A/N:: This story doesn't go day to day.
Everyday has pretty much been as stupid and stressful as the first day of high school. Stupid and stressful. Every morning Naruto would greet Yuki with a bear hug, nearly suffocating her. Every morning Sasuke would stare at Naruto like he was lunch but treat him like nothing and grunt as Yuki grinned at his obviousness. Every morning she'd get into some weird fight with Kiba and act like a pissed off mama bear, with no knowledge of why. Every morning she'd kick Amaye's ass and smile at Sakura reassuringly. Every goddamn retarded day, she'd be tired and irritable.
But today... Today was different. And not because today was her and Neji's one week anniversary (bare with me here), but because she felt oddly better about everything. She found it easy to talk to Kiba. And she found it easier to talk to Neji and Sasuke. She hasn't done much of the talking thing though. Too happy.
Yuki strolled into her Algebra class, gladly taking her seat by the window, a grin planted on her unbelievably pretty face. Crossing her arms over her desk, she rested her chin on them, the grin still firmly planted on her face.
A slight plop in the desk next to her was an obvious alarm that Kiba was here. "What's got you all smiley?" he asked, his voice rich with tantalizing seductiveness.
'Not normal, bastard.' She lifted her head up, and smiled brightly at the gorgeous boy next to her. "Today is the day-" And she caught herself from telling. She didn't want to think about it, talk about, or anything about it until it happened. (She hasn't even told ME, and I created her...)
"The day that...?" Kiba just stared at her smile, not exactly repulsed by how pretty it was, but not exactly thrilled by how pretty it was either. He sighed, resting a hand on her left shoulder, pulling her close to him. They were barely an inch apart. Yuki certainly didn't seem to mind. "You can tell me."
"Nope! You'll just have to wait!" She stuck her tongue out, making a defiant face. But that was easily thwarted by Kiba's ravenous tickling. Yuki burst out laughing, trying desperately to tug herself away. "Agh! Ahaha! Stop it! Somebody! Beat him with some- Ahaha!" The tickle-fest wasn't going to stop until she spilled.
"Tell me!" His soft whisper slid down Yuki's neck, making her shudder. Ending her fit of laughter, she stopped completely, feeling violated...in a good way. Kiba rested his head on her shoulder, nose poking into her neck; his left hand was on her left shoulder and the other was firmly but gently planted on her left forearm. It was as if he was holding her in an all too familiar way.
'Kiba, why are you doing this?' Deep inside, Yuki felt tortured. But she easily hid it by a fake anger. "Let me go, or you won't ever find out." The truth is, she enjoyed his touch; that summer warm, creamy tan skin of his sent shockwaves through her body. It was because the touch brought back memories.
~*~*~*~
"Hey! Happy Birthday, babe!" Kiba's arms encircled Yuki in a crushing super hug.
"Oi! Yuki! What movie do you want to see?"
"Paranormal Activity!"
"Me too! Whoever gets scared first has to kiss Naruto!"
"Ohmygod. You're goin' down!"
"You cold?" It was rainy.
"A bit." A warm, very familiar furred sweatshirt snaked around her shoulders.
"Thanks."
"...Love you..."
"Love you too!"
~*~*~*~
"I don't wanna! You're warm and I'm cold." Kiba was always good at getting under Yuki's skin. Always.
"Ugh." She gave in, letting him cling to her. But she was surprised when he released her.
"You're no fun when you're like that." Her partner scowled, glaring at her with predatorial eyes, an obvious longing hidden in those coffee brown orbs. It was like he gave in, too.
"Oh, that's right. You only like the feisty girls." Yuki rolled her eyes and dug through her binders, searching for a shred of notebook paper. She found none. "Oi! Got some paper?"
Kiba scoffed and turned his nose up. "Like I'd give it to you."
"You will. Cause I'm gonna tell you that little something." She grinned evilly and caressed Kiba's cheek softly with her right hand, tracing his torso with the other hand, throwing him off. Kakashi's chuckle rang a few feet away as if to say 'There she goes, flaunting her seduction skills.'
Kiba groaned, caving. "Alright. Fine. Man... You don't play fair..." he mumbled, ripping out a piece of paper and slapping it on Yuki's desk. "Jeeze... This obscenely hot chick does NOT play fair..." he continued his grumbling, to himself.
With a sly smile, Yuki pushed her hand down his abs, watching contentedly as he tensed. Further down now- and...STOP! Right at the waistband of his pants, she watched and giggled. "You fowl bastard! You have a boner!" she said between bouts of idiotic laughter. "Ahaha! Ohmygod! This has got to be the best day ever!" She continued laughing, clutching her sides as they convulsed from too much laughing.
"I do not!" Kiba shouted, squirming in his seat uncomfortably, trying to cover his partner's mouth with a free hand.
"Don't you lie to me! I know you better than the back of my hand!" After that statement, she instantly shut up, realizing she delved into the past. "Baka..." she muttered to herself.
He blinked multiple times, clearly pretending to be shocked. Knowing that he had deceived her, Kiba broke out into a maniacal grin. "You miss it, don't you?"
"Actually, I kinda do." What was she saying and WHY was she saying it? She sighed and looked at his amazing face, nodding her defeat.
"Hehe... Me too..." Then silence for what seemed like eternity. Very uncomfortable silence.
"Well, this is awkward..." Yuki mumbled, feeling a shade of pink grace her features. Clearing her throat awkwardly, she decided to change the subject, analyzing an equally pink Kiba. "So... Uh, what sport do you play?"
"Hockey, duh!" He smiled, still just a little pink. He threw an arm around her. It must've been an absent minded move because even he hadn't realized he did it. The gesture reminded the duo of old memories, the ones they enjoyed.
"Fun... Can't wait to see you shirtless!" Yuki winked, an obvious grin replacing that embarrassed line. She pressed up against his torso, feeling his warmth. It was calming and it was familiar and it was comfortable. Pulling away, she knew she couldn't do this to Neji. She uttered a sigh, glancing at her partner's momentarily confused face, and smiled again.
"Who says you will?" Kiba grinned back, baring his pearly white fangs, reassuring Yuki that he was okay.
"Sexy smile." Her voice was dripping with bitter sarcasm.
"Why thank you, Ms. Sexy Body!" He saluted.
"Idiot," Yuki giggled, remembering the sheet of paper. Shrugging, she turned her attention back to her friend.
"What sport do you play?" he asked innocently.
"I don't."
"Then how are you so fucking perfect?" Kiba sounded stressed. Emphasis on sounded.
"I have my ways." She grinned slyly, placing a delicate hand on Kiba's thigh, torturing with the poor guy. A catty, seductive expression flit across her face. Of course, she didn't mean that her way of keeping herself fit and perfect was sexual. She was just messing with Kiba, knowing full well that she was a runner. "Boooneeerrr..." she taunted.
"Stop it, man!" He shooed her hand away, turning a deep shade of crimson. "That isn't fair and you know it!" But, two could play at that game. Ignoring his last sentence, Kiba innocently placed his hand on Yuki's inner thigh, earning him a fierce blow to the back of the head. It was a surprise to the two.
"No one wants to watch you turn each other on!" an angry Sasuke stated, standing a bit too close to Kiba. He grabbed the front of Yuki's partner's uniform shirt and dragged him up to eye level. "Lay one more finger on Yuki and you die," he snarled, slamming a startled Kiba back into his seat very harshly.
"Sasuke-kun, we were just-" she started, holding her hands up in surrender, instantly cut off by her sometimes over-protective best friend.
"No excuses!" Sasuke hissed. There were times that he scared her. And this was one of those times. Sure, he was one of her best guy friends. But he was also a kick-boxer that could easily kick her ass any day. And she didn't want to have that happen. Ever.
"Shut up, Uchiha!" Kiba leapt out of his seat and tried to land a blow to Sasuke's face, fuming, not allowing himself to be put down by the raven-haired, smaller-framed boy. He landed it. Sasuke's head jerked downward, but he wasn't fazed by the powerful hit. He lunged forward, about to deliver a few harsh blows unto Kiba.
Now it was Yuki's turn to jump. She rushed around to wedge herself in between the two eager-to-fight boys, shielding a snarling Sasuke and pushing a harsh growling Kiba away with two frail-looking arms. "Stop it!" she begged, continuing to push her partner away. With a desperate look to Kakashi, glancing at Sakura, Amaye's, Gaara's, and Naruto's empty seats, she pleaded for help, getting nothing but an encouraging nod.
"You stupid, mangy mutt!" spat Sasuke.
"You stuck up, bitchassed twerp!" barked Kiba.
"Both of you, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Yuki screeched angrily. "Sit your asses down before I kick them!" she growled, shoving Kiba back into his seat. Whipping around to face a still pissed off but slightly disgruntled Sasuke, she grabbed his wrist, tightening her grip around his pressure points and straight up dragged him on his face to the back of the room.
He struggled free from her grasp and was instantly at his feet, rubbing his wrist with an angry glare. "The fuck was that for?" Sasuke hissed.
"For being an ass!" Yuki spat, slapping him upside the head. "Ugh! You're always like this when Naruto-kun's gone! Jeeze! Learn to deal with your little boyfriend's absence," she said, voice equivalent to a mechanical growl. With a frustrated glare, she lightly pushed Sasuke into his seat, feeling a lazy stare from Shikamaru. "The fuck are you lookin' at?" she yelled.
"You," Shikamaru replied lazily.
"Ugh!" Yuki stomped off, returning to her stupid desk by the stupid window, next to stupid Kiba. Kakashi gave her a smiling glance.
She plopped down into her seat, forehead creased from anger. Fury emanated off of Kiba, nostrils flaring, eyes a fiery intensity.
"What?" he snapped, turning his death-glare onto Yuki, who returned it with even more fierceness added into it.
"You fucking dumbass!" she shouted, slapping him harshly. "You blew your chance! And on top of that, you tried to attack Sasuke-kun!" She slapped him again, harder. "You fucking moron!"
Kiba was instantly snapped out of his angry haze, shocked by Yuki's ferocity. "Wha-what did I do?" he whimpered, rubbing his stinging cheek.
"How the fuck do you not know? You fucking dumbass!" She didn't know why she was so worked up. Why she was hitting Kiba? Oh, that's easy. He's embarrassing and he decked her friend in the jaw.
(-(/oh he has no chance with her now\)-)
"Why are you hitting ME? HE started it!" he barked back, pointing a finger at Sasuke. He had a point. But she was too infuriated.
"I don't care who started it! You're dumbass shoulda been the one to end it! Dammit!" She shot Kakashi an apologetic glance; he waved it away, amused. Yuki kept glaring at Kiba, nose crinkling with anger as she fumed.
"Let me interject," a superior sounding voice said, drawing Yuki's fierce attention off Kiba. The sight of Hyuuga Neji instantly calmed her. His long, brown, low-pony tailed hair always seemed to calm her. It was the weirdest thing. "Kiba, you're a dumbass. And Yuki, babe, calm down." •
"B-babe?" Kiba spluttered, completely ignoring Neji's insult.
Yuki smirked. "Took your dumbass long enough." She scowled and stepped around her desk to stand beside Neji. His white-lavender eyes followed her movements, occasionally flitting to Kiba.
"What got into you? That's not normal behavior, Yu-Yu," he said flatly, wrapping an arm around her hourglass figure.
"Well, those dumbasses deserved it." She returned the half hug, wrapping her arms around his abdomen and sticking her tongue out at Kiba. It was wrong, she knew that, but she was trying to get a point across. It was hard.
Kakashi seemed to be getting a kick out of this; he didn't even bother with the math lesson since he knew something remotely epic would happen.
"Why are you here, Hyuuga?" Kiba growled, glaring with narrowed eyes at Neji.
He handed Yuki a piece of blue paper. "Kurenai-sensei has requested that you see her after lunch period," Neji said, ignoring Kiba completely. "She wanted to have a quick word with you before she leaves for the day."
Yuki snatched the slip of signed paper from his fingers, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, rubbing it into Kiba's face. All he did was jerk his head away and glare at something else. Content but a little disappointed with herself, she pulled away from Neji, allowing her hands to slide down his arm until they finally reached his relaxed hand. She lightly gripped it and pulled him down a little, getting eye to eye with him. And, being the sly little bitch she was, she planted a strawberry flavored kiss on Neji's soft, warm lips.
"Not very normal... but acceptable." He smirked, and gave her one last hug, waltzing out of the room. Yuki waved goodbye after him.
"What was that?" Kiba howled, grabbing Yuki's arm tightly and spinning her around to face him. She had to look up a good eight inches. Her arm pulsed under his fingers. It hurt but she wasn't gonna let that take over and make her flip out.
"Loser, they're dating," Sasuke hissed, his hands in front of his mouth. Classic Uchiha Sasuke.
Kiba growled and shoved Yuki into her seat, plopping down into his own with his arms crossed, a feral look in his eyes. "I got that part, baka..." he hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Yuki shrugged, still calm. She still didn't know why Neji always seemed to settle her down, but he did, and it helped her control herself. "Why do you care so much, I-nu-zu-ka?" she asked, emphasizing each syllable in Kiba's last name, quirking an eyebrow.
"I don't, Kusanagi!" he blurted, making it obvious to everyone that he was lying. A few chuckles broke out in the intently watching crowd of fellow students.
"Mhmm, sure. And I'm a gay hippo," she said.
"Maybe you are."
"That makes you a blue waffle."
"I sense a hint of bitter sarcasm in that pretty voice of yours."
"Go and steal my uncle's line, dumbass." Yuki leaned back in her seat, itching for the bell to ring. She glanced at the clock. All their conversations and fights had ONLY taken up fifteen minutes of their hour-and-twenty-minute math class. She twitched. "Are you fucking serious?" she asked herself.
"No worries, Yuki. Your rants and little make-out scene lasted most of the class. Remember, the clocks broken," Kakashi's voice chimed.
"Ohmygod..." she sighed, relieved. •••••Kiba didn't even glance at her, didn't even acknowledge her. Poor guy was broken hearted, forbidding himself to let it show.
'Dammit, Yuki! You fucking suck. How are you gonna do that and not tell me? How are you gonna do that and rub it in?' he thought, rubbing his temples.
"Baka..." he heard the purple-haired girl mutter the insult at herself. "Baka, baka, baka... I should've handled that situation differently..." she continued, voice just below an exasperated whisper.
With a sigh, he turned to her. "How many times are you gonna make me apologize to you?" he growled, caving under the pressure that her adorable thinking face put on him.
"Hm?" she hummed, glancing up. 'I was being such a two-faced bitch. Ugh. My uncle's starting to rub off on me...' she thought, gesturing for Kiba to explain.
"Ugh. Never mind." •
"Oh-kaaaaaay..." Yuki listened as the bell rang loudly, leaping from her seat and bolting out the door, leaving everyone with 'what the fuck' looks on their faces.
She blindly ran down the still empty hall, thinking about a million things at once. Her thoughts were one giant distraction. Blinking a few times, slowing down completely, about to round a corner, someone crashed into her.
"Oh! Sumimasen, Yuki-chan!" She recognized that voice. Boyish. Opening her tightly shut eyes, a black-haired boy with a bowl cut entered her sight.
"Lee-kun?" she questioned, rubbing the back of her head.
"I'm incredibly sorry, Yuki-chan!" Lee bowed at least four times.
"No, Lee-kun. It's alright. No need to fuss," she replied, shaking him out of his stupid apology. "Why were you running anyway?"
"I am searching for Neji-kun. Have you seen him?" he asked urgently.
"A few minutes ago, yes. Why?"
"I need to tell him something important!"
"And that is?" Yuki probed, pulling Lee toward her as students exited and entered classrooms multiple times, but keeping the traffic levels down.
"That he should give you something for today!" Lee said, a determined look in his eye.
"Why? It's only been a week."
"Even so, Yu-Yu, it's proper and what if I really want to get you something?" that reserved voice questioned, breath tickling her ear.
"Neji-kuuuun, you don't have to." Yuki whipped around, feeling Neji's arms reluctantly wrap around her.
"He should though," Lee piped in.
She stared into his lavender-white eyes, wanting desperately to trace the shape of them. "Don't waste the money on me. I don't deserve it," she said, thinking about what happened during Algebra.
"And why not?" Neji snapped, quirking an eyebrow.
"I'm just saying." Yuki felt her nose tingle, then turned sideways and sneezed.
"Fuck! Dammit, Yuki! That's disgusting," Sasuke chided, not really meaning to intrude. •
"Sorry, Sasuke-kun." She blinked and waved her apology.
"Whatever. By the way, Kiba's acting weird." So damn crude.
"Tell me something I don't know," Neji and Yuki replied at the same time, unparsed by it.
"Unusually weird. Worse than Naruto."
"And?" Neji prod.
"And sorta left school grounds in search of a weapon of some kind to kill Neji-kun with." Sasuke grimaced, looking directly at Yuki.
"What?"
"Don't let him touch you." Then he did something incredibly out of character and hugged her. Really hugged her. It was a very heart felt moment.
"Erm... Sasuke-kun..." she muttered, glancing at Neji, who just nodded. Returning the hug, she sighed. She was very confused.
"You're like a little sister to me. Can't have you getting murdered by a feral asshole, now, can we?" he said quietly, pulling away and walking off.
"How unlike him. Very strange, dontcha think?"
"It's what I was thinking, yes." Neji rested a hand on Yuki's shoulder." Should we do anything about Inuzuka?"
"I don't know. I wanna see how it plays out," she whispered, thinking everything over. Class started in five minutes. Thank god she was on her off period. 'What's his deal? I mean, I was kinda being a two-faced bitch, and I should apologize for that, but why is he taking it to heart? Does that asshole know anything?' She shuddered. "Neji-kun, get to class. I'm gonna go look for him."
"Alone? I cannot let you do that." Protective as always. "At least take Sasuke with you."
"I don't know where he went."
"I'll text him." He rethought it. "Why don't I just come with you?"
"Your school work is more important than finding an idiot." Yuki paused, and glanced around, stepping closer to Neji. "Now get to class. Tell Sasuke to meet me by my car. Don't worry. We'll be alright." She grinned reassuringly.
"I trust you," he said flatly, giving in.
"Class, boy!" Yuki growled, pulling him down to eye level. She gripped at his collar and tugged him into a gentle kiss. Stepping away from a slightly pink Neji, she quirked an eyebrow at him. "Well? Get to steppin'!"
"Okay, okay. I'm going." He sighed and walked away.
With a short gasp, Yuki spun around, realizing Lee had also gone, she spotted the stairs leading to the first floor, which just so happened to be right next to the front doors of the school. "Lucky me..." she muttered, stepping off to the steps, padding down, and bolting out the front. That idiot. Kiba, you're an idiot.'
"Oi! Yuki!" Sasuke yelled nonchalantly from behind her still figure. "Neji told me to come with you." His voice was disappointed. "There's a reason why I told you what I told you..." he hissed at himself.
"I gathered. Now shut up and come with me!" Yuki spun around and shot a hand out to grab Sasuke's wrist. She dragged him through the parking lot, searching for her car... and Kiba's. 'Dumbass didn't take his car.' Huffing, she led Sasuke to the sidewalk that lead to the park just down the block.
"Yuki- that hurts. You're squeezing my pressure points again, and it isn't fucking pleasant!" He squirmed.
"Quit being such a baby!" She dragged him on, stepping over cracks and waltzing straight into traffic.
Sasuke grunted, picked her up bridal style, and ran to the other side of the street. "Are you INSANE?"
Completely and utterly unfazed. "Gettin' there."
"You coulda got us killed!" He paced out of frustration. "Baka! I'll lead from now on."
"Fine."
"Fine." He wrapped his fingers tightly around her forearm and practically dragged her to the edge of the park, releasing her at that moment. Everything was quick.
Her eyes flicked around urgently, searching for Kiba. 'That baka! Where is he? Ugh. I thought he'd-' And she found him. He was sitting on a gray park bench, leaning on his hands, elbows pressing into his knees. 'Aw, hell. How am I going to take care of this?' "Found him," she whispered to Sasuke, tiptoeing over to the sulking boy. "Kiba-kun?" she said quietly, reaching out to tap his shoulder.
"Looks like my service is unneeded," Sasuke muttered, and turned his back on them, crossing his arms.
Yuki poked the tanned boy. "Kiba-kun..." And then whipped around, his arm accidentally smacking her across the face.
"What-?"
At the sound of her weak 'Ack!' Sasuke spun around and launched himself into the scene. "The fuck did you do to her?" His nostril flared, his face turning bright red with anger.
"I didn't mean to, dammit!" Kiba barked back, glaring at Yuki.
"And even then, I deserved it." She rubbed her cheek, looking down, ashamed. "Kiba-kun?"
"What?" he hissed.
"I'm sorry, okay?" The worst part is, she was really trying to sound sincere. But she was failing miserably, even though she was sincere as all hell.
Kiba's expression softened slightly. "Whatever..."
"You have every right to be upset." She really did feel bad.
"What the hell are you saying? You don't need to be sorry!" Sasuke growled.
"Yeah, I do." Yuki emphasized each word, taking a step toward Kiba. "I'm sorry, Kiba-kun." Her voice was so small...
"Ugh. Just shut up already!" He ran his fingers through his coffee brown hair out of a frustrated shame, listening to his Algebra partner's unstable breathing. It was going haywire. And it was his fault. "Its fine," he grunted, reluctantly.
"Why'd you flip out the way you did?" Sasuke asked, his voice dripping with fierce superiority.
"Because, dickhead, I love her!" Kiba barked, expression furious, realizing what he just said. Without a moments hesitation he turned away and speed-walked towards the school.
'And here I am, being a dumbass because I can't handle shit to save my life.' She let out a soft breath and raced up to Kiba, leaving her self-proclaimed brother in the dust. "Kiba-kun! I'm sorry! Are you okay?" At heart, she was shocked. Very shocked. All this time, she thought he didn't like her at all so she started to torture the hell out of him to get a point across. He always rubbed everything in her face so she decided to do it back. But it back-fired. And it fucked up their relationship BAD.
"Just fucking peachy..." he seethed.
"Look at me!" she snapped, turning Kiba around fiercely. "You dumbass! Are you blind or what?"
He was completely taken aback. "What the-"
"You HONESTLY-" she stopped herself and thought about what she was going to say. But shrugged it off and let him go, walking beside him uncomfortably.
"What?" he asked, a little impatient.
"I'll... tell you later..."
"Okay, Yuki," he muttered calmly, draping an arm across her shoulders. "When?"
And everything was back to normal. But how long would it last before something even worse happens? Neither of them knew. They just kept walking, inching away from each other, practically sulking. 'Ugh. I fucked up big time.'
'Man. This shit sucks. It happens all the time,' Kiba thought, crossing his arms behind his head. He was finally calm, thoughtful.
"Kiba?" Yuki actually really wanted to patch things up after the sudden news.
"Yeah?" Nothing but the soft footfalls.
"Do you really love me?" She felt like shit. She felt she did the worst thing imaginable.
Kiba smiled slightly. "Kinda..."
