There is a spoiler in this chapter. I finally finished the second part of it so check it out. :D The spoiler is bolded so if you HAVEN'T BEEN KEEPING UP WITH THE MANGA, avoid reading it. I marked it with arrows and little stars. It's s sad spoiler really. :(( Enjoy! And please please please review.
Yuka had slept so deeply, so comfortably that night that the next morning when she woke up she believed herself to be dreaming. She was laying on a soft surface, the warm and soft blankets covering her almost entirely. She blinked a few times, her hair falling in her face as she stretched slightly. She was about to move out of bed when an arm snaked around her waist, holding her securely against a warm, and musky, man. Kiba.
"Where you think you're going?" he mumbled against her neck, his hot breath raspy in the morning.
Yuka bit her lip. She couldn't just run away from him, not now. She had to keep up this façade. She had to make him believe her so that when she did betray him he'd never forgive her. She needed him to stay as far away from her as possible.
She sighed softly, pressing herself against him. "Nowhere now,"she whispered, her hand going down to gently squeeze his forearm. She hadn't even realized that she had nothing on but her panties. She blushed immediately, crossing her arms across her breasts. Kiba noticed and chuckled, kissing her shoulder gently.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," Kiba whispered, his hand going underneath her to wrap her completely against his body. She could feel his hot breath on her ear and temple. "Not around me."
"I… I can't help it," she whispered, feeling even more mortified.
"Relax, Yuka," he murmured, nuzzling his nose in her hair. "It's not like I haven't seen you before. I had an excellent view last night."
If it were even possible, she blushed deeper, her eyes going wide with that realization. The details of last night came flooding back to her. The positions, the words said, and the feel of Kiba holding her, touching her, doing things that she wasn't aware her body wanted. He'd been everywhere, touched everything- The Cursemark. She gulped, her head spinning. Shit, shit… why didn't I think about that? What got into me? I'm so fucking stupid!
"Yuka, please," he whispered again, moving so that he was hovering over her, his bare chest visible to her now. It was scarred from scratches, bruised from biting, and she swore she saw dried blood on his neck. She couldn't stop the tears that misted her eyes. Kiba immediately noticed her eyes, the way she stared at his chest, and he could have sworn he saw true fear in her eyes.
"K-Kiba," she groaned, her hand going up to touch the bruise on his collar. He winced slightly and she pulled away. "What did I do? I'm so sorry I…"
"No, it's not that bad really," he insisted, taking her hand in his. "Really, I'm not in pain or anything. Besides, there like battle scars for me."He flashed a cute smirk and she couldn't help but grin, her eyes averted from his bare chest, abs, and hips. He was completely naked. She hadn't even realized until he'd been there, hovering over her.
"Kiba, how did they happen though? I didn't think I…"
"Oh, it's okay. Really… it was your first time and everything and that can sometimes happen. I mean, it was really painful for you," he said quickly, shrugging his shoulders. "Besides, you have a couple of your own," he whispered this last part, gently running his fingertip down from her earlobe to her collarbone. "I didn't mean to but we were going at it and I couldn't control myself and I just… bit."
"You bit me?" she asked with a slight chuckle. "You really are an animal."
At this he smirked, moving so his hips were in between her legs, gently lowering himself so his forehead was against hers. She jolted slightly so he made sure not to press against her, figuring she was still sore. She gently reached up, one hand on his chest, roaming slowly, and the other wrapping around him, resting on his back. She caught his eyes and she just couldn't look away. They were the deepest color she'd ever seen. He gently trailed his fingertips down her cheek before moving so his body wasn't smothering hers. She moved slightly so she could lay almost interlocked with him, as one being, staring up into his eyes.
"Yuka, can I do something?" he asked, his eyes watching hers intently.
"What is it?"
"It's nothing bad I promise. I won't do anything you don't want me to, I promise…"
She gently spread her hand flat against his chest, massaging gently with her fingertips. His chest was so hard and his muscles were strained as if they'd hold her like that forever. "Okay," she agreed, glancing up at him. He grinned and then leaned in, his eyes watching hers as he put his hand under her chin, cupping it. She closed her eyes, expecting a kiss but instead she felt his nose gently bump hers before he moved it slowly back and forth. She giggled before realizing it and he chuckled back, his other hand squeezing her hip so she was still encased close to him.
"There," he whispered, pulling away. "I knew you'd like that."
She sighed, smiling back at him. His expression was so beautiful. He had a slight smile on his face, his beautifully straight teeth popping out , the canines well pronounced as usual. She loved his smile. She loved him. Damn it. Don't say that. Just shove it aside, now. You need to get out of this situation soon. The plan will be executed tonight.
She gently placed a kiss on his lips, pulling away before he had the chance to deepen it. "It's probably useless to pretend nothing happened but we really should get up for the day," Yuka whispered, her hand going up to run through his untamed locks. "I can't imagine Tsume-san is happy."
"She never is. But I'm sure she'll have some choice words this morning," Kiba admitted, pulling her against him one more time, sighing softly at her scent. It smelled so amazing.
She basked in his warmth for a moment, feeling so protected and so amazing. This feeling would be gone, all too soon, so savoring it now would be all she'd have for the rest of her small, and short, life. He slowly pulled away and she pulled him back, holding him hungrily. She couldn't stop, she couldn't let him go. Not yet. Kiba must have noticed because he adjusted, sitting up slightly so he could cradle her. She wasn't sure how many minutes she sat there like that but eventually Kiba started to trail his fingers over her shoulders, her sides, occasionally gaining a gasp or a soft "naughty" from Yuka as he touched and teased.
She pushed off him now, standing so her back was facing him. She quickly grabbed for her uniform and pulled on her skirt and pants. If there was any luck that Kiba didn't see the cursemark last night, she had to hide it now. It was aching though, a subtle ache; something that was probably overlooked earlier due to her soreness from her activities the night before. She quickly scooped up her shirt and belt but she couldn't find her bra. She peered about before turning right into Kiba. He was standing, naked, in front of her with her bra dangling from his fingers.
"Looking for this, love?" he asked a sexy grin on his face. "I don't know why you ladies have to wear these. Personally, I think I'd enjoy it if you never did again."
Yuka just smirked back. "Kiba, I'm a kunoichi. If I didn't wear one on mission it might get cold. What would I do to hide myself then? Surely my teammates would notice. What if the enemy noticed? It could be horribly worse for me…"
"I'm sure you're teammates wouldn't mind," Kiba scoffed, his brow knitting in annoyance. "That closet perv Shino. I know what goes on in that mind of his. He's a dirty dirty nin." He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. He still held the bra. Yuka was covering herself with her shirt. She sighed and tried to grab it from him but he was still muttering about Shino.
"If Shino is a closet perv then I'm sure Shikamaru is a downright perv," Yuka admitted a slight smile on her face. "He isn't very touchy feely but that would explain those comments that night at my place. I bet he reads those Icha Icha books along with Kakashi-sensei…"
"Excuse me?"
Yuka hadn't noticed, her mind wandering with the subject but Kiba had gone stone cold, his eyes narrowing at her. Her eyes widened and she quirked an eyebrow as if she was observing a new species of animal. Kiba had an unreadable expression on his face and she didn't like that.
"What?" she asked, reaching out for her bra again. He handed it to her quickly, his eyes wandering her face.
"Shikamaru… he's said stuff?" Kiba asked, his voice straining to stay low and controlled. She could tell.
"Who hasn't, Kiba?" Yuka asked, a bit taken-back that Kiba was becoming so jealous so quickly. It kind of made her feel good but she didn't want to press it. She quickly slipped on her bra, adjusting herself before pulling on her shirt and jacket.
She hadn't noticed but while she was doing that Kiba had slipped on his own pants and mesh shirt. When she turned to look at him he looked annoyed, slightly sickened. She bit her lip and then moved over to him, forcing him to look at her.
"Kiba… what is wrong? He can say what he wants; look at what he wants… I'm yours. I… I thought I made that clear last night," she whispered the last part. "Maybe I was wrong."
Kiba sighed and then shook his head. "No, no I shouldn't be so jealous," he groaned, running his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry; the idea of Shikamaru even touching you makes my skin crawl and my blood boil."
"He kissed me, just once," Yuka admitted, her eyes downcast now. "I should have told you that before. I didn't even think about it but I have to be honest with you. He kissed me and I kissed back. Also… I kissed Shino too."
Kiba didn't say anything for the longest moment and then he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, obviously they weren't very good at it."
Yuka looked up at him with wide eyes, a grin breaking over her lips. "Not very good at all," she admitted, standing on her tip toes to gently peck him on the lips. He wrapped an arm around her and held her tight, his lips hungrily seeking hers. After running out of air Yuka finally pulled away, pressing her forehead to his chest.
"Wow," she breathed, kissing his chest through his shirt. "You're amazing."
Kiba just chuckled and let her go, grabbing his shoes and his gear. Yuka did the same and soon they were exiting the room, Yuka deactivating the seal around it. The second she did she heard a loud noise from out in the hall. She almost laughed out loud at who it was.
"That good for nothing mutt! I swear, if he doesn't get his ass up soon I'll go in there myself!" Tsume yelled, the voice of a young man rising above hers.
"Tsume-san, please. He stayed up late last night on guard. He didn't leave his post until well after two. I'm going in to wake him soon, I promise. He'll be downstairs before breakfast is done being served."
"I trust you Daisuke," Tsume spat. "You wake him up or else he'll be in a world of hurt."
"Yes ma'am!" he said, and Yuka could hear her cursing start to fade down the hall. She bit her lip and looked over at Kiba. He was just shaking his head. He wrapped his arm around her one last time, lingering on her lips in a hungry kiss.
"Might not get a chance to do that the rest of the day," he whispered, hungrily suckling on her lower lip. She quickly grabbed his arms, kissing him back before pulling away slowly. She didn't want it to end. He gently ran a hand down her back, palming her bottom before winking and slipping with her out the door.
"Ah! Kiba-san. I knew you couldn't be far," Daisuke said. "I had no idea you were in there with Yuka-san."
"You knew something you sneaky brat," Kiba smirked, walking up to the boy. He was barely sixteen, his looks a bit different than Kiba's. He had burgundy hair, slightly red in tint but the marks on his cheeks were black, not red. He shared that toothy grin though.
"Well, I kind of figured so I had to cover for you," Daisuke admitted. He then smiled at Yuka. "Nice to meet you Yuka-san. I'm Daisuke."
"Nice to meet you," she admitted, reaching out to take his hand. He just grinned and inhaled deeply, a smirk on his face.
"I can see why you like her. She smells amazing," he admitted, shrugging.
"No sniffing my mate pup," Kiba growled, shaking his head.
"Ah, so it's that official is it? What will Tsume think?"
"She's not that scary," Yuka spoke up, a smirk on her face. Kiba grinned back at her in proud affirmation and Daisuke just looked frightened.
"Oh great, way to go Kiba. You found one just like your mom," he joked, nudging Kiba playfully.
Kiba laughed, punching him in the arm before offering a hand to Yuka. "Breakfast?" he offered.
"Sounds great," Yuka admitted, stepping around Daisuke with a smile. "And I'm not like her. I'm much, much worse."
The day was slow after that. After Kiba was pulled aside by Tsume for a talk Yuka decided to go check out the training ground she was shown. It was much like an arena and it made her curious. Of course she always had to be escorted so after she ate Daisuke offered to show her around. She accepted, making mental notes about where certain rooms were and where logical exits may be.
"So, how old is the Inuzuka clan anyway?" Yuka asked, looking at the old paintings on the wall of the hall they were in. It led between the cafeteria-like area to the arena.
"Very old," he admitted. "I'm no expert but I am fascinated about our families heritage. It turns out that our clan is as old as the leaf village itself. Apparently the lands owned by the Senju and the Uchiha both bordered ours. There were so many different clans and groups in the land of fire that the first Hokage had a hell of a time convincing them all. We, the Inuzuka, were always allied with the Senju. Of course, other than you, the only person who has seen our hidden base was Hashirama Senju."
"I feel honored," Yuka said, following him into the large open arena. This would be the perfect place for their escape. Orochimaru would be coming to her sometime tonight, before the sun is completely set. He said this and gave her instruction to neutralize all possible foes beforehand.
She looked about now, looking at the craftsmanship of the large room. It was expansive, seats spanning the pit that housed grass, plants, a few average trees, and some boulders. The pillars holding the roof were all made of a heavy wood, carved with different patterns of wolves chasing prey, howling at the moon, and bearing their teeth. It would have been intimidating if she'd never known the Inuzuka before. The ceiling stretched up and revealed five windows letting in a generous amount of light. This room must have been where the whole clan had met at one time… for what she could only imagine.
"I guess we can wait until Kiba gets here. Would you like to spar?" Daisuke asked, looking her over.
"Spar? No weapons? Just Taijutsu?" Yuka asked, a grin on her face. "I could use the practice. Where is your ninja hound?"
"He's patrolling outside. We use the hounds for recon." He shrugged and then grinned. "It's okay though, I don't need him. We Inuzuka are masters at a special taijutsu," Daisuke admitted, jumping down from the stands to the arena floor.
"Alright, we'll see," Yuka said, following him down. She smirked, throwing off her jacket and belt of weapons. "Taijutsu only; let's see what you can do Daisuke Inuzuka."
After sparring for a good twenty minutes, Yuka noticed a change in her chakra. It was all too familiar and it almost god her injured when she failed to avoid Daisuke's attack. She quickly danced around him, making sure to avoid his powerful frontal attacks. Suddenly she felt it, a tearing and burning sensation rushed down her leg, her eye's going wide as Daisuke's attack hit her head on.
She hadn't countered that time. Her leg was numb and she was laying on the ground when she heard his voice over her. "Yuka-san! Yuka-san! Oh shit, Kiba-sama is going to kill me."
"Quit overreacting," Yuka murmured. "You just got me good." She could still feel the shooting pain in her leg and thigh so she quickly forced herself up so she was sitting. Her head felt a little light but she quickly blinked into focus. "I'm fine. I can heal myself, remember?"
Yuka moved her hand over her leg and started to funnel some of her chakra out of it. She almost gasped aloud when she realized that her chakra was reacting. She acted like it did though, the faint green glow around her hand ebbing the pain slightly. She forced herself up to stand, her leg still a bit stiff. Daisuke immediately came to her side, offering his shoulder.
"Oh, please don't make a big deal out of this," Yuka assured. "Really, I got distracted by my thoughts and let my guard down. You caught that. Very quick on the uptake… you'd be someone I'd like on my squad."
"Really?" he asked, helping her walk toward the steps. It was more like she was limping but she quickly pushed that out of the way when she started climbing them. If Kiba saw this he'd want her checked out by a medic and they'd definitely notice the chakra imbalance.
As Daisuke led her over to the seats along the arena, Yuka moved so that she was heading toward the corridor. He noticed and quickly caught up with her. "Do you need to go to the infirmary?" he asked, a bit of panic in his voice.
"No, I just want to go check myself out in the bathroom. Do you think that would be okay? I mean, you can follow me to the door," Yuka assured, moving with him down the hall they had come in at.
"No, that's fine. I won't mind I'm just trying to make sure Kiba doesn't try to murder me later."
"He won't! You're panicking over nothing. Besides, I've had worse than this. I went up against Hokage-sama for goodness sakes."
"I heard that. I heard it was amazing to see. Something no one in the village has seen in a long time," Daisuke gushed. "Did you really try to blow up one of his toads?"
Yuka chuckled. "No," she grinned. "I tried to get him off balance so I could strike at his fleshy side. I guess toads are more difficult than that."
"Yeah, I remember as a kid taking cover and hearing the tale of the great toad battles when Naruto-kun was still around. He beat some of the greatest ninja in the world with those toads. And before him the legendary sannin Jiraiya used them in the great ninja wars!"
"It's a fascinating history," she admitted, looking down at the ground. "But I never knew him. In fact I never even got to meet him. I just heard things from everyone else, you know?"
"Some say he lives on through Jiraiya-bo," Daisuke said, moving to open a door for her at the end of the hall. She stepped through and followed Daisuke's lead. He led her down a flight of stairs, slowly leading her so she wouldn't fall. When he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned down a corridor she realized she was back in the corridor they had left from that morning.
He led her to her door and smiled. "You do have a bathroom inside your room. It's the door leading from the closet. You have to walk through the closet to get into it. Just let me know when you're done. I'll keep a watch for Kiba-sama."
"Thanks," she said, going inside her room and closing the door behind her. She immediately grabbed her scroll out of her bag and sealed it to the floor. The room went quiet and Yuka quickly ripped down her pants. She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over so she could see what was bothering her.
The cursemark had spread. Instead of it covering just a small part of her inner thigh it had stretched to cover her whole inner thigh, part of her hip, and down her let almost to her knee. It ached too, a profound angry chakra tearing through her.
Was this part of the plan? Was this a side effect of Orochimaru's curse mark jutsu?
She quickly grabbed a small scroll from her pack, drawing blood from her finger before drawing some symbols and seal over her cursemark. If she didn't seal it her whole body would be covered and the power of the cursemark would break free.
Kiba sauntered down the hall, a smirk on his lips. Last night had been amazing, more amazing than he could have imagined. If there was any doubt before, it was silenced now. Yuka was amazing; gentle yet firm, shy but bold… everything he'd ever wanted in a mate. If she could let her guard down, be herself with him, he could protect her from anything, or anyone.
Something bothered him though. Before now she'd acted so controlled, so defiant and solitary. Now, ever since Hokage-sama ordered her to be locked down, she's acting odd. Where she used to be cold, calculated, and adaptive she was now warm, moved by emotion, and easily likable. The suspicion had waned from Kiba's mind but it didn't disappear. He wasn't sure what she could have achieved in some sort of grand plan by becoming his. To be honest it would probably severely hinder any plans she may have. The second Tsume finds out what has gone down it will be all about the Inuzuka.
Kiba paused at this, standing outside a set of doors. He could hear muffled speech behind it but he wasn't worried about that. He was thinking about what he'd done to Yuka. She had no idea what she was getting into when she agreed to be his and his alone. She had no idea what kind of life the Alpha's had. He had overlooked any concerns about the future and thought with his dick again. By being with Yuka he had made a decision for her. Damn it!
Just then the door in front of him slid open. "Ah! Finally come to join us, huh? Hurry up and shut the damn door. We have a lot to discuss," Tsume demanded, looking up from a large round table she was standing at. Kiba entered and was immediately irritated. Inside were not only the three elders of the Inuzuka but Konohamaru, Shikamaru, and Neji. (****This is a SPOILER and I'm sorry if you're not caught up with the manga but Neji just died this week in the manga. Inoichi and Shikaku the week before.SPOILER. Keep this in mind for the future. Not everything is spot on with the manga. Sorry!****).
"What are they doing here? I thought this was sacred Inuzuka ground…" Kiba drawled, walking over to stand next to his mother.
"It would be if this were a normal situation but we have some disturbing news that needs to be aired out and then worked through," Neji admitted, his arms crossed. "Where is Yuka Uzumaki?"
Kiba glared at him a moment before looking between Konohamaru's troubled face and Shikamaru's complacent one. "With Daisuke, in the arena probably. Why?"
"Probably?" Konohamaru asked, his eyes glancing over at Neji. Neji activated his Byakugan and nodded, his eyes lingering a moment.
"Sorry to add even more trouble to an already troubled scenario but her chakra is severely unbalanced," Neji added, looking back at Kiba.
Tsume immediately grabbed him by the ear, pulling him down so they were face to face. Her nose was practically touching his as she glared at him with venomous intentions. "You had Daisuke lie for you, right? You weren't on guard at all last night! You were with her."
Kiba was about to say something when she let him go and shook her head. "Don't deny it; I can smell her on you," Tsume groaned. "You're a fool. A damn fool."
"A fool? What the hell does that mean, Ma? You're the one who was complaining, barely a month ago, about me finding an alpha. Where there she is! Now what the fuck are they doing here?" Kiba asked, his eyes dilating again. They were almost fully black.
"You've just complicated things beyond anything we could ever comprehend," Konohamaru assured, standing up. "Please, take a seat and let's finish this discussion quickly. We need time to counterattack and set up an appropriate course of action."
"Someone better start explaining or I'm going to go fucking nuts," Kiba growled, sitting down with a loud plop. "What is it? Spill it out already."
"You're addressing you're Hokage, Kiba!" Tsume growled. "Show some respect."
"Fine, what is it, sir?" Kiba asked, making sure to draw out the "sir" part.
"I'll explain," Shikamaru interjected, glancing at Kiba. "I know you may be mad at me considering the role I've had to play the past month but I assure you, it was for the safety of us all."
"Roll?" Kiba asked, his hand squeezing the arm of the chair.
"Please, let me finish and don't interrupt me and we'll get through this a lot quicker," Shikamaru insisted. Kiba just nodded, crossing his arms in annoyance. "Alright, well about six months after Hokage-sama was selected as Hokage, he dedicated a division of ANBU to a search and possibly rescue mission. In fact, for the past four years they've been doing nothing but this mission. The mission was to recover any living Uzumaki, offering them citizenship to Konoha. After searching almost every village on the great continent they were about to give up when one of them, by complete coincidence, travelled to the HiddenRainVillage. They were sent there to use any type of water style jutsu necessary to find the dead body of Jiraiya. Falling into the wrong hands would be horrible. What they did not expect to find was a scarlet haired kunoichi with powerful seals resembling that of the Uzumaki. This is when project Alpha went into effect."
"Project Alpha?" Tsume chimed in. "Is that a coincidence or a literal interpretation, Shikamaru?"
"Both really," he admitted. "But the purpose of the plan was to monitor her to assess whether she'd be a willing addition to our village. Her participation in the Great War was limited, that is for sure. In fact she claimed she was just a refugee escaping the battle but in reality she killed dozens of Zetsus. She was placed into a division, hastily, by the close ranged captain. She abandoned the army two days later after a curious number of supplies came up missing, including the body of a white Zetsu."
"Like what supplies?" Kiba growled, already irritated with the way this conversation was going.
"Medical supplies; syringes, tubes, I.V.s, operating equipment, and the body of Zetsu. The medical supplies we overlooked simply because they are legitimate things to be stolen during war. However, the body of Zetsu was vital. Only recently did we have suspicions that she used these supplies for devious means. You see, only someone with inside knowledge would have known that the Zetsu's were made from Hashirama Senju's cells. At the moment it was overlooked but now we are seriously regretting it."
"How? She hasn't done anything since she's been here besides a few minor fights and training," Kiba protested, his fists clasped. "How do you know she wasn't using Hashirama's cells to heal wounded?"
At this Konohamaru smirked. "That is exactly what I thought. I thought that perhaps she used the Zetsu on someone close to her, someone she cared about. Only recently have we learned that she used the cells for Orochimaru."
Kiba sprang up now, his fist slamming onto the desk. "Are you insane? Orochimaru? He's after her for kame sakes!"
"That's what she wants us to believe," Shikamaru interjected. "She's played a very careful and clever game thus far. However, she never expected you."
"Me? Never expected me?" Kiba said, his eyes narrowing. "I don't understand what you're getting at."
"Well, ever since the beginning we decided that, based on observing her for almost six months, she would respond the best to someone who was like her. Someone she could build a bond with. That's why we decided to place the Inuzuka in this mission."
Kiba immediately looked down at his mother. "You knew?"
"Yes, I've known since the beginning. In fact, I'm the one who recommended we handle her. After observing her I realized she's a lot like you."
"I'm so fucking confused. What does that have to do with anything? What does it have to do with Orochimaru?"
"Right, well to put it simply, it wasn't Orochimaru who killed her family. After combing through what Uzumaki documents we had left, and after bringing ROOT files to the surface, we found that a mission about fourteen years ago, conducted by Danzo, in collaboration with Hanzo the Salamander of the Hidden Rain, encountered the Uzumaki family. It's in Danzo's personal notes," Shikamaru said, pulling out a worn scroll from his jacket. He tossed it at Kiba and without hesitation Kiba opened it to read it. It was a blurry text, hand written without a definite date but Kiba didn't care. What was described was more than enough for him:
Mission a success. Four Uzumaki have been found in the countryside of The Hidden Rain. Three eliminated. A man and a pregnant woman. The man died almost instantly. The woman battled, heavy with child, giving her life for a young girl. Girl killed almost half the squad with her powers allowing her to escape. The woman had strong destructive powers in seals, placed on her hands. The young girl had scarlet hair and bright green eyes. Be on watch for her. Deep chakra well. Will return within three months to search for her; if not alive will harvest cells for experimentation.
Kiba threw the scroll back at Shikamaru, a frustrated scowl on his face. By now Kiba's mind was reeling. This new information was more than he could take. Yuka had lied to him, lied to everyone, and what is worse is that she is working with the natural enemy of Konoha, allowing him to take her body. Kiba was not letting that happen; not to another comrade.
He was about to turn and walk out when Konohamaru stepped in front of him. "Kiba-kun, please… we need you to hear us on this. We need you and your clan's help."
Kiba growled, slowly sinking back into the chair. He had to clear his mind, to set his emotions for the woman he loved aside. Wait, he didn't love her. He didn't even know her.
"So, she escaped to Amegakure, away from Danzo and under the protection of newly appointed leader Pein. The information about Konan being her first instructor could be true. We have no way of knowing without getting into her mind. I can guarantee Orochimaru and Yuka have so many traps and seals inside her that it would take someone with immense skill to even get in there."
"Have Inoichi do it," Kiba interjected. "He's the most skilled. Get him to do it."
"He would if we could get close enough to neutralize her. That is only one part of project Alpha," Konohamaru admitted, sitting down again. "There were initially four parts. Get her to come to Konoha. Gain her trust. Get her to volunteer. Read her mind. It was to be relatively simple, something she'd probably never forgive us for but in desperate times you have to resort to the darkest of shinobi arts."
"So this whole time everyone has been pretending to like her to get her to divulge information?" Kiba spat, glaring between all of them now.
"Don't be such a child!" Neji chimed. "You act as if we were going to do unspeakable things to her. It's required of every shinobi not born in the village. She knew that and thanks to Ino's lie, she believes she's earned our trust. It was you who messed up the entire plan."
"Me?!" Kiba yelled, standing and crossing so he was inches from Neji. "I did nothing. I wasn't even aware of the mission. Had I been we'd be on schedule and none of this would be so damn complicated!"
"That is my fault, Neji-san," Konohamaru assured. "You see, I had problems with this plan from the beginning. To be honest, she resembled Naruto so much in speech and fake-temperament that I almost felt sorry for her."
Kiba backed away from Neji, glancing at Konohamaru and then over to Shikamaru.
"You see, I didn't want to deceive her. I wanted to confront her, be honest, and hope that she came to Konoha willingly. If not then we'd be ready to take her on. However, I was advised otherwise." Konohamaru nodded at the other three around the table. "Along with these three Kakashi, Shino, and Kurenai all agreed that our best bet was to employ our shinobi abilities to deceive her."
"It was really meant to bring her into the village, to make her one of our own so she could know Jiraiya-bo, as per-request from Hinata," Konohamaru insisted. "She fought hardest for Yuka's leniency. She kept saying that this is not how Naruto-kun would have wanted us to act after the war. She said it was a disgrace to his memory. Naturally, she's kept optimism about Yuka."
"Why? We all know after Orochimaru takes Yuka's body, he'll be back in three to four years for Jiraiya! He'll be the same age as Sasuke was when he was deceived," Kiba pointed. "What have you really done to avoid this anyway?"
"That's exactly what Shino said," Shikamaru admitted.
"Who the hell all knows about this? Everyone but me?" Kiba spat.
"No, the five of us, Hinata, Shino, Kakashi, Kurenai, Ino, Inoichi, Shikaku, and Hiashi Hyuuga all know about it. We made it top secret as you know," Konohamaru said. "Oh, and the three ANBU members that have been watching her since they found her."
"So everyone," Kiba said sarcastically. "So, she used the Zetsu to do what for Orochimaru exactly? Just sustain his body?"
"Yes, the cells are unique like that. There is something else that may be a bit disturbing," Shikamaru trailed. "None of us have ever seen it but we believe that Orochimaru placed a curse mark on her some years ago, when she was just a child. We're not sure how she survived it, so few do, but we know that she hasn't unleashed that full power yet. Whatever she's saving it for must be huge. This is the real reason she's quarantined."
"She doesn't have a curse mark. I'd have smelled it," Kiba spat; annoyed that Shikamaru suggested that he's seen her body.
"No, you wouldn't have. In fact, I'm sure that was the first seal she ever created. A seal to conceal her curse mark."
"She doesn't have one, I know she doesn't," Kiba admitted, his face tinting slightly red. This made Tsume scoff and Shikamaru laugh. Flashes of the night before began running through his mind. He couldn't stop the blush coming to his cheeks or the arousal that the images provoked.
"Kiba," Tsume warned, looking over at him. "I need an honest answer from you right now. As alpha you're required to answer. Did you have sex with that girl?"
Kiba immediately groaned, placing his head in his hand. "Ma! Come on, not here… not now."
"No, we have to discuss it now you moron!" she screamed, standing up. "I never thought you were that stupid. I never in a million years thought you were so ignorant. Now, even if she does try to help Orochimaru, we Inuzuka cannot touch her!"
"What the hell do you mean?" Kiba roared, standing up. "If she's already decided to abandon Konoha, to abandon herself, then what does it matter if we did have sex?"
"Ugh," Konohamaru sighed. "You didn't read up on you're clan's history, did you? About your Alpha transformation?" Neji and Shikamaru watched curiously, their eyes never leaving Tsume.
"Of course I did," Kiba said indignantly.
"Obviously not," Tsume growled. "The Inuzuka are a ninja-hound clan! We choose one mate for life and there is a reason for that. You gave yourself to someone and her to you. It wouldn't be such a big deal if you would have done that before the transformation but now it's hopeless. We're all going to suffer for this. I cannot believe…" Tsume was babbling, something he'd never seen his mother do. It worried him.
"Ma, what the hell are you talking about? Talk to me, damn it."
She turned to look at him, her eyes solemn, a deep sadness permeating them. "You've just destroyed the future of you're clan Kiba Inuzuka," she admitted. "When an Alpha goes through the change the first month is crucial. It is when he is at his most volatile, his most uncontrolled. His hormones are crazy, his seed the most volatile, almost toxic. It is then that he shares his power with his mate. Don't you get it? I told you a month ago that finding your own alpha meant sharing power. You've just given Yuka some of that power. She is, as far as our clan rules are concerned, you're life mate and our female alpha."