A/N: What a depressed fool I've become. Ahh, wait, none of you care to hear me rant about my damned teenage life.
Either way, I truly have no excuse for not finishing this. It's not long...my apologies, readers. ^^'
I hope this makes up for it, cuz you're gonna see some SMEXY-
Disclaimer: Oh, the things I would do if the precious Naruto cast were mine...
Note: Italics are what actually happened, because I'm just nice like that and tell you guys stuff :3
Hinata was soft-spoken, gentle, shy. Kiba's dogs were not.
And the chaos began.
"Eek!" she screamed, tripping over her ankles as a huge greyhound trailed after her, eyes wide in innocence and tongue flailing about lazily from the corner of its mouth. Hinata flew to Hana's room, screaming a second time and shutting the door behind her. Soft whimpers and pawing could be heard from the other side, before a comforting voice soothed them. The next minute, Hana walked in, smiling at Hinata softly.
"Guess you're not really a dog type, neh?" She joked, before walking over to her soft bed and smoothing the sheets.
Hinata meekly nodded, kneading her fingers, before seating herself softly on the pile of sheets on the floor where she was to sleep. She decided it would've been better to just lie and tell her father that she had been out at a friend's house, rather than be dropped off by Kiba at 2 in the morning.
Hinata had calmed herself, before suddenly a tiny Chihuahua jumped out from beneath Hana's bed, snarling at Hinata violently. Hinata released a small shriek, while Hana looked nonchalantly over the edge.
"Oh." She laughed sheepishly. "Missed one." Picking it up with expert fingers, she tossed it lightly out the door. "Sorry bout that." Hinata ducked her head down and mumbled that it was alright.
Hana jumped backwards onto her bed and lay eagle-spread upon the bouncing mattress, staring up at the ceiling.
"So..." she began.
Hinata ran a hand up her goosebump covered arm. "So...?" she continued.
Hana sighed, running a hand through her mane of brown tresses. "What's up with you and Kiba?"
Hinata blinked at the question, before rearranging herself into a cross-legged position. "Nothing. He just...helped me, when I got lost."
Hana sat up and scratched her tattoo-covered cheek. "Where'd you end up?"
The Hyuuga girl merely swallowed with difficulty, finding an sudden interest in an uncommon tangle in her own hair. "I uh...just some...place."
Kiba's older sister chuckled. "How very specific. Either way, you shouldn't stay round those parts." Hinata perked up.
"Why..?" she inquired with curiousity.
Hana shook her head at Hinata's naivete. "You don't understand, Hinata. We're taking you in now, yes, but it doesn't make us good people. It doesn't necessarily make Kiba a good person." Hana paused as Hinata absorbed this, averting her gaze towards a photo on her nightstand, where she and her younger smiled at the camera from a few years back. "He hangs around the wrong places. The wrong people. And I do too. The fact he found you there, of all people, of all places, is just...well, it's just really weird, y'know?"
Hinata shook her head lightly. "But you've been so kind to me, it doesn't make sense. And if you know it's wrong, why do you still go?"
Hana's face turned grim, a misery filled smile gluing itself to her features. "Let's just say it kind of becomes an addiction." The Inuzuka girl looked down to hide the pain that erupted behind her eyes. When it calmed, she stared back towards Hinata, who, with her wide eyes and slightly ajar mouth, was everything she herself wasn't.
"You know, it's not the first time Kiba's saved someone." Hana said quietly.
Hinata suddenly froze. An indescribable emotion burst throughout her veins. "W-what?" she whispered disbelievingly.
"HANA, FOR KAMI'S SAKES, DON'T LEAVE THE TOOTHPASTE UNCAPPED!" Kiba's yelling interrupted their conversation.
"SHUT THE HELL UP, YA LITTLE PR-!" she responded shrilly, stopping herself before uttering anything obscene and too foul for Hinata's virgin ears, and then calming herself. "I love my little brother." She explained somewhat guiltily to a wide-eyed Hinata.
Hinata nodded stiffly, before settling herself on the sheets. Hana lay down on her bed, unfurling the blankets over her.
"We should really turn in, yeah?" Hana rolled over in her comfortable sweats and shut the light off, muttering a soft goodnight to Hinata.
Hinata rolled over in the dark, clutching the sheets close to her. "Good night." She breathed, inaudibly, back. As the night closed in around her, she was whisked back to that cramped void of despair Kisame had sent her to. She was careful to make sure no one picked up on the few tears spilling out her eyes.
Grey morning light came in even slants through the shades. These were barely visible from underneath Hinata's half lidded, thickly lashed eyes.
She was freezing.
Hinata didn't understand why. Hinata had deliberately asked Hana to close the window, and the older girl had kindly obliged. She had practically a den of blankets around her. It simply made no logical sense.
Something was tickling her feet. She was on something soft, unlike what she had slept on last night.
After pondering this for a few moments, Hinata decided pretending to be asleep was worth nothing, and allowed her pearl eyes to reveal themselves from beneath thick lashes.
Oh, the horror.
Kiba, in all of his masculine morning glory, lay on the floor, wrapped like a child in a thick blanket. His face was strangely innocent and soft as he slept, although Hinata hardly had time to consider this, as the only thought coursing through her half-coherent mind was,
He's not wearing a shirt.
Only partially drooling, mind you, Hinata managed to tear her gaze away from his sleeping form realize the soft thing tickling her feet was a snoozing dog, one she recognized, named Akamaru, or something?
She quickly diverted her gaze back to Kiba, and thought about the night before, but not before taking a good survey of his ripped chest. And with a stroke of daring, farther down to his abs.
A fierce blush overtook her, and she barely managed to conceal her giggle, before slowly coming to the conclusion she was in his bed, wearing Hana's oversized t-shirt and yoga shorts.
Kiba lay on his back, surprisingly not drooling as Hinata had imagined all men would, tiny smile pecked onto his lips with the sheets twirled around his waist. Hinata curled her cold legs up to her and wrapped her arms around legs, before thinking she could still escape before any…awkwardness ensued.
But of course, it seemed the forces above never seemed to favor Hinata in her times of need, and once again, they didn't disappoint her by gifting her with a sudden bout of clumsiness.
She tripped, face-first, right onto the carpet, over Kiba's sleeping form. Akamaru, with his ever-alert ears, heard her, and burst into a song of barks.
The wildly awake look Kiba sent towards Hinata was only mildly received, as she was already halfway out the door, covering her red nose and flushing with embarrassment.
Kiba blinked, before sending Akamaru a blank stare. The furry dog seemed to merely shrug at him, before tucking its head into the dent where Hinata just lay, snuggling into her trailed scent. He shook his head at Akamaru's abrupt taking to her.
Kiba stood up, only barely contemplating why he was on the floor and just twitching slightly at the thought as to why Hinata was in his room. The sheets fell around his feet and he quickly slipped on some loose shirt and sweats, before hurrying down the stairs to find Hinata.
"BRUSH YOUR TEETH, ASS! WE HAVE GODDAMN COMPANY OVER!"
"SCREW YOU!" Kiba screamed back, before pausing for a moment and adding on. "Hey Hana?"
"What?"
"I love you too."
Hana poked her head out of her bedroom, her long brown locks falling loosely around her shoulder. She shot him a smile. "I know."
Hinata, presently shivering nervously from her hiding spot in Hana's room, thankful to have avoided Kiba, could only blink at the intensely strange sibling relationship the two shared.
Hinata caught her breath as she leaned back in Hana's comfortable truck, similar to Kiba's beat up pickup. It was only by luck that she managed to convince Hana to take her home, instead of enduring the insufferably tense and somehow humid air that always seemed to mysteriously appear whenever Hinata was near Kiba.
This morning was certainly something she didn't want to think about, although it still confused her how she ended up in his room.
Perhaps he carried her there? But why?
…Oh god.
No way Kiba would do something that despicable, right? He was a teenage boy, but even so…Hinata should've remembered something from it. She should've at least mildly sensed, known, what was going on.
No, she had to get those thoughts of her head. It was just Kisame, and his slimy hands roaming across her body. Not Kiba.
It was just something about him. Some sort of safety in Kiba. Perhaps not a 'good' guy, but not a 'bad' guy, either. He was just Kiba, and for all Hinata knew, he was just an intense, strong person, who had something bubbling beneath the surface, something strangely mysterious and subtly beautiful, something she had been able to peek at momentarily. As short as it was, she was grateful.
As they pulled further into the city, near Tenten's penthouse, where she had been asked to be dropped off (even in the morning, being dropped off by Tenten would look much better than by Hana) so at least she could tell someone what happened the night previous, Hinata felt herself dozing off, and with it, all her determination for discovering last night's events.
And as Hinata awoke with a start, drenched in cold sweat, sheets plastered to her trembling legs and hands, she kicked them away, feeling incredibly cold and yet suffocated at the same time.
Every time, every single damned time, she closed her eyes, it was just the strange man, in the foreign alley way, cracked lighting askew across her face. It was nothing but the dancing shadows about the cul-de-sac, nothing but Hinata and her quiet fear, and the silent scream from her mouth as Kisame just drew closer, closer, and the light closed farther and farther in…
At that point, Hinata realized she just couldn't fall asleep, not even with Hana's soft snores as her lullaby. No amount of soft mutterings and warm milk could soothe her frightful heart.
Without thinking, overcome by sleep, and deadened by the indigo of night, Hinata stood and expertly maneuvered her thin frame through the crack of the door.
Even with half-lidded eyes, she managed to avoid stepping on the multiple canines lying peacefully upon the floor, each of their heads rested comfortably on their paws.
Hinata pushed the door to Kiba's room open.
It was so freaking late.
I usually slept like a baby; in fact, the only thing that could usually get me awake in the morning was a prompt slap from Hana after a supposed ten minutes of attempting to wake me.
I told Hinata, in the car, to not think about it. I told her I'd take care of it.
…But…where the hell was I supposed to start?
My blood froze at the mere thought of Kisame. Some peculiar concoction of blended negativity stirred beneath my pounding heart. My anger, my overwhelming fury, when I saw Kisame, in all of his filthy gore, running his hands up and down Hinata, as the tears streaked down her face, muttering some sickening lover's nothing into her ear. And the hesitance, and overall fear, as I came up to stop him.
I couldn't go too far. Not like last time.
I could only be grateful when he fell unconscious, and nothing more, to the ground.
Something hot, instinctive, animal, rose up in me, as I stepped over his body, covered in the muck of the street alleys, otherwise known as my second home, and grabbed Hinata's pristine hand and dragged her away.
She didn't belong here.
And now what?
Should I go back and kill him? No, far too risky. But who knows what he'd do if I didn't? Kisame was infamous round those parts, the places I always hung around. I'd be screwed over.
And Hinata…it still baffled me how she somehow got pulled into the equation.
And suddenly, a disturbance by my door. I sat bolt upright, glaring at the intruder, to see the pale, petite, ghostly form of Hinata, walking in like a dead man...or er...woman, considering her visible, ahem, 'body'.
I blinked. "Hinata?"
She just walked over to my bed, and collapsed on top of me. I let out a small gasp of surprise, before staring down at her, concerned. I leaned back on my palms and lowered in to her head, while her glossy hair fanned out behind her across the back of her slim neck. She knelt at the foot of my bed, dropping her head upon my legs.
I noticed her shoulders shaking and a layer of sweat across the back of her neck. And I felt dampness on my knee, where her face was buried over the blanket. A sudden sob only confirmed my fears.
It was far too complicated for us, for me, to think about, and to recount, but either way, I just placed my hands around her freezing cold form and pulled her under the blanket, tucking her head into the crook of my neck.
It just seemed right at the time. Something any guy friend should've done for a scared girl, right?
Right…
The door the penthouse creaked open. Tenten, garbed in a strange mishmash of some unknown rock band t-shirt and bright yellow sweats, yawned and muttered some curse to whoever had the nerve to wake her before 12, before she saw Hinata, dressed in clothes that weren't hers, hair a positive mess, nose and cheeks tinted a slight rouge of threatening fever, poking her index fingers together.
"…Hi?" she greeted feebly.
Tenten blinked, before grabbing her friend's arm firmly and shoving her into the penthouse.
"You got some 'splaining to do." She joked, but the glint in her eyes said otherwise.
Hinata only gulped.
A/N: Terribly short, I am aware. School has started and, hey, we all have lives. Maybe we all should focus more on schoolwork, neh?
...NAHHHH.
Either way, I hope you enjoyed this little 'filler' chapter of sorts, although we did get a little peek of a smexy Kiba, as promised. :D
Review please, no flames.
-silver