:Let me just tell you, I have no idea where this come from. I don't spend my time thinking of things like this. Really.:
Disclaimer: Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb. Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow.
2. A Sense of Smell, and Not Much Else
Rating and Genre: PG13/Comedy
Pairings: None
Summary: He really shouldn't have stuck his nose into it. Not even figuratively.
At birth, Kiba inherited a few things from his family besides the coarse brown hair and the rare, luckily fleeting, inclination to chase rabbits.
There was the aversion to cats, love for beef jerky, and the infamous Inuzuka nose.
He would tell you it wasn't always a good thing to be able to smell everything, especially when Uzumaki chose to skip on the showers for a couple days.
Yeah. Gross.
He got to know more than he wanted to when he smelled Shikamaru and Temari all over the academy desks on those days they needed a substitute babysitter for the kids. He was pretty sure the girl had acquired quite enough firsthand experience in her, "…study of the education methods of Konoha's school teachers."
Jeez, can you say kinky?
Anyway, it wasn't as if his sharp nose hadn't kept him alive through it all. Not all shinobi make it to the ripe old age of nineteen.
And it sure as hell had sniffed out (pun fully intended) a couple secrets along the way, from deadly poisons to- well…
It had been quite a few years ago, when he was still developing his smell and discovering its capabilities, that he'd learned something he'd rather not have known.
Despite any of his hidden insecurities at the time, blood has a very distinctive smell, that metallic scent reminiscent of copper, that he instantly recognized.
He'd picked up the faintest trace of it as he sparred leisurely with Hinata. He called it leisurely because Hinata wasn't using the Byakugan and Akamaru was busy chasing away the insects Shino was attempting to study.
Struggling to deflect a thrust at his chest, that would have incapacitated him had she been using the Jyuuken, he tentatively brought a thread of chakra to his nose.
There…
There was definitely fresh blood on Hinata.
Not a great amount, but she should have told him!
Hinata would never show she was hurting. It was her stupid clan's fault, the way they ignored her as a beautiful girl faded away.
He stepped back, hands falling to his sides.
"Hinata, are you bleeding?"
She had met his eyes in surprise, pale skin flushed from exertion.
"N-No."
"Huh." He then closed his eyes, gathering a bit more chakra into his nose. Ignoring her mutterings of protest he took a few more tentative sniffs and crouched down, leaning towards the smell.
"You are bleeding, Hinata. I can smell it. And it's coming from right here."
Kiba's voice was a bit harsher than he would have chosen, annoyed at her passive manner and his own helplessness. Not this time. He was going to learn who hurt her and they were going to feel how much it hurt him to know it.
Opening his eyes, he became painfully and acutely aware of two things.
Firstly, his face was centimeters from Hinata's pants.
Secondly, there was sound coming from Shino's mouth sounding suspiciously like a snicker.
"Oh."
An uncertain silence settled somewhere near his burning face.
"Er…I guess I'm a little too nosy, huh."
THE END
A/N: Humor is really, really hard. I'm not really happy with the ending of this but the truth is, i'm too annoyed at it to try and fix it. Shoot me. Actually, don't. Comments, suggestions, complaints, death notes?