A/N: Urgh! I'm painting the fence! I'm covered in green paint from two days ago!!! I also went to an anime convention a while ago, so I wasn't gonna be on the computer for a long time. Sorry if the fork thing seemed cheezy, but it's from Renee's past… kinda.

Under Siege

"Renee, please wake up! Come on! Mom, get in here, I think she's wounded!"

As I was floating back to consciousness, I became aware of a sharp pain in my back, and something warm dripping down my back and soaking into the back of my tee-shirt.

"Kiba," I barely managed to whisper, "it hurts"

"You're going to be fine; I'm right here, don't worry"

"He's here, he's here in Konoha. He's looking for me, and he's mad at me."

"Why is he mad at you Renee?" asked Kiba, with an unconcealed eagerness in his voice.

"I almost killed him. He was angry again, but he doesn't know why he got mad. I was at his house helping him clean up after a party from the night before. I think it was because I wasn't picking up the empty beer cans fast enough, but that's not the point. He got mad, and was going to beat me again, and I defended myself with a fork that was on the floor, and it pierced his stomach. It was in self-defence, so I didn't get in trouble. I think that he's here for revenge. Adrian's going to kill me!" I managed to croak out.

"He's not going to kill you. I won't let him hurt you ever. I promised you before, and I'm promising you now; I'll protect you from anything. I love you"

"Kiba, move out of the way, her wounds are pretty deep, and if they don't get bandaged right away, she'll die from the blood loss," said Tsume, bursting through the door.

I hadn't really noticed the amount of blood trickling down my back, but the pain always there, stinging where I had been stabbed in my dream. Now, after hearing that I might die, thanks to my ex-boyfriend Adrian, I had started to go into hysteria.

"Hey, Renee, it's going to be alright. I'm here, right beside you. You'll be fine," breathed Kiba into my ear, as he crawled to the other side of his bed and grabbed hold of my hand.

"This might sting a little, hun," said Tsume, holding a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a bag of cotton balls. (You know the stuff that comes in brown bottles and fizzes when you put it on a wound? That's what I'm talking about)

Let's just say that a little was an understatement. A very big understatement…

"Just squeeze my hand if it hurts, okay?"

"Yeah, I know." I said, already squeezing his hand as hard as I could.

"Hey Hana, can you bring me the gauze please?"

"Yeah, sure mom," came a far away voice. I hadn't met Hana yet, and this wasn't the ideal time for her to meet me.

"There you go Renee, you're all done here."

"Thanks. Is it gonna scar?"

"I'm almost positive. You might or you might not have scars, but that shouldn't be a big issue right now. Your priority is to calm down your ex-boyfriend, and get him out of town, and back to Canada. Any questions?"

"How are--" I started

"No questions at all, right Renee?"

"No, no questions."

"Hurry up, both of you. Before he does something that he'll regret."