Hello faithful readers! Time for another KibaXKanku fic! (Just because I'm absolutely in LOVE with this pairing!)
AND! I figured out how to do chapters! Ha! Take that, stupid upload system! Annnnyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or the other not-as-important characters (Cast of Naruto: HEY! -Naruto smiles-) ^^
ONWARD TO THE STORY!!!
This is bad... Kiba thought to himself. He was in his cage, locked for the night. He was being prepped for a buyer tomorrow, and it was his third showing in the last two weeks. He was eighteen. And after a few more years, he would be too old to sell, and would be killed. "We're going to have to euthanize him if he doesn't get sold soon..." Is what he heard them say. He was scared. He didn't want to die just because some perv hadn't bought him! He wanted his freedom back! Stupid father...selling me to pay off debt! Why not sell your precious dogs!? He gripped the bars of his cage so tightly that his hands were white. He rubbed the tears from his red tattoos, and hardened his face. He would get sold. He needed too. He could escape and make some money somehow.
Kiba shook the fear from himself. Slaves as old as twenty-seven had been bought, so he had some hope! Besides, it was years away! He recently turned eighteen anyway. He curled up in his bed, and wrapped the blankets around himself. I hope I get a real bed in wherever I'm going... He sighed, and pushed back his self-pity. He would be strong. No tears, Kiba. You will get through this!
He rest his head down, and let memories of his old life fill his dreams.
"I do not!" Kankuro retorted. It was the twelfth time that Temari had accused Kankuro of over working, and demanded that he take a break.
"Yes, you do! A vacation will be a good thing! Or something to take your mind off work!" She sighed. Kankuro had saved Shikauku INC. from bankruptcy, lawsuits and bad investments. She and her younger brother, Gaara, the president of Shikauku INC., owed much to him. But they both agreed, Kankuro was over-working.
"Even Garra said it! He wants you to relax! It's a good thing!" She rolled her eyes and cooled her self with a large fan.
"I don't care! I don't need a rest! I will not!" He protested. But as he did, Gaara walked into the room.
Before their parents died, he had been a sociopath. He struck fear with one glance, and Temari and Kankuro swore he would kill them. He got into fights, and won. But never even got hurt. However, after the siblings parents were killed in a car accident, and the company was given to the three, Gaara showed a love of his family none had known existed. He took the burden of President, and gave his siblings high-up, high-paying jobs. But he was still scary.
"Yes you will." He said. He had dark black around his eyes, from years of not sleeping, and sneaking out to fight. Pale green met Kankuro and sibling rivalry broke out.
"No. May I remind you who save your sorry ass from gods-know how may tactical errors? Or that nice little lawsuit? What was it? Being sued for fifty million yen? I stopped that! I can't just relax!" Gaara almost smiled. Almost.
"Kankuro, you have indeed saved me from errors that would have cost us everything. But I have learned, you taught me." He sighed. "Kankuro, you're developing my eyes. Your getting the bags. You need to relax." Temari nodded.
"He's right! Your maid told me that she saw you crunching numbers in the middle of the night! You'll run yourself right into the ground!" Kankuro looked back and forth between his siblings.
"But–" He was cut off by Gaara.
"Argue again, and I'll fire you." His voice left no room for debate. Kankuro sighed.
"What do you suppose I do on my forced-vacation." He glared at them.
"Well..." Temari rummaged through her purse. "I was thinking that you need some...company. And we all know your sexually frustrated. Women are afraid of you. Admit it." She said it all with such a sweet smile, and handed an advertisement from a magazine to her brother.
Kankuro snatched the page from here, while giving a glare that could kill. He read the page and broke out in a deep red blush.
"T-temari! What on earth makes you think I'd be into this!?" He slammed the page accusingly on the desk behind him. The page was an ad for an elite slave-store. Human slaves were the newest play-things of the rich and famous. Kankuro thought it was awful to own somebody, and treat them as if they were property. Kankuro scoffed at the page. But Temari picked it up and pushed it into his chest.
"Fist of all, it's not a kink. You need company. And people are too scared of you to do it on their own." She quelled his argument with a glare. "Besides! It's not a pet! You don't need to feed it or walk it! They're people!" She smiled.
"Yeah! People! That's what irritates me! They're people not cars or dogs. You shouldn't be able to own one." He nervously looked at the page. He was uneasy with the idea. It felt wrong to have a person in your possession. It was slavery! He sighed, knowing that his siblings would never give up.
"Fine... I guess it's better... I'll treat them better than any 'pet store'..." He grumbled. Gaara nodded his approval and walked out of the room. Temari was beside herself with accomplishment.
"Great! I'll come down with you later this week and we– " Knakuro cut her off.
"No." Temari looked up, confused.
"What?"
"I want to go alone. Stay here...at the company. I trust you the most. Gaara has no impulse control when it comes to betting on fights..." He sheepishly looked out the window. Crappy excuse he thought. But Temari smiled all the same.
"See? You do have faith in others. Just don't buy the whole store out of pity! Okay? They are expensive!" Kankuro just smiled.
"Of course Temari." She walked away, leaving Kankuro with his thoughts, himself, and the ad.
"Kiba-kun!" The agitated woman called from the front room. He had been taking far too much time to just put on a simple Kimono. She sighed. He was feisty and refused to accept his fate as an object. Poor boy. She felt bad for him, and hoped he didn't get a master that would break him. It would be awful to see the fire gone from his eyes, and a shell of a human.
"Sorry Anko-sama!" He hurried out of the back room, the male Kimono clutched around him. His face was red with hot embarrassment. He was wearing a dress! A kimono...but it was like a dress!
Anko sighed. She would miss Kiba. He was the one person here not afraid of her, and enjoyed her company. Thank gods she owned the place! An employee getting too close to the merchandise would be fired!
She mentally cringed. No, no....he's not merchandise...he's a person. He's Kiba. She wanted to treat most slaves well, and refused to sell to bad owners. She had a knack for seeing the true nature of people, and if she couldn't see kindness in your heart, you would buy nothing.
Like that freak Ororchimaru. Ugg..The desire to beat and rape slid off him like skin off a snake.
"Anko...?" Kiba was hesitant.
"What is it, koinu?" She smiled. The teen always blushed at her nickname for him, 'Puppy'.
"Will...my owner...be nice?" His face was calm, but his hands were shaking. He hands always shook when he was nervous. She rubbed the back of his neck, that always calmed him down, and thought long and hard.
"He better be! If his heart isn't teeming with kindness and love, he won't even get to look at you!" She smirked "I might take you home myself!" Kiba's eyes widened with hope and longing. Anko was like the loving, compassionate parent he never had. He only had his father...
"B-but Ino-chan said you would euthanize me if I wasn't sold soon..." Anko could kill that bitch. How dare she scare her koinu!
"I would never!" She held him close. Giving this boy away was almost too much. "Kiba, I promise, before all gods, that I will find you a good home!" She hugged him again. He looked so young for someone eighteen.
"Will you visit?" The idea had never crossed her mind. But she hoped she could arrange something with his 'owner'.
"If I can, I will. If I'm not allowed, expect knocks on your window late at night." He smiled, and she could cry. I may never see this face again...
The day was rather slow, but Kiba refused to leave the waiting room. He was determined to leave the store. Anko sighed. I wish I could keep him...teach him, protect him... But the truth was, she couldn't. She had the money, but it wasn't right to take him home. She was never their and he couldn't be at the shop. He would grow sentimental. If he tried setting the others free...
Too much to worry about... she looked at the ceiling. Let there be a good owner out there!
At that moment, the door let its annoying electronic 'beep', and a man wearing all black walked into the store. He looked down at Anko with a barely suppressed blush on his face. "Erm...I'd like to um...purchase.." He was flustered, she didn't need to rad his soul for that. But nonetheless, she grabbed his wrist and looked intently at his face. He looked even more embarrassed.
He had a soft complexion, and kind eyes. She could tell now, just by his slight frown, and the way he narrowed his eyes; the thought of buying and selling people upset him. She smiled kindly.
"Purchase a pet, hm? Come with me." She led him though a hallway, and into a room that had a set of chairs, and a small stage. It was more of a raised platform, but the pets called it "Fate's Stage". She thought it was fitting, and had painted the words in blood-red Kanji above the door where pets emerged.
Anko smiled at the man. "Gotta name?" He blinked and, after some breaths, composed himself. He calmly said;
"Shikauku Kankuro" Anko nearly fell out of her chair.
'S-shikauku Knakuro!?" The Shikauku family owned Shikauku INC., A very large and powerful banking firm that owned so much it was insane. Everyone knew the three siblings, but not their faces. The biggest joke was when someone asked the weather, it was "Whatever Shikauku decieds" because of how much the company owned.
Kankuro seemed uninterested at Anko's reaction. It was normal. At least she didn't faint.
"Hai. Now could we please get on with...this" He gestured at the stage. She was annoyed at how stoic he suddenly was, but calmed when the same insecurity and kindness flowed into his eyes.
"Of course. Got any requests?" He looked confused. Anko rolled her eyes. "Tall, pale, tan, dark hair, light hair, male, female, fat, young?" She said mechanically. The list was said so often, she was sure she said it in her sleep.
"Um..young..thin...male...go from there." He still seemed out of place, and Anko was shocked that he had said 'male'. But still... Such few requests! How am I supposed to work with that!? She clapped her hands and the first pet stepped forward.
His black hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and he wore a bored expression on his face. He showed no fear, more like exasperation at the thought of being sold. Kankuro even thought he heard the boy say 'Troublesome'. Anko spoke from her seat next to him.
"Nara Shikamaru. He's eighteen, and well....frankly, lazy. He sleeps most days, and lays down looking at the clouds. Wicked smart though. He's a genius. Never lost a game of Go or Shogi yet." She smirked at Kankuro's shocked expression. She turned to the boy, and gave the command for him to take his robe off. Kankuro shifted uncomfortably, but didn't protest. Shikamaru was lean and had muscles running up and down his body. His body was hairless, besides the curls at his groin. However pleasing the boy was, Kankuro shook his head 'no', and Anko waved the boy off. Kankuro couldn't help but notice a relived expression and some tears before he left.
The next boy was terrifying. He had a murderous expression and blood-red eyes. His black hair was also pulled back, but hung down his shoulders. He had two long lines under his eyes, and a glare that made Kankuro shudder. Anko smiled at the boy, and was rewarded with a raise of his fingers. That's Itachi for yah...
"Uchiha Itachi. He was sold off after..." She trailed off. But Kankuro knew the story. Everyone died. Except Itachi. He was the last member of the ancient family, and his guardian, Pein, had sold him into slavery after taking his inheritance. Kankuro wasn't so sure how he felt about the idea of an angry, vengeful teen staying with him. His answer was, again, 'no'. And Itachi was impassive.
They went through three more pets. A pudgy one with swirls on his cheeks, a sneering one with cold eyes and long black hair, and a creepy kid with a high collar, sunglasses and, according to Anko, a strange obsession with bugs. He was tired, and it made him feel guilty to turn away so many people.
Kankuro was just about to get up and leave when Anko grabbed his arm. He looked at her.
"Listen, you're kind. I can see that in your eyes. I can tell." She winked. "So I'm going to show you one last boy, but if you take him home, you will submit to three conditions." He felt a maternal passion coming off of her.
"Agreed" He said. She made the kid sound interesting. Anko clapped her hands, and yelled to the attendant.
"Send out Kiba!" Kankuro liked the name. Kiba...short, feral. Sounds interesting.
The boy himself intrigued him more. He had tan skin the wasn't too dark, and wasn't too light. Rad triangle tattoo's were on either cheek, and he had messy brown hair. He had a fierce fire behind his eyes, and Kankuro suspected that his he said no to this one, there would be no sigh of relief, or a quick thanks to the gods. No, this...Kiba wanted out of the store. He wanted something.
Kankuro wanted him.
Well! How was that?! I thought it was really good! And...if you people READ AND REVIEW ill write more chapters! Thanks especially to because she helped me so much with the characters! I've never brought them out of their world!
Kiba: I miss my jutsu.
Too bad dog-boy! Soon you'll miss your virginity! (wink) See you soon readers!
Kiba: (Horrified Expression)