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

I know it's been a long time since I've updated but I haven't forgotten about this story and it's going to be 20 chapters long. I've been trying to find time but since I started my new job I haven't been able to write much. Please forgive me for keeping you all waiting.

Candles in the Sun

Till Dawn

"Onee-chan please don't go," He trailed after her, rubbing away the tears with the heels of his hands. "I'll change. I'll be a good boy and never make you mad." She shrouded from his hold, grimacing as he swiped at the tears streaming down his reddened cheeks.

"Men don't cry," She reached out, smearing her hand over his tiny face. "Don't show such weakness to others Kiba." She hadn't intended to put much force into her push, watching the small child teeter before collapsing against the hard floor. His eyes found hers, cradling the small bruise on his elbow. Fear. He feared her.

A small portion of her felt guilt for the pain she knew she was causing him. He was only five, he knew nothing of the trauma their father had inflicted.

"W-Why? Why won't you love me Hana-chan?" His voice trembled, wide eyes glancing up to her in confusion. Her hands grasped his face, swiping away the lingering tears as she nestled her nose within the soft brown spikes of his hair. His tiny form went ridged against the foreign affection. "You look exactly like him. I hate you, little brother."

Anger ate at hiss core as he tilted his head against the tree, his narrowed gaze taking in the greying clouds. The rain in Konoha had been relentless, as if the sky were crying. The sun peaked within the darkened clouds, casting a soft glow over him as he brought his hand up to block the blinding sliver of light. Squinting pass the light striking through his fingers, he caught sight of her.

His mouth tugged into a scowl, fangs bearing at the sight of his older sister. She hadn't been home for a full week and yet things felt out of place. As if he were that same five year old kid begging for her affection. As if sensing his heavy stare, Hana drew her dark eyes up to where he was perched, a false smile curling her lips.

"Ne, Kiba-kun you've been up there all day." His eyes left her as he tried to ignore the rage squeezing his heart. She wasn't supposed to be here. He had adjusted to a life without her. He didn't need her anymore.

"Oi stop ignoring me," She was at the base of the tree, hands perched against her hips as angry eyes burned through him. "You'll catch a cold soon enough. It's going to rain baka." He tsked, bringing his eyes down to meet hers finally, his arms crossing against his slouched torso. He had been trying to avoid her as much as he could, grunting in reply to every comment she made. Her calm demeanor since arriving back home had been, for a lack of better words, a plausible performance. With each passing day he knew sooner or later the old Hana would rear its ugly head.

"Onee-chan why does ma look at me as if she hates me?" Kiba stroked the shampoo through Akamaru's fur, shuddering lightly from the sudden rush of cold water splashing against his back. Hana began scrubbing the sudsy water along his exposed back, answering the child with a small sigh.

Kiba wasn't too happy with her lack of reply, pressing firmly on the matter as he jerked from her touch. "Am I being a bad kid? Ma doesn't look at me the way she looks at you. Is ma…unhappy with me?"

Unshed tears brimmed his large eyes as he watched her guarded behavior. She wrung the wash cloth between reddened hands, dark eyes leaving his finding the tiled floor more fascinating. Her lips parted, trying to formulate her thoughts. Every time she looked at Kiba she saw him. The man she despised, their father.

He had purposely left their family in shambles, assaulted their mother countless times until she became pregnant then joined the war. Kiba was a child produced from hatred.

"Ma…loves you. She has her own way of showing it but she does care."

"Then why doesn't she say it?" His forehead creased, brows furrowing as he set the squirming pup aside. His tiny form slouched as he wrapped his arms around himself as if concealing his exposed body. Hana forced a smile, her eyes creasing shut as she raked soapy hands through his matted ebony locks. "Ma isn't the affectionate type Kiba. It seems you're the only one that inherited Chichi's kind heart."

Kiba blinked at the mention of their father. The man was taboo amongst the Inuzuka household. "C-Chichi? What was he like onee-chan?" Her posture stiffened, unbeknownst to the young boy as he wiped the tears from his doe like eyes. "Chichi was the same as you, he let his emotions control his actions. He was way too reckless and compassionate," Her hardened eyes found his wide eye stare, a ghost of a smile sweeping over her lips. "Now let me finish washing your back." A cheeky grin lifted his lips as she tweaked his upturned nose softly.

"Hai onee-chan." Her chest constricted, guilt flooding through her as she continued washing his back.

His eyes lifted to the cracking sky as small pellets of rain dripped onto his sullen face, waking him from the small memory. It felt too real, his sister's undying love before their mother grew ill. His hand rose in an attempt to shield himself from the heavy downpour, the handmade bracelet dangling from his wrist catching his attention. The corners of his mouth quirked. Hinata. She must have sneaked it on him the day before she stared homeschooling. He had to admit, when she first addressed the situation, he had sulked and pouted and begged her to stay.

Not being able to see her for even a couple hours didn't sit well with him but now that he hadn't been able to see her for weeks at a time set him on edge. He had grown accustom to her always around, her laughter, the way her cheeks would flush whenever she caught him staring. His fingers fiddled with the worn knot that held the bracelet together, brows furrowing. From the moment they first broke up he knew he couldn't function properly without her. He had become exactly what Shino predicted, whipped.

Here he was, not even receiving sex from her. He just wanted her around, a little bit of her time. He inwardly gagged at how helpless he became since meeting her. A light tremor ran through him as he sneezed, drawing his index finger below his nostrils as he muttered incoherently about the sudden chill. Propping himself up, he swung from the high branch to the ground swiftly. He had prolonged being away from Hana long enough for today.

Hinata rested her chin against her knees, wrapping pale arms around her bent legs to draw them in to her chest. Her somber gaze followed the drizzle pattern of the rain against the fogged window, the frown marring her lips deepening. It had been raining weeks straight, not once letting up. The rain seemed to be expressing what she repressed, the emotional turmoil between her father, not knowing whether or not Naruto survived his surgery…being without Kiba.

Her cheeks flushed at the thought, burying her face within her knees. Weeks had gone by since their last encounter, since her father withdrew her form school, sheltered her from the "troublesome" boy. She fought tooth and nail just to sneak away to be with him, have some of his time, have those slit like eyes fill with mirth whenever he teased her.

The slight creak of her door sliding open fell on deaf ears, her slanted eyes drifting back to the rain. "Onee-chan," Hanabi poked her head through the doorway, almond shape ivory eyes catching sight of the hunched over form occupying the bed. "Supper is ready."

"I'm not hungry."

"But you haven't ate in—"

"I'm not hungry!" The younger Hyuga jolted, eyes wavering as she nodded, shutting the door behind her. Hinata hadn't meant to shout, her temper that was usually kept in check was becoming unbearable to manage. Her life was no longer hers to live, the decisions were no longer her own. Her father made certain of that.

"Forgive me Hanabi…imouto," Her hands fumbled with the latch of the window. "Forgive me father." Her foot poised over the sill, eyes shutting against the sudden burst of wind and pellets of rain against her face. Trying to gain her composure, Hinata grasped the wooden frame before pushing off.

Neji glanced up from the book in his hands, snapping it shut as he rose. The noise had been subtle, light shuffling of feet against the floorboards. The sound wouldn't have been audible to others but reached his keen ears with ease. Hooded ivory eyes lifted in the general direction of Hinata's room, the prominent scowl lacing his lips deepening as he strode to the doorway.

She was planning to escape again.

He found himself at the entry way of the compound, watching as she fumbled to put her shoes on. She was trying not to draw attention to herself, he noted as he stepped from the shadow. Her trembling shoulders jerked, shock present as she swept wet strands from her vision.

"Neji nii-san," He loomed over her hunched over form, narrowed eyes unreadable. His stance was cold. Not even offering a hand to help her to her feet. "Heading out?"

His tone clipped, sending involuntary chills down her spine, her teeth worrying over her lower lip as she nodded. His chin tilted, a ghost of a smirk twitching his mouth as he turned from her.

"I'll find a reasonable excuse to give Hiashi-sama."

Her cheeks flushed with realization, blinking up to him in confusion. Why wasn't he scolding her? Telling her how rash the decision she was making would affect her? This wasn't like him to just let her do as she pleased. He followed Hiashi's request without a doubt even if it meant causing her pain.

"Neji—"

"It's the first time I've seen you truly happy since your mother," His head incline in her direction, a small smile lifting his lips. "It isn't much but it's the least I can do. You deserve happiness to." His eyes shut, crinkling at the corners as a genuine smile touched his mouth. It was crooked and boyish, making him appear youthful, naïve. Utterly adorable. She found herself grinning in return, wrapping him in a tight embrace.

His eyes widened from the sudden contact, stumbling over his own feet as his head nestled against her warmth. "Thank you Neji nii-san." Her lips brushed over his cheek, the pale flesh darkening.

Kiba felt a rush of relief wash over him, his eyes taking in the lack of shoes at the entry way. Hana was gone, for now. The absence of her presence, whether for short or long periods of time, was good enough for him. Slumping forward slightly, he kicked off his shoes before shutting the door behind him. To admit he was tired was an understatement. Between Hana's relentless pestering and trying to see Hinata when she found time to get away was putting much strain on him. He was under more stress now than when he was using women for sex.

The irony of the matter was he wasn't even having sex now.

He groaned at the thought, pushing from the door as he shuffled down the dark hallway to his rom. Without Akamaru around the house felt too quiet, lifeless. Kicking the door open, he scoffed at how willing Akamaru had been to leave with Hana. All she had to do was bribe the pup with baked dog biscuits and he was at her beck and call, panting at her heels affectionately. Something within his chest ached, the feeling of betrayal eating at him. He hated how quickly Akamaru had gotten over their harbored hatred. After everything she put him through, put both of them through, Akamaru willingly began to trust her again.

He tugged at his shirt, throwing it carelessly over his shoulder as he sank onto his bed.

The small chiming of a music box in the distance caught his attention, his small ears perking as his vision blurred slightly. "You shouldn't be so reckless Kiba," Slender hands grasped his face, her dark eyes inspecting his reddened bruise beginning to form along his forehead. "You're still just a child."

"I want to be strong to protect you ma!" He found himself boastfully saying, pink tinting his cheeks as his eyes found hers. The woman was radiant against the soft glow of light peeking from the opened curtain. Fangs jutted from the corners of her mouth as she smiled, warm eyes showering with love. "Promise me you'll be careful." A cheeky grin laced his mouth, holding his tiny arms to her, fingers outstretched.

A small chuckle escaped her lips as she scooped the child in her arms. "Must you be so needy Kiba," Her nose nuzzled against his cheek tenderly, the child flushing as he grabbed his mother's face. "Grow up to be a fine soldier just like your Chichi, my Kiba…"

The memory seemed faint, almost as if it never really happened. As if the woman from the chopped memory wasn't the same woman that caused his sorrow so long ago. The lightening cracked against his window, causing an eerie glow over the obscured room. His head lulled to the side, taking in the shadowy figure pressed against the glass. He had been too shocked to be frightened, jerking forward as he scrambled off the bed.

"Hinata?" Lifting the window, he welcomed the rush of rain splashing against his exposed flesh as he rushed her in. Her clothes were soaked through, her dark hair matted as pinkened hands rubbed viciously at her forearms. Through the bushel of wet hair, he could see her teeth chattering, his hands reaching out to peal her clothes off. Her body went stiff beneath his warm hands.

"W-What are you doing?"

"You'll catch a cold if you stay in these clothes," He tossed aside her shirt. "Why are you out in this weather anyways baka?"

"I-I just wanted to see you." Her voice raspy as she stepped out of her soaked jeans. Kiba forcefully shook his head, cheeks tinting as he brought her barely covered form flushed against his. Her fingers inched along his bare torso to coil firmly around his neck. "How long do we have this time?"

His fingers combed through her tangled dark tresses, his lips pressing against her temple. Her grip on him tightened, fingers weaving through the dark hair along the nape of his neck as she drew him close to her face.

"I want to stay here with you," She whispered against his mouth. "I-I'm ready to give myself to you."

It's been awhile, I had to get back in the groove of writing AGAIN smh I'm here to stay this time. I have to find time to write but this story will get finished! There's finally some insight on Kiba's past for all who have been wondering. Not the full background but it's a filler. Please review, favorite, follow, all that jazz!