Inuzuka Kiba in: The Modern Day Hippie.
Summary: Inuzuka Kiba was convinced that he was born in the wrong era. Too uptight, too controlled, so totally and completely not him. Life should be full of Music, Relaxation, and lots and lots of Lovin'
A/N So the summary sucks. Eh whatever, I've had worse.
Pairings: KibaxKurenai, KibaxHinata, KibaxNeji, KibaxNaruto, KibaxKankurou, KibaxShino, KibaxSai, any other undecided. No specific order and no final pairing yet.
Prologue
"-Which is why I've decided to transfer you to one of my colleagues instead, she's a bit younger that I am but she's better suited for your problems."
Just how short was that skirt? Should it even be called a skirt? Wasn't it more like underwear? The kind one would expect to see in the bedroom during after hours.
How could her boyfriend even let her walk out of the house like that? And those heels had to be at least 11 inches high if not more.
Her toes were painted a deep wine color today (like little cherries, would she get mad if he got down on his knees, crawled over and licked them?
Was he salivating? He must be. He could feel the wetness starting at the corners of his mouth.
"Mr. Inuzuka!"
He jumped, so high, surely his feet had lifted a good couple of feet of the ground at that time.
She was glaring, the way her lips curled, her eyes, dark and quite possibly—
"Kiba!"
He felt himself whimpering before his hearing caught up with the rest of him.
His first name. Sweet heavens he loved it when she called him by his first name. The tone of her voice dropping a few octaves.
It was sexy. Much like how her bedroom voice would be, he imagined.
"See this is why I can no longer be your therapist—
That boyfriend of hers was one lucky bas—wait! Back up, what did she just say?
"What do you mean you can no longer be my therapist—are you retiring?"
"No."
"Then why—
"Because we've been here for 6 months Kiba and nothing has changed," she signed. "I'm simply not the right doctor for you."
"Who the hell says so?"
"Please don't swear."
"Like I fuckin care, this is therapy so I can say and do whatever the hell I want!"
"No you can not."
He watched as she reached over her desk and pressed the intercom.
A very masculine voice came through on the other end.
"Yes?"
"It's Kurenai, please call security and have Mr. Inuzuka escorted off the premises."
How could she do this to him? After everything he told her, she was just going to turn her back on him,
WTF?
Kiba felt like stomping his feet, much like a 3 year old would do. He had it so bad for Dr. Kurenai. Why couldn't she see that?
Why was she trying to end the greatest thing that ever happened to him?
Granted he wasn't tickled pink about the idea of seeking help for his problems in the beginning. But then he met Dr. Kurenai and that all changed.
Not only was she insanely hot, she was also the only one outside of (Akamaru, his dog) who really understood him.
The only one who told him that his reckless lifestyle wasn't entirely his fault. That being dumped by his last girlfriend wasn't the end of the world.
She had—she made him believe.
Argh why did this shit always have to happen to him?
He was so sick and tiered of being bounced back and fourth between therapists like a damn beach ball.
He was a human being for Christ's sakes.
"—I wish the very best to you and I'm really very sorry it has to end this way but—
Was she still talking? He didn't care to hear her damn lousy excuses.
She was sick of him. He got the message. Loud and Clear, Thank you very Much!
Fuck this shit! He wasn't going to go down like some damn pussy, he'd be damned if her let her have the last word—
Kiba rose from his seat, grabbing his fur-lined leather jacket. He let out a snarl and made his way towards the exit, opening the door and then slamming it shut behind him.
Bitch! That was the last time he'd ever open up to any one.
TBC
