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Blame it on Youth
Chapter 4: Flaming Red
Sakura's head fell back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head; she let out another raspy moan. The air grew heavy, and suddenly the kunoichi had hard time breathing. It probably had to do something with the hot, half-naked man, who was currently aggressively sucking on the sensitive skin below her ear.
"Kiba-" Sakura began her thought with hazed eyes, but was soon cut off by the actions of her ex-boyfriend.
The kunoichi's mouth fell open in silent scream, when Kiba bit down suddenly, breaking the skin on her neck, and letting his fangs rest in place, as her blood started dripping out of the wound. The tanned man started possessively licking the wound, as if apologizing for any pain he may have caused.
It was rather painful, Sakura noted, as the dull pain shot through her system, but considering her agonizing moments in battles throughout her ninja career, this pain level was laughable, and moreover, in this aroused state, Sakura felt only rapture, when his fangs sunk in.
Kiba often bit her during their coupling. Hickeys and love bits were all part of his sexual expression. The tingling discomfort that followed such acts, only intensified the pleasure Sakura was experiencing.
The peak of ecstasy was when Kiba would bite down on her, during her climax, when her body was most sensitive, most vulnerable. Such pleasure would rake through her body, that she would begin to sob, and claw down on Kiba's back or bicep or whatever she could get her hands on.
Kiba would often express his delight at this reaction, and afterwards, when they both bathed in the afterglow of their love-making, he would describe in detail, sometimes in too much detail, what Sakura looked like in that moment, and what she was doing. The medic ninja would always turn crimson red at his coarse words, and proceeded to punch him through a wall. The dog nin, who always found her aggressiveness and strength extremely arousing, and would then pounce at her, to begin their naughty activities again.
Sakura started to sob in frustration, as this single bite brought back all those memories of their heated nights. Her grip on his hair tightened, to a point where Kiba grunted in discomfort, and as if punishing her, he slapped her ass hard.
"Naughty bitch." Kiba mumbled, as Sakura whimpered.
Hearing her cry out, his callous hands grabbed her rear tighter as he hosted her form further up the wall, and his own body moved lower, his tongue trailing down, leaving glistening train of saliva down her septum.
"Ohhhhh…Kiba…"
The shinobi, long gone, just growled back at her and let his instincts carry him. One of his hands rushed up to grasp her breast tightly, and squeezing it roughly, earning another loud sob from the woman under him.
He was merciless, and he took what he wanted, what belonged to him, and what he has been denied for so long.
"You are my, bitch, my only." Kiba uttered harshly under his breath, as his head dipped low to play with the skin just above her breasts, leaving angry red marks all over her skin. His second hand came up to join the hand that was violently kneading her breast, and started tearing the buttons of her blouse off clumsily, as he desperate tried to make contact with her bare skin.
Sakura suddenly became very aware of what she was doing, and whom she was doing it with.
"You know what? Fuck this shit. I thought by telling you 'I loved you' you'd be all happy, on your knees sucking my dick, but it looks like shit like that doesn't work any more does it?" he said bluntly.
Sakura exploded. She tightened her fist and dashed forward, aiming to kill
"Fuck you Inuzuka! You can go to hell"!
The memories of their breakup rushed to her head, as her sensible, ninja sense kicked in.
'Extinguish the flame before it swallows you whole.' Sakura's inner whispered, as the kunoichi momentary lost herself in Kiba's impudent ministrations.
"Stop…" Sakura mumbled hastily, meaning completely lost in her soft tone, as she finally composed her mind and identified her duty to stop these actions, for her sake and his.
Kiba completely oblivious to her words, finally managed to rip off enough of the blouse's buttons to pull it down, off of her shoulders and let his hands manically roam across her bra-covered chest.
His touch was barbaric, rushed and somewhat clumsy. He was like a child that had waited days patiently to open his Christmas gift, only to tear the carefully wrapped thing apart.
His gropes were no longer budding with pleasure as Sakura gasped at a sudden rush of pain.
"Kiba!" she hissed in warning.
He brushed her hissing off, and instead moved his head back to the supple skin above her chest, and with wet kisses, started moving his way up to her head, presumably her mouth.
'Oh, no you don't.' Sakura thought spitefully, as she dragged her fingernails, from his scalp down the sides of his face, infusing them with chakra, she could already see blazing red marks on his face.
Kiba's head snapped up in shock, and his widened eyes stared at her for just a few seconds before the open mouth turned into an evil smirk, and in a flash of an eye Sakura was turned around and roughly shoved against the wall, with her backside completely pressed up against the aroused man.
"I don't remember you being this much of a wildcat, Sakura." Kiba whispered dangerously into her ear, his hot breath meeting her burning skin. One of his hands was holding her tightly around her waist, while the other was clutching her shoulder.
"Kiba, get off of me." Sakura whimpered, her confidence lost, when she felt his throbbing member against her lower back, clearly demonstrating his desire for her.
"But Sakura, I'm not satisfied yet, and I can smell that neither are you." The dog nin continued playfully, as his hot little tongue darted out to play with the shell of her ear.
"That's irrelevant. We are not together anymore, so we can't be doing these things and besides-"
Sakura's sentence was cut off, as one of Kiba's larger hands travelled south and up her skirt, into her panties and with a rough thrust, inserted one of his long fingers completely into her drenched warmth. The kunoichi cried out, hands bracing against the wall desperately trying to regain the control she felt earlier. Sakura has been so aroused, and so desperate for the past three months that this simple act already had her knees wobbling, and she wondered if it was possible that she would come all over his hand just like that.
"God Sakura, you are so tight, so hot and so very wet for me." Kiba whispered arrogantly.
Sakura's mind was spinning in mindless circles, all she could focus on was that finger, deliciously deep inside her, and that hot breath on her ear, and that voice…
'That's enough, Sakura.' Inner Sakura hissed frantically, 'Stop it, now.'
Sakura still stood there, sandwiched between the wall and the panting man, her mind was still fuzzy, but suddenly her intent was clear. In a matter of a second, she gathered chakra into her entire forearm, and swiftly turning around, she elbowed Kiba in his stomach, sending him flying across room, through the wall. Sakura let out a sigh of relief, finally regaining her posture, she stared at the wall, but clouds of dust have gathered around it, blocking Sakura's vision. She just assumed Kiba ended up on the porch outside of his room.
Suddenly feeling guilty, she quickly moved to it, and as the dust began to settle she spotted an unmoving body, about 20 meters away from the porch she thought he would end up on, slumped against the wooden fence, that enclosed the entire Inuzuka compound.
'Maybe, I used a little more than necessary.' Sakura thought angrily, as she made her way towards the beaten up man. He slouched against the surface of the fence, which she noted was now cracked exactly at the spot where Kiba was leaning against it. His head hung low, and his heavy breath moved his entire torso.
'At least he still breathing.'
"Kiba." Sakura said firmly, hand reaching out for his face. Suddenly a much bigger, tan hand came up and stopped hers. Sakura jerked back in surprise. Her head snapped down in even a bigger shock when she heard low chuckle coming from the dog nin.
"My, my," Kiba looked up, her eyes by habit, already searching his face for all his injuries. She had a sudden urge to heal all the wounds, because seeing Kiba's face so distorted made her heart cringe, "You certainly haven't lost any of your spirit, eh?"
She slapped him again.
"You idiot! Why can't you control yourself! Look what you've made me do!" Sakura screamed at him, standing up, she pointed her small finger at him, "When I say 'stop', I fucking mean 'stop'!"
"See, that logic wouldn't make sense three months ago." Kiba smirked, "Because when you used to say stop, it always meant keep go-" Kiba's witty remark was cut short, as a raspy cough erupted from him. He clutched his rib, and wheezed in pain.
"Shit, Did I break your rib?" Sakura wondered as she bent down, her hands already glowing in green chakra, examining the wound. Her brows furrowed in concentration, as she started pumping her chakra into his system.
Kiba relaxed, as the pleasant, cool feeling of her medical chakra took over. Now that he wasn't in such torturous pain, he took his time to examine her face. She had her trademark, focused face, he always admired. Kiba swore this woman was bipolar, because she could go from a smiling child, to a raging devil and then end up like this, an entirely serious officer.
His thoughts were interrupted when suddenly her face snapped up, her eyes wide in shock, and her mouth open, but evidently lost for words.
"What is it?" Kiba mumbled growing tired of her silence.
"Do you take steroids?"
"What? No, why would I do?" Kiba grinned, "I'm a perfectly healthy male as you can see."
"Then…how?" Sakura removed her hands, examining her own palms.
"Sakura?"
"I've detected abnormal levels of testosterone in your blood, but by abnormal I mean at least 100 times larger amount than the average." Sakura dropped her hands in defeat, her face meeting his, "How is that even humanly possible?"
"Well, I'm extremely masculine." Kiba snickered, suddenly feeling very good after her treatment, "Oh, don't be so surprised Sakura, I'm sure you've seen more abnormal things in your life a medical ninja."
"Yeah, but even before, your levels surely were above the average, but not by this much!" Sakura exclaimed, panic in her voice. No wonder Kiba was acting like an animal, uncontrollable and wild, his system was – is, completely clogged up by hormones. The thing that truly puzzled Sakura was how he achieved these high levels, and how he had managed to appear so normal.
"Sakura, are you okay? You look very pale."
Kiba's voice snapped her back into reality.
"Oh-yes. I just…" Sakura trailed off, still amazed at her new discovery, "It explains everything! Well, more or less."
"What do you mean?" The shinobi scratched his head in confusion.
"Testosterone is a steroid hormone, more precisely a principal male sex hormone-"
"Yeah, Sakura, I know," Kiba interrupted smugly, "It ensures I have a big dick."
"Shut up and listen!" Sakura yelled as her hand momentarily met Kiba's cheek, leaving an angry red mark.
"Ow! Damn it Sakura!"
"As, I was saying," she started, eyeing Kiba dangerously, awaiting another interruption from him. When she assured herself he would stay quiet, she continued, "Testosterone is a principal male sex hormone and an anabolic steroid, meaning it is responsible for the development of male characteristics, like you said, for example penis growth, but there are other…adverse effects of this steroid."
"Such as?" Kiba mumbled, not really interested in what Sakura was saying, because he started to take note of his growing erection again, and her scent.
"Besides all the internal damage, such as the damage of the immune system, blood pressure, harmful changes in cholesterol levels, liver damage…there are psychiatric effects." Sakura, now completely engrossed in her own words, continued, "Aggression, violence, hysteria, even hypomania and hypersexuality."
Sakura has finally caught Kiba's attention, and he wasn't sure if he liked it.
"Do you see Kiba? You are basically supposed to act like a wild, hostile animal with an extreme sex-drive."
"You got that right." Kiba murmured as he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. She fell on top of his lap, and he wasted on time in attacking her lips and running his hands down the sides of her body.
"N-no…" Sakura whimpered, 'Not this time.' She thought as she swiftly placed both of her hands on his hips, and pushed chakra down to his groin. His erection immediately disappeared.
"What did you do?" Kiba yelled horrified, staring at his now limp member.
"Relax, I just calmed you down, so we could talk." Sakura remarked, trying hard not to stare at his shirtless torso, which still made her needy. She quickly got off his perfect frame, "I think these enormous levels of hormones that are pumping through you have to do with your attack at Kirume, and I think we can figure out how to stop it, with this new information."
Something in Kiba snapped, his eyes suddenly narrowed and he clenched his teeth, baring his sharp fangs.
"Look Sakura, I'm sorry about what happened in the hospital, but it won't happen again, I can assure you of that." The shinobi said as he stood up slowly, still aware of his many injuries he had accumulated during the day.
"But how do you know that? You don't even remember it, so how can you make sure that-"
"Oh, and you know?" Kiba snapped at her, his face suddenly very dangerously close to her, but not in the same manner as before. Sakura took a step back, not out of fear, on the contrary, so she could stand her own ground. This didn't go unnoticed by the dog nin. When will she ever be afraid of him?
"Well no, but I want to! I want to figure this out and help you!"
"Why would I need your help? Why would you want to help me?" Kiba's face darkened, "You dumped me remember? Like trash, and never looked back."
The words stung. 'That's not true.' Sakura thought miserably.
"So why are you wasting your time here with me? You should be at your perfect little hospital, where everyone kisses the ground you walk on!" he barked at her. How dare she stand in front of him, demanding him to give her his time? She kicked him away, she treated him like dirt, she had plagued his mind, she had made him suffer in the past three months, and now she shows up at his door, making him lose control, lose his pride, and for what? So she could lecture him?
"Kiba, listen I-"
"Get out."
His words were cold, perhaps even colder than the words he spoke on the day of their breakup.
"You're a fool." Sakura uttered, her fists clenching, "I just want to help you. As one shinobi to another, why can't you acknowledge that? Why do you have to make things to personal?"
"Don't make me laugh, Sakura. You are not a shinobi anymore." Kiba actually sniggered, "You've chosen to be the Tsunade's bitch a long time ago, and now you've moved on to be a fucking slave for the entire council. While all of your friends, are out there everyday, putting their lives on the line for the safety and well being of everyone in the village, you sit in that little office of yours, and sign a paper or two. I'm sure you feel mighty proud of yourself. "
Sakura blinked away a tear that was threating to slide down her cheek. She wouldn't cry for him, she wouldn't give him that pleasure of seeing her break down.
"You think you know everything, don't you?" The medic ninja said, still clenching and unclenching her fists. "You think you know how everything works?"
"Of course I don't." Kiba retorted, "I didn't sell my soul for a meaningless title, that was you, remember?"
"You don't understand." Sakura looked down, avoiding his gaze. It was starting to burn. "You were born into a title, your destiny was laid out for you, even before you came to this world. You were given all your responsibilities from the very beginning, to lead your clan, to uphold family honor, to protect the village in the name of the great Inuzuka." Sakura's head shook, at this point Kiba wasn't sure if she was talking to him, or just herself, but then she finally lifted her head, and looked him straight into the eyes.
"You know what I was born into? A meek life of a civilian." Sakura smiled, but her eyes still told tales of hatred, "I had to make the sacrifices your ancestors did for your family decades ago, and if you must know, I'm proud. I'm very proud of myself."
"Well, I'm glad everything is working out for you then." Kiba returned the fake smile, "So you may leave, if you are not here to fuck that is, because I smell the need all over you."
Sakura cringed on the inside. Damn that Inuzuka nose. He was going throw that into her face now? Too bad for him, she knew how to play him.
"That maybe true, but the need I have is certainly not for you." The pink haired woman smirked.
"Surely, that didn't seem to be the case five minutes ago." To prove his point, angered at her audacity, Kiba brought the finger that no doubt was inside her just moments ago, to his mouth and sucked on it, devouring it, he eyed Sakura's reaction. The kunoichi made a point not to move a muscle.
"You'll never touch me again, Inuzuka." She growled her voice dripping in venom, "And if you really don't want my help, then have it your way, but I'll have you know if it wasn't for me, you'd be facing the council at the moment, beginning for mercy, like a dog."
"Well that's me isn't it?" Kiba smirked.
"But, Inuzuka, mark my words, you step out of line again, you'll face the punishment, and in the power of Tsunade's bitch, I'll make sure it reflects the crime myself." Sakura snapped, and in that moment she disappeared in white cloud of cherry blossom petals.
Kiba stared at the spot, his ex-girlfriend stood at just a moment ago.
Her disrespect was down right irritating.
God, this woman was so exasperating. How dare she talk to him like that? How dare she imply she will fuck someone else?
'What? Not that again!' Kiba thought angrily, at the fact that he was back to thinking sexually of her.
He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when a strong, low, feminine voice roared through the area.
"Kiba Inuzuka! What the hell is going on!"
He turned around and immediately paled, it was his mother, and she was making her way incredible fast towards him.
"Mother!" he greeted her, making sure to coat his voice with as much honey as possible, "How are y-"
Tsume, ignoring his words, grasped his neck and showed him aggressively.
"You miss a clan meeting, and now I find you destroying my house!?" she barked at him angrily. Kiba gulped, and stared at the giant hole in the wall of his room. Tsume followed his eyes, and fumed. She snapped back at him, "You better have a damn good excuse for this!"
"Mother…" Kiba tried to answer, but he had a hard time breathing, as his mother was squeezing his windpipe immensely.
Suddenly Tsume's nose flared, as she took in the scent around them. 'Not good.' Kiba thought helplessly.
"Haruno!" Tsume exclaimed, finally dropping Kiba to the floor, "Where is that little bitch?"
Tsume never took liking of Sakura. Kiba never truly understood why, Sakura was just like his mother, and he knew his mother only acknowledged strong, powerful kunoichi, exactly like Tsunade, and without a doubt Sakura. Yet, she always acted spiteful towards her. Hana told him once, it was because Sakura threatened Tsume, and Tsume viewed her as a female that could possible challenge her for the title of the alpha female. Kiba always dismissed this, because when Sakura was around his mother she always acted kind and sweet. Maybe that was why Tsume never like her, she wanted her to be aggressive. Either way, when they broke up, his mother's dislike defiantly grew and every time someone just mentioned the name Sakura, she would flare up and fume until everyone around her hid in fear.
Kiba slowly rose to his feet.
"She's gone." He mumbled, scratching his aching neck.
"God, I swear, when I find that little bitch, I will kill her."
Kiba rolled his eyes at his mother, not because he didn't believe her. He knew she would almost certainly attack Sakura with the intent to kill, it was more because of the fact that he heard Tsume utter that line hundred of time. It became just a habit for him to react like that, plus he had a nagging feeling, Sakura would pound Tsume to the ground, but there was no way he would mention anything like that to his mother.
"So… the clan meeting?" Kiba asked, "What did I miss?"
Tsume raised her eyebrow, crossing her hands over her chest, she stomped her feet.
"How old are you Kiba?"
"Uh...22." Kiba answered, unsure.
"When are you turning 23?"
"Uhh…in three weeks." Kiba replied softly, not liking her increasingly irritated tone one bit.
Tsume rolled her eyes, at her son that was evidently still not catching on.
"What happens to the child of the alpha at the age of 24?" his mother stomped her foot.
"He becomes the alpha." Kiba smiled, sheepishly. That's right, he was almost the clan leader wasn't he? Sweet.
"And what happens a year before that, when the said child is 23?" Tsume focused he eyes on her son, awaiting a response. Kiba just stared at her. He had absolutely no idea.
"Ummm…he throws a big party?" Kiba grinned.
"You big idiot!" Tsume screamed, as she smacked him across the head, "How are you supposed to lead this clan, if you aren't even aware of all your deadlines!"
"Deadlines?" Kiba whimpered, clutching his head.
His mother suddenly, leaped at him, clutching his shoulders, she pulled him towards her and in a blink of a moment he found himself standing in the Inuzuka meeting hall. Kiba untangled himself from his mother's rough grasp and tried to stabilize his shaky stance.
"Damn it ma! You know I hate the teleportation jutsu!"
"And I hate that my son doesn't know shit about his responsibilities! Tsume yelled back at him. Kiba stood there, taken back at his mother's words.
"Mother…" Kiba started, not quite sure what he planned to say, "I'm sorry…you are right, I need to take more responsibility, if I am to lead the clan in a year."
"You know I believe in you, more than anyone." Tsume replied, smiling, ruffling Kiba's hair playfully.
"That's…reassuring?"
She hit him instinctively, "Of course it is you idiot! Mother always knows best."
Kiba sighed.
"So, what was the deadline thing you were talking about?"
"Huh?" Tsume looked at her son, surprised. "Oh, right." She moved back, to stand in front of a massive wall, with many shelves, all the way to the ceiling, all stacked up with various scrolls, and books.
"When the child of the alpha, reaches the age of 23, he is to confirm his maturity and thus use the coming year, to prepare for his or her new position." Tsume spoke, as her hand travelled across one of the shelves, fingers grazing each scroll, and book in their path.
"Confirm my maturity?" Kiba wondered out loud, "What do you mean?"
"It is very simple Kiba, really-ah! Here it is!" Tsume exclaimed happily as she grasped the said scroll, and brought it down. She moved to the large, round table in the middle of the room, and spread the scroll out.
"To validate your maturity, you are to mate your blood bound, to officially enter adulthood, and use the coming year to bind yourself entirely to your mate, and together, get ready to lead the clan, as an alpha couple. Tsume spoke calmly, as she studied the scroll.
"My what?" Kiba gaped at shock.
Tsume looked up, face as passive as ever. "Your blood bound. A female you have been bounded to with blood since birth." She cocked her head at one side, "Do you seriously, not know any of the clan's traditions?"
"I…I mean, yeah the whole mate thing by the age of 23 sounds familiar," Kiba scratched his chin in thought, "but a blood bound…? Nope doesn't ring a bell."
"Well, I'll ring it for you." Tsume said sourly, as she motioned for Kiba to come closer, "Look, here's her name, bound to yours on this scroll."
Kiba came closer, to inspect the scroll. There, right in the middle was sort of ying-yang shaped circle, made of what seemed to be two blood stains, meeting in the center, and above this circle, there were two names, written again in blood. He immediately recognized his name, but his throat grew dry at the sight of the name next to his.
Hyuuga Hinata
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It was late, the sun had set and the temperature dropped.
Sakura sat on his roof, quietly. She knew he would sense her presence, he probably sensed it already, when she was just travelling here. She was sitting right above his window, and waited, her pink haired ruffled by the wind, and her cold stare weakened by the strong gushes of air.
Suddenly he was sitting behind her. His strong legs on either side of her small frame, his callous hand on her waist, bringing her closer to him. She leaned against, settling her head just below his chin, her body resting on his muscled torso. She suddenly felt very small.
One of his hands grasped her shaking hand, holding.
"Sakura-chan, what's wrong?" his asked gently, leaning his head down to hers, so he could hear above the sound of the wind.
"Am I really a bad person, Naruto?"
The blonde stiffened, squeezing her hand tightly, his breath rasped.
"Why would you even think that?" he growled, angry.
"I don't know…I just-"
"Kiba." Naruto uttered, as if he figured out something big. The kunoichi winced. Yes, it was Kiba. It was always Kiba. She felt Naruto grasp on her waist tightened, as he brought her closer to his chest. She could feel his steady heartbeat, against her back, and it reassured her of his strong life force. It reassured her that he would be there for her. He always was.
She knew she didn't deserve him. She realized that a long time ago. He had loved her for more than a decade now, and she never returned his love. Instead she would chase around other boys, and after getting hurt, she would come back to him for comfort, because he was the only one that would always welcome her. Why did he let her do this to him?
"Sakura."
His strong voice brought her back from her thoughts.
"He doesn't deserve you, and he most certainly does not deserve your tears." He muttered, his thumb grazing her knuckles lovingly.
Sakura didn't even realize she was crying, until she tasted her own salty tears on her lips. That's when her vision broke, and she wailed.
"Damn you, Naruto." She whispered accusatory between her sobs, as he clutched her closer to him. Holding her tight, he whispered, "Shhhhh…Sakura, please. Please tell me everything."
So she did, and she could only stare at fascination at his attentive face as she spoke of everything that has broken her down over the past three months.
