A/N: That other previous fifth chapter I wrote was dreadful, I'm so sorry but I'm also glad that I wrote this new chapter. It involves Kiba more than in other chapters. Hope you like it. It's the beginning of : Different (that will have two or three chapters in this story). You'll know why it's there soon.

Dedicated to: AspirinForYourHeadache

Chapter 5:

/Kiba, What's wrong/ The white, older wolf turned his head to face Toboe.

/Feel like crap today/ he sunk lower into his tiredness

/Why is that, Kiba/

You wouldn't understand little puppy, how love gets…how messy and hard to cope with…not when you have, not one but two wolves, both of them willing and ready to show you affection.

/I'm tired, I'll be up as soon as the moon is out. We can talk then/

"So…Kiba, what's bothering you?" The taller disguised wolf flinched at the sound of a familiar voice. So Toboe had come? He actually hadn't meant any of the meeting part, he just wanted to see the moon, smell the flowers…but they didn't smell they way he liked them to smell…

'So are we ever going to get there? If you keep getting taken away, dragging us…can't believe I'm thinking of you like this, Cheza…'

"Kiba?" He flinched again and felt Toboe's presence closer, much closer…much too close.

'What would happen if I betrayed you? Would you say "This one is hurt"? Or would you never find out?'

"Kiba?" This time he let the thoughts slip from his mind. He didn't need Tsume and Hige on his back about a little puppy. A little puppy whose hands were straying to his cheeks that were wet with tears…

'Crap'

"It's Cheza isn't it?" Kiba brushed Toboe's hands away from his face.

"Go back, you'll need more sleep…we have to get going" he voice almost cracked, but he forced himself to not let that happen. Paradise is so close…so close

"Kiba…" his hands almost fell on top of his leader's thighs…but even he could not possibly do such a thing. He knew, if anything, that Kiba didn't want to realize that Cheza was a flower, who got stolen away and retrieved and stolen again.

He was also sure that if anybody could love Kiba, it was Hige.

Hige could love anybody as long as he had to chase and hunt down…his technique was much too strange…he liked hard to get things but he got them easily. He didn't like tradition too much and yet he had actually managed to love Tsume and Toboe and look other ways very few times.

He pulled his hands back and started walking back to the little cottage where they were staying.

"You know he'll never agree to do anything with another man" Tsume argued

"Except for Hige" said Toboe trying to sound sweet so that they wouldn't fight again for the hundredth time that week. Hige stretched himself, his stomach growled.

"I'll get food, and then…"

"Buddy, you look distressed"

"Am I not?"

"I know you are…" he sat next to Kiba and for some reason it did feel so strange. He remembered having met him for the first time inside that dog cage. The silence lasted too long with Kiba, far too long.

"You know why I'm here. Let's get on with it"

"Tell me. Is sex the only way to solve problems?" Hige was surprised by such a statement. That was a fact most of the time.

"Your distracting me, but I'll show you…it's not the only way" He closed the space between them and looked up to the taller male ready to kiss him. Kiba didn't shake but deep inside he did feel a certain something…his heart was beating

'Shit…then it must be the only way'

He let his index finger trace Kiba's lips. He rubbed the back of his friend's neck and leaned in as close as possible…he didn't want to give Kiba a chance to push him away. It seemed all too good for it to be lost in an instant.

He felt Kiba's heart racing and he remembered the thrill of it…

"Push me away if you want to, but I'll only come back…I need this right now and you even more than I"

Kiba heard but he didn't believe. He didn't find any sense in it, at all. Something was about to burst in his brain from confusion. If he did love Cheza, wouldn't he not be doing this? Hige didn't give him too much space to think inside that bubble.

When he breathed it didn't feel like he breathed air. He breathed a scent, strong and soft it teased his nose but it also numbed hurtful thoughts.

His hands were caught in curly messy orange hair and he couldn't even tell where his mouth was anymore. And one thing came after another, he could not even concentrate in between…

It was killing him, to think about guilt…he only had thoughts for Hige's technique… so beautifully and accurately pleasing.

'Hige…damn it'

A/N: Tell me how you like the idea of more Kiba in this story. I'll put much more Tsume and Toboe in later chapters.