A/N: This is actually a re-write. Deciding that this story seriously needed to be "brushed up" before I continued it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Dangerous Liaison
Prologue: It's Time To Dance

The stone pathway leading to the home of Inuzuka Kiba was cold and coarse beneath Hyuuga Hinata's pale, bare feet. As another pebble painfully inbedded itself between her tender toes, she silently cursed herself for failing to remember to bring shoes. Under calmer circumstance, she was sure she would have remembered them but unfortunately that was not the case. She had to reach Kiba while the courage to say what she needed to say was still fresh with in her. Tonight was the night she would end their foolish games. The deception had been carrying on for far too long.

Just as her hurried steps rounded the corner and unidentified force thrust her against a nearby tree. She released a small gasp as her back connected with the firm mass. Caught off guard, her alabaster eyes struggled to focus in her dizzied state. Fear began to rise in her stomach as shadows formed in the moonless dark. As she braced herself for a grapple, Kiba's playful face materialized before her.

"I knew you would come tonight," his grin was wide.

Before Hinata could even grasp a coherent thought, the boy's lips were already overlapping her own. His kisses were a delicious mix of intimacy and aggression, that she knew too well. Already her lips were swelling and bruising under his force. Kiba had a dog's sense of possession and dominance, and Hinata was meek by nature. Either way, he tasted too good for her not to submit.

"You've already been with him tonight, haven't you?" Kiba's eyes narrowed in obvious annoyance. "I can smell him all over you."

Hinata had accumulated a lot of courage and strength over the years in her up-hill fight to become a respectable shinobi. She'd overcome things she had never dream possible, like finally revealing to Naruto how she truly felt. Kiba deserved the greater credit of her newly found bravery. With out his support she never would have achieved a thing, but it seemed that she was never able to gain any ground when it came to Kiba. He was too assertive for her to resist. She loved Naruto, there was no doubt about that. So why did she still meet Kiba like this? After all these years? Why couldn't he just let her go?

"Listen," she pulled her lips out from between his, "I have something I need to tell you."

"What is it," he replied, his voice a raspy pur from the bottom of his throat, as his hand slid up her jacket.

"I really don't want to do this anymore," she whimpered as his teeth grazed a particulary sensitive area a long the base of her neck.

"You are lying again, Hinata," he smiled biting light at her chin. "You forget, I can smell your hormones from here."

"Kiba," she sighed, her voice nothing more than a discordant whisper.

Once again his lips rose to claim hers.

Why was she always his to claim? Something will never change, will they Hinata? She thought to herself wryly. Once again couldn't tell him no.

Hinata awoke under the weight of Kiba's masculine arms. He was snoring as usual, but it wasn't one those loud, chacophonic sounds that one would expect. It was kind of cute for what it was. As long as she could remember Kiba had always been adorable while slept, a lot like Naruto. Naruto and Kiba were alike in numerous aspects. Maybe that's how she ended up in all terrible mess. Falling in love with two similar guys, it wasn't that uncommon was it? Then again it was probably just guilt.

Every ounce of happiness in her life she owed to Kiba.

She was so lonely in her days before becoming a genin. Feeling so isolated in her own family, team eight became the family she never had. And Kiba grew into the best friend she had always needed. He and Shino not only taught her to fight, but to believe in herself. She made a promise to herself along time ago that she would grow in both psychical and mental strength. She had reached her goal, but it never would have been without their help.

There were still many times when she second-guessed herself, but she had Kiba to help her through it.

Would it really be alright for her to turn her back on him now? Was he the only left that she was truly afraid of?

With a dry smile, she brushed back a loose strand of russet colored hair away from his tightly shut eyes and back into his unruly thicket of hair. Everything about Kiba was wild right down from his eyes to his attitude. Could she really tame him if she wanted to?

Groaning, she shifted out from under his arms and the bed. The boy moaned in response but settle back into a peaceful sleep. Her passing weight caused the old floorboards to creak and woke the sleeping Akumaru in the corner. The large dog whined and licked her leg before resuming his rest. Hinata patted the overgrown pup on the head and searched for her clothing.

Once outside she felt as if new life had been breathed into her. The night air was brisk and refreshing, she could see small remnants of her breath hanging in a sheet of fog before her face. It was a long, chilly walk home and she desperately needed sleep. She had plans with Naruto in the morning.

She had been living a double life so long that it quickly was wearing her paper thin.

Returning to her room a last, she felt better than she expected. Closing the sliding door behind her, she longed for the warm comforts of her bed. Her dream, however, was briefly lived.

"Where have you been Hinata?"

Hinata's attention shot straight to a pair of seething cerulean eyes. Naruto was sitting stiffly on her bed across the room. What lie would she feed him this time? By the look in his fierce, aquatic eyes he wasn't going to fall for it.

"Hinata!"

"Na-Naru," she had reverted back to twelve-years-old again.

"How long has this been going on?" Naruto voice was fusion of anger and pain. "Just tell me who it is!"

The raven haired girl was still struggling for a steady breath. She could taste her own sweat and she felt nauseated. The same stirring sickness that always came with this choking panic.

"Explain yourself dammit," the blonde ground out, fighting to remain as rational as possible.

He never expected this of Hinata--sweet, stuttering Hinata. He was confident that she loved him. Then why would she betray him this way?

Explain? Hinata thought, Is it even possible to explain all of this? To even begin I'd have to go way back...back to when we were still just genin.