Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto etc. etc...

Warnings: YAOI, KibaNaru, Lemon, maybe a tad of SasuNaru (sorry people I like the couple)

A/N: Sorry it's taken a while, my muse went on vacation... In this chapter there are a couple of kinda pointless flashbacks, I was attempting to make up some more background information :). I pretty much failed. Heh, heh... but you might like the ending!

Chapter Two: Enter Sasuke

Over a week had passed since we had woken up on that sorry morning after.

Kiba and I were acting like nothing had ever happened. But whenever I had a moment alone to think, the situation with him would come crashing down and I wouldn't be able to get it out of my mind. That would be why I haven't been giving myself any time to think.

This was starting to show in my sleeping habits and my constant drowsiness was starting to attract my friends attention. Sakura was the first to confront me, she pulled me out of the cafeteria line at lunch and dragged me into the school halls.

'What's this about Sakura?' I asked, annoyed, I was hungry and my stomach was rumbling.

She eyed me carefully.

'Is something going on Naruto?' She asked after a moment. I knew this would happen eventually. I sighed resignedly, before setting my eyes stubbornly on the floor.

'No.'

I could practically feel her eyebrows raising in surprise, she knew I always told her everything.

'Oh...' Her surprised tone succeeded in confirming what I thought. 'Umm...I mean, are you sure?'

'Yes.' I said, 'I am.' I still wasn't making eye contact.

'I'm kinda hungry, so i'm gonna go get some food before the bell rings, okay?' I left quickly before she could get another word out, pushing open the cafeteria door and making a beeline towards the food. I saw Sakura make her way slowly to our table, where a couple of the others were watching her. She shrugged her shoulders in response to their questioning glances and most of them went back to their meals.

One didn't though.

Kiba was giving me that look again. He'd started doing it the other day and I didn't understand what it was for. After a couple of moments, unexpectedly, his gaze darted to the side and I suddenly realised he wasn't the only one staring at me.

Dark eyes, surrounded by pale skin and framed by even darker hair, gazed curiously at me. Though the boy's look wasn't really noticeable, Kiba seemed to pick up on it just fine. Suddenly the dark haired boy's eyes were distracted and he laughed at some unheard joke on his own table. Neji, Lee, Tenten, Kankuro and Temari surrounded him smiling and chatting amongst themselves. He was a sophomore among juniors.

It took me a moment to realise that Sasuke's scowl had only been diverted. Whilst Kiba's stare was now directed back at me, he was unaware of the black look he was receiving from those jaded, dark eyes.

It was the end of the school day and I was alone in the hallway, packing away my books after an after-school detention for falling asleep in class. Thought's were running though my head, foremost of these being the looks exchanged at the end of lunch. I hurried about my task, eager as ever to get away from school grounds, when suddenly pale arms appeared to my left, supporting a tall, lightly built boy.

I glanced up, surprised that the very guy I was thinking about had appeared from thin air.

'Sa-sasuke!' I stuttered.

He raised an eyebrow.

'You know my name.' He said with a smooth voice.

'U...uh..' This caught me off guard. Of course I knew his name, he was all that Sakura talked about.

Ever.

'Well, anyway, since you already know my name, I don't think introductions are needed. Right, Uzumaki Naruto?'. This caught me by surprise. There was absolutely no reason he should know of my name, let alone of my existence. This was the boy who, along with straight A's, being our years student representative on the school council and having his own fanclub, was a major player in our schools junior soccer team. In fact he was one of the only two sophomores good enough to be put up there.

The other guy was, of course, Kiba, who had somehow managed to become captain.

'U-umm, I guess so'. It also wasn't that much of a surprise if I was a tad intimidated by this practically famous school student.

Sasuke smiled charmingly, and at that, I figured out why his fanclub was one of he biggest in the school.

'Well, we're having a party at Neji's house this friday and I wondered if you'd want to come?'

This confused me thoroughly. Why would he invite me of all people? The only person I knew who got invited to these kind of parties was Kiba, and though he tried to make me come to them all the time, it was rare that I even considered joining him.

Last weekend was the one and hopefully, only, exception. And I only went to that party at all because Kiba had pleaded especially hard.

With this in mind my decision was easy.

'Sure, I'll go.'

Sasuke smiled again. 'I'll see you there then', he turned around and began to leave, but on an afterthought, paused and turned back to me, 'Actually, I doubt you know where he lives, so i'll drive by your house and come pick you up. I have access to the schools data files, so it wont be hard to find your address.'

Smiling again, he turned and walked briskly down the hallway and out into the afternoon sun.

Although I did know where Neji lived, (I knew where Hinata lived and since Neji's parents died, he had stayed with her and the family) my mind was too pre-occupied with bewilderment and obvious confusion.

It's no surprise that I was this perplexed. My mouth had, after all, just disobeyed me and said exactly the opposite to what I wanted.

But you WANTED to go to that party.

Huh...? Wait... no I didn't. Why would I want to go after last time?

10 minutes later and me being just as puzzled as before, the school doors creaked open and another familiar face peered around and into the locker hallways.

Upon seeing me Kiba grinned in satisfaction and hurried over to my side.

'Naruto? Umm, I kinda need to talk to you.'

Finally in control of my voice box, I croaked out a question.

'What about?'

'Well, its about Sasuke, remember him? The guy the girls are always fawning over?'

'Hmph, how odd, I got the impression that they always fawn over you.'

Kiba took this in stride. He was used to me taunting him about the pack of girls (and one or two boys) that followed his every step throughout the school day.

'Yeah, well. Sasuke, apparently, doesn't go for just the chicks. According to Kankuro, he's been known to go after the occasional cute guy as well.'

Getting a sinking feeling in my stomach, I said, 'And what's that got to do with me?'

'Well,' Kiba said, 'You're...ahem...kinda cute. And apparently you caught his eye at the party last weekend. Though you disappeared before he could make a move.' His face blushed a light crimson as he said I was cute, but his obvious embarrassment didn't stop him from bringing the point home.

The glares in the cafeteria and the invite to the party all made sense now. But what it also did was remind me of that weekend again.

My mind already struggling to cope with the random loss of control of my voice box was now submerged in renewed confusion about my situation with Kiba.

All of a sudden, a forgotten memory popped out of nowhere. It was of me and Kiba when we were little and I'd fallen over and scraped my cheek. We were out of site of his parents in the park and I had started to cry.

Kiba, upon seeing this, had panicked and searched around for help. When he realised there was no-one in sight he decided to take matters into his own hands and did what his mother did to him when he was hurt.

He leaned over and kissed me, hoping that it'll make my cheek stop hurting. I was so surprised by this I forgot the pain and stopped crying. I stared at him in shock. And, suddenly, Kiba was ginning at me.

I smiled back.

I looked up at Kiba now. His worried face still blushing faintly. And I realised why Kiba was still my best friend.

It was because, no matter what, when I was around him, everything became simple and easy.

When I was around him, I always felt happy.

Kiba walked me back home quietly. The streets were littered with adults and teenagers. It was a bad time for any teenage girls to be out alone.

The bad neighbourhood was one of the reasons Kiba had opted for going with me.

I was a little annoyed with this, but it wasn't unusual, Kiba had always been a bit protective, ever since we were little. Though it had increased since I had gotten into high-school. When I had first come to Konoha District High I was bullied non-stop. Although I tried to keep it quiet, since I didn't want any of my friends involved, it didn't take long for Kiba to find out, despite that my efforts.

It started out typically enough with toilet dunking and light beatings. Mostly, I just took their abuse. But that was before they started to get personal.

Somehow, one of them had heard that my parents had died.

At that time I was pressed up against the wall after school, by a tall, vicious looking sophomore, he had my arms pinned to my sides and was spitting insults at my face. There were about four others circling him.

'You're a pathetic piece of shit,' he spat, 'I bet you're parents are even worse, they'd have to be if they made you' He laughed at me, it was a horrible, sadistic sound and the others quickly joined in.

'Hey Mizuki, get this,' a guy with slitted eyes and dark hair said with a smile, 'I heard that the little cock-sucker's parents are dead.' The groups laughter increased when I gasped in anger.

'Yeah me and Zabuza overheard some guy with weird tattoo's talking about it to his friend.' He said.

I closed my eyes in despair, it must have been Kiba and Shikamaru.

'Hey,' Another guy spoke up, 'Where is Zabuza anyway?'

'Probably off with that freshman again' Another one supplied.

'That kid? Pfft, what a fag.' Mizuki's voice was saturated with disdain.

They turned their attention back to me.

'So, how'd they die shit face? Car crash, drug overdose, stabbed in the street?' My chest flashed with pain and he snickered, turning malicious, 'Or did mummy and daddy commit suicide? Wouldn't be surprised after giving rise to a horror like you. Fuck-faced, retarded thing, they'd probably be so ashamed of you that they'd rather shoot themselves than see your face again.'

As he said this something hot burned it's way into my heart and seared through my mind.

They began laughing again.

I lost it. And as the rage surged through my veins, I was imbued strength.

I easily threw Mizuki off me. He stumbled backwards in surprise, tripping and falling.

Another guy, the one who had first mentioned my parents, reacted quicker than the others and leapt at me.

I side-stepped him and he crashed, head first, into the wall. I brought my elbow down, hard, on his spine at the moment of impact. He crumpled easily to the floor.

The others, after a moment of frozen stillness recovered simultaneously.

They moved slowly in my eyes, and it was easy to dodge and block their first few attacks. After sweeping away a fist aimed at my face, I jabbed one in the stomach with my free hand and he doubled over gasping, I caught a roundhouse punch from someone else twisting their arm until they yelled. Then, jumping out of the way of a side-kick, I didn't see the elbow heading toward my temple.

I fell sideways and Mizuki leapt on me immediately landing heavily on my stomach. His fists flew, breaking skin and drawing blood.

I felt some of the others begin to lay into me and pain bloomed roughly throughout my body. They were kicking and punching and ripping at my clothes, I tried to fight back, my legs lashing out. But it was pointless.

Within a few moments I felt everything beginning to go hazy, it was then that I heard a shout.

Kiba's voice rang clearly through the fog and my first instinct was panic.

No! I thought. Kiba, go away! They'll hurt you! NO!

I heard a yell and a thud as someone was thrown to the floor and my panic increased tenfold. There was a series of mute tremors and I suddenly realised I wasn't being punched anymore. Mizuki's attention had been re-diverted to something else.

All of a sudden, I felt a heavy weight being lifted off me.

Warm brown eyes appeared in front of mine and even in my messed up state, I could see the fear and worry practically screaming out of them. I could almost hear it.

'Naruto!' Kiba yelled, 'NARUTO, CAN YOU HEAR ME?'

I knew those eyes. They were Kiba's eyes. There was no mistaking that warmth. I could feel my conciousness beginning slip, the pain was intense but starting to dull.

'Kiba..' I whispered.

'I'm here Naruto, everything's gonna be alright!' He sounded desperate.

And despite myself, despite the pain, despite my seething anger, despite everything. I smiled.

Then everything went dark.

Kiba had called the ambulance as soon as I fell unconscious. He travelled in the back of it with me, until we reached the emergency room. They then told him to stay in the waiting room. After calling Iruka, my adoptive father, they were told to wait patiently.

And after a few hours of helpless pacing, a pretty brown haired doctor appeared. Iruka had greeted her eagerly, according to Kiba. Her name was Shizune, she was and Iruka's and my doctor.

Apart from a few fractured limb's and some minor internal bleeding I was fine. Lucky Kiba had appeared, if he hadn't, apparently, it was highly likely I wouldn't be around right now.

I looked at him, walking slowly beside me, lost in thought. We we're only about a block from my apartment now and the sun barely cast the faintest glimmer against the clouds.

Kiba had never told me how he had defeated the other guys, but since then, none of them had dared even glance at me. Most of them had been given warnings by the police, but Mizuki, identified as the ring-leader and already having a rather detailed criminal record, was sent to Juvie with a sentence of 2 years. I felt relief when I heard that.

So I guess, because of all this, it isn't really surprising that Kiba is a bit over-protective.

We arrived at my building just as all light from the sun disappeared over the horizon and without a glance at each other, walked in silently.

When we reached my apartment door I turned to faced him. As I did, I noticed that he seemed to be deliberating over something. Then he looked up, meeting my eyes, and a sort of resolve formed behind the swirling chocolate irises.

'I'm gonna try this one more time.' He said quietly, taking a step forward.

I started in surprise when suddenly, he was right in front of me.

'Wha-mmph' Something soft and warm cut me off.

Blue eyes widened in surprise before glazing over in pleasure. Kiba's tongue slipped between my lips and then slowly tangled with mine, searching over every nook and cranny throughout my mouth.

His hard body began to push closer, and his hands slipped around my waist, curling under my t-shirt to press me against him. I unconsciously welcomed the embrace, wrapping my arms up and around his neck, not once breaking contact.

I ignored all the voices which yelled at me to stop, and soon enough, their shouts died down and were replaced by mindless mewls for more.

After what seemed to be an endless amount of time, I unwrapped my arms and broke off, desperate for air. Only then did any coherent thoughts reach me, appearing while his cool hands pressed into the small of my back.

It came to me in a shock, cutting off my air supply.

This was what I had wanted all along. I wanted him, I wanted him more than anything.

I looked up and met those warm and homely eyes. Eyes that shone down with... love.

And I felt content.

A/N: NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Didn't expect that, DID you! ...(dont worry neither did I)

Now for a behind the scenes extract from this chapter:

Author: PHEW, finally that was a toughie!

Naruto: It sure was something wasn't it...

Kiba: Well, you can say that again.

Author: ! Well you can get used to it Naru-chan. *SMIRK*

Naruto: EHWHAT? OMG YOU DID NOT JUST CALL ME NARU-CHAN!

Author: Yeup, I did.

Kiba: Oh relax Naruto, Author-san was only joking, *in scary voice* WEREN'T YOU AUTHOR-SAN.

Author: ...Urm...yes?

Sasuke: *Laughs* Kiba, you couldn't do scary if your gay virginity depended on it.

Kiba: Oh yeah Sasuke? Think you could do better?

Sasuke: *Glares*

Kiba: *Glares back*

Mr. Gosh: Umm...Hello.

Sasuke: ...

Naruto: Uhhh...do we know you?

Mr. Gosh: Errrrrm...yes?

Author: ...I dont think so.

Mr. Gosh: Yes you do.

Kiba: No, we dont!

Mr. Gosh: *Points* Look I have teabiskits!

Everyone: Ooooohhhhh, teabiskits!

Naruto (ever the practical one): But we have no tea!

Author: Eh? Oh...wait, wait, wait, you didn't really answer our question, who ARE you?

Mr. Gosh: ….OMG LOOK IT'S A DISTRACTION! *POINTS*

Everyone: What? WHERE?

Mr. Gosh: *Run's away*

Naruto: ...HEY! WHAT! DISTRACTION? BUT... *turns around*

NOOOOOOO! THE TEABISKITS!

REVEIW PEOPLE!

(and critique) :K [Fanged Face]

=D

P.S. Teabiskits is an intentional miss-spell.

P.P.S I like cheese.

P.P.P.S Actually thats a lie. I only like 'saying' I like cheese. I really hate it.

P.P.P.P.S Well, actually, I kind like parmesan and camembert. :)