CHAPTER ELEVEN: "I DIDN'T KNOW NARUTO WAS INTO THIS SORT OF KINKY STUFF!"

THANK YOU SHUIRO FOR BEING MY BETA; YOU'RE A WONDERFUL PERSON!

KIBA'S POV

I stepped out of the car almost slamming the door shut; I pulled the backpack over my shoulders, and walked towards the main building. I didn't get halfway, before my desire popped into my view. Naruto was walking about a hundred feet in front of me. Before I got to call out for him, someone else did. "NARUTO, HEY, WAIT FOR ME!" And, running past me was Juugo; this was the third time this week. He was running straight towards him, and as he reached him he slung an arm around him. He pulled him so close that he almost fell over. I could feel my vision getting blurred, and I could feel my heart beat in my ears. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins; I was going to kill Juugo. The nails were digging into my palms, I could tell that much, from the pinching pain. I managed to calm myself down with telling myself that, if I killed Juugo in front of Naruto. He would get terrified of me. I couldn't do anything violent, I would ruin this thing we had even more. And it was pretty fucked up at the moment.

My thoughts had been out of control since Tuesday, coming up with every possible explanation. Am I really that bad at cooking? I know I burn the most, and break a couple of plates. But no one beats me at preparing bacon. I had started to get used to the frightened looks I got, when people backed away, as I stepped through the crowd. Naruto couldn't be that mad at me for burning the shit we were making in class. Who the hell can make that stuff? Naruto was an exception; he was like a gift from the gods. He had the looks; personality and he could cook. I opened the locker pulling out everything I needed for the first period, and slammed it so hard that people fell silent and a couple of heads turned around. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!" It came out as a growl through clenched teeth. The frightening looks on their faces stuck to my mind, and I walked away more pissed off than earlier.

Why was Naruto acting like this? I couldn't understand what I did wrong unless he told me, but that was the fucked up part. He was ignoring me, like the plague. And, he was hanging around Juugo, or more like Juugo was hanging around him. Did Naruto even know what he was doing to me, or was he breaking me on purpose? The worst thing was, he was supposed to sleep at my place for the weekend... How was that going to happen when he was ignoring me?

The weather was no good; it had been shitty all week. It was cloudy and raining. It didn't exactly help me on my mood, more like intensify it. It was like, I wasn't even present in class; I was more silent than normal, and dripping. My foot tapped against the floor in a hurried pace, following the same rhythm as my thoughts.

Was the problem that Naruto never liked me? That, he finally had gotten enough of my shit, and given up? I found it unlikely, especially after every thing we had done. Or more like after the morning after the party? Had I in someway scared him, or had someone told him about my old outbursts? It seemed like the most normal explanation, but it still felt like that wasn't the case. There was something else, or something more in the least.

I had reached the point where I had become a ticking time bomb; it was like I only waited for someone to say something wrong so I could punch their face in. I was almost craving to just hear the sound of bones breaking; I was changing for the worst. I was on the verge of losing myself in a spiral of violence. The whole situation hitting me harder than expected, how could I get so attached to someone that I only saw at school, and sometimes, on the weekends. We never had sex, we weren't a couple, and I was never sure about if he liked me back. I did have a hunch, but I never knew if it was as bad as me. And, with the present situation, I didn't know anything anymore.

If Shika ever saw me in this situation he would slap me, a real, bruising, bitchslap.

They say that teenage love makes you do crazy things, which can make you insecure, and even make you, seem hormonally unstable. After experiencing this in only a week, I could say that it made sense now. I was thinking the worst of myself, and expecting the worst. Me, Inuzuka Kiba, was insecure. I was insecure about love, I didn't know if I could call it love, but I did know I was crazy about him. After being put in the situation, I wanted nothing other than to get the hell out of it.

It was lunch; half of the day had passed by. Not that I knew how I survived it. However, I had no appetite, and I didn't want to see anyone's face. I was walking towards the cafeteria for the first time this week, not that I thought about going to the most crowded space during this time of the day was a clever choice. I didn't process it. I pushed the doors open with both hands; the loud yelling, and shouting hit me like a shockwave. I had forgotten how loud it used to be, I had gotten used to the quiet lunch, which I spent under the tree. The tree where I met Naruto… I already missed it. I can't believe he actually ran away as soon as he spotted me on Tuesday, and he even got the fucking Uchiha to chase me away. In that situation I was actually helpless, no one stood up to an Uchiha. Without severe consequences…

I strained my neck, trying to locate my friends, that I used to eat lunch with. And, soon enough, Hinata, Suigetsu, Neji, Gaara, and Shikamaru popped up in the crowd. And, at the end of the table I could spot a certain jock with a one of a kind hair color. As my eyes got a look of what was seated next to Juugo along with an arm around. Naruto. My Naruto, was sitting with Juugo. My jaw clenched, and I fisted my hands, I stopped dead in my tracks, breath already rigid. What the fuck did he think he was doing with my Naruto, that was right, Naruto, was mine. HE WASN'T SOME FUCKING JOCK'S PET! JUUGO DIDN'T EVEN DESERVE HIM! As I was just about to yell some words, that shouldn't be in my vocabulary, I stopped myself. Naruto was sitting there; he couldn't see me in this state. I turned around walking in the direction I came from, hoping I wouldn't change my mind.

I was shoving people out of my way, while growling. "Can't you fucking move already?!" I think they picked up on that, since there was already a clear line through the crowd. I started running, I needed to get away from the crowd before something bad happened.

The fist collided with the locker a last time, and a chocked yell was the only thing that could be heard in the empty hallway. The skin over he knuckles were cracked open revealing a gushing red color. "Fuck." It needed to get cleaned up, maybe even stitches. I raised the fist again, and when it was just about to strike, someone spoke.

A sarcastic voiced echoed through the hallway, making me panic inside.

"What did the locker ever do to you?" I got the chills from the use of sarcasm. I couldn't express how happy I felt for punching a locker. If it had been a person, my face would have been dislocated by now. I clenched my teeth together, as I put my banged up hand in my front pocket, man it hurt like a bitch. I turned around with a fake smile, plastered on my face. "Yo, Shika." I was not expecting this. Man, he looked fucking furious. And for the first time in two years, Shika raised his voice at me. "DON'T YOU JUST 'YO, SHIKA' ME, YOU FUCKER!"

My eyes widened at the scene, Shika was yelling at me. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he was glaring at me. He was furious, and had a vein that was about to burst. Out of a normal reaction, I had raised my hands in an apologetic manner, being scared out of my mind. Dumb move Kiba; dumb move…

He quickly walked towards me, and gripped my wrist. He twisted it around, and got a look at my knuckles. I could now see, they actually didn't look so bad, some band-aids would do the trick. And, before I could even react, he slapped me. It wasn't like when Ino bitch slapped me, right now, it felt like I had been hit with a four thousand paged book in the face. It fucking burned, I think he broke my cheekbones for fucks sake. I guess I deserved it after all. As I spat I could see the scarlet color, of course I had managed to bite my cheek as he slapped me. Great.

He looked up at me with an unnatural calm face; his eyes bored into mine, and his lips were a thin line. "Kiba, please tell me that, that locker is the only thing you've hit this week. And if you lie, I will break your face so no one will be able to recognize you again. Ever" I visibly gulped; it wasn't something to joke about. I could say one thing, which is, when Shika gets mad, he's scarier than Sasuke. Hell, he's scarier than my mom. I was so screwed now. "J-Just the locker, dude." I tried to smile at him, but that face killed all joy that existed in me at the point. I was completely serious at this point, I would get killed other wise. "I'm serious, just the locker, Shika. Not a living human being, I swear." It was true; I hadn't punched anyone. Pushing people was a totally different matter.

He released the grip on my wrist; I pulled it to me, and blew cool air on the wound. Shika was standing up straight, staring at me. "Is this because of Naruto? I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS, AND THIS IS HOW I FIND YOU? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS KIBA? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING? YOU'RE NOT EVEN TOGETHER." I couldn't say anything, nothing came out. Shika was standing, his face only a inch from mine. "You're not going to get violent again, you hear me?" I and Shika were standing toe to toe, staring each other down, and I figured I had to be the first one to break the ice. "How did you figure it out?" his features relaxed, and he slouched down in his normal posture. "Juugo has been all over him, dragging him to our lunch table all week. And, I haven't seen your face in days. And, Naruto looked like he was going to cry every time I mentioned you. Are you guys fighting?" Wow, Shika sure does pick up on a lot. I could feel the lump in my throat while talking. "Why is Juugo all over him? And, why was Naruto crying, what did he say?" Shika only raised a brow at me; I think he realized it was a weird drama between us. "Umh, I think Juugo likes the guy. Not sure about Naruto, looks like he's going to cry any minute. He just stuttered some jumbled words, that didn't even sound like a sentence whenever I said your name." I told myself to breathe; it was hard just to hear about it. "Kiba, what is the problem between the two of you?" Well, ding, ding, ding! We have the million-dollar question. "I don't know, that's the worst part. I don't even know what I did wrong." He only looked weirdly at me, and frowned. "You don't even know what you did wrong, then why the fuck, haven't you asked him then?" I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to do some magic on my joints. "I tried, but before I could ask, he ran away from me. And, he got the Uchiha to back him up or something. Shikamaru looked nervous for a second, "Which Uchiha?" I only grunted back "Sasuke." I heard him sigh, and some curses, but before I could ask what the matter was, he cut me off. "You need to confront him, for all you know it can be a misunderstood situation, or he can think that you're mad at him?" I snorted, as I looked him in the eyes, "How the fuck am I supposed to confront him? He just runs away from me!" Shikamaru fell silent for a couple of minutes, most likely pondering about the situation.

"Hey, I got an idea. But first, you're going to the school nurse. You need to get this fixed." I sighed in protest; I didn't want to go to the nurse. As Shika heard me, he turned around ready to strike again. "You want help or a surgery?"

My hands were numb, I couldn't feel anything. I could most likely break it, and not feel a thing.

I still felt a little lightheaded while walking through the corridors; Shika had an arm around me, supporting me. I was really a sucker for needles. "Wow, I thought you could handle needles now. But, this reminds me about, when you were little, and your mother had to carry you home, since you would puke if you walked." He was snickering to himself, while I only growled looking as pale as a corpse. This is the reason I didn't want to go to the nurse. "You fucker, you just wanted me to go to the nurse, just so you could laugh at me." I tried to look intimidating, but I think I failed, Shika looked unfazed. "So, about this Idea I got."

It could work; there was a possibility. Maybe not that big, but it was there. It was ten minutes to the last bell would ring, and then naruto would come this way, because his car was his only way home. And guess who would be waiting for him.

I was leaning against the hood smoking, as the bell went off. And, it only took a minute before the parking lot was crowded. I just had to wait; Naruto always took a long time to get to his car. He hated the crowd, so when it disappeared, he would appear.

Ten minutes later, and another smoke, I could hear the sound of feet tapping against the asphalt. And, he wasn't alone. I squinted an eye open, and saw orange. I clenched my jaw, and flicked the cigarette towards the ground. I exhaled trying to relax. I opened my eyes preparing for the worst, while hoping for the best.

My voice came out sounding hoarse and rough. "Hey you, long time no see, huh. Hope you haven't forgotten about me, nee Naruto." The sarcasm was so obvious. I almost gagged of it myself.

NARUTO'S POV

I felt horrible, it felt like my lungs was torn out of my chest, and it felt like I couldn't breathe. I hadn't slept at all, I was too afraid that Kiba would haunt my dreams, lull me in some dream world and make me expect the same when I woke up. The Kiba in my dreams was perfect, and it was fucking terrifying.

I wasn't present anymore, I did answer if someone talked to me. But I didn't even know what we talked about. I didn't care at all. The only question that reached me was Shika's during lunch. He had asked if I knew where Kiba was. Of course, I didn't know where he was, the last time I saw him was Tuesday during lunch. It didn't feel like days ago, more like a year or something. I couldn't wrap my head around, how much I missed him. And, when I tried to answer Shika, my voice was shaking and tears were threatening to fall, thank god they didn't.

I found out that Kiba and Juugo were friends, I didn't know what he would think if he saw Juugo and me. What if he didn't even blink, not giving a single fuck? Well, that would mean my plan would succeed, if he only found a new girlfriend.

And, on the other hand, I just needed time for myself. Time to get over him. It was hard, but I kept in mind that it would get better eventually. Not that I ever believed what I told myself.

Juugo wouldn't let me walk alone; he always had an arm around me. He was telling jokes, and saying stuff like how beautiful my eyes were. I didn't even bother to think, he was being serious. He was just another player, looking to get laid. Did I look like some slut, that would spread my legs for anyone? Maybe I just looked cheap for all I knew.

The last bell had rung maybe five, ten, minutes ago? The parking lot would be less crowded, and I think Juugo went home already. I was standing next to my locker, taking with me the books I needed. I put a cigarette behind my ear, and I was good to go.

I hadn't walked long, hell I had just exited the school when Juugo showed up. He waved and smiled, telling me how he had waited for me, and if we should do something this weekend. As normal he slung a arm around my shoulder, most likely to follow me to the car. This weekend, that was right. I was supposed to live at Kiba's... I even had a bag in my car with all the necessaries. The plan was actually to camp in my car for the weekend, since my parents took my house key when they left.

Juugo was talking about the usual, it didn't matter what we started to talk about. It always ended up with football, he 'just' had an example that had something to do with football, and that's how it ended up. Every fucking time. For some reason, football pissed me so much off. I felt like spitting on the person that brought it up. But, I couldn't do that to Juugo. He would do something that would end up, with me never being able to spit again.

I lighted a cigarette hoping to ease my temper. But, as soon as I lit one, Juugo spoke. "You know, smoking is bad for your health." Of course Juugo had to say something like that, he was a jock for fuck sake. They most likely piss Gatorade for all I know. "I don't give a fuck, I enjoy smoking." He only smiled at me, he didn't even argue. This was the reason I couldn't get Juugo off me; I couldn't even manage to piss him off.

"Naruto, why is Kiba standing with your Impala?" as soon as I heard what Juugo said and turned to get a look at the scene. Everything froze. My mind went blank, and what I was supposed to say didn't escape my throat.

If Juugo hadn't confirmed that it was Kiba that stood leaning on the hood of the car. I wouldn't have believed him. The person that was supposed to be, Kiba Inuzuka, looked like shit; I didn't know if I should laugh hysterically or break down crying. He had dark circles under his eyes; he wore a expression I had never seen on him before. His forehead was frowned up, his eyes were glaring, and his lips were shut together in a line. He looked like a stranger; this wasn't the Kiba I knew.

And what if this was his real self, and he figures out that I saw through his plan. What if this was Kiba? A hostile guy looking like he would kill you, and just wanted a good fuck? Not that I would even be a good fuck.

Why did my feet even carry me towards him, I felt that I would start to panic soon. I couldn't get out of the situation, Juugo was holding me in place, and my voice betrayed me from protesting. Now I just had to listen to what Kiba had to say, he would most likely be pissed about being sexually frustrated? I seriously didn't know what would happen, what would Juugo say? What would Kiba say? I didn't know how the situation would turn out.

"Hey you, long time no see huh. Hope you haven't forgotten about me, nee Naruto." I visibly cringed of the sarcasm; Kiba wasn't even a sarcastic person. I had a bad feeling about this. We were maybe ten feet away, and Kiba smiled at me just like he always used to do. His perfect pearls showing of in a wide smile, and his eyes used to have that spark. But this time there was no spark, they looked angry, they seemed darker than before, most likely the affect from the dark rings under his eyes.

My under lip was trembling, and I was clutching onto each sleeve of my jacket. I needed to make him believe I didn't care about this. Or, he would just start saying shit about, how I blew him off.

I gave him a nod, not trusting my voice at all.

"Kiba, what are you doing here?" Juugo didn't even know why the tension was so thick; he was like a stranger to a crime scene. Kiba didn't even spare him a glance; his eyes were directed at me. Those angry eyes, he was furious.

"Are you too cool to talk to me now, huh? Geez Naru, what happened to you? No, what happened to us?" His voice was so angry and intimidating, and he wasn't even shouting. He raised a brow, and walked towards me, he stepped forward being uncomfortably close. He was hovering over me, his brows furrowed. His eyes, his eyes looked disappointed? Was he disappointed?

There was an uncomfortable silence for a minute, I could practically hear the raindrops fall. "Do you have a bag or something?" not even thinking about what I was answering, it slipped out of me. "The bag is in the passenger seat, why?"

I didn't react before all I could see was the ground, and Kiba's gorgeous ass. Kiba had put me over his shoulder walking to the passenger side of my car. I could hear the click, and a door open. He took the bag out, closed the door, and started walking. When the fuck had he snatched my keys?!

My fist was hammering on his back, not seeming to bother him at all. "LET ME DOWN KIBA, LET ME THE FUCK DOWN RIGHT NOW!" I could hear a hoarse chuckling and his shoulders shook a bit. "I hope you haven't forgotten, but I promised Kushina I would take care of you this weekend. I have already gotten the pills, and Kakashi's number, everything is taken care of." That was right; mom didn't even know that we were fighting. I was fucked. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU TAKING ME? AND JUUGO, WHY AREN'T YOU DOING ANYTHING?!" Juugo looked a little shocked, but only started to laugh. "I didn't know Naruto was into this sort of kinky stuff. Don't be to rough on him Kiba. See you guys later" And then, he walked towards his own car, getting in, and driving away.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"

As my voice died down, I could hear Kiba's hoarse laugh. His back were shaking, and I started to get lightheaded from being upside down for this long.

"You're sexy when you're mad, you know that Naru?"

A/N: I'M BAAAACK, HOPE YOU GUYS MISSED ME.

I guess this is what you call a turn of events? And, who knew Naruto was into kinky stuff?

(I couldn't help myself with that one, sorry hahahaha.)

I had a fucking hard time writing this chapter, I have rewritten it like three times or so. I hope you liked it, and I hope you are exited to find out what happens next.

And be sweet and leave a review! Thanks for reading as always!

~kebab-chan