Married and Ignorant Bliss

Yukiko looked around the room silently as one of the Inuzuka women did her hair, Sakura and Ino were busy taking pictures and their usual energetic selves. Tenten was using her whole body as a blockade against the door while yelling at Lee that he wasn't allowed in the room no matter how 'overcome by youth' he was. She felt someone touch her shoulder and she looked to see Hinata smiling and lifting her supply of makeup.

"Are you okay, Yukiko?" she asked softly. The young woman nodded and gave a tiny smile. Her hands were clamped together on her lap and she was trying to stop her legs from shaking. This was a day she was practically raised for so why was she so nervous about it now?

Kiba stared in the mirror, this was it; his wedding day. Swallowing hard he looked himself over feeling extremely uncomfortable about being dressed in a suit and tie and not being able to undo a couple of buttons. There had been a whole debate with the family over what to wear. Some wanted him and Yukiko to wear traditional robes, which Kiba disliked doing for EVERY family occasion and then there was suggesting more modern clothing for the wedding and traditional robes for the Alpha ceremony which would happen a few weeks after the wedding. From the opposite end of the estate he could hear Tenten and Lee yelling and chuckled, glad for the distraction. Sighing, he sat down on the bed and lay back, staring at the ceiling. It was only late morning and he was already exhausted from the day's activities. He let his gaze fall over to Yukiko's place on the bed and frowned, he had missed sleeping next to her last night and would have rathered she been there but 'traditions are traditions for a reason' Hana had explained as she whisked Yukiko to her room.

"Kiba?" he heard his mother's voice and sat up a bit to see her enter, surprised and shocked at how much a dress could change someone. Out of her typical ninja clothes, Tsume Inuzuka was in a sleek black dress that wasn't too plain and not too glamorous, something that suited her personality and body well. Kiba wouldn't have recognised her straight away if she hadn't spoken before entering.

"Trying to upstage the bride, ma?" he asked with a wide grin that his mother returned.

"Try being the word." She laughed as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "But no, she'll be the one all eyes are on today, no doubt about it." Kiba grinned, feeling a little smug about his future bride being the centre of attention, knowing that she might not feel so happy about it though.

"Shouldn't you be with her?" Kiba asked, watching Tsume shrug.

"I'm mother of the groom, besides that many people are bustling about her I decided I'd come bustle about you and remind you that you'll have to go outside soon and start greeting the guests when they arrive. Y'know, kiss the ass of all the Nobles and different clans that have journeyed so far for this."

The male let out a groan and lay back down, great, he wanted a distraction and he sure as hell got one. Just one he didn't want. He reached up to loosen his tie only for his hand to be quickly and painfully hit by his mother.

"Don't even think about it. You can do that after you're married and only after."

For a while the whole meet and greet thing helped distract Kiba and pass the countdown to the ceremony. That was until a familiar scent caught his attention and it was one he didn't approve of being here. Turning around he spotted Benjirou Uematsu standing across the large, decorated lawn and when the former client met his gaze, the stuck up asshole had the nerve to smirk. Letting a growl build up in his throat he strode forward until he was in front of the man.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a tight, restrained voice. Knowing he was in the safety of witnesses, Uematsu let his smirk grow wider.

"Well Inuzuka-san if you of all people have forgotten what today is, then you're going to be surprised." He said with a small chuckle. Kiba ground his teeth together and oh so wished he could punch the man in the face but that would result in blood and for now he'd have to resist.

"I know why I'm here, I just don't recall sending you of all an invitation…" he forced the words out with a fake smile, wondering how in the hell Yukiko could keep a neutral mask and even tone for her whole life. "After all why would I let the cowardly little man who filed a complaint about me and got me a month off missions higher than 'B' into my home?" he asked before returning the sneering chuckle Benjirou had first given him. He could see fear flicker in the man's eyes but he soon composed himself when it was clear Kiba wasn't going to touch him, at least not yet.

Clearing his throat he explained, "I'm personal advisor to Lord Kusakabe and he wished I attend with him." He stated before frowning at the Inuzuka. "I would have much rathered our paths to not cross again after that time but this can't be helped. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to speak to more pleasant people." He said before walking off, leaving Kiba both pissed off and glad for his departure. Thankfully Kankruo, Gaara and Temari arrived and provided better company until it was time for the guests to take their seats and for Kiba to stand at the front.

He wasn't surprised to see Sonzo standing with him as a former alpha he'd be preforming the ceremony, something he was glad of, he wasn't sure how his mother would do it, she was as hot blooded as he was and would most likely not have been as serious about the whole thing that he knew his grandfather would be. When Sonzo looked to him he let a tiny hint of a smile touch his lips.

"Ready, pup?" he asked making Kiba let out a small, shaky laugh.

"Doesn't matter much if I am or not does it? But I'm as ready as I'll ever be…" he trailed off just as the music started. Taking a deep breath he half turned and watched as Hana, Ino, Sakura, Tenten and finally Hinata walked down the aisle and then there was Yukiko and Kiba felt like all air had been slammed out of his lungs as he watched his bride walk towards him.

Her pale cheeks were dusted with a pale pink and her lips painted a faint but striking red while her sparkling amethyst eyes were framed in black while her hair was curled and twisted, allowing one long spiral of soft, pale blonde hair to seemingly fall down her back. And the dress was strapless, cream satin framed along the top and sides in off gold lace, shimmering and heightening her already exotic beauty. His mother was right, as usual; today all eyes were to be on Yukiko and only her.

The ceremony itself went ahead smoothly and like any other wedding, they said the right things at the right times, did all they needed to and before either knew it, it was almost over and then came the marking. Slowly they turned to properly face eachother and Kiba stared into Yukiko's eyes, shocked to see there was no fear in those bright eyes, only trust. Taking a steady hold on her waist and upper arm he leant in and bit into her pale skin, feeling her tense slightly but she made no noise or move to get away. She stood perfectly still as though nothing had happened. Kiba closed his eyes and let some of his chakra enter the mark before he pulled back, softly kissing the already bruising area and straightening.

"With the mark now on your mate, I now pronounce the both of you husband and wife and you may now kiss the bride." Sonzo declared as the guests applauded and his rowdy family and friends broke out into cheers and howls, letting Kiba wrap his arm around his wife's waist and pull her close before his lips captured hers, smiling into the kiss when she responded almost instantly. When they parted, Kiba grinned down at Yukiko who was still leaning forward and had a slightly dazed expression.

"Well aren't you eager?" he teased before laughing when she blinked and blushed a deep crimson, quickly looking away.

"Congrats man!" Naruto crowed in his ear suddenly, throwing his arms around the couple. Kiba looked at the man who was supposed to be the leader of their village and grinned as the rest of their group approached to offer hugs and congratulations. Sonzo managed to eventually steer Yukiko away from the group to speak to her while Kiba talked with Shino, Naruto and the others.

"You did very well, child you should be proud of yourself." He told her, his gaze flickering to the mark on her skin before looking back to her face.

"Thank you Sonzo." She told him with a small smile. "It means a lot to hear you say that." Sonzo returned the smile only to look past the young woman and scowl when he spotted someone approaching.

"I hoped he wouldn't have been able to come to this…that man always manages to convince me to drink with him and it never ends well." He muttered before quickly disappearing into the crowd leaving Yukiko on her own and slightly confused but it was a matter of seconds before someone else caught her attention and came to speak with her.

The day passed by in a blur of drinking, laughing, eating and soon it was time for the first dance, which Kiba felt uneasy about. Dancing at a club was one thing but just he and Yukiko dancing to slow, formal music? That wasn't his thing but he took her hand and placed the other on her waist and moved in time to the music with her, finding it easier than he thought. Her movements were fluid and smooth and soon other couples joined when invited which made things easier and the second song had a quicker pace, which he was happier to dance to. However his eyes narrowed and grip tightened slightly when Benjirou Uematsu appeared through the crowd and lightly tapped Yukiko on the shoulder.

"May I interrupt this dance?" he asked with a voice that in Kiba's opinion was as smooth as gravel. Yukiko looked from the man to Kiba and nodded, accepting the invitation. Silently, Kiba handed his wife over to the man and left to have a strong drink.

He sat at one of the empty tables, staring at the dark liquid in his glass "What's wrong?" he looked up to see Tsume approach, one of his cousin's infant children in her arms. He waited for his mother to sit next to him before speaking.

"That dick is here, the one that filed the complaint against me." He muttered.

"And?"

"And he shouldn't be here but since there are witnesses and he works for one of the guests I can't hit him."

"And?" Tsume asked again, grinning when Kiba looked at her with a frown.

"And he's dancing with Yukiko…" he grumbled before throwing his drink back.

"Never thought I'd see the day you'd be jealous…" his mother laughed.

"I'm not jealous, she can dance with whoever she likes. But seeing his hands on her after talking about her on that mission is what's annoying me." Kiba explained, not bothering to add in he was a little jealous too but only a little.

"She's your wife Kiba, I bet she can handle herself around an idiot like that and if he does say or do something, he'd be a dead idiot to do it in the presence of our family and friends."

Kiba smiled and nodded, letting out a sigh. This was one of the longest, most exhausting days of his life and just wanted to lie down and rest for a moment but couldn't.

"Kiba-sensei!" a voice called, the Inuzuka looked up to see Mei and Shinji running towards him with wide eyes. "Someone's taken Yukiko-san!" the said in panicked voices. Kiba stood and looked to the dancefloor only to see his wife dancing with Aki. Rolling his eyes he looked to his two students who were now grinning widely.

"You should have seen your face sensei!" Mei laughed loudly, Kiba smirked a glint appearing in his eyes that quickly silenced his students.

"As your sensei I order the two of you dance for the next four songs." He instructed. "Just think of it was teamwork and I want to see handholding." And with that he escorted the blushing pair to the dancefloor and continued on to Yukiko and Aki.

"You've been replaced sensei!" Aki declared with a grin.

"So I can see, but let's allow the lady to decide…" The Inuzuka stated with a slowly forming grin as he looked to Yukiko. "Fair lady, will you take me back?" he asked playfully while holding out his hand. Yukiko laughed softly and leant down to plant a small kiss on Aki's cheek.

"Sorry Aki, I'm too old for you." She told him before straightening up and taking Kiba's extended hand.

Grinning, Kiba pulled on her hand, causing her to spin into him and place her hand on his chest that her body was now pressed against and the two began to dance.

"What happened to your other suitor?" he asked, unable to even force a smile when he talked about him but Yukiko knew who he meant and answered.

"He wasn't as steady on his feet as he thought." She told him with a nod in Benjirou's direction. Kiba looked over to see the man sitting in a chair, red faced and nursing his ankle on his knee with a bag of ice and the Inuzuka burst out laughing at the sight.

"Accidents happen I guess but I'm not complaining. Good thing he didn't take you down with him otherwise that could have been you." He told her as he looked back to her face, pausing when he saw her expression.

"It wasn't an accident was it?" he asked and when she shook her head he laughed and grinned before pulling her close and locking lips with her and after that the night flew by with drinking, speeches, dancing and laughter.

It wasn't until much later in the evening that Kiba felt a tap on his shoulder and looked away from his conversation with Shino to see Naruto holding out a scroll to him and grinning broadly.

"Go find your wife and get going you two, and make sure you enjoy the time off okay?" Kiba grinned and took it before giving a salute. "As you command, oh great Lord Hokage." He stated before walking off to find Yukiko, quickly finding her dancing with Gaara who he spotted having a tinge of red on his pale cheeks.

"Not trying to steal her, Kazekage?" he asked with a laugh as he appeared behind the leader of the Wind Country, the laugh getting louder when Gaara promptly dropped his hands and turned to offer his congratulations on the union and left in search of his siblings.

As he watched the man leave, Kiba felt Yukiko wrap her arm around his waist and lean into his chest, almost immediately, Kiba let his arm fall around her shoulders.

"He's embarrassed," she mused, her own cheeks tinged from the champagne she'd drunk. "Kankuro practically pushed him onto the dance floor, said it was an offence to not dance at least once with the bride." She smiled softly as she felt the rumbling laugh building in his chest; she let her gaze fall to his other hand and spotted the scroll and pulled back to look up at him. When Kiba met her gaze he could see a small hint of confusion and annoyance on her features, as always it seemed that after enough alcohol in her system she either didn't care to or tried to hide her emotions with the neutral mask.

"What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly concerned.

"You're leaving?" Now it was Kiba's turn to be confused, then he remembered the scroll and lifted it up.

"We're both leaving actually and letting everyone else here continue to party." He told her with a smile, watching the realisation click in her head and the annoyance slipped away instantly. "Need to say any goodbyes?" he asked, Yukiko nodded and went to find those she wanted to speak to and Kiba did the same. When they found eachother again, Kiba made the seal and opened the scroll the two of them disappearing in a plume of smoke, reappearing inside a well lit and beautifully decorated reception of a place Kiba recognised, a Hot Spring Hotel at the far north of the Fire Country, ideal for couples, those that wanted to relieve stress and take a break.

"The Inuzukas, I presume." The couple looked to see a middle aged woman smiling warmly at them. "I was wondering when you two would appear, I'll take you two to your room, your bags are already there." The pair frowned; neither remembered packing any bags. Laughing the woman pointed to the fireplace and lying asleep in front of it was Akamaru and Amaya.

"They arrived a few hours ago with the bags and note of your arrival, now come along this way." The woman ushered, leading them along the corridors until they came to their room and opened the door. The woman handed the key and explained this was one of the best suites with its own private hot spring, just for them. Her dark eyes flicked between the pair before she winked at Yukiko and left them, firmly shutting the door behind her. Then it was just the two of them and Yukiko suddenly felt weak. She could hear Kiba moving across the room behind her and looked over to see him kick off his shoes and tug sharply at his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked around, inspecting the suite casually.

Yukiko couldn't move, she couldn't even think of taking a step. Her legs were trembling and her while her hands were clamped tightly together in front of her it didn't stop them from shaking uncontrollably either. She could hear her heartbeat racing in her ears and her mouth was so unbelievably dry, all she could do was fix her eyes on a print on the wall to keep herself from collapsing. When she felt a warm hand fold gently over hers she jumped, unable to stop the action. Blinking she looked to see Kiba was in front of her, a deep frown on his lips and she instantly felt worse, this wasn't how this night was to go, especially not for him. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat so she could explain or apologize but her mouth refused to open all she could do was stare into his dark brown eyes. Then without a word he stepped forward and lifted her in one fluid motion and carried her through the suite and to the doorway of what she realized was their bedroom. When he reached the bed, Kiba set her down on the edge of the bed and sat on the floor staring up at her seriously.

His actions had stunned her, momentarily granting her ability to talk to return. "Why are you on the floor?" she asked. Kiba sighed and reached out, taking one ankle and lifted it, removing her shoe and let it fall with a thud against the hardwood floor and repeated the action with the second foot. "Kiba?" Yukiko asked, her voice soft and willowy, as always but there was a hint of tension in it that didn't sit well with Kiba. He cast a gaze over her, she was tense everywhere. He returned to the first foot and took it into both of his hands, slowly and gently massaging it.

"You're tense and from what I saw in the other room there's something wrong. I want to know what." He told her, looking up to fix his stare on her amethyst eyes.

"It's nothing, really." She told him but he slowly shook his head, letting her know he wasn't accepting that answer. "Kiba, I'm serious. I'm fine." He lightly pressed into one point of tension in the arch of her foot, causing her to gasp out and frown slightly. They spent a good five minutes staring silently at eachother until Yukiko lay back and stared at the ceiling, shaking his head Kiba looked down, continuing to massage the tension away. She'd speak soon enough, that he was sure of and she did when he was half way through working on her second foot. Through the silence her soft voice came.

"I'm scared…" and he paused, glaring at the floor and slowly resumed. He had thought she was coping too well. She was no doubt scared of him and the experience being painful, a fear she'd probably already prior to meeting him and one that must have increased after the bite she received that morning. "I don't want to disappoint you." His head snapped up at that and he rose sharply to his feet and knelt on the bed beside her, staring down at her.

"Say what now?" he asked with an arched eyebrow, when she tried to look passed him and back to the ceiling he leant down and pinched her chin to keep her gaze on him.

Feeling her face heat up and her heart pick up the pace she licked her lips and took a shaky breath before speaking. "I've never done any of this sort of thing before. I mean I've been told what to do and whatever my husband tells me to do I'm to do it without question or hesitation. But knowing and being able to do it and do it well are completely different things. I…I want to be a good wife and I want to be able to please you and I'm scared of... not being able to." when she finished speaking, Kiba continued to stare at her, processing it. Finally he sat up and pulled her with him until she stood in front of him.

"I told you that you weren't going to get that type of marriage with me, Yukiko. I'm your husband, not master." He told her, moving behind her, one hand firmly planting itself on her stomach while the other slid up her pale neck and gently tilted it to the side, exposing the bite mark, leaning down he let his lips fall over the discolouration and continued up until his lips were at her ear. "You're never going to disappoint me, so just relax okay?" he whispered as he took hold of the zip at the back of her dress and slowly pulled it downward, grinning when a small whimper broke from her lips.

The Inuzuka couldn't help but take a step backward and slowly circle her as the garment fell to the floor, he took in every line and inch of his wife that was now visible to him, knowing that the underwear choice of black lace was entirely down to the insistence of Sakura and Ino. He couldn't help but smirk as her face flushed and her scent changed. There was nervousness and excitement there and when he let out a low, hungry growl of approval at what he saw, not only did her cheeks darken but a scent of arousal crept in, making him grin and stop in front of her. Reaching out he pulled her forward, his lips taking hers, letting the kiss progress past all of their past ones quickly. This one was fiery, hungry and for once would not be interrupted, something they were both glad of.

His hands roamed over her body, finally settling in her hair and on her back while she moved her hands to unbutton the rest of his shirt. Grinning against her lips, Kiba dropped his hands and grabbed her upper thighs, in one swift movement he lifted her and secured her legs around his waist as he shrugged out of the shirt and pinned his wife against the wall. The feel of the cold wall hit her warm, exposed back made her gasp and tilt her head back, taking full advantage of this Kiba began to move his mouth downwards and hands upwards, wanting to touch and kiss every inch of her body while still knowing that this experience had to be a great one for his wife and he'd damn well make sure that it was and by the way Yukiko arched her back and tightened her grip in his hair he was sure he was doing a good job.

Yukiko's mind was racing in all directions, she just couldn't make sense of anything, of all these feelings and sensations that she'd never experienced before but it wasn't enough, she wanted more, she needed more. But her ability to speak failed her all she could do was try to control her breathing but that seemed impossible. Her body tensed when one of the last pieces of clothing on her body was cast aside effortlessly and the cool air hit the newly exposed skin. When she felt Kiba pause she looked down, "Ki-Kiba?" she managed to pant out, in a breathless, dazed and almost unsure voice. Then without warning he locked his mouth and hand over the skin causing Yukiko to let out a loud moan and grip his shoulder tightly. Trying to silence herself she tightly bit her lower lip. Suddenly with a growl, she was spun and thrown onto the bed, looking up hazily she saw Kiba on top of her staring into her eyes with darkened, hungry eyes.

"Don't hold back." He practically growled at her as one hand trailed down her stomach and stopped when he reached her inner thigh. "I want to hear everything." He breathed in her ear, grinning against her heated flesh when all she could do was let out a whimper and then he continued, ensuring Yukiko felt too much to even think about silencing herself again.

Kiba lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, breathless and panting with a thoroughly satisfied but exhausted grin on his face, one arm behind his head and the other draped lazily around Yukiko. Though the grin slipped when he felt Yukiko trembling and heard her breathing hitch. Sitting up in alarm he looked down at his wife to see her hand over her mouth and the tears falling quickly. Had he gone too far? Had he been too rough on her? Kiba was about to reach out when she sat up and threw her arms tightly around him and buried her face into his neck.

"Thank you…" she choked out before sobbing harder, repeating the phrase over and over, letting out a relieved sigh, Kiba pulled his wife close and kissed her head while gently rubbing her back.

He knew this would be in some way emotional for her though it seemed he hadn't known just how much so he was just glad he made it memorable for her in a good way rather than the way she had feared for so many years. Finally she calmed and pulled away and planted a soft, tender kiss on his lips.

"I think that's the first time you were the one to kiss me and not the other way around." He laughed softly when they parted and he wiped the tears from her face before pulling her down to lie beside him again. They both deserved the rest after such a long day.

Kiba slowly drifted up from unconsciousness to the strange feeling that someone was standing next to him and the paranoid feeling that he was being stared at. Naturally it was all in his head, or so he thought. Groggily he half opened one of his eyes to be met with the sight of a young boy glaring at him. Letting out a yell he sat upright and realised he knew this boy. It was Yukiko's little brother. Looking down he only just realised his wife was no longer beside him.

"Tohru?" He looked up to see Yukiko in the doorway, wearing his shirt from the day before and couldn't help but grin at the sight. Meeting his gaze, Yukiko blushed and looked to her little brother who continued to glare at Kiba before speaking.

"Father said he wanted to speak to Kiba so I went to get him." He explained he stated before turning swiftly on his feet and went to his sister's side, throwing his arms around her waist in a tight hug.

"We miss you." He muttered, looking up only to freeze in surprise to see his sister smiling warmly. In all the years he'd known her she'd only give smiles in the rarest of occasions and none of them compared to the one he saw in front of him. Yukiko knelt down and hugged her brother.

"I miss you all too but I'll come visit you whenever we can." She said before looking to Kiba who grinned and nodded.

When the male was properly clothed he sat in opposite his now father-in-law in silence. Yukiko had dressed and decided to take her siblings out to the large garden the Hotel had as soon as the door shut behind the trio, General Yamamoto sighed.

"I'm sorry we couldn't make it to the wedding, yesterday." He said making Kiba frown more than he had been.

"Shouldn't you say that to your daughter instead of me?"

"I did, she accepted the apology. How is she doing, Kiba? Is she happy?"

"I like to think she is, she's worn that mask for so long, showing emotion still seems difficult for her but she smiles and laughs. She's becoming her own person again, it just might take a lot of time."

He watched the General smile and nod. "I can see it already in her. I have you to thank for that. That's good that she's adjusting, I'm glad I picked you." Then his face became serious. "Though I'm sure you can imagine that my picking you to marry Yukiko caused a great stir. Many of the Lords and Clans aren't happy at being passed over for someone who in their eyes is younger, less experienced and most likely not ready to lead a Clan yet, though most of their anger is petulant vanity. Some still want me to change my mind about the union."

"But we're already married." Kiba stated, the frown hardening on his face, he was already aware that some of the older suitors would become sour over the whole thing but this new information was beyond ridiculous.

"I know but it's happened in spite of that. Many are adamant they'd make a better union and now the other leaders of Snow are getting unsettled." He sighed, rubbing his forehead before he looked to his son-in-law. "I don't know what these Lords will do to ensure this union breaks apart but I am sure some may try."

"Break it apart? How?"

"Blackmail will most likely be the most tactful way. Others will be more ruthless I fear, they might directly go to you."

"What take me out of the picture so Yukiko is a widow and free to marry again?"

"More than likely, yes. Though don't abandon the possibility of kidnap or more legal means. Smarter men seem to be already attempting to appeal the union through my Country and its other leaders, find a way of proving you're unfit for Yukiko."

"Then what are we to do?" Kiba asked, he was getting worried about this now, the thought of people trying to kidnap Yukiko and take her away made him feel ill.

"All of this sort of thing takes a lot of planning, Kiba, money, resources and the like so that does give you time to sort it and I will do what I can on my end but there is only one thing that I know would call off all of this nonsense."

"And that is?" Kiba asked, watching the man in front of him sigh and reach forward, his hands clasped the Inuzuka's shoulders tightly and stared at him with serious blue eyes.

"You need to get Yukiko pregnant as soon as you possibly can, Kiba." he said "And don't tell Yukiko about this, we can't have her worrying."