An Uphill Battle for Two
Chapter Two: Making Acquaintances
A quick note, again: I'm just copying this part from other fanfics, since I guess it's necessary, "I don't own Naruto, etc." I guess this is the AKA "don't sue me" of a fanfic.
Now, onto what's more interesting.
As the two were right outside the house, Temari entered first. They were going to have Temari distract Gaara out of the house with a wild goose chase while Kankuro would tie up the still knocked-out ninja.
"Gaara, come quick! I think I saw something suspicious that would put the village's security in jeopardy!"
"What?!?" Gaara started to run past her.
Like a charm, Kankuro thought, taking his cue to bring Kiba in. He got to his room, quickly tying his hostage's arms together, and then his legs, being careful not to injure his crush's body in any way.
Kiba let out a little whimper, startling the puppet master. His eyes began to open as the gas wore off. Kiba slowly understood what was going on. "Why the fuck are you doing this?!?" He startled Kankuro even more with his very loud, obscene outburst.
"Shh!" Kankuro wanted to keep Kiba as quiet as possible in case Gaara returned. "Please, I don't want to hurt you at all."
"Too late," Kiba said, and pouted.
"I'm sorry." Kankuro kicked at the floor, looking down. "But, the quieter you are, the fewer problems you'll have."
"Why did you do this anyways?"
"Because my sister really likes you, and I owed her a favor an-"
"Yuck!" Kiba yelled and shuddered, causing his captor to shush him again. "I would never! I would rather date even you than her!" He laughed.
Kankuro blushed slightly and laughed politely. Even me? Even me??! What does that mean? Do I stand a chance? Kankuro felt a tear fighting its way to the front of his eye, but he blinked it back. "Anyways, can I get you some food?"
"Can I trust you? You did save me and all, but then again, here I am, captured by you."
"Kiba, you can trust me more than your own family!" Kankuro smiled a smile that caused Kiba to involuntarily smile back.
What was that! Kiba didn't know what made himself so happy. He was tied up, being offered food from someone he never thought would do this, and on top of that, he missed his dog. Yet, somehow, he smiled. "Where's Akamaru?"
"Um, U, I'll tell you what; how about I bring him to your family's house later?"
"No!" Kiba shook his head very quickly. "Bring him here."
"Why? You two would just find some way to break out."
"Well, um," Kiba tried to think of a reason that didn't involve escape. "My family would definitely worry if Akamaru came home without me, and I can't stand the idea of us being separated.
"Fine, I'll try to get him here, but I'll have to muzzle him, or Gaara would hear him. And I don't want to explain to your village that you were killed by our kazekage. I wouldn't be able to live much longer if he killed you."
"Why, because of shame?"
"No, because I-" Kankuro had to catch himself before he admitted it. The last thing he wanted was to scare his crush into hating and fearing him. "Because I would hate to see your family upset."
"Oh. So, would you please get him?"
"Once my sister is here, yes, I'll go and get him. Are you hungry?"
"Sure, I guess I'll have some food."
Kankuro got up and went to get some food. Meanwhile, Kiba struggled against his ropes until he realized he was never going to break free.
What does he want from me? Why did I feel the need to smile back? Why me Kiba's head was spinning. He tried to distract himself by looking around the room. He saw a bed that was too big for one person. He tried to turn a little, to see more of his environment. He could hardly move or turn at all. All he saw was the bed, and a few puppets. Creepy, it's like they're staring at me. Since he had no other choice, he just laid there, pouting.
"What's the matter?" Kankuro came back with a small tray, approaching Kiba's side.
"What the hell do you think is the matter?" Kiba yelled again, and Kankuro had to shush him yet again.
"Please don't make me have to muzzle you too! I want you to be able to talk to me." He set the tray down in front of his angered hostage. It was full of various vegetables, most of which Kiba had never seen before, causing him to raise an eyebrow. There were also two cups of tea.
"A meal for two, eh?" Kiba chuckled to himself; he usually ate with at least three other people, and sometimes alone, but never with just one other person.
Kankuro smiled politely, not quite sure as to why his involuntary guest was laughing at the food. "I guess I get the honors of feeding you, right?" He smiled a hearty smile that caused another smile from Kiba.
"Alright, what's the game? Why are you doing this?" Kiba's eyes narrowed, looking right into the master of puppets' eyes.
"I already told you because of my-"
"That's bullshit!" Kiba looked more angered than Kankuro had ever seen him. "Why are you doing this?"
"I guess I can't hide it anymore," the host looked away from the piercing gaze. "I…I…l-"
"I'm sorry, Gaara!" Temari's voice interrupted Kankuro's confession, giving him a great deal of relief.
"They're back already?! Alright, Kiba, eat up!" Kankuro's hands fed Kiba a little too fast for the dog-ninja, causing him to choke. "Sorry!" Kankuro's hands softly patted the choking teenager's back, as the puppet master enjoyed every second of it. "Alright, sorry about that! Temari's coming in here any minute now, and I need to get your dog, right? I promise I won't come back until I get him." He started for the door.
"Kankuro…" a pleading voice gently beckoned the host to turn back to Kiba. The bound teenager was smiling again. "Thank you!" The hostage seemed to be much happier now.
"Don't worry about it."
When did he become so happy? Kankuro reflected; it happened faster than a blink of the eye. Is it because I'm leaving? He had to blink back another tear. He was 100 sure that Kiba was the only chance he had at true happiness. If only I can get him to feel this way about me… Maybe when I bring his dog back he will… Kankuro left, unnoticed by the two ninja that were returning. He was confident that he'd be back very, very shortly.
