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Speaking to a Wall

"Oh...N-Naruto-kun...what if he d-did not come this w-way?" Hinata whispered as the pair dug through bushes, deep in a forest.

"I saw a bunch of Akamaru's footprints," Naruto responded. "I know that they were over here."

They entered a clearing and Naruto whistled. "Someone really bitched it out..." Blood, kunais, senbons, ripped branches, and scrambled mud met the pairs of blue and white eyes.

Hinata sighed and occupied herself by digging through some bloody mud for clues. "Well, at least there isn't a body here..." Naruto mused, scanning his surroundings. Hinata suddenly let out a terrified gasp.

Naruto ran over to the shy female. "What is it?" he asked her. Hinata pointed to the ground with a trembling dirty finger and his eyes widened.

A Konoha forehead protector was lying on the ground. Naruto turned it over and Hinata gave a sob after reading what was sewn into the blue ribbon.

Inuzuka Kiba.

It was well past midnight, and Amaya was sitting in her office, writing a list of needed supplies. The room was entirely dark, with the exception of her desk lamp. The only audible sound was her pen scratching the paper.

She looked up suddenly, directing her gaze at a corner. "Whoever you are, come out. I know that you are there."

Two gold eyes became visible from the shadows.

"Why hello Amy-chan. It's been such a long time," the snake-like voice whispered.

Amaya smirked and replied, "What business do you want with me, Orochi-kun? I don't work for Konoha anymore, and you know very well you can't kill me."

The pair of golden eyes closed in humor, and Orochimaru chuckled.

"You are very amusing, Amy-chan. I am a missing-nin, just as you are, and I have no intention to kill you. But you are indeed right about one thing, my Amy-chan. I do have business I want from you."

The snake master stepped out from his hiding place.

"I have a proposition for you. You see, my men and I, we are...searching for a certain someone, if you will. His name is Inuzuka Kiba, and I have heard from specific sources that he is residing here."

Amaya kept a steady eye on Orochimaru. "I have no patients by the name of Kiba," she told him simply.

He chuckled again. "You entertain me with your sweet naivety. He is here, but I believe he is known as Nanashi."

Amaya's gaze hardened. "I have no intention for a healing patient to die at my hand again. Besides, my nurses would get suspicious should another death occur."

Orochimaru smiled smugly. "It is nice you put that into consideration. But I need him for something else. He is the most demon-like human I have ever crossed, and he would be a valuable part of my team."

"What are you asking of me, Orochimaru?"

The man glanced lazily around the room. "To watch him, my dear. And report to me what information you find."

Amaya raised her eyebrows, wrinkling her forehead even more. "How would that do you any good? Why don't you just take him?"

"Ah, you see," said Orochimaru, "if I did that, he would not be willing to join my troops, and for him that would only result in death. But if you watch him, Amy-chan, then we could find a weakness. I would later use that weakness to force it against him."

Amaya smiled. "You always were a brilliant strategist," she replied to his idea.

Orochimaru's evil smile took over his face. "I knew you'd see it my way. Otherwise..."

A kunai hit the wall right above her head with a 'thwock'.

"I understand."

Kiba looked around him as he wandered the halls. The hospital seemed completely deserted. Not even a beating heart could be heard.

"Hello?" he called. Wait, since when had his voice returned? Maybe the nurses had managed to reconnect his vocal cord, but hadn't told him. He would have been willing to do anything to get his voice back anyway, so it wouldn't have mattered.

All of the doors were closed. Not a sound. This wasn't good...

"Hello?" a soft voice returned his call. Kiba turned around eagerly. Kiku had shyly poked her head out of a door. He remembered that door.

The Mortician's Office.

"Kiku-san! Why are you in there?" Kiba walked towards her. She smiled gently and blushed.

"Amaya-sama told me to retrieve a pair of scissors from in here, but I can't seem to find them," she said with humor in her voice,

He grinned in return. His eyes looked around and he noticed that Kiku's hair was down. "Why don't you come out?" he asked.

Kiku blushed harder and said, "Well, because Amaya-sama really wants those scissors, and I have to get them back to her as soon as possible. Could...could you help me look?" He nodded and stepped in after her.

Kiba's jaw hit the floor when he saw Kiku's body. She wasn't wearing her normal attire. Oh no, it was much worse.

Kiku had on a short, thin purple shirt that came off of her shoulders and was very low cut. It was short as well, and he got a full blown view of her (he had to admit, very sexy) underwear. And he saw, as Kiku turned around, that her...breasts...were larger than he remember. At least five times larger.

He gulped. "Uh...w-what exactly do you n-need help with again?" Kiku smiled. "The scissors, silly!" She trounced around happily, occupying herself by searching for the pair of sharp and shiny objects. Her breast bounced with her.

Kiba let out a shaky breath. "W-where...do you think that...t-they are?" He ran his tongue over his dry lips.

Kiku stood up suddenly.

They jiggled.

Another shaky breath.

"Well...I'm...I'm not quite sure exactly...The nurses may have just tricked me again...They like to do that you know. I'm apparently very amusing..." she sighed and stepped closer to Kiba, looking up at him.

He hadn't realized it earlier, but she only came up to his nose. When she had been walking and he had been sitting, Kiku had always appeared very tall. Well, she was tall, around five foot eight, he assumed.

But he was six foot.

"I bet people don't treat you horribly in Konoha, Kiba-san. You are a wonderful person."

Well, that is true, Kiba thought. It's Naruto they disown.

"Say Kiku-san, why do you always act so scared around that Amaya lady, and so...happy around me? It's just a thought but..." Kiba trailed off.

Kiku brought her arms up behind her head and she curved her back, stretching. Kiba shuddered. She was being so...sexy. "I don't think I should trust someone with that information."

Kiba was taken aback, but instantly responded with, "I don't think I should trust someone who wears shirts around for the hell off it!"

Kiku looked at him with...almost...seductive blue eyes. "Then why should I trust someone who loses blood from their nose every time they think about sex?" She had brought her breasts up as she straightened her back.

His hand flew to his nose.

"Now that was uncalled for!" Kiba barked at her. Kiku took a step forward and whispered, "No, this is."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and, pressing her chest against his, brought her mouth softly against his.

He stumbled back against a metal table, sending equipment flying everywhere. Kiku still kissed him, leaning even closer. Kiba's eyes were wide as he looked down.

She looked awfully hot in that shirt.

Maybe she would feel better without it.

He reached and pulled her shirt down and-

Kiba woke up. What the HELL? he thought as cold sweat dripped down his face.