yeah." I replied half-heartedly. I hated when everyone stared at me. Most people turned back around as Mr. Hatake continued but, my eyes locked with Naruto who was still staring at me. I gave him a 'what the fuck are you looking at?' look and he quickly turned back around.

When class was finally over I dragged myself to my locker. Math always drained me. Especially being first thing in the morning. Luckily, I had gym next and that was the best. It got me pumped and ready for the rest for the day. I put my books away and made my way to the gym.

I was still a little groggy when I got into the locker room. I walked past some guys in various stages of undress as I walked to my gym locker.

"I really need to clean this out." I said to myself as half of my football equipment fell out when I opened my locker. I undressed and put on some red shorts and a black t-shirt. What is that smell? I reached down into my locker and moved some clothes aside. The smell hit me instantly. I gagged and nearly vomited. My clothes smell rank. I really need to remember to wash them more often. I quickly grabbed my shoes and closed the locker.

I was sitting on the bench tying my shoes when I saw Naruto smelling different shirts to see which one was clean. Glad to see I'm not the only one that forgets to wash their clothes. He was standing in his green boxer-briefs debating between an orange shirt and a blue one. He finally decided on the orange one and put it on. As he turned though I saw a flash of red on his waist before his shirt covered it up. A tattoo? When did he get that?

He threw some shorts on and ran out into the gym. I quickly finished tying my shoes and followed. Why does he have a tattoo? Sure, they look cool but, not a lot of people get them in high school. Naruto doesn't really seem like the type to get a tattoo. Wonder what it looks like?

The class all lined up on the gym wall and waited for Coach Gui. Coach was walking across the gym floor on his hands trying to beat his old handstand record of one hour. From the stopwatch on the wall, he was close but, the bell was going to ring and he had to start class. Sure enough, as the bell rang he dropped and began class like nothing had happened. The only thing he hated more than not completing a challenge was not doing his job. I rolled my eyes at his enthusiasm. He was way too excited for me personally. I just wanted to run and throw things.

We voted to play dodgeball again. It was everyone favorite sport since half of us could play while the other half pretended to do so. Only Naruto, Lee, and I played in class since most of the class didn't really care about participating this early in the morning. The rest either half-assed played or stood in the corner as not to get hit. I still aimed for them anyways. Easy targets. I was having fun and getting revved up. I dodged one ball and hit someone else all in one motion. I felt great.

Then Naruto cut me off. He slid on the floor in front of me and the pervert in me looked right at his crotch. I got distracted for a split second as I saw the slightest dick outline from the front of Naruto's shorts. Mesh shorts were the best for that. Sure, sweatpants you could see the size but, with mesh shorts, you can see almost everything.

WHAM!

That's when Lee wailed me in the head. I fell flat onto the floor. The room was spinning and my ears were ringing. As I sat up, slowly the ringing faded and everyone's laughter filled the gym. They were laughing at me. It was funny but, I was in too much pain to laugh and walked out of the gym. I hated when people laughed at me. It made me angry. I don't want to be the butt of a joke.

I stormed into the locker room and went to the mirror. A big circular red mark was covering half of my face. I heard the locker room door fly open and Naruto appeared behind me in the mirror. Great, the person I did not want to see.

"Coach wanted me to ask if you were ok." Naruto asked seeming genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine." I snapped.

"Well don't get mad at me." Naruto added.

"Just get out then. I'm fine." Naruto gave me a confused look and left. The redness started to fade a little. I went to the sink and splashed some cold water on my face to take the sting out of the hit. Why do I get mad that easy? Mom yells at me all the time for it but, I can't help it. I just go off sometimes and I hate that.

I changed into my regular clothes and sat on the bench in the locker room until the end of class. I hope no one will make a big deal about that. The only thing worse than people laugh at you is being made fun of about it. They would be smart just to leave me be today. Eventually, everyone came into the locker room and for the most part, people just ignored me. Until Lee found me.

"Oh, man I am so sorry. I guess I got too into it today." Lee said trying to apologize.

"It's fine. Just caught me off guard is all." I said looking away hoping he would drop it.

"Yeah, that was probably it. Sorry again." He said going back to his locker to change.

I looked up to see Naruto staring at me from across the room. He was probably trying to see if I was going to kill Lee or not. His crystal blue eyes stayed locked on me for a moment before returning to his locker. The tattoo flooded into my brain again but, I was too annoyed at the moment to try getting a glimpse again. Naruto had his back to me anyways so, I couldn't see it even if I wanted too. Instead, my eyes involuntarily traced his body.

He was slightly smaller in stature to me, maybe about 5'11" to my 6'3" build. Definitely, lighter in weight and slimmer in build. He looked almost hairless. Must be from the blonde color of his hair. I was definitely hairier all over compared to him. Was I too hairy? I mean I wasn't like a walking carpet but, I had some chest hair, decent amount of arm and leg hair, and a nice treasure trail to round it off. I never really considered what other people may like.

The bell rang snapping me out of my odd day dream and I headed to my next class. The rest of the day dragged on like usual. It felt like half an eternity until I was back in the locker room to get ready for football practice. I was in my padded compression shorts when Chouji found me.

"Did you hear?" Chouji asked eating a small bag of potatoes chips.

"Hear what?"

"The quarterback broke his leg!"

"What!? How?" I had an assumption how it happened knowing the guy.

"He fell off a roof at a party on Saturday." Chouji said as he stuffed his mouth.

"Sounds like something he would do. Let me guess, he was drunk."

"You know it. Though he was probably stupid enough to jump off without the alcohol." I laughed because Chouji was probably right.

"So, who's replacing him?"

"Some guy some from Sun." Chouji finished his chips and crumpled up the bag. Our school was too small to have a football team by itself so, we combined with Sungakure High which was the next town over. Most of them were too pretentious for my liking.

"Well hope he can throw. I don't need to be training another QB." I finished getting dressed and headed out to the practice field. Most of the team was already warming up on the field once I had gotten there. I stretched and did my warm ups until Coach Gui called everyone over to meet at midfield.

"Alright, as you know we had a team member that decided jumping off rooves was a good idea. As a result, we will be having Kankuro from Sungakure fill in for the rest of the season." Coach motioned to Kankuro. What the fuck is he wearing? His face was covered with eye darkener and he made some weird pattern out of it. Not to mention his hair was dyed a dark purple to add to the absurdity. Coach can't be serious, can he? "Kankuro was pulled up from junior varsity but, he is more than capable of being your quarterback. So, I expect complete respect for him."

Everyone looked weary but, reluctantly agreed and we started our practice. Naturally, as the wide receiver, I was stuck with the new guy. I was not excited. We made some warm up throws and he seemed decent at passing at least.

"So, what was your furthest completed throw?" I asked trying to break the awkward silence as we passed the ball back and forth. I don't know if he did not hear me or what but, he didn't answer. He just seems really intense to me.

For the next drill, I was going to run down the field and receive a pass, to try and mimic a game. It was going to give me a good feel for how he was going to be in a game. I lined up on the end line and waited for the whistle. I normally hated to do these kinds of drills but, I was really interested in the new guy. At the whistle, I ran straight up the field then crossed over. Just as I turned, my eyes caught the ball flying over my head. Way too far to reach. As I feared, shitty passer. I trotted back to the line and got ready for another run. I gave him the benefit of the doubt. The first throw is hard on a new team I suppose.

At the whistle, I ran down the field again. This time in a zigzag pattern. Yet, before I could turn around, the ball nailed me right in the back. A repeat of gym class was not how I wanted practice to go. I could feel the anger bubble up in me as I trotted back to the line again. I had to use all of my willpower to keep my mouth shut. Storming off in gym class was one thing but, if Coach saw me do that here he would kick me off the team. So, I kept quiet and waited for another throw.

"Hmm, thought you would be faster." Kankuro said under his breath next to me. The whistle blew the moment he finished his sentence and I was forced to run again instead of slugging him in the face. This time I turned and saw the ball coming. It was just out of my reach and I had to stretch to reach it. I dove to get it but, this time I came up with the ball.

"Try throwing it at me next time." I said tossing the ball back to him.

"Funny the juniors don't have any problems with my throws." Kankuro said smugly.

"Think you're funny?" I said getting right in his face.

"Kiba! Laps now!" Coach yelled from across the field. I looked over my shoulder to see him glaring at me.

"Better get running. Maybe you'll get faster." Kankuro said leaving me to my punishment.

"You're a piece of shit." I whispered to Kankuro as I began running. My mind just replayed the smug look of Kankuro's expression as I ran. It made me even angrier. I watched as Kankuro ran more drills. He was fucking up just as much as he was before. I snickered. Glad I'm not the only one that can't catch that idiot's throws.

I looked down to the other end of the field and saw Chouji pushing a sled down the field. He was strong as he was big and it was scary sometimes. I nearly broke my arm the one time I tried to block him. 250lbs of pure man is hard to stop when it's charging at you.

I heard a yell and looked behind the football field to see Naruto face down in the grass. Sasuke was standing over him with a soccer ball at his feet. It was probably just Sasuke beating Naruto in one-on-one again. With both of them on the soccer team, they always tried to best each other. Though it seemed like Naruto always lost.

Coach blew the whistle and practice ended. I ran back over the center of the field to walk back with the team. "Kiba! Over here." Coach called. Kankuro was standing next to him as I jogged over. "You two seem to have an issue with one another. I need both of you to work this out. Neither of you will leave until you complete 25 passes in a row. I will be watching so no half-assed attempts."

Before I could open my mouth, Coach had blown the whistle and made me get ready at the line. I crouched down and waited for the second whistle. I was going to show this cock-sucker who was in charge here. At the signal, I took off like a bullet down the field. I felt nothing as my legs pushed me down the field. I was too angry to care how tired I was. I looked over my shoulder for the ball as I cut into the middle. The ball sailed right into my arms. Fuck! Sure, now he can throw.

It was dark by the time we completed the 25th throw. We would have been done sooner if I hadn't dropped a pass half way through forcing us to restart. By that time, the team had gone home leaving me in the locker room alone. I threw all my clothes in my locker and made my way to the showers. My muscles ached already. The cold fall air with the mix of extra running drained me.

I did love having all the showers to myself though. I turned them all on at once, turning the big empty room into a massive shower. It was great, like having a 20-jet shower. I shampooed my hair as I walked from shower head to shower head trying to keep my muscles loose.

The locker room door opened and I froze. Who was that? Coach normally stayed out of the locker room. Maybe someone came back for something they forgot. I waited for the door to open and close again but, instead a mess of purple hair walked into the showers. Fucking Kankuro.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked crossing my arms.

"To take a shower obviously. Are you that dumb really? I thought maybe it was just an act." He said as he hung his towel and walked under the water towards me.

"What? Your school too poor to afford showers?"

"No, your lack of talent made me miss my ride. So, I am stuck here for a while till someone can pick me up. Also, our showers are way nicer than this." Kankuro had now taken the shower head right next to me. Fucker.

"Well if you threw like you were supposed to the first time we wouldn't have had this issue." I said squaring up to him. I was about three inches taller than him and definitely more muscular than him. Not that I was rippling with muscles but, having more than Kankuro made me feel pretty good.

"Oh sorry, my varsity level throws were so hard for you. I had to ease off of it for you or we would have been there all night." He turned and crossed his arms now and squared off to me. "My junior varsity receivers never have a problem. Maybe they can give you a lesson." Kankuro gave a smug smile and I had to fight the urge to punch him.

"I doubt that. You're not nearly as good as you think you are."

"Same to you. Also, your dick is not as big as I would have thought for someone your size." Kankuro turned around and went back to showering.

Oh, out of insults so, onto dick jokes huh. God, he is a prick. "I thought for sure you'd be one to dye your pubes the same color as your hair. Or have they just not come in yet?" I said noticing that he had shaved his pubes.

"Well, at least mine isn't a mess of scraggly hair around a tiny pencil dick." Kankuro turned with squinted eyes. Mentioning his hair was an obvious sore spot.

"Coming from an obviously tiny dick. And I don't just mean your actual dick." I smiled at my own insult.

"Let me guess, you've fucked like two girls and you didn't last near as long as you wanted."

I held my smirk because he guessed that way too well and I didn't want him to know that. "Women like a man. Not a boy like you."

"I know, I'll make the ball look like a dick. That way you will always catch it. Though I don't know if it's legal to catch it with your mouth." He crossed his arms again knowing he we getting to me.

"Listen, you're the rookie on the team and you will listen to me." I took a step closer to him.

"Oh, are you going to hit me?"

"If you don't listen, I fucking might."

"That's right, show me who's boss." Kankuro edged in a little bit. I was confused at the tone he was using. "Go ahead and get rough with me." Kankuro licked his lips at the same time I felt his hand on my cock.

"What the fuck!?" I said as I jumped back.

"You know you want it. Drop the tough guy act." Kankuro took a step forward and I took another one back in response. "I don't believe you're straight for a second."

"What the fuck!? Back off." No way he knows.

"Like a straight guy would stand here naked with another guy and argue about dick size." Kankuro licked his lips again. "Plus, I like when my receivers fuck me. Shows me what kind of person they are when they are fired up." Kankuro placed his hands on the wall and stuck his ass out at me. He wiggled it in front of me trying to entice me.

"You're fucked in the head." I walked out of the bathroom and went to my locker. I was not staying in the room with a fucked-up fag.

"Just you wait. I like to chase the closet guys." Kankuro's voice echoed as I quickly changed and left the locker room.

By the time, I got home and got up to my room I was having involuntary imaginations of Kankuro's ass. I really regret looking at his ass right now. No one knows how I feel. I've never told anyone and made sure to never act like it either. Maybe he was just messing with me and doesn't actually know. Yeah, that's it, I'm just paranoid. No one knows I'm into guys.

I laid in bed and tried to relax. Kankuro still cursed my thoughts. I really fucking hate that his ass actually looks great. Why did I have to look? If he wasn't such a god damn psycho and an asshole, then maybe I'd consider it. Somewhere I must have drifted off to sleep and the image of Kankuro shifted to Naruto. The blonde hair replaced the purple and the brown eyes turned crystal blue. Naruto's cute smile melted my heart and made me want to wrap my arms around him.

My eyes shot open as the alarm went off. Why was I dreaming of Naruto? Akamaru came in and jumped on my bed with me. He wanted me to feed him. I sent him downstairs as I rolled out of bed trying to figure out what I had just seen in my dream. Sure, I wanted to fuck Kankuro if he wasn't crazy but, Naruto? Guess I hadn't noticed him like that before.