Title: Contract
Disclaimer: don't own, not claiming to, not making money off this! so don't sue!
Pairings: Sasunaru
Genre: shounen-ai
Rating: PG
Warnings: mild shounen-ai, mild language, bit OOC
Notes: this...popped out of nowhere. o.o; seriously. I just opened my notebook and started writing, and this just...poured right out. I didn't even have to stop to think about a single word. I was like..."whooooa O.O" it was pretty sweet, though. XD
Summary: Kiba can't believe what Naruto is willing to do.
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"So—You're just going to let him—?"
What surprises him most is how quiet his eyes are, how steady as they meet Kiba's own.
"Yes," he says softly, quirking an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I?"
"But—He's—"
"I know who he is, Kiba," Naruto breaks in, voice sharp for the first time since they'd met each other for lunch.
The realization startles him, and he falls silent, jaw closing with an audible snap. Beside him, Akamaru starts awake with a snort. He looks away, gritting his teeth and swallowing harshly. All the while, Naruto's gaze never wavers. Finally, voice rough, Kiba grinds out, "It's just— The idea of you— It's just so—" He flounders, gesticulating wildly in a helpless attempt to get his point across.
"Unexpected?" Naruto finishes for him. He nods violently, but is startled into stillness at the faint smile that flutters, fleeting and moth-like, across the blonde's lips. "Not really," he disagrees. The Jinchuuriki's face is uncharacteristically solemn as he speaks, voice soft. "I made a promise, Kiba. I promised Sakura I'd bring him back. Any way I could." He pauses, giving the words a moment to sink in. "If it means giving up my freedom, then I can accept that."
Gnawing on his already brutalized lip, he finally concedes defeat with a nod. "All right," he mumbles. "But if he does anything—"
"Kiba." The look Naruto gives him is full of exasperation. "I think I can manage to hold my own against Sasuke."
At that, the Inuzuka frowns at him. "Not with the seal, Naruto!" he reminds, somewhat alarmed. "You can't hurt him, or—"
"I can in self defense," Naruto interrupts gently. "He ordered that be put in the seal contract. He's not stupid; he knows how out of control we get. And if he does me too much damage—" this is said with a sound of disbelief that is just so Naruto he can't help but laugh "—it'll backfire on him."
...Oh. Right. He'd forgotten about that.
Naruto just smirks at him.
Huffing indignantly, Kiba moves to light smack the back of his head—
"Inuzuka, what do you think you're doing?"
—and freezes.
In front of him, Naruto rolls his eyes.
"Oi, dobe."
Again, Naruto rolls his eyes, heaving a very put-upon sigh, before moving around Kiba to join his future—and Kiba has to fight to even think the word in such context—master. Briefly, he pauses to whisper, "Just trust me on this one, okay, Kiba? I know what I'm doing."
Kiba turns and watches as Naruto fairly bounces forward, hollering at the top of his lungs. "TEME! Don't call me that!"
Sasuke snorts and turns without bothering to spare another glance at Kiba. "I'll call you whatever the hell I want, usuratonkachi, now shut up."
Without thought, Naruto follows, letting loose an indignant howl of wounded pride.
At his feet, Akamaru whines.
Sighing, Kiba nods. "Yeah," he murmurs to the departing back, "somehow, you always do, don't you, Naruto?"