Kiba
He was often referred to as "dog-boy" or "mutt," but that never deferred him from being nice. He wasn't polite, but he was nice. His aura was that of a laid-back and hyper person. An oxymoron, I know, but that is what it was.
I watched as his light brown hair fell across his cheeks. The markings on his face were that of red triangles, a mark of his clan. The Inuzuka's are a proud clan, the valued women and gave them the power to subdue them when needed. Shaking his head like a dog, he laughed.
His smile, his laughter filled the room we were in. It had been awhile since we had been in Konoha; we had been stuck in Suna for what seemed like an eternity. He waves at me to come over and I comply, even though I'm nervous about meeting his parents.
I, too, bear the same markings of the clan, for he has chosen me to be his wife and now the family wanted to meet me. A smile played across his lips as he introduced me, keeping a loving arm around my waist.
"Mom, Dad, this is Temari from Suna and I have chosen her to be my wife." He stated still smiling like a goofball.
Both of his parents extended their hands and greeted me. His mother's warm smile showed that there were no hard feelings about me being from another village. His father also smiled at me, not as warmly as his mother, but still inviting.
"Kiba, you have picked a wonderful girl. I can tell she can make you happy." His mother said hugging her son and then hugging me.
Kiba gently placed a kiss on my cheek and hugged me.
He whispered into my ear, "I love you, Temari-Chan."
And with that he showed that he could not only be nice, funny, caring but also loving and I knew I would be happy for the rest of my life.