Yay! CH 2! Oh what the future holds... (twisted smirk) Poor kiba.
Kiba: T^T pity me
I do not own Naruto otherwise it would be banned from child's eyes.
R&R! Or I shall kill you! (Note: 26,000,000¥[yen] is roughly 290,000$
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.
Kankuro watched as Anko reluctantly made the signal to disrobe. He could tell she loved Kiba as a son, and selling him would be misery for her. But Kiba's body pushed his guilt aside.
He was lean, with muscles on his arms and legs, his stomach had abs, but he was by no means buff. Kankuro could take him easy. And I plan to...
The boy in front of him refused to give any emotions that would make his seem weak, but Kankuro could see a blush that made his tattoo's difficult to see. So innocent. I'll protect him...
Anko looked expectantly at him. He noticed that she had refused to look as Kiba had stripped. The dog-like pet now had his Kimono back on, and was waiting hesitantly. Kankuro looked at Anko with a grin on his face.
"What are your conditions?" He said, remembering all too well. Anko took a deep breath.
"One; you treat him well. Better than well! You treat him like you would something precious and fragile. Something you love." Her eyes narrowed. He looked at Kiba again.
"How could I not?" Relief washed over Anko like a bucket of water. She could tell he meant every word. Just from his eyes.
"Two!" She said "He must be allowed outside! If not in a city, or off your property, at least let him run around and have fun! He's a kid! Give him a long leash, don't hide him away." She begged the last line.
"Of course. Number three?" Anko was liking the Shikauku brother more and more.
"Yeah, Three; I..." She paused and looked at her koinu. Her Kiba! She steadied her breath and looked right into Kankuro's eyes. Her own were pleading kindness. "I want to be able to visit." Kankuro looked shocked. "Not every day! Once, twice a week? Maybe every two weeks? I just...I cant bear to never see him again...it would kill me.."
Kankuro smiled full of compassion,and spoke.
"Yeah. I think that can be arranged." Anko smiled, her heart lept with joy. And she motioned for Kiba to meet his new owner.
Kiba's first impression of Kankuro was that he was tall. Not giant, but he stood a couple of inches over Kiba. He also had dark brown hair, a few tones lighter than his own, and his dark eyes sacred Kiba. But he wouldn't show it. I must be strong, so I can get away and have an actual life!
Kiba looked at Anko, and could tell that she trusted him. He wanted to believe that he could trust the man too, but Kiba had learned better than to just give your trust away. Kankuro leaned in close to his new pet and tried to give him a smile. He looked akward.
"Hello Kiba. My name is Kankuro. You'll be coming home with me today." He was trying to be nice, but instantly realized that he sounded as if he was talking to a child.
"I'm not four! I know that you bought me." He let a small scowl show, but Kankuro smirked at him and ruffled his hair.
"Sorry. I'm new at this! Gimme a break!" He laughed. Kiba was confused. He's nice...
Anko cleared her throat and looked at the Shikauku sibling.
"About the ownership transfer, and of course, payment." She smiled at Kiba. "Don't worry, koinu, I've found you a good home." He shifted on his feet and smiled nervously back. Kiba was scared, But his trust was in Anko. "Kiba, if you could put on real clothes and wait in the hall?" Kiba went to leave, but the shopkeeper grabbed his arm.
"Hu?" He looked at her, and was surprised to see a blush on her face. She never blushed. Anko pulled something from a desk in the room, and looked apologetically at Kiba. Kankuro slid his debit card through a slot, and signed off on some papers. Anko attached the thing to the computer, input some data, and motioned for Kiba to come closer.
It was a collar. A thick black band with a small metal box that seemed to act as both buckle and some sort of GPS. Kiba felt heat rush to his face as Anko slipped it around his neck. She closed the box, typed something into the computer, and the collar locked with a loud beep.
"Sorry Kiba, but it shows that..." she couldn't complete the statement, but Kiba could.
"That I'm owned..." Kankuro looked at the poor boy. Anko motioned for Kiba to wait in the hall, and for Kankuro to come close.
Anko pulled out a small black file-folder from the desk's drawers. It was labeled 'Inuzuka Kiba' and held his personal files.
"Kiba was sold to us at the age of 15 for a sum of 26,000,000 yen, to pay off a family debt." She sighed. He had been sobbing when they bought him, begging the woman who had dragged him in 'why? Why?' over and over again. Kankuro noticed her hesitation.
"Who sold him?" Anko hesitated again, and looked at the papers, avoiding Kankuro's gaze.
"His father..." Kankuro was taken aback.
"What!? His father!?" He couldn't understand that. "Why? It doesn't make any sense!" He looked at the direction of the hall, as if he could hear Kiba listening in. Anko smiled at his reaction. He cares
"Here is his personal file." She handed him the folder. "His likes, dislikes, medical history and facts." Kankuro looked puzzled at the last word.
"Facts?" Anko smiled.
"It was originally called 'kinks' but it was too informal. It's certain interesting things that are too...provocative to be put under 'likes and dislikes'" She winked. Kankuro blushed.
"L-like what?" He stammered out.
"Well...for instance, if your pet enjoys being tied up, it'll be under 'Facts'." Kankuro turned red as paint, but thanked her and walked over to Kiba.
When Kankuro Kiba, his heart jumped, and blood rushed to his face and...lower regions. Kiba was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that hung low on his hips, showing off red boxers, and a white shirt that looked too small. It slid up too far, and revealed his stomach. He kept looking down at himself and scowling, as if the outfit offended him. When he saw Kankuro staring, he blushed and sighed.
"I don't own clothes. I took these from storage. I'm not going outside in that Kimono!" He glared at Kankuro and moved so his shirt showed off more of his stomach. Kankuro smiled and ruffled his pet's hair again.
"We'll go shopping as soon as you're situated at my house." Kiba looked shocked.
"You'd buy me clothes?" It was rare for owners to give their pets luxury. Kankuro looked even more confused than Kiba.
"Of course! I want you to be comfortable! I'll also have to buy you new sheets...and you have to tell me what foods you like so I can get them!" He felt satisfied, but Kiba seemed like his jaw would hit the ground.
"You want me to tell you what to buy!? For me!? You care what I want?!" Kankuro smirked.
"Guess I'm newer to this than I thought."
Whoo-hoo! CH 2 done! Isn't Kiba adorable!
Kiba: I've become a f***ing bitch!
(smirk) well...if you're a dog...and you're on bottom....
Kiba: SHUT UP!!!!
Ha ha! R&R so I'll write Ch 3 extra fast! I have school off so....WRITITNG!!!!
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Kiba: Masashi! Help me!
