This is my very first Naruto fanfic. I hope you enjoy it.
The location of where this story takes place is entirely up to you.
Warning: If you're not into incest or lemons, I suggest you escape while you have the chance. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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Reaching Out
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Chapter 1
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"Kiba, I'll see you on Friday?"
"Yeah. See you Friday!" I waved my friend Shino yelled to him across the field. He can be quite strange though, but he was alright.
Once waving him off, I gathered my belongings into my gym bag and made my way out the back door.
I was playing football (soccer) for a middle of the road university located just a few hours away from my hometown. I love that sport. I've been playing it all my life, it was only natural that I would pursue a scholarship through football. My coach and the rest of the guys said that I was the best player in the team for my speed and passing abilities, to the point one of my other friends, Naruto, suggested that I'd be handed the number 10 for my jersey. I wasn't expecting something like that. And even though I did receive a scholarship, it was pretty modest to be honest.
Playing football with my friends across the street when I was younger were some of the best memories I ever had and as I grew older, it only made sense to try to make something out of it. Although I was successful in this regard, football had long become something of a monotonous chore. Being close to 5'7", I had my advantages and it was easier to stand out, at least among the lower divisions. Now, however, I was simply going through the drill in order to maintain my scholarship. Football, to me, was now only being a means to an end: a computer science degree. For now, at least, I thought.
It was a Thursday evening. Close to eight in the evening and I wanted nothing more than to go to my dorm room and play some video games with my roommate and probably get hammered since it was finals week. Luckily my finals were arranged so that I had none on Friday. As far as I was concerned, the semester was over.
After waiting for the elevator to finally reach the floor of my humble dorm room after my already exhausting two and a half hours of intense football practice, I limped into the room. I darted across the room to my bed in the far corner of the room and sat down, sighing after the long day.
"Hey! How was your football practise today?" My roommate, Hinata's turned her head to face me. She was propped up on the front of her bed staring with concern at my exhausted body. Our room wasn't too large and didn't allow for a great deal of privacy. Two beds and two desks, a dining room, and a small bathroom were all the rooms allotted, not counting the closets.
"Same old, same old," I simply replied, not wanting to go into further detail, "And thankfully I don't have any finals tomorrow."
"Same here, d'you wanna drink?" She asked me casually.
"Sure," I simply stated, slowly rising to find the TV remote and watch something that wasn't sports related. I then noticed textbooks on her dormitory bed, "You got a chemistry exam?"
She came back with a glass of cold water and handed it me, "In two days. I just need to be prepared for it. You?"
"Literally nothing at all. My semester is basically done," I didn't brag, just stated.
"Good for you!" she's always friendly. I'm glad she's one of my friends who wasn't a guy, "Hey, there's a party this coming Saturday. You going?"
"Nah, I'm thinking of just sleeping in. Maybe I could visit my dog at some point."
"Oh yeah, how is Akamaru?"
"He's great," I said before drinking my water, "I think he grew twice the size if I can remember."
We rambled on and on about our personal lives up until the late night. This never happened before. I think this was longest conversation I had with her. Actually, the longest conversation I had with a girl in my life. Before I could say more, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I pulled out my phone, noticing the time reading 12:48 AM. Apologizing to Hinata, I stepped into the hallway.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Kiba? This is mom," I heard the rough yet somehow gentle female voice of my mother from the other line, "Listen, I don't want to scare you, but your sister tried to overdose on pain medication earlier this evening."
My sister, Hana, was five years older than me. As her annoying little brother, as she put it, we would have constant arguments with each other over pointless bullshit. But besides that, she was kind and loving; she just never shows. To my benefit, she was shorter than me, about 5'5"-ish. I was just a tad bit taller, I still would tease her about it.
"Kiba, are you still there?" My mother asked quietly.
"Is she okay?" I asked, fear suddenly rising to my chest and throat. I felt knots in my throat and it came through in my voice.
Somehow sensing my concern, she explained to me that she would be fine. By chance, my mother was digging around for laundry and found her before any serious damage could be done. She found her laying on her stomach next to a pool of vomit. Luckily, she vomited the majority of the pills. My mom woke her up and took her to the hospital. She was very groggy and unresponsive but she did manage to walk, thanks to mom. The ER doctor explained that she had already emptied her stomach so there wasn't any more that could be done and my mom and sister returned home with instructions for Hana to drink plenty of water and get lots of sleep. They had taken blood tests and made an appointment for a short follow-up the next day.
Not wanting to hear anymore, I tried to quickly end the conversation.
"Okay, mom. I'm driving in tomorrow, I'll see you two then, okay?"
"Sure thing, I love you son. Stay safe."
It was just us three; my mom, sister and I. Dad died in a car accident when I still inside mom's womb. They would always tell me that he was a kind hearted man and that I would've loved him. I believe every word and still do.
"What happened?" Hinata asked. She sounded very concerned.
"It's my sister, Hana," I begin slowly, "She uh… tried to overdose with pain medication."
The brunette gasped, "Is she okay?"
"Yeah. She's fine now. Back home and resting." I look down at the ground, "Anyways, I gotta rest. I have to go and visit. Probably stay there for a few nights or so."
"Alright, you go sleep." She said with a sense of motivation in her voice. It's as if she was like my mother… nevermind. That's kinda weird.
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I woke up at 6:30 in the morning to the sound of my alarm clock blaring. Frustrated at my stupidity for forgetting to turn it off, I got up and quickly showered. I'd never been able to quickly fall asleep after waking up, even when I was hungover.
Quickly showering and brushing my teeth, I began to pack my belongings. I would make routine trips back home at least every week, usually leaving on a Friday night or an early Saturday morning. I'd always say I did it only for the free food and that my mom could do my laundry, but that wasn't true. I was simply homesick and had a longing to be home with family again.
I dumped my laundry bag and laptop bag in the back seat and prepared for the long drive home, not without saying goodbye to Hinata of course. Usually this was my favorite part of the week: listening to some tunes and hitting the open road, mentally preparing myself for the warm reception I received every week. The usual smile I couldn't get rid of was now instead replaced by a tired frown. And I hated it.
Driving well over the speed limit, I managed to get home in about an hour and a half. I opened the front door slowly and found that the house was very quiet, except for the silent whimpers of Akamaru who had missed me even after a week at the very least. I leaned an ear against my mom's bedroom door and heard her familiar snores. Even after the long drive, it still wasn't even nine in the morning. It was unusual for me to arrive this early in the morning, I thought to myself.
After tossing my laundry bag in the laundry room, I made my way upstairs and set up my laptop on my desk. I connected my external monitor as well as my external mouse and keyboard and distracted myself with some FIFA.
It wasn't until around eleven in the morning that I finally heard movement in the house. I paused my game and went downstairs. I saw my mom reclining in her chair, sipping her large container of coffee.
"Good morning," I greeted her as I made my way down the steps.
She smiled and stood up to give me a hug, "I saw your car outside but I thought something happened to you?"
I chuckled, "Don't worry about me. I'm 20 and fully capable of taking care of myself."
Mom looked at me proudly, "I taught you well. Anyways, how was your week?"
"Same old, same old," I answered the same with Hinata before going into the kitchen and preparing a bowl of cereal.
I moved into the living room with my food and sat on the couch, eating my cereal and watching TV with my mom. Eventually, however, curiosity got the best of me.
"Mom, what's going on with Hana?" I asked her, sternly.
She glanced at me, nervous. She was never like this before. Clearly I breached a sensitive subject and she looked down at her lap with a look of sadness and failure.
"She's fine," my mom said as she turned off the TV, "But she's been depressed lately. You know she took a year off after graduating but she's having a hard time coming to terms with 'returning to the real world'. You and your sister are still so young. I know you're busy, but would you mind talking with her? Try to lift her spirits? I'm at odds with myself for not noticing and she doesn't respond to me. But maybe she will respond to you. Please, Kiba, just talk with her."
I was shocked that she felt the need to beg me for something that was so simple. Of course I would talk with her!
"You don't have to beg me, mom!"
Surprised by my sudden outburst, I marched into the kitchen and put my bowl and spoon into the sink with a loud 'clank' and started upstairs. I felt like I came off as uninterested and frustrated at being tasked with talking with my sister, but in reality I was angry because she assumed I wouldn't try to help without her urging.
I didn't say anything, however, as I've never fond with confrontation, something I surprisingly had in common with Hana.
I knocked loudly on Hana's door, five quick knocks followed by two slow ones.
"Come in!" I heard her shout. It was faint, but I could just make out her soft voice over the sound of her TV.
I closed the door and found Hana laying on her bed, her long brown hair in a ponytail behind her. She had on flannel pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt. One of my old t-shirts, I recognized. Next to me on my right was a 16 inch flatscreen, with the movie A Nightmare on Elm Street playing.
She sat up on her bed and smiled once she saw me. She had a beautiful smile. Wait… what?
"Hey, Kiba," she greeted.
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That's it for now.
Once again, I hope you enjoyed. Also, please let me know what you all thought!
Have a great day/night.
