By: Sly Omi
Disclaimer: As pertaining to all chapters herein: I, Omi, do solemnly swear that I do not, have not, and will not ever own any claim to copyrights of Naruto, either in manga or anime form, or any merchandise thereof. I am writing this for fun, not with the intention to make money.
Raiting: PG
Pairing(s): KibaNaru
Warning(s): You are reading this of your own free will. If yaoi or shounen-ai offends your sensibilites, turn ye back now. Failure to comply with this might result in your tender sensibilities being mortally offended, incurring mental trauma on your behalf. However, failure to comply with this also means that it's your own fault should that happen - I am morally obligated to do nothing about it other than laugh at you for not reading the warnings.
When Kiba and Naruto fought, it wasn't a normal couple spat. Hell, it wasn't even a normal ninja couple spat. When they fought, they fought long and hard, teeth and claws bared. More often than not they took pieces of skin off the other during these drawn out battles. Naruto always healed from these injuries first, and when he saw the state Kiba was left in he would insist on caring for the brunette, so Kiba figured he didn't mind the fighting so much.
But Kiba also figured that it was good that they didn't fight too often, or they might both be left permanently damaged. The first time they'd fought had been early in their relationship and over something relatively stupid, but had served to leave Kiba with a mild concussion by the end of it. Kiba had been having a bad day and walking down the street to Ichiraku, only to see Naruto glomping Shikamaru had done nothing but made it worse. Akamaru had even jumped off Kiba's head to hide. Kiba's possessive nature had gotten the better of him, and Naruto's independent nature had caused the blonde to rebel fiercely. (Naruto later laughed at Kiba for having insecurity issues.) They'd each gotten so worked up during That Fight that odd things had happened. Naruto's chakra had changed – suddenly it wasn't its normal blue but a menacing red that smelled like fox and death. Kiba would swear now that he had seen the blonde's eyes flash with blood red, but it was gone so fast that he could never be sure. They hadn't fought with that intensity since.
Not that Kiba was complaining. When That Fight was finally over, both of them covered in flecks of blood and bruises, the horror and sadness that seemed to invade the blonde's entire being as he helped Kiba back to his home was more than Kiba could take. Naruto had alsoavoided Kiba for a week. That had bothered Kiba more than the actual fight or the strange changes.
Kiba didn't remember what had started the fight this time. It didn't matter, really. This time they were fighting less in actual anger and more because it was exhilarating.
"Oof! Kiba! Gerroff me, teme!"
Kiba snapped back into his thoughts, realizing that he'd pinned Naruto to the ground. He grinned at the back of Naruto's head ferally. He leaned down, putting his lips next to the blonde's sensitive ears, whispering, enjoying the way the shorter boy shivered.
"Maybe in a minute."
Making up was always the best part of fighting.