Hai XD Chapter three is here! I happen to like this chapter, it sorta sets things up to really start happening. I read through this pretty thouroughly, so I hope it makes sense. If there are any mistakes, I apologize. As always I love to hear what you guys think, so please drop a review. Critisism is greatly appreciated!
Oh, and I'll never own Naruto... der.
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Chapter 3: Omelets For Breakfast and Short Jokes
That night my dreams were plagued by monsters and shadows that chased me through the woods. The world as I saw it through my subconcious was completely filled with black, white, and shades of only splash of color in my field of vision were the rose colored tresses bouncing against my face and the pale ivory of my skin. Behind me the monsters and shadows were a mass of black snarling creatures, yelling out visious calls and promises of torture.
"Come mortal, so we may rip out that pretty little throat of yours!", came one of the many voices behind me. Their voices sent waves of fear coursing through my body; they were so filled with hate and insanity. They spurted out obsenities, and they seemed utterly insaine and ruthless. All I could do was run as I prayed that they wouldn't catch up to me. It felt like i was running in slow motion,but the world around me was wizzing by at a rapid pace. The evil beings behind me gained speed and were so close that I could feel thier vile fingers as they brushed through my pink tresses. A foul stench arose from them, causing a deep sick feeling to settle in the pit of my stomach. The smell was that of rotting meat, and that of death.
I couldn't name what I was running towards, but I knew that I was looking for something. Whatever it was, it promised hope and comfort. It also brought about a sense of longing, and in my heart a desperate need. I willed my legs to pump faster, as a sense of urgency spread through my being. I was so close, I could practically taste the relief and freedom on the tip of my tongue.
Then a splash of more color invaded my line of vision. I picked up my pace as an unfamiliar feeling burst through me, a feeling that caused my heart to ache with a strong sense of warmth and adoration. I then realized it was a person. A tall man with broad shoulders, and a kind smile on his face. His wild brown hair blowing in the wind. I ran into his open arms just before the creatures were able to grab hold of me. The moment his arms enveloped me in their warm embrace, I felt a surge of energy pulsate through the air. The creatures exploded in a blast of smoke and flames, heat from the inferno buring the back of my exposed skin. Their cries of agony echoed throught the forest, as their last shrieks of panic were all that left they were gone the world around me began to come alive with color, everything seeming to bleed outwards like ink. Just before I gained conciousness, I looked into the eyes of my savior and gasped.
Kiba?
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I awoke with a start, my eyes flashing open only to shut back tightly from the pain of the sudden sunlight. The blinds of the windows were open, allowing the room to be bathed with the warmth and light of the sun. A quick inspection of the room showed that this indeed looked like a girl's room. The walls were a light blue green with a white flower and vine pattern. Two entire walls of the room were made etirely of floor to cieling windows that opened up like doors. Outside the windows was a spectacular view of a garden full of vivid colors and serenity.
I slowly got out of the warm bed, placing my feet on the shockingly chilly wooden floor.I was looking around the room soaking in my surroundings, when I suddenly lost my balance and fell to the floor. I grabbed at my jarred body and winced as I looked for the cause of my fall. Ow, dammit that hurt. Then in front of my was a chair, with a pile of clothes, a couple of towels, and some bathing supples. I saw that there was a note on top of the towel, with my name neatly scrawled across the front.
-Sakura
I thought you would like to have a fresh set of clothing to wear instead of the ones you have on. Feel free to use the shower adjoined to the room. When you are ready you may come down to the kitchen for breakfast, I will be waiting for you there.
-Harumi
I smiled when I read the note. Harumi was the nice woman from last night. Kiba's mom. I thought to myself, a wierd feeling spreading through my chest when I though of him. And a shower really sounded like a good idea right now. I looked down at my dirt encrusted body and outfit; grimacing, as I made my way towards the shower.
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I sighed appreciatively as I stepped out of the shower and placed a fluffy yellow towel around my body. The bathroom was fairly spacious; just like everything else in the house. I noticed on the counter that there was a comb set as well as a new tooth brush and tube of tooth paste. Harumi must have left them in here, I thought gratefully. I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I went about grooming myself and winced. My face was covered in scratches from running through the woods, and my eyes had bags under them from the stress of last night. Well, there's nothing I can do about that right now, so this will have to do.
I was grateful for the clothing she had given me to wear, it was lightweight but still warm. The outfit consisted of a light blue cotton dress that ended just before my knees and a dark blue cardigan. There had been a couple of barrets in the bathroom, so I had used those to help hold back my hair. Then for shoes she had left me a pair of plain black toms. Satisfied with my reflection, and with a growl of encouragement from my stomach, I decided to make my way down to the kitchen.
I walked over to the door and opened it slowly, peering left and right discreetly before I walked out. Haha, like a ninja, I smiled at my own lame joke. Yeah I know, I'm a dork. I just didn't want to walk into people, they might stop me and ask questions. I'm don't care to explain things right now, I don't even know how much Harumi and Kiba want me to tell people. Deciding that the hallway was clear, I quickly dashed out down the hall, hoping I could remember the way Kiba had taken me last night. After a few turns, I realized with annoyance that I had no idea where I was. As soon as I left one hall, I was just in another.
I was starting to get really frustrated, and being hungry didn't help that at all. That and I didn't want Kiba to feel like he had to escort me everywhere if I got lost. I also realized that I might as well keep walking, because eventually these halls had to lead somewhere. Hopefully that somewhere would be the kitchens, so I could finally eat.
At some point I had started to day dream as I walked through the halls, a habit I have, so I was completely caught off guard when I rammed into someboday. I let out a yelp as I felt myself lose balance, and I reached out my arms in an attempt to catch ahold of something. Luckily, at the last minute, a pair of strong arms shot out and pulled me to their chest. I held my face to their chest for a second, until I heard them chuckled into my ear. I immediately pulled away blushing and stuttering.
"Oh I... I'm so sorry!", I said breathlessly," I should have been watching where I was going." Then I stopped and my eyes widened when I realized who was looking back at me.
The face looking back at me was young and amused, his amber irises flashing with humor. Then last night came back to me, and I began to blush wildly. It was Michio, the naked guy. Oh my god! It was that pervert who was hitting on me! My cheeks got warm when I remembered, very vividly just how underdressed he had been last night. Luckily though, he had clothes on this morning. "It's alright,"he laughed out with his deep baritone. I was flustered to realize that he was still holding me to his chest, and I began to squirm in his grasp. He laughed as he set me gently on my feet.
He studied me for a second, his eye brow raising. Then he tapped his chin as a smug look was plastered on his face. "Hm", he said,"are you lost?", his face was set in a serious fashion, but his eyes were practically dripping with amusement. My fistier side came out when I realized he was pocking fun at me.
"No, ofcourse not!," I declared defiantly. I had half a mind to just step around him and keep walking. I'd just wing it and hope for the best, that's usually how I go about things anyways. I stood with my hands on my hips, while he leaned against his door frame leisurely. He gave me a dubious look as he stood up straight and began to walk down the hall, opposite of the way I had come.
"Oh, alright then," he said haughtily,"but just so you know, the main part of the house is this way.", He laughed when he saw the look on my face. Ugh! I've been going the wrong way this whole time! Michio just continued walking further down the hall, and thinking over my options, I decided walking with him was the best idea.
"Wait!", I yelled after him. "I guess it would be nice if you showed me the way. I'd hate for you to have to explain to Harumi-san why her guest was lost, even when you saw her and could have shown her the way.", I said teasingly as we walked side by side. I heard a barely supressed laugh escape him as our conversation ended.
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Michio escorted me through the halls; making so many twists and turns that I was glad I had decided to be led to the kitchen. We ended up walking through a large room that I took to be some sort of family area. It was more personal than the other rooms I had been on the main floor, with the more comfortable furniture and wide array of movies, video games, and game consoles. It was like the other rooms in that it was open and airy, with plenty of sunlight coming in through the many windows.
On one of the walls there was a set of french doors; which I noticed was a regular theme in this house. That is where Michio took me, opening them for me and gesturing for me to walk in.
"Ladies first.", He said with a low bow and sweep of his arm. I laughed at this display, as he made a funny face waggling his brows as he said it.
"My, what a gentleman.", I commented as I walked past him into the inviting kitchen.
I was immediately greeted by an assault of many different smells. Bacon, pancakes, eggs, and many other scents of breakfast foods filled my nose. My mouth instantly began to water, and I quickly made my way to the table where Michio indicated I should sit. At the table sat Harumi, a plate of bacon and eggs set before her. I sat down across from her as she indicated with a nod of her head that that's where I should sit.
"Good morning, Sakura.", Harumi said while smiling at me sweetly. "I trust you had a good night's rest?" My eyes widened momentarily when she said that, as bits and pieces of my dream came flooding back to me. I'm sure I had a tinge of pink spread across my face to match my hair, because I finally remembered that it was Kiba I had been looking for.
"Good morning Harumi-san. And yes, I did sleep well last night.", I answered. It wouldn't do any good to tell her that my sleep had been filled with dark creatures of the night. Or that I had run to her son for safety in said dream, and had been so happy to finally find him. Too happy, I thought to myself.
"That's good to hear.", she smiled as she got up from her place to take her finished plate to the sink. "Please, eat. I'm sure you are famished. After all, I doubt you've eaten anything since before...", she didn't continue the sentence, and she had a sympathetic look on her face. I knew what she was going to say though. Yeah, I doubt you ate anything after you started being chased by a bunch of homicidal freaks. Well maybe not those exact words, but close enough.
I couldn't argue with her though, I was hungry. I grabbed a plate from a stack in the center of the table, along with a fork and butter knife. I was about to serve myself a steaming omlet from a platter, but was stopped by Michio.
"Here, let me serve you. You are a guest after all.", he smiled as he grabbed a serving spoon and began to grab for an omlet. He was stopped however by Harumi when she put her hand around his wrist.
"No.", she bit out, while giving him a stern look, "I am the matriarch of this family, and I will be the one serving her." Michio let go of the serving spoon and muttered a low," Sorry, Harumi-sama.", while averting his gaze from her.
Though I thought this was strange, I didn't let it show. I just smiled as she filled my plate with food. I did voice my thoughts on being served though." Harumi-san?", I asked," while I appreciate it, why are you serving me? I'm sixteen, I think I can manage."
She chuckled at my question. "Sakura, I know you are. But you are new to this pack, and as the pack's current matriarch, I'm serving you to show that I can take care of you.", she explained. Hm, a werewolf custom then. Well, who am I to question something I hardly know anything about. I wanted to know why she wouldn't let Michio serve me, but I thought it best not to ask. He had seemed embarrased about being reprimended by Harumi, and I figured it would only add to his discomfort.
"Alright, that makes sense.", I said as I gratefully accepted the plate of food from her. As I dug into my food, I realized how hungry I really was. Not suprising though. I probably burned off alot of energy last night. I had to pace myself as I ate, so I didn't make myself look like a gluttonous pig.
We exchanged mundane pleasantries the whole time I ate. Nothing personal, just easy conversation. As I got up to take my plate to the sink, the door to the kitchen opened up and in walked Kiba. At the sight of him my heart began to beat faster, and my legs started to feel like jelly. Oh great. I'm getting a crush on this guy already! I've barely even know him for a day! But... he is pretty cute. I blushed at this one thought. I couldn't help but look at him, his choice of attire made it hard not too. All he had on was a pair of dark blue plaid boxers. And his already wild hair was even messier with bed head, and on him it just added to how attractive he already tan abs drew my eyes, making me mentally drool. Why the hell can't he wear a shirt? His lack of clothing had me flustered,and had me grumbling mentally.
"Good morning, little one.", Kiba said as he walked by me, ruffling his hand through my hair. This caused a dark blush to erupt on my face, making me glad that the other occupants of the room were to my back.
"Good morning, Kiba.", I managed to squeak out embarrasingly. I could have slapped my self if that would not have seemed so strange. Why did my voice have to get so high and squeaky when I'm nervous?
"Morning, ma", he greeted as he sat at the table. Then he added, "Michio", in a less than enthused voice. Hm, maybe they don't like each other that much. This idea was further supported when Michio just looked at Kiba for a split second, not even bothering to answer.
"Kiba, couldn't you have worn more clothing than that?", Harumi asked her son in an annoyed tone. All Kiba had for an answer was a shrug as he grabbed for a piece of toast.
"Yeah, what must Sakura here think of you?", Michio added in a teasing manner. At this Kiba gave him an incredulous look with his mouth agape.
"Says the guy who was completely naked when he met her!", Kiba said defiantly. I blushed at this memory, especially since Michio looked at me and winked. This only served to earn him a growl from Kiba.
"Well, she seemed to have liked it.", Michio said while giving me a strange look that left me uncomfortabel.
"Hey, what did I tell you about harrassing her?", Kiba said angrily. Michio looked over at me with a smirk on his face.
"It's not harrassment if she likes the harrassment, right Sakura?", he said. There was a challanging tone to his voice, and I knew he was trying to get a reaction out of me. Which, he definitely succeeded, when I blushed at his words.
"Umm...", was all I managed to get out, desperately wishing for a change of subject. Harumi noticed my discomfort and swiftly came to my rescue.
"Alright Michio, you're embarrassing the poor thing.", she scolded him. He just gave me a sheepish grin, causing me to scowl slightly. What was with this guy being intent on making uncomfortable?
"Oh, and I can't go with you today to take you home, Sakura." Harumi said apologetically," one of the pups woke up with a fever this morning, and I'm going to stay and take care of her."
"That's okay, ma. I can take care of Sakura.", Kiba said. I was suddenly filled with anticipation over the thought of being with Kiba alone. Yes! I just hope I don't do anything to embarrass myself. Ugh, and I'm going home. How am I supposed to explain this to my parents? It's only going to be worse because a teenage guy they don't know is going to be with me.
"Yeah it's fine.", I said. I was apprehensive about going home, but I knew I was going to have to do it sooner or later. I just wish it was later. My parents were constantly mad at me because of my grades, and my mom was cheating on my dad. We're just not functional as a family.
"Well, how about I get dressed and we head over to your house. I wouldn't be suprised if your parents have already called the cops.", Kiba joked as he got up from the table. Oh yeah, and there's that. They sure aren't going to be happy with me when I get home.
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Fifteen minutes later Kiba was dressed, and I had my clothing from yesterday and put into a bag. Harumi had insisted that it was fine that I leave in what I was wearing, and I could always have Kiba come pick them up from my house. As we began our walk outside, I realized today was a beautiful Saturday morning, so perfect that I could almost believe the events from last night were a bad dream. Until I remembered where I was and who I was with. I looked over to Kiba and sighed, because I realized that I was going to be reluctant to leave him. He just seemed so comforting, although a little crass at times.
"So, where do you live, little one?", he asked me, while slinging his arm around my shoulders. I blushed at the contact, and held in a gasp.
"I live in Craven's Square, ninth avenue.", I replied back. My face got a little warm when I admitted this. Craven's Square was a huge housing district, all with lower income families packed in together. All the houses were the same, two bedroom and slightly shabby. And here was Kiba, who practically lived in a mansion. When I tell people where I live, they usually get a judgemental look on their face, or they pity me. But all I saw from Kiba was his usual toothy smirk.
"Well, that's only a couple of miles from here, we'll be there in no time."
"Kiba?", I asked slowly. "Hm?", was his languid reply, as he leaned closer to me to hear what I was saying.
"Why do you always call me little one?", He lifted his brow when I asked and poked me on the cheek.
"Because you're so little, duh.", he laughed. I growled and pushed at his poking, letting out a growl of frustration.
He laughed at my attempts. "Well, you are pretty little. What are you, like three feet tall?", he snickered.
"No! I'm five feet!", I yelled defensively."We can't all be big giants. What are you, like six feet?", he smirked at this.
"Actually, I'm six-two.", he said casually. My eyes widened as I looked up at him.
"Dude, you're like fourteen inches taller than me!", I said exasperated, "Aw, I'm such a midget!". He gave me a small squeeze as he laughed and said,"Don't worry," he said turning towards me," I happen to like short girls." I felt my heart skip as I was overcome with shock. Was he hitting on me? He gave me a crooked grin and a wink before he released me and put his hands in his pockets. No, I thought, he's just playing around. He looked over to me with a quirked eyebrow, and I realized I had stopped walking. Wow, I've already got it. I actually like this guy. With a dejected sigh I jogged to catch up with him, intent on ignoring my newfound feelings.
The rest of our walk was spent in a comfortable silence. I rather enjoyed being in his company, and was glad we were going at a slow pace. This way I'd have more time to spend with him.
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We eventually arrived in my neighborhood, and I could see my house in plain sight. The house I had lived in my whole life, and dealt with so many things through. It never felt like home though; between a mom that always sleeps around and an alcohalic father. I hope dad is in an okay mood today. I probably should have tried to convince Kiba to let me walk home be myself. But after what happened yesterday, I doubt he would.
"Hehe, well I hope your folks aren't too peeved with me. I figured we would just tell them you decided to take a short cut through the woods and got lost. Then, we found you and took you in for the night."
"Yeah, well that's a lot more believable than what actually happened.", I said sarcastically. We had now reached my front door and I took a deep calming breath. I had no idea what kind of mood my parents would be in, so I thought I should warn Kiba.
"Uh, Kiba? Before we walk in, I just want to warn you." I sighed as he looked at me,"My parents tend to get angry really easily, and they have...issues.", I was unsure to how I should explain it. Well, he might be about to find out. I just hope it isn't too bad.
"Okay, well I can handle anything.", was his smug reply. Yeah, you haven't met my parents, my mind threw at him.
Hopefully Kiba really could handle anything, because as soon as my hand touched the door handle, it was violently slung open. I gasped in shock as I was met face to face with the glaring red rimmed eyes of my father. To say he looked angry was the understatement of the century.
"Where the fuck have you been?", he said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me in. I snatched my arm away from him and backed away. I didn't dare look at him, it was always best to let him yell when he was drunk.
"I'm sorry, but she got lost...", Kiba was cut off as my father looked at him, and pointed yelling at him.
"Oh, and who the hell are you?", he was at the point of insanity he was so drunk and angry, and all I wanted to do was run and hide in my room.
"My name's Kiba, and like I was trying to say...", he was once again cut off by my father, who turned to me yelling. I was frightened by the fact that his attention was focused on me, and started to back up behind Kiba. Kiba place his hand securely on my arm, and gave a deep growl to my father. My father's eyes looked down to the contact between us, and he looked at me hatefully.
"Oh, I see what you were up to, you little slut!", he yelled at me accusingly. My eyes widened in shock, and a whimper escaped my lips. How could my own father say that about me? "You're just like that filthy mother of your, the little cock sucking bitch!" Tears began to stream down my face when he said this. Not because I was offended by the words, but because they were the truth. He was reminding me of how messed up my life was.
"That's enough!", Kiba roared once those words left my father's lips. He was now stalking towards him, and my father's eyes narrowed. "You will never talk to her like that!", his voice was becoming deeper and more gutteral.
"It's the truth, she's a little whore just like her mother, and I want her out! Her mother already left, so why should she stick around?", I was shocked by this. What did he mean my mother had left?
"She left?", I asked in a shaky voice. If my mother left, what did that leave me? A drunk father who apparantly didn't want me.
"Yeah, she left last night with that guy she's been fucking. About time to, all she ever did was bitch and complain.", He was now walking into the kitchen, grabbing for more of the whiskey he was drinking. I took in his appearance, mentally scoffing at how much of a joke he was. It looked like he hadn't showered or shaved in days, and his clothes were shabby and stained with sweat and food. It was such a pathetic sight, that all I could do was fall to my knees and start to cry.
Kiba turned around quicky once he heard my sobs and went to my side. "Hush,little one.", he said soothingly as he pet my hair,"You're coming back with me."
"Fine, take her. See if I care.", was all my father had to say as he stumbled from the kitchen into the living room and plopped down onto the couch.
Kiba gave my father one last growl before he looked down to me. His eyes were so tender that it only made me cry harder, I hated for people to pity me. He picked me up in his arms and shushed me as we walked back out the door, ignoring the strange looks from the neighbors. The last thing I remembered was him kissing my forehead before I fell asleep in his arms.
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The dark room where the head of the clan resided was full of red colored eyes. Every single member that was present had their attention focused on the heirs. The oldest stood tall as he faced his father, willing his brother to keep silent.
"Will you explain to me what went wrong yesterday, Itachi?", Fugaku Uchiha asked his eldest son in a cold tone. Said son just continued looking at him in the usual emotionless fashion.
"We were intercepted by the Inuzuka heir.", he replied calmly. He didn't even flinch at the angered look that crossed his father's face. He prided himself in that, never showing emotion.
"That is because you were foolish enough to enter their territory!", the clan head roared. He expected mishaps like this from others of the clan, but not Itachi.
"I know. She ran straight to them. It won't happen again."
"No, it won't. But now we have a problem.", Fugaku raised himself from where he sat at the head of the table. "She has been claimed as pack, but she is also our claimed prey."
"We claimed her first, so she is ours!", yelled one of the clan members.
"Yes,"Fugaku smirked,"which means more fun on our part." He paused as he searched the face of every member present. They were the clans top members, the most skilled hunters they had to offer.
"In retaliation, we will reclaim our prey.", he said.
"They will not just simply hand her over.", was Itachi's reply. A wide grin began to spread over his father's face as he looked him in the eye.
"Well then, I guess this means war."
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