Notes: I got a wacom tablet!
Hate What You Love
Chapter Four: Under aged
Twelve years
The harsh Konoha sun beat rays down, slamming them against the villagers and people that scattered about the busy village today.
Sweat drenched and skin burning; a certain auburn haired boy began training.
Beads of perspiration danced about his body, sticking to his skin like sequins would to a Halloween costume. His face glistened bright red from the sun's exposure, the red staining his once pale "winter" skin, as he liked to refer it as.
His jacket was sticking awfully uncomfortably to his body, hugging his figure tightly and hanging over his body in an annoying dangle. Deciding that the just wearing the jacket was wasting stamina, the young boy delicately peeled the offending jacket off and lay under the shade of a tree, in hopes of hiding from the rays of the sun.
Akamaru came bounding forth, his little tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth. He pounced onto Kiba, a pink tongue licking Kiba's cheek and yipping, excited as usual.
Kiba chuckled; Akamaru was as lively as any day and today was no different. Kiba picked the puppy up and laid him on the ground next to him. He raised a finger, signaling the puppy to calm.
Akamaru froze. His little eyes watching the finger held up by Kiba.
Kiba grinned, then laying back, placed a hand on his bare stomach and closed his eyes. He had expected Akamaru to curl up besides him, but instead felt himself jump five feet in the air when he heard an unsuspecting scream.
"Aieee! Kiba, come get your dog!" There was a yip, then another yell.
"KIBA!"
The Inuzuka peeked open an eye to take a peek at the piercing scream that seemed to swallow him alive. He saw a blonde whip of hair, then the long, long legs that poked behind a tree. Kiba sniffed the air.
Flowers.
"KIBA GET THE HELL OVER HERE BEFORE I KILL THIS DOG!"
Maybe shampoo?
"KIBA!"
No, vanilla, yeah—definitely vanilla.
"KIBA GET THIS DAMN DOG OUTTA MY SIGHT!"
At that moment a little white puppy came scrambling over to Kiba, out of breath and whimpering. Kiba immediately perked up, the soft features on his face turning sharper and he felt a protective rage clutch him. His ears seeming to move on their own as he twitched in anger…
He marched up to the offending tree that his faithful dog had run from, eyes angry and motions jerky and quite sudden.
On the tree, hung a pair of socks, a short mini skirt, and a shirt. The light weight, cottony garments still from the lack of wind in the air and the purple fabrics seeming to bake in the summer heat.
Ino yelped and dashed towards the river that ran behind the tree. The current ran fast and swift enough to hide and conceal her body. She blushed furiously.
"You pervert!" She yelped, too embarrassed to think of anything more creative.
Kiba couldn't help but break into a small smile. Akamaru hid behind his legs, whimpering and shaking at the sight of Ino.
"You're scaring Akamaru." Kiba remarked loudly, "You are really sick going around showing your body around to strangers."
Ino growled, lowering herself even lower into the water.
''Shut up." She pulled the ribbon out of her hair, letting it all spring out and wrap around her shoulders," At least I have a body."
Kiba opened his mouth to respond, but was stopped when something wrapped around his ankle. Before he could even look down to see what was on his ankle, Kiba was pulled into the water.
A large splash filled the air, pouring down onto the two shinobis.
Kiba reached to the surface, drawing in a breath of air.
Kiba bundled his fists together as Ino's laughter echoed loudly in his ears, turning his cheeks right red. He waded in the water, holding onto the edge.
The water felt good, it was cold and refreshing, fighting against the thick warm air that the sun created. Kiba turned around, finding Akamaru sniffing the water. Ino was still laughing, her loud laugh hitting against Kiba, his anger boiling up.
"What are you laughing about!"
Kiba questioned her loudly, mouth flapping out widely and fangs flashing in a angry glisten. Ino shut her mouth, her eyes narrowing into slits. She marched over to him, her body still bare, barely covered by the water.
Ino held her hand out, and grabbed a fistful of his thick brown hair.
"You talk a lot of shit for someone that doesn't say much." Ino's voice suddenly lost its attractive sound to it; her voice seemed to grab Kiba like a snake, her fingers tightened on his hair, the slender limbs entwining around the ample and full auburn tresses with a threatening strength.
Kiba managed to crack out a smile.
Ino saw the smile; she snarled and grabbed his neck. Kiba's smile did not fade.
"What's so funny!" Ino growled, lifting him a bit above the water's edge.
"Hey, what's that crawling up your ass Ino?"
Kiba managed to croak against Ino's iron grip. Ino's eyes flew open; the pale lids that covered her face seeming to have ripped off as she splashed back into the water to hide herself against the slightly muddy currents. Shock and embarrassment flew across the blonde's face, an alarming red glistening over the once perfect and clear complexion.
"God dammit! Is it just you, or are all the Inuzuka's this perverted?"
"It's just me."
Ino sighs.
As expected of Kiba or any twelve year old boy in fact, to proudly wear their perverted-ness like a badge instead of a nasty deed and habit that they add to society. Her sigh lingers freely in the still air, and with a single movement she leans back, relaxing as the cool water whips rather feverishly over her exposed body.
"Nah nah…why are you so pale? It's been like freakin' three billion degrees for two months and you still have nothing to show for it? Are you scared the sun's gunna eat ya?"
The blonde girl lifts eyebrows at the boy, face lighting up in amusement as the boy seems to show some sort genuine concern, his face a bit droopy and worried about the health of the girl's skin.
"Sasuke-kun likes pale girls."
Of course. Everything always went back to Sasuke, no matter how hard he tried. Especially around this certain blonde…
"Then Sasuke-kun's never seen a hot girl."
Kiba grins as the girl suddenly loses her cool and suave she had a moment ago, her body seems to tighten and clench a bit in anger and frustration. The Inuzuka prods lightly at a piece of grass at his side, his face tipping to the side to act fake concern out.
"You know what's hot? Those beach girl's, the one's with the really skimpy bikinis and nice tanned skin—"
Kiba's words seemed to drawl out into the air, nearly knocking Ino over in frustration and anger she's trying so hard to swallow.
"And the long whipping black hair, that sticks to their ocean wet skin….that's tanned, and—"
A rock is shoved up Kiba's mouth.
Ino hoists herself from the water's edge, dirt staining her knees and wet skin. She moves quickly, motioning herself to grab her baby blue towel that sit near the tree, the awkward color looking odd against the auburn bark that surrounds it.
She then begins to run.
Bare feet slapping against the forest grounds, twigs and sticks that lay scattered about the ground biting into her skin and drawing back crimson gore. She runs faster as she hears the loud Inuzuka chase after her, his loud bellowing laughter curdling up inside her ears.
"Hol' up!"
The brunette jumps over bushes and trees, his swift movements cutting through the still air with loud whooshing sounds. The red crimson scar-like marks that dab his cheeks glisten along with his mood…
Ino's desperately tries to keep her towel up over the more sensitive areas of her body, but in her haste the fabric seems to slip from her slender fingers as she makes an awkward effort to keep it up.
Running…running…running…running….
Bump.
"Ino princess! Why are you only in a towel? Was someone trying to ra—"
A certain rowdy Inuzuka decides to make his entrance, his loud booming laughter piercing the area around them as he flips through the air, bare chest exposed for all to see!
"Ino! You forgot your clothes!"
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'Those Inuzuka's are really horrible, trying to take advantage of my daughter's beautiful body and use it to fulfill their….greedy desires."
"Dad! I'm trying to tell you! Kiba was not trying to rape me!"
"Kiba? That dog has a name?"
The blonde girl slams her head against the edge of the dinner table, her anger apparent and written over her pale face. The table trembles under the enormous weight she pounds down upon it, her angry strength bellowing out from her fists and she begins to attack everything in the room…
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"Kiba—we've received calls concerning that you um...tried to uh…make love to a certain woman of the Yamanaka clan?"
Gasps and silence shake the once chaotic filled room, shaking the room horrendously as they all turn to face the pre-teen that slumps over the lumpy leather couch, his soft features turning extremely sharp and rather aggravated as the accuse hit his ears. Young faces of three and five all look up to their older brother, faces scrunched up at the thought of "love making."
"WHAT?"
Kiba snaps up, nearly kicking over the buzzing television in the back, his hand me down sandals clattering loudly against the screen.
"Me? Sex? Isn't it a bit underage?"
His slightly chunky fingers viciously point to his face, wildly exclaiming that wild possibility of that thought even coming to mind. His face twitches in annoyance as the younger child from the clan begin to laugh, throwing small chunks of food and legos at the Inuzuka boy.
The brunette slams a fist into the crayon stained wall behind him, denting an awkward hole into the surface of the perfectly laid plaster…
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Strange exchanges of glances are thrown wildly at Kiba as he enters that fully attended training grounds, his face stained red in embarrassment as he quickly rushes off to meet his team.
Feet scattering around in loud, quick blows, the young Inuzuka met his team with a grin, arms waving in the air and face full of a glow.
"Hey Hinata!"
He gave his teammate a hard pat on the back, slightly regretting it as she lurched forward a bit, her delicate body almost hitting the ground.
"Hello…Kiba."
Kiba flashed a large grin before turning to his teacher, presenting her with a low and quick bow. His was written over in slight puzzlement as he looked around….
"Shino's not here."
"Behind you."
Kiba gave a girly squawk as he lurched forward, fear somehow thrown into his eyes as he scrambled from the ground.
"Hello Shino."
He gave his teammate a dark glare before turning to face his teacher.
"Ten laps around the forest, meet Team Asuma over by the old oak after you're finished."
Kiba grinned in union with his dog's bark, but before the two were up on their feet, he felt a warm, but sharp, hand grasp his arms, pinching him through the thick jacket that was thrown lazily over his body that morning.
"Kiba, you wait here, I wish to talk to you."
Shit…
Kiba watched in slight sadness as his two teammates hopped to their feet, beginning their laps around the forestry area. His face faltered in the slightest of ways as he turned to face his teacher, his respect almost gone as he snapped irritably at her.
"What?"
"Kiba…I wish to discuss with you the seriousness of the rivalry between the Yamanaka and Inuzuka."
Kiba groaned, his hoarse voice echoing loudly and bouncing crazily over the small and condensed training area. His crimson eyed teacher's face suddenly turned sharp in seriousness that made Kiba falter a bit before plopping onto the ground with a harsh sound.
"This is only under orders, otherwise I wouldn't be discussing with you, but your mother thought it would be good for me to talk with you."
Another person to add on my kill list…
To be continued…
Notes: Kiba's least favorite food is food he can't chew.