Kiba was sure of it.
They were too late.
The scene they walked into was one he wasn't sure he was ever going to be able to shake—and he's seen some shit. As soon as the team landed, they were lucky enough to have American agents waiting for them—along with a squad of police the agents called and notified on where they thought Sota's whereabouts would be. They loaded themselves in the agent's SUVs and took off towards the club Hisato said Sota would be at. On the drive there, one of the agents made a remark about a 911 call done at a hotel; talking about suspicious activity and shifty men; the same hotel Kakashi and Sakura were staying at. That, paired with the information Kaito gave them—the US agents put the two together. The US agents Kaito called happened to be ones he worked with often, if they needed to do work in the states or thought the Yakuza was heading their way—so they were familiar with what was going on. There was a sense of urgency among not just the team, but now the agents, too. Everyone knew who they were dealing with, and everyone was aware of just what could happen.
And it happened.
While the team made their way through the club, it wasn't hard to find out where Sota was keeping them. Shino took the head, easily leading them through while everyone else made good of plucking off grunts; handing them off to police that started to leak into the club while patrons started to pour out. They had a short window of time to act before Sota was given any notice, and as far as getting to where Sakura and Kakashi were—it went well without a hitch. The problem was, they were too fucking late. They charged in, Guy surpassing every grunt that was standing in the way to get one of the brothers in the back. Shika and Kiba took care of the grunts inside the basement, while Shino and Neji charged for Sota; Shino being the one to jerk him back by the hair while Neji and Lee took care of the other brother close to Kakashi. Cops came flooding in between them, and the US agents came in last with guns. The room would have been considered in total disarray, if Shika hadn't planned their attack all the way through.
Still, they were too late.
When Kiba finished up with one grunt, he turned his attention to the center of the room; where Sakura stood completely naked and covered in blood and riddled with deep gashes; watching as Kakashi beat the living shit out of Sota. Kiba watched blood splutter out of Kakashi's throat, out of multiple wounds all over his body, and the long, bleeding gash across his face. He knew he should have done something; he knew he should have pulled Kakashi off of Sota; they all did. But Sakura looked so beat up, Kakashi was so fucked up—that it was a due justice that no one had the guts to interrupt. Sota had caused everyone misery, and the fucker deserved what was coming to him—and he got it, alright. Kiba has only seen Kakashi go off the rails several times. He knew the man could fight—he was a top shinobi for Christ's sake. He also knew the man had a past of killing with no regard during his darker hours. In that moment, Kiba saw a glimpse of that man, fueled by seething rage. He watched his teeth grit, bloodied silver brows tight, and eyes burning with fury. Kiba watched Sakura watching Kakashi—and it worried him. He watched as Sota's cries died out and the fucker's body stilled. He watched as Kakashi collapsed, body tremoring from shock. He watched Sakura fall to her knees, crawling her way over to him and placing his head in her lap while she tried to stop the blood that gushed out of his neck. They were both soaked in blood, they were both losing blood, and they were both deathly injured. He watched Shino strip himself of his jacket and place it over Sakura's shoulders as cops started to surround them. He watched Kakashi still; he watched Sakura's face tremble and fall.
Kiba watched until he couldn't watch anymore; tearing his gaze away while Sakura's lament filled his ears; booming and bloodcurdling, echoing off the walls and wrenching everyone's hearts.