Hi, Naruto-verse. My name is Aseru, and I hope you don't dislike me. (Nervous Laugh) I don't belong here...

This piece is a part of an AU Multi-Piece story I will be writing- called 'We All...', the last part varies on the couple I will focus on. So far, in my head, there are at least three stories thought up... maybe more... The mainly focus around the Sabaku siblings. This is AU, I have added last names- like the Sabaku siblings, Haku's last name will be noted as Yuki, Tenten's I pulled out of my bum, and will be Hiro. Please don't hate my story for that- and if you don't enjoy adlib, leave; there is no need for nasty words.

The little bit below in brackets is a one time thing, just so it's out there. But if you wouldn't mind trying this bit of KXK on for size- I would like that quite a bit.

Now then, the story.

Disclaimer: I'm a lazy, two-pint writer, who does not own anything of value, and works at a grocery store. (Sadface)


We All...
That Simple

[KankuroXKiba]


"Oh Kiba- wait!" He stopped, on his way out the door and turned back to where his mother quickly made her way through the doorway from the kitchen, a few dollar bills in her hand and a smile on her face. As she tucked them into his hand, he waited for what she'd say- waited for the moment that she would ask 'why'. "Eat something today, okay? Shino told me yesterday you haven't been eating." She smiled at him then, and Kiba only nodded- noting that she wouldn't ask right then- and quickly said bye, as he continued out the door.

X

At the lunch table, he sat with five others- Shino, his friend since the beginning of time- Hinata, Shino in female form- Gaara, the new kid that Hinata seemed a bit closer than usual to- the blond dimwit, Naruto- Sauske, who was Naruto's. The table around them were lined with other's of their friends, who would scoot over, or mix in at any given time.

"You told ma I haven't been eating," Kiba spoke to his right where Shino sat. The taller teen merely hummed.

"You haven't been- I fail to see the problem." Kiba just sighed- of course Shino didn't see the problem, he never did with simple things.

But then his eyes slid across the room, though he refused to admit they were searching- and after only a minute, locked with a similar dark pair. He watched for a second, before the other pair broke off, and the tanned face attached seemed to gain a despondent edge as the other male rejoined the conversation on the other side of the room.

Kiba found himself sighing again.

X

The dark tinted windows were only a bit fogged. The windshield showed the back of the dugout of the old abandoned softball field behind the elementary school. As he slid down against the leather upholstery of the deep back seat, he could feel his breath finally begin to slow a bit. Looking next to him, he had to gawk a bit- inwardly proud of the mess he'd made- as he watched the half exposed tan chest rise and fall, the messy head of dark hair turn a bit as if trying to clear the cobwebs in his head as it hung over the back of the seat.

He hungrily took in the rumpled gray shirt, still halfway up the other's torso- held in place, he knew, by a light sheen of sweat- the place of his back where his dark jeans sat too low the fly and button still undone and the other's still half hard member nowhere near tucked back in. He took a guess that Kankuro's boxers were in that rumpled mess somewhere, while his arms just hung loosely around his sides. And Kiba sat sideways, just next to him, in the backseat of the other boy's car and watched him begin to relax.

"Are we ever going to, not have to do this in the back seat of my car?" Kiba just listened, knowing it wasn't over. "Not that car sex isn't all good or anything but, you know…"

Kiba knew- knew he wasn't just asking about the sex. And he had to wonder why Kankuro even still did this- put up with them. They'd had a few heart-to-hearts, they'd talked and shit. He knew they both felt good like this- as them, and having sex. But, there had to be a limit right?

And suddenly that anxiety was back, like when Tsume asked him anything- and then the angst, because that was the best way to describe the tight, clenching pain in his chest wherever he thought about hurting Kankuro or even just that the other would just give up- just leave. Though, he hadn't yet- not that Kiba really knew why. He'd wondered if the situations were reversed, would he have left by now? He didn't know, honestly.

"I know," He heard himself replying quickly, as if his thoughts hadn't just ran a marathon, "I just- it's hard. With Ma, and Hana, and… stuff." Kankuro said nothing- head still back, eyes still closed. "I just need some time- a bit longer. Okay?" He waited for the 'why'- for the fight, for Kankuro to just say no. But, it didn't come- the question, the why, or the rejection. Kankuro just sighed.

"Okay."

X

"You're still coming to Muro tomorrow night, right?" Kiba paused, again on his way out the door- this time of Kankuro's car, on the corner of his street. It was near dark now, and the heat inside the slick black car was so alluring, Kiba wanted to just slip back inside and take a nap. But he had to get out, and he had to think of the correct answer to this question.

"Yeah," he realized, suddenly remembering that was tomorrow night- it was Thursday now. "Riding was Hinata and Gaara- remember?" And there was that smirk/smile, the one that first had his pants off.

"Did you," the only slightly older boy asked back, smug and sure- and Kiba felt his cheeks heat and his mind blank. That smile- it did terrible things to him.

"Shut up," he called as he suddenly moved out of the car and snapped the door shut before beginning down the sidewalk- the sound of Kankuro's damn laugh draining his mind of all color, leaving only a blinding bliss in it's wake.

X

"Hey." Kiba smiled as he slipped into the back seat of the slick burgundy car- that he'd never seen before- and Hinata quickly turned in her seat to smile at him.

Kiba was silently glad Gaara had come into their lives, regardless of the reason. Because- yeah, he was Kankuro's little brother- but also because of her, because of Hinata. Seemed like since Nara moved to town a while before them she'd grown up a bit, yeah- but then the popped outta no where, and 'poof!' Hinata was a new person. He wasn't stupid, he knew it was Gaara's fault. He'd seen the signs, watched the looks- he knew what was going on.

But as long as Hinata kept smiling, he was fine with whatever the quiet red-head was up to.

X

Muro, as it was called, was an upscale dance club- complete with a large circular performance stage where local bands and acts preformed. It had the history of being built by Koga Mitzu, the father of the Mitzu corporation- which was known of dabbling in all aspects of the entertainment business. Koga himself, was also known for his son- his seven sons that he had adopted all for different reason, that each made any and everyone think of that old movie- Annie.

Kiba had heard of Koga Mitzu all his life, many people had. He'd also heard the associated name- of Jin Iwa and Kizito and Gomaru Sabaku. But, for whatever reason, Kiba had never associated the last name Gomaru Sabaku with Gaara, or Kankuro. So when Gaara nonchalantly mentioned the name, it took a few minutes to click.

"Weird- are you related?" He found himself asking, swirling the ice around in his soda. And suddenly he was aware of Gaara's narrowed quizzical eyes, and Hinata's 'are you retarded?' expression.

He'd known Gomaru had been married and had three kids, before he'd died at an early age- 52, which seemed very early to most. He'd known that Karura, Gomaru's wife, had died in child-birth. He knew the man had had one girl and two boys- everyone did. Kiba had never cared to remember their name or even Google a picture. But with that look, maybe he should have.

"Oh."

X

But as soon as he seemed to put together these pieces it all seemed worse. Watching Kankuro slip through the crowd, heading for the back, where he bent his head to yell in the ear of the blond male who Gaara had greet when they'd arrived- Deidara Iwa- he really began to wonder why the older, overly attractive male bothered with him. When he could be with someone better- prettier didn't seem like the right word.

But, he could be with someone who had parents that were completely fine with their son having a boyfriend- not him, who was completely unwilling to even think about sitting in the room with his mother and boyfriend. Some who didn't blush when he caught the other looking at them from across a busy dance floor- regardless that he probably wasn't even being looked at really.

But Kiba felt his forehead knit as he tried to not even think about it. If Kankuro- the guy he'd been fucked by yesterday afternoon- deserved better, then Kankuro- the son of Gomaru and Karura Sabaku- certainly did; don't bother reminding him that they had always been the same person.

"Hey." Kiba knew he jumped because he hadn't even realized the overly deserving male had made his way across the room already. And now, Kankuro, Hinata, and Gaara were all giving him odd looks.

"Hi," Gaara returned to his brother, after an awkward silence. Then he discreetly took Hinata's hand, "We're gonna go over here." And then they were gone.

"You alright," Kankuro asked quickly. And Kiba knew his smile would lie for him.

"Wonderful."

"What's wrong?" Kankuro obviously knew better than to believe his words over his smile.

"I just kinda realize who you are." The other male seemed unaffected.

"And?"

"My brain just blew up."

And after a moment, Kankuro laughed.

"It's not funny."

"It is," he replied easily, then leaned in, as if to share a secret, "Because it doesn't change anything."

"You could have told me though," Kiba found himself biting out.

"Why," there it was, "So you could deal with that and trying to figure shit out with just us- never mind my family, your family and everything else?"

And for the first time it tried to soak in. Kiba started to believe- by the desperation in Kankuro's eyes, by the tight pull of his lips, the white's of his knuckles- that Kankuro wanted them.

But after a second, it slipped back out of his mind.

Because nothing was ever that simple.


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Either way, thank you for reading- unless you already left, and then good riddance. (Smiles) Thank you for your time.
-Aseru