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You sat on your bed, looking into the mirror across from you. You could clearly see the hickies Kiba had left and remembered the strange looks Chouji had given you when you were eating ramen with him. You covered them with your hand, it wouldn't matter, they were low enough to cover with your forehead protector. You slowly changed into your loose plaid pajama bottoms and a soft white tank top. You looked at yourself in the mirror, Kiba really liked you… You finally decided to get to bed, it was almost one in the morning after all. You slowly walked over to your bed, the light blue sheets were a bit scratchy as you settled in. As you laid in bed you could hear Kiba's voice again, it was unbelievable and only you could know about the harvest moon. The moon was not full tonight, but you were still amazed how brightly it seemed to shine. Your eyes slipped close, your excitement overwhelming for the coming day with Kiba.
The sunlight from your window scattered through your room, dust particles visible in the air around you. You inhaled deeply and stood, ready to start the day. You sleepily stepped over to your drawers and changed into our everyday outfit, making sure to cover your neck with your headband. All the time as you got ready you were thinking about the night before last, the strong smell of wild animal and sense of freedom, you loved it. His kiss was an addiction, his touch so gentle even when being rough. You packed a small lunch, a sandwich, a bottle of water, an apple, and an ongiri. You had made a few dog biscuits for Akamaru, you hoped he would like them. You shoved your lunch, the dog treats, and a small red blanket in a knapsack to take with you. Suddenly your father walked into the kitchen where you were getting ready, he mostly ignored you besides a small glance. You glared at him but he acted like he didn't see you. You turned back around to finish pushing the blanket into the bag, "Where are you going?" He asked. You knew he could only mean you better not be doing anything but training! so you picked up your knapsack and headed for the door. You yelled back at him without turning around, "Training!" and you slammed the door behind you.
You were holding an angry expression all the way to the forest, you hated your father. Why would your dad understand love like yours? He had only married your mother to have a child and raise it to be his pet, but after tasting freedom you realized you were sick of him. You threw your bag down and sat against a tree, waiting for Kiba and Akamaru. As your mind wandered around your father a sniffing sound became closer and closer. All of a sudden a wet tongue licked your face, it was Akamaru. Kiba smiled, "Akamaru and I followed the scent of your doggy treats." He said sitting down next to you. He looked at you but you stayed silent, he knew for a fact that something was troubling you. Akamaru and him sat at attention as he asked, "Whats wrong?" Such a typical question, so often asked but sometimes so hard to answer. All that you could force out was, "I hate my family." he sighed. His sigh wasn't of relief, it was more of, wow, I don't know what to say. You were both looking up at Akamaru who was still standing, he titled his head. You pulled out a doggy biscuit and handed it to him slowly. Akamru bit it gently and walked a few feet away to eat it.
Kiba inspected one closely, "Did you make these yourself?" He asked holding one in front of your face. You smiled at him, he had noticed, "Yup. Do you think Akamaru likes them?" Kiba shrugged. He looked at Akamaru, "Im pretty sure he loves them," Kiba chuckled. You smiled and he smiled as well but something was still on your chest, it made you sad. Kiba was able to see your expression inside and out and knew it wasn't just your family problems that had gotten you down. A hand rested gently on your leg and you leaned against his shoulder. You sighed, "How long is a few days?" You asked staring off into the distance. It seemed so enchanting, the moments you shared together were priceless and could never be replaced. That is why you feared Kiba not remembering. He patted your leg, "There's really no telling, it happens differently each time." He choked out. You could hear a small sob in his throat, he didn't want to forget either. A tear ran down your cheek and you clenched his shirt.
You could feel a single tear run down Kiba's neck. The breaths he took were long and shaky, but yours were silent. You let out a few muffled sobs into his shirt. He put his hand on the back of your head, holding it to his chest as your arms wrapped around him. Kiba stared at the tree in front of you both, all of its once beautiful leaves now dead and fallen. The jacket he wore was warm and familiar, it comforted you as your outcries became quieter. You knew that he wanted to cry as well but he held it in somehow. All of the emotions you both held could never be expressed in words or actions. The forest was silent all except for the wind that blended with your almost ceasing cries. You turned your head to face outside of Kiba's arms. The one time you had finally found love and it was incredible. The days seemed so short but full of so many memories. And you could lose everything in an instant. The cold breeze dried your tears and the beat of Kiba's heart against your chest comforted you. Kiba turned and laid backwards, you laying on top of him. He put his hands behind his head and you kept yours on your chest in light fists. Your legs were bent, you looked like a small defenseless animal in the care of another, you knew that for the moment you were safe. Kiba grabbed your bag and pulled out a doggy biscuit. The biscuit stuck half in and half out of his mouth like a cigarette. He kept it there as you both fell into a peaceful sleep.
You awoke still laying on Kiba's warm body. You had only been asleep for about and hour and it was still the afternoon. Something felt different, the same kind of feeling you had felt yesterday when Kiba had found you in the forest training. You looked up to see a smirk on Kiba's face. He quickly turned you both on your sides to you were facing each other. He came forward for a kiss, the half eaten doggy biscuit entering your mouth. As you lay there you could feel his tongue playing with the biscuit inside of your mouth, it was bland but Kiba's kiss made it taste so good. His legs wrapped around you and kept you from moving.
(Ooooooh suspenseful!)
