Hello readers! I am back with a sequel. Well, sort of sequel. Anyway, this takes place 15-16 years after the events in "Kiba's Alpha". It focuses on his daughter and future generation of Konoha. Yes, I realize this deviates quite a bit from my original fanfiction. Please read it anyway. I wanted it to fit in with the ending of the manga since I wrote my story before Naruto reached the end. Hope you enjoy! Remember to review! :) Much appreciated.
"Mika, it's time to get up," came the familiar voice from the hall. I rolled over, my long auburn hair entangling me as I tried to fall back asleep. "Wake up! Come on, you can't sleep all day just because it is your day off!"
"Ugh, MOM! Just leave me alone!" I yelled back, hurling a pillow at the sliding door.
"You have five minutes until I come in there and wake you up with a cup of cold water!" she yelled through the door and stomped off, muttering the whole time.
I sighed, sitting up in my bed and stretching. It was barely seven and I doubt dad had rolled out of bed yet either.
"Kiba! Get your lazy ass out of bed! Your daughter is up now so you better follow suit!"
"Mmmm…" was his response and I knew this wouldn't please mom.
"Wake up damn you! Are you too old to roll your creaking bones out of bed already?"
"Ugh! Woman, I swear to go the gods I'm going to come out there and-!"
"And what Kiba Inuzuka?! What are you going to do you lazy dog! It's already past breakfast and the good dogs are ready for their run!"
"Woman…" I heard him growl and then I heard a soft thump followed by a few giggles from mother, like she had no care in the world that a woman of her age was giggling. Father was chuckling and they were whispering when I smelled it. I sprung up, snapped open my door and glared out.
"Control yourselves you animals!" I said, my eyes wide in shock and annoyance. Mother was standing there against the wall, father's hands on either side of her shoulders as she blushed brightly. He was wearing just his boxer shorts and his scruffy, unkempt hair fell over his eyes. They were always this open about their love life and it didn't surprise me that they decided to flaunt it around me.
"Oh, loosen up Mika-hime," my father said, turning to me and grinning his trademark grin. "You're mother and I aren't old yet! Maybe we can give you a brother or sister still. Would you like to be Mika-Oneechan?"
"No, I wouldn't, now quit it, it is too early for all this," I said, snapping shut my door again, turning back to the privacy of my room.
It was a typical day so perhaps I could find something useful to occupy my time. After dressing myself in my typical black pants, mesh shirt, red jacket, and messy pony tail, I made my way to the dining room. Mom was serving dad his usual triple portion of pork and fish when I sat down.
"Plans for today Mika?" She asked, putting some meat on my plate.
"Not really, just a run with Akane and then I'll probably run some errands in town."
"That's my girl," my father said. "Spend your days with friends! Take it from your old man. What about ChouChou? Is she busy today?"
"Probably not…" I said, eating my first portion of meat, wiping my mouth quickly. I hated prolonging meals with my parents. It always descended into talk about my future and today I'd rather not think about anything. I quickly drank my juice, milk, and ate two pieces of toast before standing up to grab my gear from the closet.
"Why such a hurry?" my mother asked.
"Leave her alone Yuka," dad urged. "She's obviously got secret plans. Maybe she's got a super awesome technique she's working on!"
"Kiba, you idiot. A girl her age only has two secret plans. Avoiding her parents and dating boys!"
"What?!" he asked, springing up from his chair looking me over. "Who is it? Who's the unlucky jerk that wants to take out my precious princess?!"
"Dad, no one wants to take out your princess," I sighed, opening the closet and grabbing my pack, flak jacket, and shoes. "I don't have time for boys."
"That's my girl! See Yuka! Working on a special jutsu to blow our minds away on the next mission. You just watch, our girl is the prodigy."
"Dad, seriously," I said, shaking my head and slipping on my shoes. "You're way too enthusiastic. Go for a run this morning. You're not thinking clearly."
I slipped out the door now, jogging down the path from the kitchen door to the kennels. Before I approached the barn I heard a soft thumping followed by a winding blow to my chest. There, above me shaking and licking my face, was my ninja hound Akane. She was excited to see me, her fur all white with dark red, almost brown patches.
"Good morning girl," I said, stretching as she moved from on top of me. "Ready to run?"
She wagged her tail, turning in a circle before barking. She wasn't small anymore, not a puppy. She was almost twice the size of my father's dog, and her father, Akamaru. She watched me eagerly as I strapped my pack onto my back. She loved to run, loved to get lost with me in the woods. It was an Inuzuka trait to bond with your hound but Akane and I went deeper.
She was like the sibling I never had, her trust eternal. She was born in Akamaru's third litter, when I was nine, and had gown like a tree since. Father always thought it was destiny that I, the only daughter of the Alpha's of the Inuzuka clan, inherit the most powerful ninja hound. He was overjoyed when Akane had chosen me, and I her. Mother had often said the look of pure joy and pride that came over his face that day was heartwarming.
"Come on girl, let's go…"
"Mika! Mika where are you?!"
"Mika! Princess! I know you are near! It is daddy! Where are you sweetie?"
"I think I see her, Kiba-kun!" Hinata's voice echoed. "She's over here! Fifty yards on your eleven o'clock!"
"Mika!" came my mother's voice and I shuddered, clutching my knees tightly.
"M-mommy," I muttered, my small hands shaking. I had gotten lost following the trails in the woods. I had lost track of where I was heading and found myself lost in this scary woods at sunset. The sun had went down when felt like hours ago and I could only see so far in front of me. My nose, which was nowhere near developed enough to smell things like daddy, didn't pick up the scent of home. It had been quite a long time since I could smell home, smell the kennels, and smell mommy and daddy.
"Mika! I'm coming baby!" I heard my father holler, his scent becoming closer. I was hurt, my ankle swollen and sore. If I hadn't twisted my ankle trying to climb this damn tree I could have smelled my way home. I could have avoided this entire search, avoid daddy's anger.
Suddenly something rustled in the bushes, a scent I'd been whiffing on and off for an hour or so. It had approached when all the other scents were descending upon me. I squeaked and then screamed as the angry looking snake came slithering from the bushes. I gasped as it lunged and was about to scream out again when I heard it. A growl followed by skittering and shuffling until I felt soft fur on my face. Akamaru!
I hugged him tightly, my eyes springing tears and wetting his shaggy coat. It was moments later that I felt a set of strong arms embrace me, lifting me off the cold ground and into a warm, and inviting, scent. "D-daddy…" I said, my arms going around his neck tightly. "Oh daddy! I'm so sorry I got lost. I was so scared and my nose wasn't working like you showed me and-."
"Oh Mika," he whispered. "I don't care my princess. I was so worried and we thought something happened to you. Your mother almost went mad. I… I've never been so scared." I felt it then, warm wet tears from his eyes soaking my hair.
"Daddy," I whispered, clutching him tight. "I am so sorry. I missed you so much."
"Shh…" he said, stroking my back and clutching me closer. He stood now, turning to face the group approaching. There were so many! Lady Hinata, Lord Naruto, Uncle Shino, Uncle Choji, Uncle Shika, and Aunt Temari were all there. Then, pushing through the crowd, nearly tipping uncle Choji over, was mommy. She saw me and immediately ran to us, embracing us in her arms tightly.
"Oh Mika! Kiba!" she cried, kissing my face and clutching us closer. "I was so worried. My baby! Are you okay?"
"Mommy," I said between chattering teeth, tears slipping down my face. "Mommy! I was so scared and I tried climbing the tree to smell and twisted my ankle and then Akamaru rescued me from a snake!"
"Oh my baby!" she said, glancing down at my ankles. She gently took the swollen one in her hands and gasped. "It is sprained. I'll try and help you sweetie. Hold still…" She placed her hand over my ankle, the chakra glowing green as she made the throbbing and dull pain fade. "Is that better?"
I nodded, clutching daddy's neck tighter as everyone approached. "You scared us Mika-chan," came the soft voice of Lady Hinata. "I'm so glad we found you."
"That's right. Poor ChouChou was so worried she wanted to come out here looking with us," Uncle Choji said, smiling over at me. "But I see she is mostly unhurt! I think this calls for a celebration. What do you say Mika?" My eyes went wide and I just looked at him with curiosity. "How does some barbeque sound?"
"Choji!" Shikamaru said, shaking his head. "Nothing ever changes with you, does it?"
"Hey, I was just saying… little Mika is probably starving."
"Plus it is her birthday!" Naruto said, a cheesy grin on his face. "It'd be a shame to waste all that cake."
"Or the presents," Uncle Shino chimed.
"Don't rush her guys," Temari said, smiling down at me. "She's had a long day. She might just be tired."
I blushed as my stomach chose to make a loud rumbling sound. Everyone just grinned and then started laughing, eventually turning the party back toward the Inuzuka compound. It was that night, on my sixth birthday, that I really understood how important I was to my mother and father, to everyone. We were one big family and it was among all these friends that father and mother trusted their will for me.
My errands in town were complete within a half hour, the sun slowly rising into noon as I wandered the streets of Konoha. It was a warm spring day, perfect for training. I should probably work on my fang over fang, or my man beast clone… it was essential to keep our teamwork flawless. I glanced down at Akane, her tail wagging as she strode along with me down the streets. People were talking, shopping, and going about their business, none of them turning to notice me. I was another face in the crowd and today I didn't mind it.
It had been a couple months since mom and dad had spoken about it but I knew it was only a matter of time before they brought it up again. Father was excited to announce me to the world, to the village, as his successor. He'd been dreaming of the day since I was born and it was this year, on my sixteenth birthday, that it was official. But unlike most clans, which through grand presentation parties and presented suitors, we Inuzuka were more primal. We bound ourselves, much like my father did, with a ceremony to our clan and our village. It was the understanding that one day I would be the Alpha that scared me. That meant I was meant to find an alpha of my own.
I sighed, turning toward the left, up a side alley and into the main road. The gate wasn't far away now and I decided to stroll up the main road toward the market. I was sure I'd see some friends there, considering I could already smell most of them. It only took a few minutes for my nose to lead me to them. There they were, all hanging out right outside Ichiraku.
"Shut up Inojin! I am do not have insecurities!" Bolt yelled, glaring over at the pale haired, pale faced boy.
"Seriously Bolt," Mirai said, her long brown hair and dark red eyes glancing him over. "You don't have to show off for Sarada."
"Mirai!" Sarada warned, her eyes narrowing. "Shut up. You're disgusting."
"Hey! What is so disgusting?" Bolt asked, glaring at her.
"Yeah, Sarada… I thought you liked Bolt," Himawari asked, her eyes going wide. She had those same pale eyes and dark hair as her mother.
"Break it up you love birds," ChouChou said. "You'll gross Shikadai out with all this talk."
"You're telling me," came his voice, leaning against the wall. "You guys arguing makes me tired."
"Everything makes you tired, Shikadai. If you put any effort forward you'd surely pass out," I growled, passing him and linking arms with ChouChou. "Lunch? I'm starving and it is discount Tuesday at barbeque."
"Oh girl, you read my mind," ChouChou said. "We need to do some shopping afterward. New outfits, a shinobi club is opening this Friday and I got tickets for all of us."
"Okay, who else is in for barbeque?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder at everyone before extending my arm and linking it with Himawari's. "Come on ladies," I nodded to Mirai. "Let's leave the boys to their arguments."
"Where is Guy?" Himawari asked, glancing around. "We can all go have lunch but I feel bad leaving Guy out."
"He's training with his dad all morning," Bolt shrugged. "And barbeque sounds great! Let's get a big buffet!"
"I swear Bolt," Shikadai sighed, running his hand over his spiky hair. "You can eat more than ChouChou."
"He wishes," ChouChou giggled, tugging me along. I grinned at Shikadai before moving with her down the road toward the barbeque. The group of us were all classmates, all on respected teams. The Ino-Shika-Cho combination was cemented before birth for Inojin, Shikadai, and ChouChou. It was our group, of Himawari and Guy that really needed improving. Guy, like his father was a bit shoty at ninjutsu. The improvement was that his mother, none other than TenTen, could use ninjutsu. She taught Guy a lot of her techniques but he really looked up to his father.
All his moves and even his outfit was just like his fathers. It was quite comical but at the same time I understood. We all did, at least in our three man group, the second generation of Team Kurenai. She had agreed, after Mirai had grown, to senpai another group and we were lucky enough to be picked. But all three of us all had an ultimate goal, a pact among us that we still pursued. We all desired to satisfy, and surpass, our fathers. It was this goal that drove us through our chunnin exams, both attempts. It was only the last time around that we made any ground and qualified for the semifinals.
Today was a good day, the group of us spending time together at lunch and eating our fill before catching up with Guy at the bath house. We all needed a relaxing day after the series of missions we'd been continuously been on for the past month. The final member of our group, Bolt, became a chunin this past testing period, a few months ago, and it was finally time to sit back and celebrate.
"So, Sarada, tell us, have you made a move on Bolt yet?" ChouChou asked, relaxing in the warm bath water.
"Why would I do that?" she asked, her cold glare meeting ChouChou.
"Quit acting tough," Himawari said. "We all know you like my brother so what are you going to do about it?
"Wow," I said, glancing over at the usually timid and dark haired girl.
"What?" I'm sorry but she's been really cold toward us all lately and I want to know why she isn't interested in my brother all of a sudden."
"True, what's wrong?" Mirai asked, looking her over as she sank deeper into the warm water.
"You can tell us anything Sarada," ChouChou said. "We are all girls and we are all friends. What is said in the bath stays in the bath."
"You guys are always so nosey about me," Sarada said, stretching her arms and sinking further into the bath. "Why?"
"We're friends. Get used to it," I said, splashing at her. She glared at me for a second and then sighed.
"Fine," she said. "Dad is insistent that I focus on my missions for now and avoid Bolt."
"Really? Why does Uncle Sasuke say that?" Himawari asked, her eyes going wide in shock.
"He's overly concerned with the Uchiha legacy," she shrugged. "I don't blame him. I'm the only child of the Uchiha and it is my job to further our family line."
"But when you marry you won't be an Uchiha," ChouChou pointed. "So what does it matter?"
"Oh it does, believe me," she said, adjusting her glasses. "My father has insisted that for my sixteenth birthday I be presented to possible suitors. Mother is a little worried about it but she isn't from a clan like the Uchiha. She doesn't understand the responsibility."
"What will you do?" Mirai asked. "You love Bolt…"
"No I don't," she said, shaking her head. "I thought I did but it honestly doesn't look like it is going anywhere. Besides, father would never approve of him and I doubt he'd take the Uchiha name like father would want."
"Indeed," Himawari said. "He's proud to be an Uzumaki."
"So that is that," Sarada said, splashing the water. "I'm distancing myself from him and that is all I can do to keep from going insane."
"You seem to be under a lot of pressure," I said. "Join the club. My sixteenth birthday is this year too. Dad has been dreaming of this day since I was born."
"I don't see why," Sarada said. "The Inuzuka aren't exactly the most powerful clan in the village."
"Sarada!" ChouChou said, her eyes narrowing. "None of that. Just because none of us are part of the great Uchiha clan doesn't mean our blood is any less noble."
"Let her talk," I said, shrugging. "She hasn't even activated her Mangekyo."
"Mika…" Mirai warned.
"Sorry, but she's been taking cheap shots at me her whole life. It isn't my fault she sees me as a rival."
"Nothing of the sort," Sarada said, standing and adjusting her glasses again. "I just don't see how your problems are anything like mine."
I just rolled my eyes, watching her grab her towel and head to the changing room. "Mika, you shouldn't be so mean to her."
"Come on Himawari," I sighed. "She deserves it. She sits on that high horse of hers when in reality she has problems, and faults, just like all of us."
"She's just under a lot of pressure," Mirai said. "It is true. None of us have any idea what she is going through."
"Sure, sure," I said, waving my hand and standing up. "Today was fun guys. I'm going to head home. My parents are probably wondering where I am. I've been gone since this morning."
"Tell Aunt Yuka that I miss her fish cakes," ChouChou said. "Mom is a great cook but your mom makes my favorite foods."
"She appreciates your praise," I said, grinning down at ChouChou as I stepped from the bath. "Don't forget, Himawari, our mission tomorrow is a difficult one. Get some good sleep, okay?"
"Okay, will do!" she said with a smile and a thumbs up.
"Good night Mika," Himawari replied. "You get some sleep too!"
I waved at them all before entering the dressing room. Sarada was gone and I quickly dressed into my uniform, slinging my flak jacket over my shoulder before leaving the room. I made my way past the bath rooms and into the court yard. It was later than I thought, almost five, as I stared up at the stone mountain faces. There they were, the seven Kage whose faces watched over our village. It was my dream, and my father's, to see my face up on that mountain one day.
I watched it for a second, the cool breeze brushing my skin and making me sigh. It was then that I heard it, a shuffling but it was too late. I was caught. I felt myself moving, against my will, toward the wall shrouded by fence. When I was leaning against it I saw him, a grin on his face as he watched me.
"Someone isn't on their A-game today," he drawled. "Distracted?"
"I knew you were there," I said. "You must be distracted if you didn't notice that Shikadai."
"Oh really?" He asked, approaching me. He smirked down at me as he approached, placing one hand to the left of my head, the other on my hip. My body matched his, bringing us closer as I grabbed him by the hip.
"Do we have to do this in public?" I asked, my eyes darting around.
"Ashamed?"
"No, just unsure if I want rumors to be spread about us."
"Let them talk," he mumbled, leaning in closer, his face inches from mine. "I haven't seen you in almost a week. Do you know what that does to a guy who has more than enough time to think about every worst case scenario?"
"So, you've finally gone insane then?" I teased, a grin spreading across my face.
"Don't tease Mika," he said, releasing the jutsu and wrapping me in his arms. "I missed you and I'm not ashamed to admit it."
"And I'm not ashamed to admit that I missed you," I whispered, snuggling my nose into his neck. "You smell so good."
"I've been working closely with a lot of herbs and medicines," he admitted, kissing my hair. "Where can we go?"
"Shika," I murmured. "I want to go somewhere with you so badly but I can't risk my father finding out."
"Why does it matter? You're sixteen soon and I'm already sixteen. We know what we want so why do they matter?"
"You know why, you aren't stupid," I said, clutching him tighter. "Soon, very soon… but right now we have to resist."
"I have infinite patience," he said, running his hands over my hips. "And I have infinite strategies to make this work. Just say the work Mika…"
"I know you do, and when I do say the word I'll go with you and believe solely in your strategies. Until then, let's keep our distance."
"Only if you do one thing for me," he said, leaning in, pressing me against the wall. I looked at him expectantly, my eyes searching his dark green ones. "Kiss me."
My eyes went wide and then I grinned, the red blush creeping over my face. "Shika…" I breathed, my eyes looking at the ground.
"Better hurry, I hear them coming," he nodded over his shoulder at the bath house.
"We have time," I whispered, sniffing the air before trapping him in a passionate kiss. His tongue danced over my lips and my hands grabbed his pony tail. I wanted to bite his lip, to stay attached to him for hours at a time. It felt so good to share his warmth, to feel his emotions on my lips. It took longer than I expected to break the kiss and when I did I could hear ChouChou's voice. I quickly squeezed his hand, kissed his lips one more time, before disappearing around the corner and up the street.
I had to get home and pray that father didn't smell him on me.
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