I smile
Knowing you'll always
Be here with me
But now you're gone
And I'm left with
A broken heart
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"Don't do that," Kankuro panted, his heart racing as he glared at the brunette below him, "next time…I'll…I'll kill you!"
"Awe," Kiba teased, turning his head to the side, looking at him with amused eyes, "did I scare poor Kankuro-chaaan?" He put a lot of emphasis on 'chan', which caused one of the Sand ninja's brows to twitch. "Anyway," He shrugged, as best he could, "thanks for that CPR thing too."
The Sand ninja stared at the blinking Leaf ninja. Why is he staring at me? Is it something I said?
"It…it was nothing, you…if you died…your mother might've killed me." he complied, looking away as Akamaru slowly stirred from his sleep.
"Make that, she would've killed you." he laughed, slipping one of his arms free and pushing Kankuro away slowly. Standing as scratching the back of his neck, craning it to look at his yawning partner, the white dog stretching as Kiba grinned, thinking of shoving Kankuro so he tripped over Akamaru. Now he would've loved to see the reaction he'd get. "Hey…puppet-freak, what do you think Gaara'll ask us to do once we get there?"
Kankuro turned, shrugging. "Who knows," He slipped off his right glove, frowning as he saw it twitch a bit, placing his glove back on, "but…we should head there as soon as possible."
"Bonzai!"
The puppeteer turned with a quirked brow, "'Bonzai'?"
He gasped, being tackled down, stumbling backwards and tripping over the large animal as planned, but Kiba didn't expect Kankuro to catch on and hold onto him, both crashing to the ground with a loud thud, but Kiba blinked, his eyes wide as he saw that his lips were connected with the puppet-master's. Yanking away, he leapt back, eyes wide from shock as he watched Kankuro get up slowly, covering his mouth with wide eyes as well.
"Uh…I didn't…mean too…" the brunette stuttered as the dark haired teen stood, storming over to the tent, snatching his hood up and placing it over his head, having slipped his shirt on during the middle of the night. "K-Kankuro! I mean it! I didn't mean too!" he persisted, rushing over to him as the large dog just rolled his eyes. Kiba was just too predictable, for him at least. "Kan…kuro…"
"I get it!" he snapped, packing the shelter up, standing and turning on his heel, glaring at the young Inuzuka. "I fucking get it! Now shut the hell up!"
The lightly tanned form stepped back a step, his eyes wide.
Sighing, Kankuro placed his right hand over his face, shaking his head slightly. Lifting it once he calmed down. "Sorry, I lost my temper there."
"No…I get it," Kiba spoke softly, looking down on the dirt ground. "I overdid it…"
"Kiba, I just told you, I lost my temper." the Sand ninja protested, standing there with an emotionless look, turning and heading towards Suna. "Come on, Gaara's waiting." Nodding slowly, he dragged his feet alongside Kankuro, looking out into the distance as the puppeteer reached into his pack, rummaging a bit until he pulled out a cloak, possibly went down to Kiba's knees, but he placed it over the half-dressed figure, whom looked at him with a quirked brow. "Need you to look at least a little decent."
The dog-boy looked away, up at the sky as he blinked, feeling Akamaru nudge his nose against the lightly tanned teen's side, trying to tell him to tell Kankuro to also hop onto his back, so they'd make it to Suna before another night. Frowning, Kiba stopped at the same time as Akamaru, raising his right leg and placing it on the opposite side of the large dog, placing his bottom on it nervously, then looked over at Kankuro, growling a bit before speaking.
"Hey! Puppet-freak!"
Kankuro groaned, looking at Kiba with a deep frown. "What?"
"Aka says to hop on! We'll make it to Suna faster this way!"
Quirking a brow, he sighed, shaking his head once the huge animal stopped walking right next to him, slowly getting on and placing his hands on Akamaru's back, as Kiba threw his arms into the air once they leapt high in the air, crying out a familiar cry of joy.
"Whoohoo!!!"
What an idiot… Kankuro thought bitterly before Kiba turned on the dog's back, facing him, his body in the same position, but grabbing onto Kankuro's left hand with his own, looking over at the right and grabbing it, lifting them up in the air as well, a worried look on the puppet-master's face. Isn't he afraid of falling off? Or is he simply crazy?
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It was true, they had gotten there before nightfall, and Kiba was so exhausted from vocalizing his joy of the air blowing in his face, Akamaru panting heavily, and Kankuro sighing as Kiba leaned against him, snoring softly as he tilted his head to the side, Kankuro glaring off the people who stared with questionable looks, gossiping amongst themselves as they turned away from the glare.
Looking up he noticed the Kazekage mansion, pointing up to it as Akamaru looked around, confused. Following the finger as the Sand ninja dropped it.
Those dark eyes gazed down onto the dog-boy laying against him, frowning as he looked away, seeing Temari float over on her gigantic fan, placing her left hand over her mouth, giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush. "My, my, my," she giggled, closing her eyes, "how cute. Kankuro I didn't think you had the heart to let someone with the likes as him to touch you."
"You're one to talk," he growled, narrowing his eyes, "you let Shikamaru violate you so easily…it's actually funny." He then chuckled, seeing her face go a beet red, glaring at him with her deep blue eyes.
"S-shut up Kankuro!"
Gaara chose this time to show up, lowering himself from the balcony with his sand, shaking his head and glaring at the two elder siblings. "Knock it off, Kankuro,"
The puppeteer tensed.
"Temari,"
She leapt off her fan, since the last time she didn't stop her little brother broke the beloved object, clamping it shut and sliding it onto her back with a sigh.
"I see you successfully brought Inuzuka-san here," he spoke, looking at the dozing form, looking at Kankuro with his sky blue eyes, "although…I'm beginning to wonder if you knocked him out first."
"No, I didn't, he just exhausted himself," Kankuro reported hastily, swiftly bringing his left hand up, about to defend himself if Gaara lost his temper and wanted to crush him with the sand, but he was more sane since he became Kazekage. "I swear to my grave I didn't knock him out."
Shrugging, Gaara reached into his sleeve, bringing out a scroll and handing it to the eldest of the trio, whom got off Akamaru's back, slowly lowering the sleeping form, groaning once his pillow was gone, replaced with something not so soothing, no beat to it whatsoever, just…a non-sound-full pillow. Lifting his right hand, he wrapped his fingers around the closed scroll, taking it from the youngest's grasp, opening it slowly but gasping once sand rolled rapidly around his hand, making his eyes bolt from the paper to his brother.
"W-what's this?!"
"Don't open it yet," the redhead simply complied, releasing his grip once Kankuro nodded, Temari walking past both of them and throwing her fan into the air, hopping onto it with a smile.
"I'm going into my room, guys," she called as she rose into the air, both boys watching her with bored looks as she leapt into the open window.
Gaara then turned his attention to Kankuro, his eyes halfway shut, indicating that he was furrowing his brows. "Open it at exactly ten at night tonight."
"Okay," he sighed, dropping his head, walking in with Akamaru at his heels, following him into his room, lifting the huge scrolls and pack off his back and placing them on the floor, pointing his chin at his bed. "You can put him right there." Whining slightly, the large white dog did as told, jerking his back up to toss Kiba gently onto the silk fabrics. Pulling his dark gloves off, Kankuro reached into his dresser, mumbling to himself with curses here and there, until he found exactly what he was looking for. "This should fix it." He pulled out some ointment, popping open the lid and getting some on his index and middle finger, reaching for the scratch he got on his left wrist from Kiba gripping it to harsh, his nails digging too far into the puppet-master's skin. Turning, he faced a confused dog, smirking as he grabbed his hat with his left hand, placing it down on the dresser. "Kiba's pretty reckless, isn't he?" he joked, laughing softly when Akamaru barked with a nod.
I wonder what mission we got this time, I hate if it's another tracking mission with having to kill to get to the subject, just like last time. he thought with a deep frown forming, walking over to the balcony, leaning against the bars, listening to Akamaru growl, barking at a bird that was flying past. Shutting his eyes, he let the breeze ruffle his brown locks, smiling slightly, then frowning again once he remember what happened once with a gust of wind like this. Damn that man, he thought as he opened his eyes, narrowing them, damn him all the way to Hell.
"Uhn…" Kiba groaned, sitting up slowly, the smell of ointment waking him as he sniffed the air, completely surrounded by Kankuro's scent, with the puppet scrolls scent as well. Looking over at the puppeteer, he blinked, quirking a brow. "Hey, puppet-freak, what's up? You seem a little depressed…and…"
"Just shut up, before I slit your throat," he demanded, turning and facing him with narrowed eyes, the bangs covering something that looked like bandages. "I'm tired of listening to you, so just shut up for one damn day." His eyes showed everything. Everything he was feeling, anger, pain, resentment, and other traces Kiba didn't catch.
-----chapter three end
