I do not own Naruto.
Chapter 3
The Second
The second time he met her, he didn't know what to think. Especially with their first official interaction being so awkward.
"Sai, stop!"
Giggling could be heard from the living room as it rang through the empty house. A romantic comedy was being played on the large screen, but seemed to have been forgotten a while ago as the couple sitting on the couch were far too engrossed with each other.
"If Sasuke and Sakura want to flake on us, that's their fault," Sai continued nipping at his girlfriend's neck. His hands were slowly traveling away from her waist and towards more intimate areas.
"What if somebody walks in on us? We can't!"
Ino lightly swatted his hands away, but didn't put up a fight as he pushed her over and easily climbed on top.
"Oh please, you act like we haven't done anything in this house before," Sai smirked. He nuzzled his head into her neck and allowed more of his body weight to fall onto her. "Besides, nobody's home, and I haven't heard anything about anybody coming here today. They all seem like they have plans."
"Sai…" Ino protested. She opened her mouth to speak, but lost her train of thought as she looked into his dark, hazy eyes. The intensity from his stare made her realize how long it had been since they were alone with each other. Suddenly, being caught didn't seem like a possibility anymore.
He lowered himself on her and captured her lips. She complied with running her hands through his hair, deepening the kiss.
The two continued having their fun as the previous giggling was replaced with soft moans that echoed through the living room of the large house.
Kiba grumbled as he sped down the road in his motorcycle.
Leave it to him to leave one of his organic chemistry textbooks at the house. He was sitting in his room, ready to begin his assignment when he realized the book was missing. Seeing as how the last time he opened it was when he was studying with Shikamaru, he realized he had most likely left it at the house.
While the drive was only about 7 minutes, he was still annoyed at how he needed to put on clothes to leave the house. Honestly, he wasn't even feeling productive anymore.
He turned and drove up the driveway, and quickly got off his bike. Sliding the helmet off his head as he walked towards the front door, he realized there was somebody standing there.
The girl was quite petite, definitely shorter than the other girls in the group. Long ebony hair flowed down her back. She wore a sheer pink crop top with white lace high-waisted shorts; her feet were strapped in black sandals and she was carrying a black, leather backpack. For some odd reason, she was just standing in front of the doorway looking at her phone.
"Oi," Kiba said gruffly.
The girl slightly jumped before turning around.
Kiba raised his left eyebrow as he gave her a once over. Her skin was pale as it peeped through the sheer top she wore. Underneath it, he could see her bralette that showed she wasn't as petite as she seemed. Her eyes were a light orchid shade. She peered at him curiously, hesitant to speak first.
"Are you looking for someone?" Kiba asked. She seemed familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
The girl blushed lightly and her eyes casted towards the side as she answered.
"Oh yeah, sorry. My roommate sent me to pick something up from a guy who lives here, but I realized I don't have his phone number. Do you live here?"
"Uhh.." Kiba shifted his helmet over to his left arm, allowing him to grab his phone out of his pocket. "I don't live here, but I do spend a lot of time here. I'm actually just here to pick up something I left. Who are you looking for? I can try contacting them."
"Shikamaru," the girl shrugged. "I honestly have no idea what I'm getting, but when my roommate sent me she said it'd be easy to find since it's just stuff inside a box on his desk."
"Oh, you're Temari's friend, right?"
"Yes, sorry about that," the girl smiled. "I should've introduced myself earlier, I'm Hirai Koharu."
"Inuzuka Kiba," he smirked. The girl was pretty cute; it had been a while since he'd met someone that he considered attractive. Most of the girls he talked to were hot, but none really sparked his interest.
"Honestly, the door's normally unlocked. You can just go in and get whatever Temari needs."
Kiba walked past her and reached for the doorknob.
"Oh, I just feel bad since- "
The minute Kiba opened the door, a high pitch scream erupted from the girl sitting on the couch.
"What the fuck?" Kiba questioned, both confused yet also amused. Koharu was standing behind Kiba, but was definitely able to get a good view of what was going on. She blushed and looked elsewhere. A good 5 seconds passed before anybody spoke.
"You guys sure seem busy," Kiba grinned.
Sai was trying his best to cover Ino with a jacket, as they were both in their underwear. Dark, purple bruises could be seen on both of their necks, and their hair was disheveled from their strenuous activities.
"Oh my god, Kiba. What are you doing here?" Ino seethed, "Fuck off. We're occupied!"
"Yeah, I can clearly see that. But for the record, you don't even live here either. We're just here to get our shit." He casually strolled past them, as if this were completely normally.
Koharu gaped at his ability to ignore the fact that they had just barged in on them. If they had stalled a couple minutes more, who knows what position they might have been in.
"Uh…" Sai paused, "Are you gonna get your stuff or are you just going to stand there? I normally prefer to finish what I started."
"SAI!" Ino punched him in cheek, causing him to fall over from the couch. His hands immediately went from holding the jacket to cradling the red mark on his face.
Kiba reappeared from the hallway, strode briskly through and grabbed Koharu's hand on the way out.
"Have fun guys!" he shouted as he kicked the door shut.
He pulled her towards the driveway, stopping and letting go of her hand when they reached his motorcycle.
"Here, I believe this is what you were looking for," he held out a small dark grey box. "It was the only one on his desk, so I assume it's right."
"Oh," Koharu blushed as she accepted the box. "Thanks, you saved me from going in there."
Kiba stuffed his own textbook into the backpack that was waiting for him on his motorcycle.
"Yeah, but I couldn't save you from seeing that shit," he grinned cheekily.
She rolled her eyes, "it's ok, it's the thought that counts. Thanks though, I better head back with this."
Kiba scanned the surrounding area and quickly noticed that there weren't any cars nearby.
"You don't have a car?"
"Nope, I live on campus in an apartment so I just walked here. It's not that far."
Kiba paused. If she was Temari's friend, he assumed he'd be seeing her more often from now on, possibly even hanging out with their group. Normally he'd be too selfish to offer somebody a ride (especially if he wasn't going to get anything out of it), but the girl seemed sweet so why not?
He reached into the small storage compartment and fished out the spare helmet he kept. He offered it to her, her head tilting as she looked at it surprised.
"Here, get on. I'll give you a ride. I don't live that far from campus so if anything, it'll be on the way for me."
"Mmm..." Koharu quickly scanned the bike with her eyes. She didn't have a problem riding motorcycles, but after talking late into the night with Temari about this boy, she wasn't sure if she should even be anywhere near him.
"Relax, it's not that worse off than a car. I'll go easy too if you can't handle it," Kiba smirked. He got on the bike and turned it on.
The two silently stared each other down. As much as Koharu knew she should say no, the idea of riding with him made her giddy. Besides, it was just a ride home, it wasn't like they were going anywhere together.
"Fine," she sighed, attempting to seem unphased by him and his good looks. Koharu strapped on the helmet and swung her leg over. She had been on plenty of motorcycles back home, and didn't need any help from him.
She tucked the small box into her backpack. Rather than securely hugging him, she chose to place her hands on the small metal handles that were at the back of her seat.
Kiba placed his helmet on and drove them out of the driveway, but once they were on the street, he turned around to speak to her.
"Sorry, but you're going to want to hang onto me."
Before Koharu could even question him, he sped up immediately. She shrieked, and instantly wrapped her arms around him, pulling her body right up against his.
It was only the end of August, so the summer heat was blazing down on them. As they zipped through the streets of Konoha, Koharu didn't loosen up her grip on him. She blushed at how big Kiba seemed compared to her, but wiped the thoughts out of her mind the moment they pulled into the campus drop off zone.
Kiba brought them to the end of the drop off U. Before he could even kick the stand down, she jumped off the bike and whipped the helmet off her head.
"What happened to going easy on me?" she yelled, flustered by the ride.
Kiba slowly took the helmet off his head, swiping his hair back as he did and making eye contact.
"What are you talking about? I was actually under the speed limit for once," he didn't seem to notice her stare.
"This city needs to fix its traffic laws…" she grumbled. Wanting to leave right away, she handed over the helmet to him, "Thanks for the ride. It was nice meeting you."
She turned around and began walking away. He was surprised at how quick she was, and got a good look at her ass as she strode off.
"Hey," he yelled at her. Koharu stopped and turned her head to look at him.
"You wanna hang out tonight or something?"
Kiba wasn't sure what came over him. But hey, she was cute, and if she was Temari's friend, she must be alright and not annoying like the fan girls he came across. Everybody knew Temari didn't have the best temper or patience when it came to other girls.
Koharu grinned, surprised by his question.
"You wish."
She turned back and continued walking, going up the stairs that led to the main road on campus.
Kiba frowned, and leaned on the palm of his hand as he watched her walk away. Most girls would consider themselves lucky to hang out with him, let alone get a ride from him.
'You wish'?
