Iruka had never been so stunned as he had been when Naru had touched the tip of his nose and said, "That, sensei will never happen." She had sounded so convinced. So sure that they would never be put into that position. And the look on her face, and her eyes had told him everything that her words hadn't.
She knew about the demon.
She knew the dangers.
And she was prepared to destroy herself to keep the village safe.
He was beyond stunned to tell the truth. He was in awe of her. He had never met anyone so young, and already so damn brave. He walked behind her out of the building and stopped at the door as an Anbu in a wolf mask dropped down out of a tree several feet away and seemed to be waiting on her. Naru turned her head and looked at Iruka. "I'll see you tomorrow sensei."
"Yeah. Sure. Be careful going home." He said as she walked down the steps and ran over to the Anbu and hooked index fingers with him and started talking to him and Iruka blinked and cocked his head. What kind of child made friends with a cold blooded killer?
He made a mental note to start treating the girl better than he had today and headed home for the night to think.
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Ookami had been curious about why Naru had taken so long to come outside the school building. And he had been furious when he had seen the bruises on her wrist. Yet Naru hadn't told him anything aside from the fact that she had wanted to talk to her teacher.
Pushing his patience a little more as he had walked her home. Both of them ignoring the pointing, the insults and rocks and other things thrown their way. Once back at the apartment Ookami pulled off his mask and head band and turned to face her as she set her back pack down and slipped off her shoes. He waited until her shoes were off before he reached out and snatched her up off of the floor and carried her over to the couch and dropped her onto it and then stomped off to her bedroom and slammed the door closed.
Leaving her laying on the couch wondering what was wrong with him.
Ookami slammed his head into the the wall across the room farthest from the door, and gritted his teeth as his fangs and finger nails lengthened dangerously. It had been a while since he had felt such a strong need for blood but he was really feeling the need now. He was utterly furious with himself. Not because he had actually down something wrong per say, but because Naru had been wounded while he had waited for her outside.
He'd been right fucking there, hidden in that tree, scanning the area for potential threats. And his kitsune had still gotten hurt! And to make matters worse, Naru refused to tell him who had dared to touch her and leave marks on her pale skin. He wanted retribution goddammit!
He wanted the blood of the one who had dared to touch his future bride. He wanted to rip through the flesh and tear apart the bones of the one responsible for putting those damned bruises on her little wrist. He rested his forehead against the wooden wall and curled his fingers against the wall, leaving deep furrows in the wood as he slowly tried to regain control of his temper as Naru knocked on the door.
"Ookami?" His head snapped around and he stared at the closed door through narrowed mis matched eyes. Naru. His Naru, she sounded worried about him. The worry he heard in her tone triggered something in his mind and before he even realised what he was doing he was across the room and opening the door and grabbing the front of her shirt and yanking her inside of the room and slamming the door closed again and pushing her up against it as he hooked his index finger in his mask and tugging it down below his chin as he dropped down to his knees in front of her and pressed hsi lips against hers as she tipped her head back to look at him.
Or maybe it was to ask him what he was doing. He wasn't sure and to be perfectly honest, he didn't care. All he cared about was kissing his future mate.
Naru jerked her head back as soon as his lips made contact with hers, and hissed in pain when her head slammed into the door none too gently, she was about to ask Ookami what he was doing when she felt his lips against her own, the contact wasn't like before. Before had been slight, gentle. This touch was more demanding and desperate, making it hard for her to even try to lift her hands to push him away.
It wasn't like he was hurting her after all, he was just crowding her a little bit. She felt his lips part slightly and something snaked out to run along her bottom lip. She made a bizarre squeaking sound and jerked her head back, banging it into the wall again and pushed against his chest a little bit. He didn't budge, but then she hadn't really expected to be able to move a two hundred and thirty pound male like him anyways. She just wanted a little room so that she didn't feel so cornered and trapped.
She felt him lift his head a little bit and slip a hand behind her head so that he was palming her head before he muttered something about not wanting her to knock herself out and leaned down again to press his lips against hers again in a feather light caress before sighing and resting his bruised forehead against her shoulder and took several deep breaths to calm himself all the while cursing his damn blood line limit for taking control for a second there and after a moment or so moved away from her.
"I'm sorry Naru. I didn't mean to do that." He said as he pulled his mask up so that she couldn't see his face. Naru just stood there staring blankly ahead, not really seeing or hearing him, she was sort of in shock.
It took a moment or so for her to shake herself free of her funk enough to ask him. "If you didn't mean to; then why did you?"
He looked at her warily. "Dunno." He lied and looked away from her, missing the predatory look that crossed her face.
He was lying to her! Him of all people! The one person in all the village that she cared for and trusted the most and he was lying to her! She bared her teeth and growled at him and reached out and in a lightening quick move, punched him in the stomach. Ookami yelped and jumped back and looked at her in surprise and shock.
She'd hit him. She never hit him. Even that one time he had cut her hair while she was sleeping as a practical joke, then dyed it sky blue. She'd been royally pissed at him then, but she had never hit him. "Naru?"
"Get out." He stared at her, wondering what was wrong. And started to worry that the Kyubbi was trying to take her over again. He reached out to grab her, needing to check her over and she snarled at him and ducked under his hands and moved out of his reach and glared at him angrily.
"Naru what-"
"I could ask you the same thing, but you'd probably just lie to me again, so get out." He blinked at her and dropped his arms back to his sides, his heart aching in his chest as he realised his mistake. Naru had an almost zero tolerance for liars. She already had enough trouble trusting people as it was, and hated it when people lied to her. Especially since she only had a hand full of people that she trusted.
He started to say something, to explain himself and why he had lied without thinking, but the sight of tears slipping down her face stopped him cold. She wouldn't listen to him right now, she was simply too upset. So he nodded hsi head and walked over to her bedroom window and slipped out without another word and took up his place on the roof of her apartment and tried to make himself comfortable since he would probably be spending the next month strait there on her roof instead of inside with her.
God he was an idiot.
