Authors' Note: Yes, we have a thing for Kiba's sexy hair. And yes, this is our first joint venture. Sure, we play pretty big parts in helping each other write stories, but that's just like... helping to inspire or correcting the occasional grammar mishap. THIS story got passed back and forth between us. We had fun writing this. We wrote this instead of paying attention in chem class. It is a COMPENDIUM of our story-writing geniuses. Enjoy.
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It was monsoon season. The winds were blowing. It was about to rain. Oh look. It's raining. A rather dejected Kiba was strolling about in the monsoon. He had gotten into a fight with Akamaru that morning over who got to use the bathroom first. Hurtful words had been said by both parties, and it ended with Akamaru storming out angrily while barking a few choice words over his little doggy shoulder. Now Kiba was out looking for his best friend with a box of Beggin' Strips as a peace offering, hoping they could reconcile their differences. He was practicing his "I'm So Sorry!" speech.
"Akamaru, I'm so sorry about this morning. It was such a silly argument.... Of course I should have let you use the bathroom first! You are the dog after all... I was being so stupid..."
Sasuke was strolling about a little ways behind Kiba. The customary pack of rabid fangirls was scurrying about a little ways behind Sasuke. The wind blew off Kiba's hood. His sexy hair was revealed. It began to dampen in the rain.
"GASP!"
"GASP!"
"GASP!"
The rabid fangirls gasped simultaneously.
"Who is that sex god who is not Sasuke?!"
His hair was sexy. His red markings were sexy. Even his razor sharp teeth were sexy. The fangirls started chasing after Kiba. Now, Sasuke gave a gasp.
"GASP!"
The girls were not following...HIM? He was a little miffed. Then he got mad. Admit it. Sasuke has the personality of crappy sandpaper. All he has are his looks and his oh so sexy voice, which made those rabid fangirls religiously chase him all around Konoha. Now Kiba was taking them away. Sasuke wanted revenge on the new sex god in town.
So at first, Kiba only had his little doggy on his mind. But then, as the rain poured on and the Beggin' Strips got soggy, he let his mind wander over to that oh so special girl.
"I love the way she twiddles her thumbs...though it means she's having one of her bouts of shyness and is impossible to understand with her stuttering... I love the way her voice is so quiet...though sometimes I can't hear it. I love how her hair looks so shiny and silky...though it kind of looks like a mushroom..."
Kiba had a way of making romantic thoughts rather unromantic. Oh, well look at that! Kiba stumbled across Hinata whilst in the midst of his strolling. She was watching Naruto stupidly train in a monsoon.
"Hey Hinata," he said in the sexiest voice he could muster. And it was sexy.
However, it had no effect on the dear girl. She merely nodded and said, "Kiba," in a very distracted manner.
At that very moment, the rabid fangirls finally caught up with Kiba. They screamed for him.
"KIBA!!"
Hinata looked up to investigate this new source of noise that was distracting her from her Naruto-musings. She gasped.
"GASP!"
Kiba was ...different. It wasn't just that his hood was down. She had seen that millions of times. This time was special though, because his hair was DAMP. And that made ALL the difference. The dampness of his hair, plus those sexy drops of water dripping down his face, PLUS his sexy razor sharp teeth, PLUS those smoldering hot red marks that made him seem so very...oh, there aren't ANY words to describe Kiba's sexiness. Except for one. Kiba was officially SEXIFIED. Hinata swooned.
Kiba sensed a disturbance in the force. Something was happening today that had never happened before. Hinata was looking at him. Like, at him. Every day, he would go about on his frolickings and find Hinata standing behind something watching that Naruto fellow. And every day, he would greet her in the sexiest voice he could muster. And every day, all she did was give him the barest of replies and go back to watching that blond-haired bimbo without even looking at him. But today, Hinata was actually looking at him... There was something odd about the look she was giving him too... Something... new...
"GASP!"
Kiba gasped as realization dawned. That look in her eyes... it was... it was... But alas, before Kiba could complete his train of thought...
"KIBA!!" screamed the fangirls again. Without warning, they threw themselves at the sexiness that was Kiba with damp hair, pushing poor Hinata out of the way in their hurry.
Kiba found himself drowning in a sea of rabid-fangirl arms. They were everywhere. He was suffocating. They continued to scream his name in an extremely high-pitched way that all but shattered his eardrums. As Kiba fell to the ground under the weight of the screaming rabid fangirls, they all raised up their arms in joy at having finally caught up with him. Seeing an opening for escape, Kiba crawled desperately between the stick-like legs of the rabid fangirls and managed to breathe open air once more. But not for long. Oh no, the rabid fangirls were not as air-headed as they looked. Pretty soon, they realized that the object of their adoration had disappeared from their dog pile and was trying to sneak away. They gave chase. Kiba ran for his life. Unfortunately for him, little bits of soggy Beggin' Strips were falling out of his pocket, creating the proverbial "trail of breadcrumbs" for the rabid fangirls to follow. Kiba, obviously, is not the sharpest tool in the shed. MEANWHILE...
Sasuke was brooding. About Kiba. And his new lack-of-fangirls-status. When a person such as Sasuke broods, bad things tend to happen. Today, a bad thing did happen. Sasuke hatched a plan. An evil plan. An evil plan with many twists and turns and role reversals. All to get Kiba back for taking away his fangirls. Sasuke gave an evil smirk. Now, all he needed was an accomplice to bring his genius evil plan to fruition.
"Hmmm..." Sasuke pondered, "who should I get to help me? It can't just be anyone... I need someone who's persuasive... who won't ask a lot of questions... who's enthusiastic...someone who Kiba will not suspect of trying to trick him..."
After spending a couple of minutes racking his brain, Sasuke gave up. Instead, he started crossing out people who wouldn't fit the job. Pretty soon, through the process of elimination, he ended up with one name: Rock Lee. And that was only because he was the only one who fit the "enthusiastic" part of the description. Sasuke wrinkled his nose in distaste.
"Rock Lee??? MUST it be HIM??? I mean... he's so very... unfortunate-looking... If he is to help me carry out my genius evil plan... I will have to behold his unfortunate-ness for quite some time. I am not pleased..."
Sasuke sighed. For the sake of his genius evil plan, sacrifices would have to be made. He was just going to have to deal with the unfortunate-ness of Lee's err... situation. So before he could talk himself out of it, Sasuke sauntered off in search of Lee.
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Authors' note: agh, we're typing as fast as we can... there's probably gonna be another chapter or two of this.. most of it is done already.. just needs... tweaking.