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Chapter 2: Roomy Terrors
"This is you're room!?" Sango demanded eyes in danger of popping out of their sockets.
"I told you it was a house." Kiba replied calmly, sauntering across to the fridge and grabbing a coke.
"I-I thought you were joking!" She mumbled weakly, cheeks flushing again.
The faint hint of a smile touched his lips, "Nope."
Her eyes scanned the room. A large leather couch and a TV made up the living room, while the kitchen was just behind it, with a counter in between for serving drinks, like a regular bar. She took a cautious step into the house. It was huge and centrally air-conditioned! For the first time she noticed that beyond the TV were curtains, which she later found out, hid a little terrace with a charming swing hanging from the ceiling.
"Wait…is this really you're house?" she demanded suddenly, watching him suspiciously as he ignored her and continued to chug down the coke in large gulps, "Or are you just trying to...impress me?" she joked. He turned to her, disbelief clearly written across his face, "Impress you?" he asked incredulously, wiping the back of his hand against his mouth, "Now why would I do that?!"
Sango scowled, muttering something unintelligible, "Jerk."
Kiba laughed, and then asked seriously, "Do you want me to impress you?"
Sango blushed, cursing wildly at herself, Damnit! Why the hell does he make me blush so much? He freaking knows what he's doing! He is such a jerk!
"Get a life!" she grumbled, turning away and returning her attention to the house. He simply chuckled.
Further inspection revealed three rooms and three bathrooms, each uniquely designed to fit the room of the owner, and each one with its own theme. One red, one green, and one black and silver; the black and silver one was Kiba's room; the red one was to be hers.
The green one appeared to be a studio of some sorts. She walked in, eyes still wide as she scanned the collection of drum-sticks, tuning gadgets, speakers, cameras and recording devices. A music system sat on a desk in a corner, and a large couch stood to one side, while a lone mike rested in its stand in the middle of the room. But her eyes were drawn to a guitar that lay propped up against the wall, "Is this all…yours?" she asked softly, moving towards the instrument and running a finger across the strings.
"Does it look like anyone else lives here?" he asked, eyebrows raised. She ignored the comment, feeling suddenly drained of all emotion, her fingers still resting lightly against the guitar. There was a hint of longing in her eyes as she once again caressed the instrument's smooth body. "It's beautiful…" she murmured to herself before turning to find Kiba watching her; the same intense stare drilling into her back, observing her every move. "Do you play?" he asked finally, nodding towards the guitar. She hesitated, and then shook her head, "My brother…he used to love the guitar."
Kiba's eyes narrowed as he watched her with a new found interest. Her use of the words 'used to' hadn't escaped his notice, but something told him not to ask her about it.
He shrugged, "So are you going to unpack now or what?"
"Hmm…?" she asked absent-mindedly, then immediately blushed, "Right, um…yea, so the red one's mine, right?"
He nodded, eyes following her as she hurried out the room, something wasn't right, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He sighed, stretching; he had work to do. He couldn't afford to be late again. They'd already let him off with a warning once, and he was willing to bet his life on the fact that they probably wouldn't be so lenient again. He groaned and walked into his room, grabbing a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt. No need to look great for work, he decided and headed for the shower.
"Hopefully tonight's round of customers won't be too vicious."
Sango stood in the shower; her eyes shut tight, fists clenched. "Seems no matter where I go I'll never truly be able to forget…" Hot water gushed from the mouth of the shower, and Sango shivered, she suddenly felt very cold. Tears gently slid down her cheeks, only to be wiped away almost instantly by the steady stream of water as she bent her head. Why now? She wondered. Why now, when everything is finally perfect? Why do I have to remember this again?
She reached for the soap; her fingers fumbling with the lid of the box till she finally got it opened and grabbed the bar. Viciously, she began scrubbing at her skin, "Go away." She whispered softly to herself, "Go away. Please go away!" The tears spilt faster and faster, and sobs built within her chest, as she continued to scrub angrily at her body. She prayed that Kiba wouldn't hear, he didn't need to see her lose control.
Finally when her skin was sore and red from her savage scrubbing, she reached for her towel, her face calm. Wrapping it around her body, she walked out and reached for her bag. Like Kiba had said, Blue had already brought her stuff over. She examined the room. It was large, with a bed , a desk with it's chair, a cupboard and drapes covering the windows. Everything red, as pertaining to the theme.
Intrigued, she moved across the room, pulling open the curtains and peeking out. She gasped. The view was splendid! Maybe she should have expected it, it was autumn after all; but the scene completely undid her. Her window overlooked a lane of Sakura trees, just like the college cafeteria, only somehow the trees were more beautiful from here.
Soft pink petals swirled to the ground, as sunlight glinted across the leaves, throwing a mixtures of shadows and highlights across the otherwise secluded lane. Cool mist coated the bases of the trees, blurring shapes and colors into an artistic blend of fall. "Wow." Sango breathed, a soft smile slipping into place over her lips. Suddenly she really liked her room, the view, the color, the alignment, even the drapes. It felt as though it had been designed exclusively for her.
Reluctantly she turned away, sighing as she grabbed her bag and pulled it open, allowing its contents to spill across the bed.
"The bed's too showy for my taste anyway…" she grumbled to herself, sorting through her clothes, searching for her favorite shirt and skirt assemble. A light blue top came into view, with a boat-neck cut. She grinned, reaching for it, "Thank god! I thought I forgot to pack it!" She pulled it on in one fluid move and then slid into her white skirt. It was short, stopping around mid-thigh, but modest enough. She ran her brush through her wild tangles a few times and posed in front of her mirror.
She'd never really bothered much how she looked, and for the first time she found herself wondering how others saw her. Deep chocolate pools stared back at her, hidden behind stray strands of dark hair. Full lips and high cheek bones, she had to admit, she looked good. She had never noticed her own striking features before. Twirling one last time and finally satisfied that she looked presentable, she walked out of her room.
"Kiba?" Sango called softly, tapping on his room door, "Hey, are you in there?"
He pulled open the door, and her heart leapt into her throat. She gasped, blushing and turning away from him. He had on nothing but a pair of faded jeans. His chest bare and his hair studded with droplets of water that shone like diamonds, he looked so sexy! "Are you crazy?" she cried out, still refusing to look at him, "Or are you just trying to blind me?"
"What?" he asked, sounding confused, "Put a shirt on you ass!" Sango snapped, rushing away from him as though she were burned. He raised his arms, eyes flashing with laughter, "A shirt? Is that what's got you in such a twist?"
Sango growled dangerously, "If you don't throw on a shirt right now, I am going to kill you!"
"Oh really." He asked in a breathy whisper, and she froze. He was right behind her, so close that she could feel the heat from his body against her back, even smell his after-shave!
Oh god…
She felt his breath tickle her ear, sending tingles traveling down her spine. The shock was like ice through her veins, she stood paralyzed as he gently nuzzled her hair. Her heart pounded steadily within her breast, he wasn't even touching her, just breathing in her scent, and it drove her crazy. He slowly moved his face against her damp hair, she smelt like nothing he'd ever experienced before, sweet, tantalizing…and so promising…
He pulled away at once, eyes hardening slightly, "What?" he teased, "If you're that easy to get to, no guy would have a problem you know!"
Sango gasped, reality rushing in on her numbed senses, making her cheeks tingle with the familiar presence of her blush, "You jerk!" she snarled, turning around and shoving him away, "You are such a cocky ass you know that?"
Kiba smirked, lightly tapping a finger against her nose, "Why Sango…whatever are you talking about?" he asked innocently, and then laughing he walked away, ruffling his hair as he went. Sango stared after him, blush still in place, watching as he shut his room door. What was that? She wondered, her hand unconsciously touching her hair. What was he trying to do?
Dazed and a little irritated, she shook herself. The jerk was toying with her again, and dammit she was letting him!
This is going to stop now! she decided, Next time he tries anything, I'm going to pretend I don't notice!
A stray tingle slid down her neck, making her shiver, and she groaned. It was going to be hard...
"Where are you going?" Sango demanded as Kiba reached for the front door, a gym back slung across his shoulders.
"Don't you know it's impolite to ask someone where they're going just as they're leaving? It's bad luck!" He grumbled, spinning around and making his way towards her, sinking into the couch. "Now I'm going to have to wait for awhile before I leave again." He looked annoyed, but Sango just laughed, "Wait, you believe all that? You never struck me as the naive type."
He glared at her, and then said sarcastically, "I usually don't believe in bad luck, but ever since I ran into you, I have to admit there is some truth in the phrase."
"Jerk." Sango muttered, grabbing the remote off the coffee table and settling down on the couch. She slid to one side, hoping to avoid as much physical contact with him as possible. He didn't respond, and she flicked through channels, hoping to find something interesting showing. Finally admitting defeat she settled on Animal Planet, hoping Kiba would leave soon.
"Animal Planet?" Kiba asked, trying to hide the amusement in his tone, but she ignored him, eyes firmly fixed on the image of a lioness stalking its prey. He leaned across the couch, poking her arm lightly before repeating, "Animal Planet?!" and then he was laughing, grabbing his stomach and rolling against the side of the settee. Cheeks burning she turned to yell at him, only to stop when she saw him suddenly looking at her with a wicked grin.
"So you're a nature lover?" he asked, eyes slightly red from all his senseless laughter.
"So what if I am?" Sango defended, crossing her arms and huffing.
"Oh no reason...maybe I should have expected it. After all you're such a wildcat!" He laughed again, and Sango grabbed a cushion off the side and leaned across to whack him upside the head. "Hey!" he cried out, grabbing the cushion from her hands, eyes flashing dangerously, when suddenly she lifted her arm and sneaked a glance at her watch, "Kiba..." she said sweetly, a wide grin spreading across her face, "You're going to be late."
"Shit!" he cursed, grabbing the duffel bag and rushing to the door, cushion still in his hand. He paused, as though just realizing, and then spun around, throwing the cushion across the room. It hit her square in the face, and laughing he bolted. "Serves you right!" he called as he disappeared out the door.
"Uh!! I will kill him!" Sango cried out as she scrambled for the door, but obviously he was long gone before she even made it outside. Still glowering in defeat she marched back into the house. "Stupid sadistic wolf!" she grumbled to herself, "Annoying, insolent brat! I really wanna kill him!"
"Uh...hey Sango! Is this bad timing?!" came a voice from the still open door.
Surprised Sango turned, and in walked Blue and Ayame, both sporting huge grins. "You couldn't have come at a better hour! You have to save me! It's like living with a human thermostat! He changes moods so quickly its actually scary!!" Sango cried out dramatically, swinging her arms around for good measure.
Ayame laughed, "Are you talking about the Kiba we know?"
"No way!" Blue shook her head, her grin still in place, "He's always in the deep freeze mode. What did he do?"
"He-He is a pig! A conceited overgrown mongrel!! No offense to the remaining wolves here, but how did you ever manage with him?"
Blue and Ayame exchanged confused looks, "Wait Sango...This is confusing. What did he do again?"
"Oh nothing really, he just harassed the living daylights out of me!" Sango grumbled, falling back into the couch's warm embrace and motioning for the other two to make themselves comfortable. With a deep breath she launched into her tirade, explaining how he was in her English class, how he had annoyed and bugged her all day, how she had bumped into him near the staff room, and finally finishing with the couch fight. She avoided mentioning the little scene between them after their shower, she didn't need them jumping to any conclusions.
"And now, I'm finding it hard to believe that all this happened in one day!" Sango groaned, "And the day isn't even over yet!"
Both girls looks completely nonplussed, "I really can't believe that about Kiba!" Ayame mumbled, "I never knew he had it in him to be such an idiot!"
Blue laughed, eyes alive with mischief, and Sango glared, "You knew what you were doing when you suggested I stay here didn't you!?" she accused, irritation knotting her jaw. "I should have known when you and Ayame were exchanging those looks in break! God I am so stupid!"
Ayame shook her head, "Hey relax Sango! Kiba is a great guy! Sure he's kinda crazy sometimes but still great!"
Blue nodded vehemently, "Yea really! We've been trying to hook him up with a girl for ages! He just hasn't found the right one yet! And I've never heard that he's acted like this before! This is a first! I'm kinda surprised!" Ayame nodded in agreement, "Yea which is why we think you might be the special one!"
Sango stared at them for a moment, completely speechless; and they stared right back at her, anxious eyes wide with hope.
"Please tell me you're joking..." She said weakly, shaking her head, "This is just a dream right? You two aren't really hoping that he and I will get together are you?" she demanded when she saw the guilty looks they exchanged. "Unbelievable," Sango mumbled to herself, watching as they ducked they're heads, both looking guilty, yet not sorry for their actions.
"You know how friendship works right?" She asked suddenly, "It's when you watch each other's backs and don't throw you're friend to the sharks first chance you get!"
Blue sighed, "Kiba isn't a shark you know?" she said innocently making Sango grip the pillow in her hand, holding onto her temper with an effort to keep from whacking them with it.
"Same difference." she said finally, staring moodily out the window, only to realize it was covered by the curtains. Cursing, she strode across the room, ditching the pillow in Ayame's lap and throwing the drapes open. Ayame exchanged a nervous glance with Blue before slowly walking up to Sango, "Either way, right now you don't have anywhere else to go right? And it's not like we said you two had to get together or something! Relax!"
"Very convenient," Sango muttered darkly, "I bet you paid off the whole campus just so that I'd stay put here and deal with the evil dog myself!"
Blue laughed, "Don't worry we're not that desperate! If anything we actually thought Kiba might be gay! But then he did date girls occasionally, only to dump them later cuz they weren't special! And even Ayame was one of his potential candidates!"
Ayame giggled, "Oh I remember that! Blue was such a mess from trying to get Kiba to hook up! I seriously didn't understand why she cared so much. I thought she had a crush on him at first! But thank god I later figured out that Kiba and her were just really close friends!"
"A real downer though when we ended it, but not too bad cuz then I found Kouga! And now I know I'm not the one for Kiba! Give it a shot Sango. Again, it's not like we're expecting you two to get together! But just play along and humour us!"
"Pleeeaaaseee!" they chorused, fixing puppy dog eyes on her and making her swear. "You guys are evil." she snapped, "Just pure evil!"
They laughed, "Don't worry Sango, it'll be fine!"
"Don't worry Sango she says. Hah! Are they crazy? No scratch that. They are!"
Sango slammed the door shut on their retreating backs and fuming returned to her room. She sighed, it felt strangely lonely without anyone in the house, not that she missed him or anything! She shook herself furiously, "As if!" Snorting she headed for her desk in the corner, someone had already arranged a few pens and pencils in a stand. In fact, it looked like someone has tidied up the whole house! For the first time since she entered the place, she found herself looking at everything with renewed interest.
It was strange for a guy's place to be so neat! Everyone knew that! Yet she hadn't even noticed how meticulously everything was organized. Could it be that Kiba was actually one of those one in a million guys who liked everything so clean? Just like she was a one of those one in a million girls who couldn't care less?? Or...was it a girlfriend?
The thought surprised her, So what if it was? she wondered, It didn't matter right? He was free to date anyone he wanted! Why would it affect her? She was just his roommate for the time being! Nothing more. But she couldn't ignore the way the word girlfriend turned sour in her mouth, or the way her gut clenched when she imagine Kiba with someone else.
"This is crazy..." Sango told herself firmly, "You're losing you're mind Sango...after all, they say once you start talking to yourself, there's just no going back..."
Curious she made her way out of her room and into his. For just a second she hesitated outside his door, phrases like 'respect one's privacy' and 'curiosity killed the cat' rushed through her mind, but she shook them away and gently pushed open his door. She held her breath, waiting, waiting...
Nothing happened.
She laughed nervously, "What was I expecting?" she asked herself, before gently tip toeing into his room. She reached for the light switch, her fingers roaming the walls in her quest for the damn thing. Success. Light flooded the room, illuminating the dark shapes. A desk, a bed, a stereo, and a bean bag. Everything arranged to compliment the other's position. She stared, eyes wide.
White walls and black furniture, exactly as the theme suggested. But it was just too clean! She flushed slightly when she remembered the state of her own room, her clothes were still strewn across the bed, and her towel still lay damp against her desk chair. Feeling suddenly annoyed with Kiba and his perfection, she stalked over to her own room.
Grabbing her clothes off the bed, she pulled open the cupboard she had ignored earlier. Carved in red gleaming wood and with rather expensive and not to mention delicate looking designs, it looked intimidating. But she squared her shoulders and began the slow and tedious process of folding all her clothes and putting them away. Once she was done with her clothes, she moved on to her accessories, arranging her brushes and make up in a few draws.
True, she wasn't much of a make up person, but she carried it as a precaution. Maybe she'd need it at one point, who knew? she wasn't one to tempt the fates, specially with her luck!
Finally satisfied with her work, she stepped back to admire the room. Maybe there's something to this cleaning junk after all! she acknowledged, a smile tugging at her lips. The room certainly looked much better! Laughing she headed towards her desk again, she had an English assignment to finish, though she had no idea when it was due. Deciding it was better safe than sorry, Sango dragged her bag upto the table and set to work. Maybe after she was done she could cook something?
Kiba groaned, his shoulders hurt, and so did his head. Working as a fitness instructor and juggling college at the same time wasn't easy. Grabbing a damp towel from the heater, he headed for the door. It was 10 and his shift was finally over. The customers has been ruthless, and he had been assigned a new one at the last minute. Her name was Cheza, and he didn't see why she bothered with the gym. The girl was practically minuscule!
Small porcelain features, with delicate looking hands and feet. He'd been nervous to assign her to anything too strenuous, but he needn't have bothered. She was tough, and handled the weights with ease. He guessed she had probably had some prior experience, but it didn't matter. He was tired, and all he wanted to do was get home, see Sango and go to bed.
He froze, hand hesitating on the doorknob. See Sango? Where did that come from?
Unnerved, he pushed open the door and made his way out. Walking in a daze he somehow found himself outside his front door. Apparently he had boarded the correct train and gotten home! At least one thing to be thankful for, he thought as he finally pushed open the door.
"I'm home." Kiba called, dropping his bag on the couch and proceeding towards the kitchen. "If you're going to pelt me with a cushion, I suggest you think about it really carefully." he warned as he stepped into the kitchen. Sango lay slumped over the table, her head buried in her arms, fast asleep. A bowl of pasta lay at the centre of the table, along with two plates, one for each of them.
Surprised, he gently shook her awake, "Hey, did you make this for me?" he murmured softly, running his fingers slowly through her hair. She groaned, "Go away." he heard her grumble, and chuckled. "Sango." he whispered, dropping his lips to brush them teasingly across her ear. With a squeal she flew out of the chair, eyes wild as she stared at him. "You Jerk!" she shrieked, "You gave me a heart attack!"
He laughed, "It was the only way I could wake you up." he defended, as Sango growled at him. "So tell me, is this for me?" he asked, gesturing towards the table and the steaming bowl of pasta. It actually looked pretty good, tempting even! She blushed and snapped, "Don't flatter yourself, I made that for myself," and then grudgingly she added, "Though there's enough for you if you want some."
He smirked, "You're a pathetic liar."
"Shut up and eat."
Chortling, he lowered himself into the chair, reaching for the bowl in the center of the table, when suddenly he froze. "Wait, this is edible right? You haven't poisoned this or anything have you?" He sniffed cautiously at the bowl. Sango growled menacingly, "If you don't want to eat it, don't. I'm tired of wasting my time on you!"
She stalked out the room, back stiff with suppressed rage, and a little hurt. With a sigh Kiba rushed after her, "I was kidding." he said calmly, grabbing her arm and spinning her around, "Relax. See I'm going to eat it!" He grabbed the plate, shoveled some of the pasta on it and took a large bite.
He chewed.
She waited.
And then he screamed.
Laughing she turned and ran, banging her door shut and hoping he wasn't strong enough to break it. She hadn't really done much, just added a little more spice than was necessary. To a human it wouldn't matter, but to a wolf with such sensitive senses, it would be a nightmare. Suddenly he was pounding on her door, "Sango, get out here! I swear woman if you're not out here in one minute, I'm breaking open this door!! Screw privacy!"
The sound of her laughter reached his ears and he stopped. He was mad, really mad. His tongue stung furiously , effect of the spice she had used. He wanted revenge, and he wanted it now! "Dammit you get out here now!" The door opened a crack and he saw her eye come into view, "Promise that you won't do anything."
"No." he growled, muscles tensing as he suddenly shoved open the door. She cried out as he grabbed her, arms circling her waist as he chucked her onto the bed. "Oh no you don't" he snapped, holding onto her wriggling legs, and trapping them with his own. He towered over her, eyes promising punishment and then suddenly swooped down. She screamed, but he stopped just inches from her face, eyes snapping with fury. "I suppose you're going to make this up to me." he said softly, and she shivered, "Get off me you big oaf!"
"Or you're going to be very sorry..." his voice was silky smooth, and the intensity of his eyes almost scorching. She gulped, suddenly she wasn't so sure if she should have spiked the pasta. "Get off." she mumbled weakly, a light blush forcing its way over her cheeks. He smirked, "I don't think so."
And then she was screaming, body arching off the bed in an attempt to escape his merciless fingers. He laughed watching as she gasped and cried out, chocking on her own laughter as he tickled her. Fingers expertly sliding across her torso, making her twist and struggle, "St-stop!" she gasped, "Stop it! Kiba!"
He stopped, "Say you're sorry."
"N-no!"
"Too bad...and I was consideringstopping too..."
Eyes flashing wickedly, he reached for her again, "You lost you're chance..."
"I'm sorry!" Sango cried out, body curling up as he finally ceased his onslaught. "I-I'm sorry...sorry you're such a jerk!" And then she slid out from under him, arms raised in a protective stance. "Don't touch me!"
He ignored them and pounced. "Say you're sorry," he demanded as she wriggled under him, "And this time, mean it!"
"If you don't get off me now, you're going to be in a whole lot of trouble tomorrow!," she threatened, voice breathless as she fought for air.
"Are you trying to distract me?" amusement flickered across his face. He leaned down, purposely brushing his lips against her ear making her shiver under him, "Try harder..." he breathed.
"We have an English assignment for tomorrow!" Sango cried out, "If you don't let me go, you can fail it!"
He growled, "That's a dirty trick, or how about this? If you don't tell me what it is, you're going to be spending the entire night under me. And I mean it!" She blushed, whacking him hard, "You perv!" she screeched, and then kicked. He groaned, the breath rushing out of his lungs. She'd kicked him in the gut, and it hurt.
"Fine." he lifted himself off her, grabbing her arm and helping her to her feet. "Now spill."
She stuck her tongue out at him, "Jerk."
"The assignment's on the table, look at it and then get out." she sounded irritated.
"Serves you right." he mumbled as he passed her and reached for the project. "Next time, don't try something so dangerous. I could have lost my tongue!"
"That would be an improvement." Sango snapped, dark amusement lifting her lips in a grim smile.
He scowled at her and stalked out, "Good night."
"Good night."
And the door slammed shut on his face.
And so concludes another chapter in an Epic Romance!! Hehe hope you guys liked it. R&R please.
And constructive criticism is appreciated. This chapter was more like a filler on what they're lifestyles are going to be like, with Kiba in work and Sango busy with college. How can their romance bloom? If you wan't to know you're just going to have to review!! :P Evil ain't I? XD
Hope you enjoyed this!