Her breath came out in short puffs, her lips inching upwards to meet his once more. His deep chuckles vibrating against her throat, placing light feather kisses along her jaw in a teasing way. Discarded clothes littered her bedroom floor as she tried to anticipate his next move. Must he always tease her?

Rated M

Sadly I don't own Naruto

Candles in the Sun

Can I Trust You

Her body racked with laughter, her forehead touching his as her dark hair formed a veil around them. Her slanted ivory eyes crinkled at the corners in blissful amusement, her hands grasping his wrists. He seemed oblivious to her tiny hands, his fingers still tickling her abdomen. Her laughter illuminated the room, her lithe body trying to squirm free of his assault.

"K-Kiba-kun s-stop…I-I can't breathe—" Her statement was cut short by her sweet laughter, her body lying flat against his. A small smile laced his mouth as he watched her thrash against him. His original plan had been to take her innocence, have her nails biting into his back as he ravished her over and over but, somehow, he couldn't do it.

Once they entered his room he could feel just how nervous she was being semi naked before him, scratching through each drawer in search of a clean shirt for her. He had settled with giving her the shirt off his back, liking the way the shirt seemed to swallow her. She loosened up instantly once she was covered, letting him pull her flush against him as he lifted her into the air. Her fingers were curled into his brown locks as he twirled her around in his arms, the soft sound of her laughter tickling his ears.

He decided then that he loved her laughter. He wanted, needed…no craved to hear more of it

"Hinata-chan I want to know more about you," Her laughter ebbed away, ivory clashing against ebony. "The things Naruto knows, the sides that you only let him see…I want to see. I want to know that Hinata." She leaned back as her gaze averted from him. His bare torso felt cold from the lack of her warmth, his head ducking to catch her eyes again.

A light flush danced over her pale cheeks as he leant onto his elbows, his hands cupping her face. She could do nothing but stare into the dark eyes of her boyfriend, catching the downward turn of his mouth. "Is it so wrong to want to know more about you?"

"N-No," A small sigh escaped her plump lips. "I'm not the type of person you think I am Kiba-kun." Hid hold on her face slackened, his scowl deepening.

"We all make mistakes in life Hinata, nobody's life is exactly perfect," Lying back against the soft folds of the comforter, he jerked her down along with him. Her face meshed into the nape of his neck as her hands clutched his sides. "Making mistakes is a part of life. Its ok if your aren't perfect, I would be more worried if you were."

"No!" Pressing her hands to his broad chest, she lifted herself back into a sitting position. "I'm n-nothing like those other females you usually go for. I-I can't just throw myself at you and openly be affectionate. I don't even know why you chose me when there were other girls pledging their undying love for you," Her eyes left his as her arms wrapped around herself. "I'm just a girl you save on the morning train, I never even noticed you before. I-I'm not even sure—" She was silenced by a pair of familiar lips on her own. Her insides felt on fire as she melted into the kiss, her hands clutching at his wrists as he cradled her head.

His fingers found their way to her soft hair, her head tilting into his touch. She purred delightfully as his fingers massaged her scalp. They soon pulled apart as their lungs burned for oxygen, Kiba resting his forehead against hers as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes, hooded with lust, glanced up to her lightly bruised lips, aching to kiss her again. He knew he would eventually have to answer all of the questions Hinata berated him with but for now, all he truly wanted to do was cuddle her against him.

He wasn't usually the type to cuddle a woman, keeping them at bay after a sexual encounter, but with Hinata he felt the urge to touch, kiss, hug and hold her close every chance he got. He craved to see that dark flush seep over her cheeks whenever he kissed her, her light moans when he nipped at her jaw, the beautiful smile whenever he nuzzled his face into the nape of her neck.

They had been together only three days and yet…she had him wide open, wanting to spend every second of the day wrapped up in her warmth. A small smirk lifted his mouth.

"You talk too much Hinata-chan,"

"B-But—"

"I'm with you because you're different, because you don't throw yourself at me. I don't deserve someone as kind-hearted as you…you shouldn't be here, with me. You should…go home."

"K-Kiba-kun," She felt him lift her up from sitting over him, tossing her onto the other side of the bed. Trying to compose herself, she watched as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed. His elbows rested against his knees as his hands tugged at his brown locks angrily.

He could feel his inner demons taunting him, his fangs gritting as his shoulders stiffened. He had to tell her the truth. It was eating him alive how this mind game worked so easily on her. He just couldn't do this to her. She was better than a one night romp.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he shrugged off her hand, the small touch making him feel even filthier than he already was. Hadn't he hurt enough women to end this silly mind game? Hinata had done nothing wrong, just treated him with affection that was never given to him as a child. The warmth that he craved from her, he feared, the way her eyes would watch him fondly was unfamiliar.

Love was unfamiliar.

He knew he would only hurt her in the long run if they stayed together playing this charade. A low growl slipped through his gritted teeth, feeling the bed sink beneath her weight as she crawled over to him.

"K-Kiba—"

"Hinata, you wanna know why I asked you to be my girlfriend," He peered over to her from his fingers, his brown slits empty of any true emotion. "You wanna know why I took you on a date?"

"A-ah,"

"It was all a part of my plan really. Keh, you were an easy target and I figured you would be an easy lay."

"A-an e-easy…lay?"

"Yes, I don't care for your feeling really, I did all of this for my own personal gain," His upper body facing her, that taunting cheeky grin held his lips. "I wanted to hurt you." His heart thumped painfully as hurt and confusion flashed briefly across her face. His hands itched to pull her to him and tell her he didn't mean any of it.

Betrayal shimmered in her ivory eyes, letting him know he had lost any rights to touch her, his hands balling into fist. Her face felt hot as she tried to squint away tears, her teeth worrying over her trembling lip. She felt as if her body was nailed in place, her emotions flooding over her confidence as tears fell freely from her sullen eyes.

"I-I guess you use this trick on every female that interests you at school too."

"Yes." No.

"Getting me to like you was just a…a game to you?"

"Yes." At first. He knew what he had with Hinata at this point was something indescribable. Love wasn't the word and it was too soon to like her and yet they had a connection. She was the closest thing to stable, everything feeling perfect whenever she was with him. He watched as she swiped at her face, his facade slowly crumbling as she rose from his bed in an angry rush.

This was for the best. She didn't need someone like him with inner turmoil, excess baggage, women issues, and demons manifesting with in him in her life. He had too many flaws, too much hatred buried in his heart for her.

"Where are my clothes?" She began scrambling around the room, tossing discarded books and clothes around in a mad rush.

"Wait Hinata, you should let me—" He rose, grasping her upper arm to hoist her up. She in turn slapped away his arm, animalistic rage within the depths of her cold gaze. "Let you what? Make fun of me some more?! Use your games to have your way with me? I don't need you to do anything for me." Bumping pass the stunned Inuzuka, Hinata stormed out of the room, the front door soon slamming in her wake.

Slumping back onto his unmade bed, he threw an arm over his head. He knew she would never pas a fleeting glance in his direction; she was gone out of his life. It was for the best, he kept telling himself, groaning into his pillow. The smell of lilies surrounded him as he buried his face deeper into the soft surface.

If it was for the best, why was his heart still aching for her?

Hinata felt herself being dragged down the long halls of the Hyuga compound by one of the many housekeepers, ignoring the maids' that rambled on about what she had on. Her mind was hazy with the things Kiba told her just an hour ago, anger flashing briefly over her face. He used her, for his own personal gain? What could he gain from humiliating her? She let the one of the female maids worry over the clothes sagging off her small form as the housekeeper led her to the main bathroom.

She barely could make out what the elderly woman was telling her as she was shoved rather roughly into the bathroom with a new set of clothes in her arms. Hinata was still fuddling over Kiba's confession, her heart slowly cracking with each thought of the lying Inuzuka. It was all a game to him, the sweet caresses, those smiling brown eyes that watched her with adoration, down to the jealousy she thought he had of Naruto.

She pressed herself against the tiled wall as she lifted the night gown to get a better look at it. The small sunflowers along the waistline caught her gaze, clutching the frail material to her chest. Her nose wove into the soft material as she inhaled the all too familiar fragrance, her eyes slowly closing.

This nightgown was her mother's. Visions of her mother's protective arms wrapping around her filled her mind, meshing the frail nightgown against her face as she tried in vain to block out the memories. Angry tears brimmed the corners of her eyes as flashes of her mothers' smiling face, scolding voice, loving slanted ivory eyes imprinted her mind.

Her mother, glowing in the beginning stage of pregnancy, her hands cradling the lower portion of her abdomen, was the last good memory she had of the woman. The woman was always smiling, pampering her and her sister with motherly love. Hinata had taken the affection for granted, never imagining one day that the woman she adored more than anything in the world, would leave her.

She remembered the day her mother died; the sky coloring a pretty blue as the clouds stretched far over the mountains.

She and Hanabi had been counting the different shapes each cloud shifted into, awaiting their mothers' return from the Land of Earth a few train stops away. Their mother would go days on in traveling to different towns being that she was a nurse, bringing her children tiny knickknacks upon her return.

Today would be the day of her return, both Hinata and Hanabi perched against the porch waiting her arrival. "Oneechan, what do you think mother's bringing this time? It's probably Strawberry Daifuku, waaaaah Orange Kanten Jelly." Hanabi closed her eyes in sudden delight as she clasped her hands together over her chest.

"It would be nice if she brought Coffee Jelly this time, I think she's beginning to spoil us with all these sweets, ne?" Hinata rested her chin in her open palms as she rested flat onto the wooden porch, inclining her head in her younger sisters' direction. Hanabi grimaced at the mention of Coffee Jelly, her almond shape ivory eyes snapping to meet Hinata's cheerful eyes.

"Coffee Jelly?! Only you and Neji-niisan seem fond of that," She leaned back onto her hands, her eyes shifting in the direction of the oncoming crowd of men in uniform. "Hinata-chan, you know why they're here?" Hinata's eyes followed Hanabi's pointing finger, semi rising to her knees as the sound of heavy footsteps came rushing behind her.

"A-ah, papa," She rose to her feet, watching as her father approached the police at the entrance of the compound. "Hanabi, what time is it?" Her eyes followed the lips of the head police officer, reading each word that dripped from his tongue.

"Why?"

"Just tell me what time it is!" Hanabi jolted, flipping her wrist to glance down to her watch. "It's 12:30, ne wasn't mother supposed to be back by eleven?"

Hinata watched her father collapse, ignoring Hanabi as unshed tears prickled her eyes. One of the police men seemed to steady her fathers' racking form, glancing over to them as remorse held his dark eyes. She felt her knees give out, collapsing against Hanabi as she released the tears she had been holding, her fathers' hushed words haunting her.

"Don't tell my children she was murdered."

"Hinata-sama change quickly, your father is still waiting!"

"H-Hai," Hugging the material to her chest once more, she began to undress. Slipping the lard shirt over her head, unshed tears pooled her eyes. His scent was all over her, the feel of his rough hands still prickling her flesh. Her hand grazed the nape of her neck, her fingers probing at the love mark Naruto left.

Memories of Kiba's rage flooded her mind as she sank to her knees against the wall, her small form racking with more tears, her knees drawn up to her chest. He used her….for his own self gain, made her trust him to some extent.

Naruto was right.

Bringing the shirt to her face, she wiped away the remaining tears as she rose. If she had given him the benefit of taking her virginity, she knew matters would have been worse than they already were. Stripping out of the remaining clothes, Hinata discarded them into the waste basket. Truthfully, she wanted nothing more than to burn them along with any lingering feelings she had for the boy.

Entering the study alone, Hinata watched her aging father reach for a small stack of papers on the far corner of his desk. He didn't seem to notice her entrance, pushing his glasses over the bridge of his nose as he thumbed through the small stack. The creases around his eyes deepened as he released a weary sigh.

"Come, sit down Hinata," She jolted in surprise, soon shuffling to the chair positioned before her fathers' large oak desk. "I was…informed that you left the compound accompanied by a wild male." Removing his glasses, he rubbed at his eyes dejectedly before redirecting his attention to his eldest daughter. "Is this true?"

"H-Hai," Her hands wrung the hem of her nightgown as she averted her gaze. "I-I…was only trying to lead him off the property–"

"By kissing him?!" Seeing her shocked expression, he continued. "Yes, the maids informed me on everything you and this 'Kiba' have been doing." His accusing eyes left hers. "I forbid you to see him. You are to leave and come back from school with Neji, understood?"

Her stomach lurched, inwardly elated that her father decided to let Neji escort her. Her face still blank as a cringing pain shot through her chest, her heart thumping silently at the mention of Kiba.

"Hai,"

"That is all," He directed his attention to the paper work he had yet to start on. "And one more thing, you're no longer allowed to leave the compound as you please."

Her eyes widened at this last remark, her fingers boring into the arms of the chair in frustration. Pushing out of the chair she made her way to the sliding doors of the study. "As you wish father." With that said, she exited the study, missing the sunken defeated look looming over Hiashi's face.

The days began going by in a blur; Hinata doing mostly the same routine of leaving the compound with Neji, them separating at the station, meeting Tenten at the school gates and during lunch break then meeting Neji at the station again.

Kiba was no longer a part of her everyday life.

She often saw him around the halls with different females, but acted as if she hadn't cared of failed to notice him whenever their paths happened to cross. They were strangers once more. Her eyes would look after him longingly once he was a short distance away, wishing he would notice her.

They no longer had any kind of relationship so of course he would ignore her presence, her heart fluttering painfully as she watched him round the corner with the animated blonde, his fingers tenderly tucking her blond bangs behind her ear. No doubt, she would be his next target. Her eyes fell to her feet, missing the hankering gaze he sent her before returning his gaze to Yamanaka Ino.

There was no denying the fact that he missed Hinata. He missed the way she would tug at his ear whenever he told a joke, the flush that crept up her neck when he uttered just how adorable she was, the scent of her raven hair. Lilies. The scent would be imprinted in his brain for quite some time, at least, until he was over the beautiful Hyuga.

He noticed the way she ignored him when their paths crossed, her cat-like ivory eyes diverting from his when his shoulder would "accidentally" brush against her. At times he would catch her watching him as if she too missed him, instantly brushing the thought aside as her eyes cut right through him. He didn't exist in her world anymore.

His grip tightened on Ino's upper as he pressed the curvaceous girl against the wall. She was the only reason he could face Hinata without breaking his demeanor. She served as a means of distraction. Even though she was a great lay, whenever he found the right amount of patience to put up with her clinging manner, he couldn't find a reason to keep her around. He figured if it was that easy to break down his barriers with Hinata, he could do the same with the next female he encountered.

He had sadly been mistaken, soon growing tired of the yapping blonde. She wasn't Hinata. Her hair wasn't the same texture, her laughter didn't make his insides flutter, and he wasn't mentally drawn to the blonde. His eyes searched her shimmering blue orbs for something he often saw in the young Hyuga's eyes, affection.

Her eyes were just as lifeless as his own, her brows furrowing as she slapped his hand away. "Let go of me, you're wrinkling my shirt," She tried to shake the wrinkles out of her clothes, her other hands grasping the collar of his shirt as she tugged him down to eye level. "And if I catch you with another female again, I'll be sure to chop that off."

Her eyes motioned towards his crotch before slapping the back of his head. He hunched over in pain, cradling the back of his head where Ino struck him. "Ow, not so hard Ino," Straightening, he ran his finger through her taunt ponytail. "What females are you talking about anyways?"

"Don't play around Kiba; I've seen you with a female during lunch break!" She screeched, slapping away his hand once more. "Your petty mind games aren't going to work on me. I have you and intend to keep you to myself." Kiba inwardly scoffed, his eyes rolling as he rested against the wall next to her.

He was hoping she would catch wind of his infidelity with Temari and break this…whatever they had, off but luck hadn't been on his side.

Ino was by far more persistent than any other female he had been with. Normally this would have been a turn on but the more he stuck around the possessive blonde, the more annoyed he became. He missed the freedom he had with Hinata. Not once had she questioned him of other females or his whereabouts. He never wanted to be with any other female when it came to Hinata; he was perfectly content with the shy Hyuga.

He never found himself bored of her presence instead he wanted more and more of her time. His body relaxed as Ino left, his hand running over his face to try to block her out of his mind. Her plump lips, the sweet sound of her laughter, her dark man that smelled of lilies.

His chest ached as that sweet aroma filled his nostrils, his eyes shutting as he tried to picture her smiling face. Had he made a mistake by pushing her away? He hadn't held her in his arms in a week, it felt longer. Like an eternity. He wanted to see her again. If only for a second, just to see those cat-like ivory eyes of hers fill with laughter.

His body ached to have her flushed against his just for a moment, the scent of lilies growing stronger around him. His eyes slowly opened, meeting those slanted eyes that haunted him.

His heart pounded as he pushed himself from the wall, trying to decipher what exactly he was feeling. Excitement? Either that or he would soon die from a massive heart attack. Her movements were hesitant, her eyes glaring up to him. His fingers jerked at the sight of her dark hair falling in soft tendrils over her shoulders, wanting desperately to run his hands through the soft curls.

Even after a week of other females in and out of his bed, he still could only get weak in the knees around Hyuga Hinata.

"I propose a challenge," His ears perked up at the sound of her voice, noticing it didn't hold the normal upbeat carefree tone. "Fall in love with me."

"What?" His fingers dug into his ear for any wax that might have clogged his hearing, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Fall in love with me by winter break. Everything is just a game to you right? Take on my challenge; I know it's impossible—"

"I accept," Relief broke through her cold façade as his hands cradled her face, a purr slipping through her pink lips as she leaned into his caress. His gesture seemed to be begging, pleading her to trust him this time around. He knew there would be a few bumps to come along the way but it was worth it for her. If it was Hinata at his side, he knew love was something worth breaking his better judgment for.

"Teach me how to love Hinata-chan."

I know the chapter is long but I made it long to make up for how long it took me to update this story for you guys. Thanks for the favorites, reviews and follows and please keep reviewing. The more you review the more I update the story but enjoy.