It all starts with an idea.
The idea to go to a bar, the idea to have something to drink, the idea to do something I know I shouldn't, but I can't seem to help myself anyways. For some reason, however, these ideas always end badly for me and another person.
My latest incident all started with one of those ideas and I hurt someone I cared deeply for, all because I have stupid ideas and I'm afraid of commitment. What can I say I've always been the type of ninja to work alone; I have my puppets to keep me company, and they do all my fighting, and if there was someone else with us chances are they would be in the way . Besides, I may not want to admit it, but I don't want to endanger the lives of others, because I feel like being a reckless moron.
Anyways, on to my most recent stint of thoughtless ideas; this one, I think, should take the top prize of being my dumbest move yet. So, after finishing up my most recent mission early, which was a great success if I must admit, I decided I would stop in the leaf village to grab a quick drink and see some old friends. Right then and there, I should have known this was going to end badly, because really nothing good can come of me going into a bar alone in the leaf village.
As I entered the village, a quiet calm peace fell over me like a warm safety blanket, and I never felt this way when I returned home. Waving to the guards, I sauntered through the silent streets, drinking in my surroundings. It had been years since we, the Sand ninjas, had tried to destroy the village for Orochimaru, and I had to admit they had rebuilt rather nicely. When we had come back to make our sincerest apologies, I had volunteered my time and I made some new, long-term friends; maybe that's why I felt so peaceful here, knowing I had someone to have my back if need be. Out of all the people I met though, one person left the biggest imprint on me and that was Kiba Inuzuka. For some reason, I found him to be rather charming, adorable, sweet and the list could go on and on; it also helped that, he really wasn't that bad looking on the eyes either. The only problem was that he spent too much time with his damn dog, Akamaru. Normally, I wouldn't have a problem with dogs, even though I'm more of a cat person, but the dog didn't really seem to like me and almost always growled at me while I was near him and his master. Oh well, the problem could be easily solved; just get rid of the damn thing.
Before I knew it, I found myself standing outside of the bar and I could hear the music coming from the inside. Smiling to myself, I gripped the door handle and walked inside. My nose was penetrated with the strong stench of all types of booze, but mainly beer. Pulling up a chair at the bar, I slammed my fist down on the old looking wood.
"Barkeep," I yelled at the back of the bartender, a small smile playing on my lips.
"Hold on a damn second. Can't you see I'm busy here?" The reply was gruff sounding.
"Yeah, but what can I say I'm just a tad impatient at times," I joked around slightly.
Sighing quietly, the bartender turned face me, and I quickly recognized the face of Kakashi Hatake.
"Ah, hello there Kankuro," Kakashi eyed me almost knowingly.
"Hey Kakashi, I would like a Long Island from Hell please," my words were soft and I stared down at the grainy counter.
"Coming right up good sir," Kakashi's response was immediate.
Watching him as he worked, my mind drifted around carelessly. Thoughts floated in and out of my head, and I couldn't seem to concentrate on just any one thing. Less than five minutes later, my long island was setting right in front of me.
"Enjoy your drink," Kakashi murmured as he turned away to help someone else.
As I sat there, I nursed my drink slowly, so I wouldn't get as drunk, as fast. While I sat there songs played noiselessly in the background, and people were talking rancorously. I have no clue how long I'd been sitting there before, three people walked in, Shikamaru Nara, Choji Akimichi, and most importantly Kiba Inuzuka.
"Well, well if it isn't Mr. Kankuro, the puppet master," Shikamaru said, as he clapped his hand on my shoulder.
Throwing a smile on my face, I turned toward the small group of guys. My eyes were instantly drawn to Kiba. His eyes were shifting around nervously, and he almost seemed to be a tad bit antsy. Huh, maybe he's already missing his little pal Akamaru, I thought as I noticed his furry shadow was missing. As I continued to peer at Kiba, my mind was a whirlwind and I had trouble bringing oxygen into my depraved body. Words kept flying through my mind, but there was one sentence that was consistently there: Me and Kiba, naked together, in a bed, alone. It took all of my will power to just not jump him then and there, in front of everyone; normally, I had much more control over myself, but Kiba seemed to diminish that control.
Realizing I hadn't yet replied to Shikamaru, I tore my gaze away from Kiba, and looked the leader of the group in the eyes, and responded tersely, "Hey there Shadow guy."
"How have you been? It's been some time since I've seen you around here," Shikamaru's tone was polite and conversational. Unfortunately, it wasn't Shikamaru I wanted to converse with.
"I've been busy, thanks to my little bro Gaara. He seems to like keeping me on my toes," I shook my head almost sadly, trying to dispel images of Kiba writhing in pleasure underneath me. Damn that little dog boy for having such a hold on me.
"Hmm, that's a shame you should really come back to Konohagakure more often," Shikamaru had returned to his bored voice.
"Wish I could, I kind of like it here, nice and peaceful. Well, you all have a good time here and enjoy the first round on me," I turned away from the group and back to my drink.
"Thanks," the three of them said in unison.
They each ordered a beer, and Shikamaru and Choji walked away while Kiba stayed behind. He sat down on the stool next to me, and I became well to aware of him. Inhaling deeply, I caught a quick whiff of his scent, a slight dog smell mixed with sweat and a hint of cinnamon, maybe; it wasn't exactly the sexiest thing in the world, but it was kind of intoxicating. Kiba's body was tense, like he was nervous around me or something similar to that. There was a tightening sensation in my groin as I sat there watching him fidget slightly under the pressure of my gaze, and the longer he sat there the tighter my groin grew. My entire mind could only seem to think about making Kiba writher, and see how much it would take him to scream my name, over and over again.
Before I did something I could regret I stole my eyes away from the younger ninja. We sat there in silence, as we each stared intently at our drinks. It was quite some time before Kiba finally gathered the courage to speak to me.
"So, erm Kankuro, how have you been?" Kiba's voice was timid and shy.
"I've been okay, how have you been dog boy?" I asked confidently, almost off handily like I didn't care that much, when secretly I cared more than I probably should.
"Oh, I don't know to be honest. I've missed you," the young boy whispered, a crimson red coming up over his cheeks. Glancing at him from the corner of my eye, I caught the blush and my breath caught in my throat. I had never seen him more adorable, or vulnerable before; I was conflicted between wanting to protect him and conquering him for my own, maybe I could do both.
"Can't say I don't blame you, I'm quite hard not to miss really. With my handsomely good looks, and charming yet rather mysterious personality," I joked with him trying to lighten the mood a little. A small giggle erupted from his lips, and I beamed inside knowing that I had made him laugh. After that we lapsed back into a silence, neither of us sure what to say.
"Hey, Kakashi, can I please have a shot of whiskey? Make it a double will ya," Kiba said out of the blue.
Cocking my eyebrow at him, "You sure that's a good idea?"
Kiba just gave me a look that sort of said, 'I'm not sure, but I don't really care because I'm cool and sophisticated.'
"Whatever, hope you can hold your liquor," I muttered as I took a long sip of my Long Island.
As it turns out though, Kiba apparently cannot hold his liquor as well as he thought. Two hours and five shots later, Kiba was a mess.
"You know what your problem is," Kiba hiccupped as he shoved his finger in my face.
Sighing quietly I muttered under my breath, "Yeah, I'm an enabler."
"Kakashi, I want another shot please," his words were slurred together and I had a hard time understanding him.
"Yeah, lets not Kiba. I think you've had enough for one day, I don't want you to die from alcohol poisoning, or something like that," I muttered as I pulled my wallet out to pay for our drinks.
Attempting to stand Kiba stumbled and almost said hello to the floor with his face. Luckily I was able to catch the poor kid in time and he just kind of smiled at me.
"Thank you; you are the best friend a guy like me could ever have,"
"Yeah, I know I try. Thanks Kakashi, keep the change," I grunted as I supported a vast majority of Kiba's weight. To make things a tad bit easier for myself, I wrapped an arm around his upper torso, just below his armpits and pulled his arm around my shoulder.
Everyone stared at us as we made our way to the door. Just as I left the bar, I heard Shikamaru and Choji laughing, and I sighed quietly.
"Are you taking me home Kankuro?" Kiba asked as we made our way down the darkened streets.
"Nah, I thought I'd just dump in a random alley somewhere and leave you to the dogs, no pun intended," I grumbled loud enough for him to hear.
"Well, that's not very nice of you. Will you stay with me please if you do that?" his voice was childish sounding, and I glanced at him quickly. He wore an almost sad and worried expression, as if he thought I'd actually be mean enough to do that to him.
"I was being sarcastic dude, I'm taking you home," I led him to his house, shocked I actually remembered since I had only been here once before.
"You are such a good guy, you know that? Will you stay with me tonight please, I mean just to make sure I'm okay and everything, or in case I need something,"
Once again I glanced at him; I didn't want to stop looking at his beautiful face, even though he wore the dumbest expressions thanks to the whiskey.
"Yeah, I guess I can stay with you for the night. Man, you are going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning, you know this right?" I asked, smiling to myself. I imagined myself rubbing his back as he spilt the contents of tonight's little binge into the toilet in the morning, and of me making him some coffee to help with the headache he was sure to have. As I thought of this, some part of my inner being was whispering, telling me that something like would never happen because Kiba might get the wrong idea.
"Yeah, I know, but if it means you staying the night with me, than it was really be worth it," He admitted softly; so softly, I almost didn't hear him.
My heart melted at his words and before I could think, my mouth was moving, "Oh Kiba, if you wanted me to stay with you, you should have just asked. You didn't need to get drunk to have me stay with you."
"Actually, I got drunk to help build up the courage to ask you to stay with me, to be honest," he confessed to me. I couldn't help myself, I laughed deeply. This boy was so cute at times.
When we finally walked up to Kiba's house, everything was dark.
"Your mom and sister aren't home are they?" I questioned curiously.
"No, they got sent out on some search mission today, so they probably won't be home for a few days," Kiba's response was almost immediate, and not as slurred as it was in the bar.
How convenient, I thought as we made our way to the front door. I had only been here once before and that had only been briefly to pick Kiba up, so I was amazed to see the inside of his house. Everything was neat and tidy even though the floors and walls were made of packed dirt. The house was pretty large, yet it had a homey, comfortable feel to it.
Kiba grabbed my hand, and led me to the back part of the house where there were some stairs.
"My room's upstairs," he explained as if I wouldn't have figured that out on my own.
This was not good, there was no way I would be able to be in Kiba's room, alone with him when no one else was around. It was taking all of my self-control now to not pull him in my arms and kiss him fiercely. Not to mention the poor kid was drunk, and I didn't want to take advantage of him; I mean really I may be a bad person at times, but not that bad.
"Kiba, I don't know if this is really such a great idea, I mean," my words were cut off when Kiba turned back to glare at me.
"You said you would stay with me you fucking asshole," Kiba pouted.
My jaw dropped as I heard Kiba swear for the first time I had met him. Then what he said finally sunk in, the little jerk called me a fucking asshole, to be honest I wasn't sure whether I should be insulted or proud that he actually swore.
"Besides, my room is right here," Kiba smiled as he opened the last door in the hall way.
Looking inside, the first thing I noticed was that it was a bit messier than rest of the house. Clothes were strewn all over the floor and there was trash all over the place as well. This is what my room would look like if Temari didn't force me to clean it at least once a week.
"Sorry for the mess, if I had realized you'd actually be coming over, I would have cleaned up a bit," Kiba said, as I slowly walked in. My eyes were drinking in my surroundings, so I could commit this place to memory since I didn't know when or if I'd ever see it again.
"It's okay, this is what my room would look like to, if I wasn't required to clean it," I answered as I turned slowly. When I looked at him again, he was leaning against his closed door staring intently at me. My pulse started to race, as my stomach grew tight as knots started to form.
"What is it Kiba? Do I have something on my face?" I teased somewhat.
"Kankuro, I really like you," Kiba stared at the ground as he said this.
Cocking my head to the side, I responded to him slowly, "I really like you too, Kiba. You're a nice guy and I think you're a great friend."
At that the younger teen stared at me, "No Kankuro, I mean I really, really like you," he paused there, as if gathering the right words for what he wanted to say next, "Kankuro I want to sleep with you," he declared to me with his eyes shut.
My heart stopped beating, and I became instantly hard. I'd been waiting to hear these words ever since I had met Kiba, but they had only come while he was drunk. Even though I can kill without second though, I would not take advantage of someone who was drunk, even if they were as sexy and inviting as Kiba.
Instead I decided to play dumb, "Well okay, I mean I hadn't planned on sleeping in the same bed as you, but first you have to get changed before we can go to bed."
The dog ninja lifted his head sharply at my words, and narrowed his muddy brown eyes at me, "Damn it, you idiot that's not what I meant. I meant I want you to have sex with me, I want to give myself to you."
Gaping at him, it was another one of those moments where I wasn't sure whether I should be proud or disappointed in his straight forwardness. One of the things that had attracted me most to Kiba was the fact that he was shy, and blushed when something naughty was mentioned; to me that was sexy, because it's the total opposite of what I'm like. However, with the new rash, outspoken, very forward Kiba, I kind of liked that too.
"You're drunk, Kiba, you have no idea what the hell it is you're saying," I muttered as I stormed to the door where he stood.
"I know exactly what I'm saying. I'm telling you that I want you to fuck me. I don't care if I'm drunk or not," he argued.
"You might not care, but I do. If you were sober, you wouldn't be saying this," I retorted.
"Yes, I would be saying this, except it wouldn't be so crude," he whispered softly into my ear.
"Whatever, you'll regret it in the morning," I growled at him.
I reached for the doorknob, only to be stopped by Kiba grabbing my hand into his.
"No, I won't I promise. Kankuro, please for me," he pleaded with me softly. The younger boy pulled my hand to his mouth and started to kiss the back of it softly. All I wanted to do was groan, then turn him around and take him then and there, but that would be to crude. For Kiba it needed to be done right, somewhere safe and soft, like his bed.
"Fine, I guess if this is what you really want," I conceded, hating myself the moment I did it. To me, I was going against everything I pretty much believed in, just so I could make this young boy happy; not that I wasn't getting anything out of it, because I was but I still hated myself for it.
Before anything else could be said, Kiba's soft lips were being crushed into mine. Turning my mind off, I let my body take over my actions. My arms snaked around his waist and pulled the younger male to me. His tongue was probing at my lips, begging for entrance and I granted him that entrance by opening my mouth slightly, taking the passion of the kiss up a notch. Our tongues swirled around together, getting to know each other as well as possible. 'You shouldn't be doing this, you know, taking advantage of him like this,' an inner voice whispered. Knowing that to be true, I just ignored the voice and went back to focusing on my soon to be lover.
Keeping my arms wrapped around him, I pulled Kiba back to the bed with me. When we got there Kiba broke away from our kiss, to pull off his shirt and lay down. His body was evenly tanned and he had a nice set of abs that I just wanted to lick every inch of. As he lay there staring up at me, he smiled tantalizingly, and crooked his finger. Forcing myself to move slowly, I removed my shirt before I joined him on the bed.
"Damn, you are so sexy," Kiba breathed he ran his fingers over my smooth, bare chest. His fingers toyed with my nipple, causing it to harden and make me groan quietly. There was no use in me trying to suppress my noises, wherever he touched, his fingers would leave fire in their wake, causing my groin to jerk in reaction.
"I want to lick every inch of your body Kankuro," Kiba purred softly right before he kissed me again.
While we kissed, and our tongues fought to be in control, our hands roamed over the others body. His hands spent much time toying with my nipples, causing them to harden and grow taut. Before I knew what was happening, Kiba has stopped kissing me to push me over onto my back. After he did that he straddled me, so he was on top and this caused me to be semi-immobilized. Making good on his request, he began to kiss and lick my chest, sending shivers down my spine. Looking up at me, a devilish smile spread across his face and he winked at me. Unsure of what he was about to do, I cocked my head to the side curiously.
"Close your eyes Kankuro," he commanded softly, and I did as I was told.
The next thing I knew, a groan escaped my lips as I felt his tongue dart down to lick my swollen nub. My breathing became shorter and heavier as he continued to tease, lick, bite, and caress my chest with my mouth. It got to the point where I was quickly approaching my peak, and nothing had really happened between us yet. Instead of him yelling my name, like I had thought, it was me yelling his; damn, how life can be so weird.
"Kiba, please stop," I whimpered softly.
"Do you really want me to stop Kankuro? I was just getting warmed up," His voice was husky, and a little rumbled.
"Please," I opened my eyes to see his face. His eyes were darkened with lust, and hooded with passion.
Snickering, he slid off of me, "I guess, if you insist."
While he had his guard down, I grabbed him around the waist, and tossed him onto the bed. Though I was doing my best to be gentle, he let out a little oomph.
"Now, I'm in control," I grunted as ran my hands down to his pants.
"You always could have had control," was his simple response.
Ignoring him, I quickly undid his pants and slid them all the way off of him, leaving him in only thin boxers. I pushed my way between his legs and stared hungrily at his well-toned body, and when my eyes landed on the spot I was most interested in, it was obvious he was as horny as I was. Sitting up slightly, Kiba seemed to almost attack the clasp of my pants with intensity. I knew what he wanted, so I pushed myself closer, allowing him more access. Almost as quickly as I had, he unbuttoned my pants and had started pushing them off of me, my boxers were included. In one swift move, though, I had stood and pushed my pants and boxers off, so I stood there wearing nothing. Just at the sight of me, a deep groan escaped from Kiba's throat.
"Kankuro, I want you now," he moaned.
Smirking, I crawled back onto the bed, but before I climbed between his legs, I pulled off his boxers, exposing his erection. Biting my bottom lip, at the moment all I could do was stare; he looked so scrumptious laying there on his soft white sheets.
"Do you have anything?" I asked huskily.
"Nope," He said before he leaned forward.
Kiba grabbed my hand again, and this time he put three of my fingers in his mouth. As his tongue gently rubbed against my fingers while he sucked on them, he stared up into my eyes. I didn't want to wait anymore, I just wanted to be in him and I have wanted this more than anything else in the world.
"That should be good," he informed me as he pulled my fingers out of his mouth.
"Good, now roll over and get on all fours, you know kinda like a dog," I grinned down at him. He glared at me before he complied.
When he did as I told him, his ass brushed against my erect dick causing me to moan. Inhaling deeply, I counted to ten silently in my head before I did anything. The moment I stuck one of my fingers in, Kiba made a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a moan. As I started to move my finger in and out, I realized just how tight he really was. Not wanting to hurt him, I moved slowly and had only added one more finger before he spoke.
"Damn you Kankuro stop stalling and teasing just please take me already," he begged quietly.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you, especially since you don't have anything," I whispered in response.
After I removed my fingers, Kiba turned around swiftly and his mouth was level with my dick. Since I had no expectations, I just watched him as he moved forward. His tongue darted out to lick the tip of my head, and the sensation sent shivers down my spine. Almost as if he noticed my reaction, he started to take my whole member in his mouth. Groaning, I wound my fingers into Kiba's soft brown hair and pushed him on further. Kiba's lips were soft against my erection and his tongue swirled around as he sucked hurriedly. My body was reacting on its own accord, and my back arched pushing me into him further.
It took what personal strength I had left just to tell him that was enough and he could stop or else I was going to climax.
At this Kiba removed his mouth and smirked up at me before he turned back around. Once again his ass was right by my dick and now I could finally have what I wanted: him.
"Ready?" I asked.
Kiba remained quiet and answered by pushing himself closer to me. Closing my eyes, I tried to reason with myself. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but now it felt like it was too late to stop myself. My hands made their way up his back to his shoulders, and grabbed them softly so I was touching him when I finally entered him.
"Now Kankuro," Kiba cried.
The moment my breath left my body, I swiftly plunged myself into Kiba, instead of prolonging the pain by slowly entering him. Once again Kiba made a sound that was a cross between a moan and loud whimper.
"Kiba, did I hurt you?" I asked worriedly. I rested my cheek on his back, while I kept myself in him.
"Just a little bit, but it's okay, right? Because that's to be expected your first time," he cried.
"I'm sorry Kiba, I can stop if you want," I said into his back.
"You stop and I'll kill you. Now start moving," he demanded harshly.
Gathering my courage, I started to move slowly. He was tight and it felt so good around my dick; now that I had started I really didn't want to stop. I removed my hands from his shoulders and moved them down to his hips. As I started to move faster, the friction grew and so did the pleasure, for both of us. I knew Kiba was enjoying himself, when he started screaming out my name and this only drove me on. Earlier when I had felt close to my peak, my body must have been tricking me because now I felt like I could go on all night.
"Touch me Kankuro," Kiba whined.
Heeding his request I moved my arm around his waist, and grabbed him tightly. I began to rub him in time with my thrusts, causing him to scream even louder.
"That's right Kiba," I growled as I thrust even harder. I could feel myself closing in on my peak, but I wanted to give Kiba pleasure first.
Our bodies were slick with sweat as we went on with this animalistic passion. I was happier right here and now then I had ever been before, and I doubted I could ever be this happy again. With that thought I felt myself teetering on the edge, about ready to give myself to the blinding ecstasy.
"I want you to cum for me Kiba," I grunted as I thrust once more before I slowed my furious pace way down.
"N—no, together.." he said breathlessly.
Staring down at the young boy with a new fondness, I picked my pace back up. Leaning over him, I nipped Kiba lightly on the back. This sent him over the edge, and I felt him coming all over my hand. That in turn sent me over the edge, before he was finished I could feel myself unloading into him. At the same moment we yelled each other's name loudly and very primal like.
"Good boy Kiba," I whispered more to myself than him.
After we were both spent we fell onto his bed together. On instinct, at least I believe it was instinct, Kiba cuddled up right next to me.
"Thank you so much Kankuro," he murmured right as a yawn overtook him.
"No, thank you Kiba," I responded.
"Good night Kankuro," Kiba yawned again.
"What no post-sex cuddle or round two?" I joked with him, as I watched him close his eyes.
"You exhausted me," he said.
"Oh, alright if you insist dog boy, I shall let you go to sleep. Good night, sleep tight," I whispered as I kissed him good night on the forehead, like a loved one or a lover might.
Almost instantly the younger male fell right to sleep, but I was restless and couldn't force myself to relax enough to sleep. As I watched him sleep, the most peaceful look fell on his face and I couldn't help but smile to myself. I don't know how much time I actually spent watching him sleep, but deep down I knew I would never sleep again if it meant I would get to watch him sleep.
I was beginning to feel almost as peaceful as Kiba looked, when he began to talk in his sleep. Never before had I heard of someone talking in their sleep, but well obviously it was possible. Deep down, in my heart of hearts, I knew I shouldn't listen, and to me it felt like I was eavesdropping, even though he was sleeping, but I was curious as to what he would say. At first it was almost all utter nonsense, on occasion my name would fall from his precious lips and I would grin. It seemed that he was arguing with someone in his dream because his words were angry and fast paced, and I was curious who he was fighting with and why. While he progressed into the conversation with the dream person, he became desperate and pleading. Further into the conversation, he said something I never expected or wanted to hear from someone, he said four little words that scared the shit out of me: I love you Kankuro.
Even though he was sleeping, and I was sure he didn't mean it, my body stiffened instantly, and not in the way it had earlier. I didn't want to lead the poor kid on, but I knew that a relationship between us would never work, because well mainly I worked on my own and I didn't want to endanger him. I would stop at nothing to protect Kiba, and something like that could cause a person to become reckless. I need to get out of here, I thought. The moment the idea appeared in my head, another thought was right on its tail. That's being cowardly and it'll kill him, a small voice said. My heart seized at the moment, because it was true, but it would probably kill him if he ever entered into a relationship with me.
While I lay there, I weighed the pros and cons of each choice. There were so many things to take into consideration, but it seemed that for every good I had, I came with two bad things to take its spot. After some time of weighing my options, I finally made up my mind even though I knew it was going to kill the both of us.
So I wouldn't wake Kiba, I carefully pulled myself away from his body and slid out of bed. Quickly grabbing my clothes, I hastily pulled them on not really paying attention. When I had finished dressing, I glanced around for a pen and paper so I could write Kiba a quick note. I searched around his room as quietly as possible, and found what I was looking for. Unsure of what to put, I decided to just be forward and let him down as easily possible.
Kiba,
Sorry. It's not you, it's me. I just can't handle a relationship right now.
Kankuro
Now the question was where do I put the damn note so that I know for sure he'll get it. Surveying his room once again, I decided that his dresser might be the best spot to put it. Setting the note there, I turned to face my young lover again. Tomorrow I was sure he would cry, and I wouldn't be here to comfort or protect him like I wanted. My self-loathing returned with a new vengeance because I knew I would be the cause of his tears. Returning to his side, I leaned down and kissed him chastely on the cheek for perhaps the last time ever. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply trying to remember his scent; the scent of dog, sweat and sex.
"I'm so sorry Kiba; I knew this was a mistake. I love you so much and that is why I must leave," I whispered hoarsely. I had to force myself to turn away from Kiba before my tears fell shamelessly down my cheeks; I walked out of his room for the first and last time. Never would I be able to forgive myself for this transgression. Never again would I be able to show myself in this village again. I was giving up peace and my friends all because I was a coward and couldn't handle the love of someone else. Maybe I deserved to be alone for the rest of my life.
As I walked out of the house where the teen slept, I steeled myself to not look back because I knew if I did, I would cave and go back to him. I really didn't want to live without him, but I knew for his sake, and mostly mine, it was the only way.
Like I said, it all starts with an idea.