So... Naruto ended. Sad T_T

But, it was pretty drawn out, so I'm grateful for that too. In case you didn't know, Tamaki is the cat girl Kiba is seen hanging out with in the last chapter. I honestly don't know much about her, and I don't think anyone does either. This is just how I envisioned the two meeting and getting together.

At the moment, it's rated T because of language. It won't be a smut, because I can't write it when I know so little about her. I don't know how far this will go either; I'm just experimenting. And... I'm a fan of KibaHina. This is just to add a little to the untold story of opposites attracting.

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She had turned me into an idiot. Baka, I was cursed.

I loved her. I still did. Even when she broke up with me, left me, to date Naruto.

I couldn't blame Naruto though. He was my pal; we went way back. He treasured me as his companion, and I know he didn't mean to do what he did.

It still hurt.

In all honesty, I blamed Sasuke. I blamed that red-eyed bastard, and I cursed him. Because when he came back with the rest of us from the war, he swept that dumb-eyed Sakura off her feet and stole her from Naruto, knowing very well what he was doing. And Naruto, in his lonely self, got close to Hinata. I didn't think much of it at first, but that was my fault. She slipped away from me like water through the fingers.

Naruto still apologized to me, every time he saw me. I knew it hadn't been his intention to actually get to know her, and to fall in love with her. Seriously, who could resist Hinata, once they knew who she really was? I told him not to think much about it, because when he did, it reminded me of what I lost. My better half.

When Hinata had told me what she had decided, I had gotten down on my knees and pleaded. I begged.

"Hinata, please."

She had cried so hard. I had always tried so hard not to make her cry; maybe it was an omen. "Kiba… you know how I've always felt."

Yeah, I knew. I knew that she had given up when he had left for Sakura. And she probably would've forgotten about all of that, too. But fate hated me. Even though she had been truly happy with me, I guess it hadn't been enough. I wasn't good enough. She was the heiress to the most noble clan in Konoha and fitting to be the match of the Hokage.

"Hinata, you'll only be second in his heart." I was desperate. I was so desperate to keep her. "But, you've always been number one in mine." I was telling the truth. I had never wanted anyone but her.

"I treasured you." I added, I was trying to sound strong, but my voice cracked and broke.

Hinata shook her head, and her eggplant hair hid her eyes from me. "I know."

"I love you." I whispered. I held her hands in mine.

She was sobbing, weakly trying to tug her fingers from mine. "I love you too. But, I've already decided."

That was it. That was the end of everything for me.

My sister stopped talking to Hinata and her family. My mom tried everything she could to get me out of my room. But, I was still locked in there. If I ever left, it was out the window and off the roof.

Surprisingly, Tenten was the only one I could talk to. We were never that close. But, the few times we spoke, she was always understanding. She never pitied me because she knew I didn't pity her for her loss either. She had inherited her aunt's business in an attempt to distract herself from Neji's death. It was worse for her, for sure. Because even though I loved Hinata so much I could die, at least Hinata would be truly happy. And that made it slightly better. But for Tenten, Neji was gone forever. She would never see his smile, never feel his touch, never bear his children like she had wanted to.

I wandered out again. Akamaru was snoozing on the bed, but it wasn't like I could sleep anyways. I didn't have a particular destination; I just sorta wandered. I hopped around on people's balconies and looked down at all the faces, illuminated by the small stall lights. I saw Choji and Ino, out on a late-night snack excursion most likely. And I also saw Sasuke, but he was with Kakashi, deep in conversation. I resisted the urge to unzip my fly and take a long, steaming piss on him.

I found myself a nice, disgusting bar to sit at and ordered a round of saki. And then another. After a few rounds, I think the host just gave me the rest of them free. Because my bill was surprisingly low for how fucking drunk I was.

I stumbled around, and I saw Choji and Ino look at me in shock. Choji came up and steadied me. Dude, he was solid. Choji was more solid than the earth I stood on.

"Kiba, let me walk you home."

I shook my head. "Nah, man. You've got your girl. Walk her home." I wasn't trying to be rude; I just didn't want Ino to fall prey to some leacher. She wasn't all that bad, really. She was bitchy and sorta vain, but I knew she was really tender and caring towards her companions. And she really cherished Choji. I could tell by the way she looked at him because that's the way I looked at Hinata.

I wobbled off before he could start after me. Though Choji was strong, I was still much quicker, even when I was totally intoxicated.

I hopped onto some roof, but I had to steady myself. I puked into someone's potted plant. Shit, I probably would have to come back and apologize tomorrow. If I even made it that far.

Onto the next balcony. I accidently knocked some chair over with a loud clatter, and a girl slammed her window open. "Oi! What the hell are you doing?"

I didn't know this chick, but "Kami… you stink bitch." She did, she smelled like cats.

I puked all over the ground.

"Shit, shit shit!" She climbed outside and grabbed me. I was still puking, and she hit me on the back hard. I don't think she was trying to hurt me though, just making sure I didn't choke on my own vomit. "Hey, don't lean back."

She propped me up in the chair I previously knocked over, and ran back inside. When she came back, she shoved a cup of water under my mouth. "Drink this."

I did, but I choked half of it back up, all over my shirt. I dropped the cup; thank god it was plastic. The girl avoided the puddle of puke and went back inside. She came back with some sorta bun, bread-like thing.

"Eat."

I laughed as I took a bite. It was pretty good; it was probably handmade. "How many drunks do you take care of?"

She didn't answer, but she just waited for me to finish.

I stood up suddenly, and knocked the chair right back over. She grimaced. "Really…."

"I'm sorry." I lurched over the railing and back onto the roof. Things were less fuzzy now; I could keep my balance for the most part. "I swear, I'll find you later and clean this up."

I hopped off quickly. I really did feel bad.

But then I realized the next morning that I had no idea where she had lived.

I was massively hung over, and my breath tasted foul. Akamaru looked over at me and barked.

"Yeah, yeah, I fucked up."

My dog was more responsible than I was. What in the actual fuck.

I got up slowly, and winced as my head throbbed. I gargled and rinsed my mouth out, and brushed slowly, so that the toothpaste comically leaked out my mouth and all over the sink. Hinata thought it had been cute; she laughed at it a lot.

Fuck. No. Stop.

Stop thinking about her. She was my poison, and I had no antidote.

My mom knocked on my door lightly. "Kiba?"

"Yeah, come in."

She looked at me, but she didn't say anything about my condition. My mom understood too. When my dad left, all she ever did was cry. That hurt worse than when he would hit me.

"Choji is on the phone."

Probably to check up on me. I sighed and went into the hallway to grab the phone. "Yo."

"Hey, Kiba. Did you make it home okay?"

I smiled weakly. He was a good guy. "Yeah, man. Thanks."

He was quiet for a second. "Do you want to go get barbeque?"

Man, Choji really was perfect. Ino had the right idea; maybe I should fall in love with him too. "Yeah, sure."

"It's good hangover food." He added.

I barked out laughing. "No kidding. I'll meet you there in a sec."

"Kay."

I hung up.

My mom peeked her head out from the door. "You going back to the apartment?"

No. Never. That place smelled like her, reminded me of her. She still had her things there, too. I would be totally fine living at my mom's for the rest of forever.

"Choji invited me for lunch."

She smiled. I think she was glad I was going out, even if it wasn't back to my own place. "Alright, have fun."

Akamaru padded along, but he didn't come into the restaurant with me. He was heading out to one of those big empty fields, to chase rabbits and roll around in the grass. Choji was sitting there with Shikamaru.

"Hey."

Shikamaru grinned and poured a cup of tea for me. The cup was hot against my fingers, and it felt nice. "Kiba, you've lost some weight. Getting trim, right?"

Shikamaru was smart. He knew that wasn't it. He was discretely checking up on me.

"Haha, no. Still eating the same as always." Why were they always worrying? I wasn't going to starve myself to death. If I was going to go, I would go quickly, painlessly. I already had too much pain in my life.

Choji was treating today, and he insisted we order anything we wanted. I ordered a large side of ribs, bone in. Because hey, I was basically a dog too.

I ate until I was at the point of puking all over again. Afterwards, we drank hot tea and chatted. Shikamaru admitted he was planning to propose to his girlfriend.

Temari. God, what was he thinking. Sister of the Kazekage, with a seat on his council and a matter in all the affairs. Such a violent chick. She was scary.

"Now?" Sure, Temari was a few years older than us, but Shikamaru was still young. We were barely in our twenties.

He laughed dryly. "I want kids. But she doesn't."

Whoa, whoa. What? Shikamaru, wanting kids? Even Choji seemed startled. I barked out in laughter. "You would be a weird-ass dad, Shika."

But he was just smiling. "She said she would consider it if I married her. She really doesn't like kids, though."

Choji was smiling. "I'm happy for you."

I thought it was ridiculous. But after I pondered over it a little bit, I realized it wasn't so crazy. I would've done the same for Hinata. I would've glued a ring on that finger in a heartbeat.

I thanked Choji for the meal.

I was looking around for Akamaru, with my nose of course, but then that scent drifted over me. Cats. Smelly, stinky, raggedy felines.

I could smell her.

I padded around until I found her.

She was sitting at a café, sipping at a coffee and reading a small book. I hadn't paid much attention to what she had looked like that night, but she was actually quite pretty. She had long, brown hair, chocolate eyes. Tall, slender but with some bangin' curves.

I crept up beside her, but I didn't know what to say. She didn't notice me either; she was too immersed in whatever she was reading.

I awkwardly cleared my throat, and she wielded around wildly. I think she was about to punch me, but she stopped when she saw me.

"Oh. It's you." She didn't sound angry or upset. Just mildly surprised.

"Um… hi." I reached my hand up to wave, but why would I wave if I was right in front of her? Was I retarded? So, I slowly lowered it.

She smiled, and then unexpectedly put her hand on my forehead. I almost cringed away at the touch, because of the cat smell that lingered on her clothes. But, underneath it all, she smelled like warm vanilla. I was perfectly still and shocked as she patted me down, checked my pulse, poked at my neck a little bit.

"What are you, a doctor?" I said uncomfortably.

"I'm a vet."

Great. An animal doctor. How appropriate.

"Are you feeling better?" I would've been mad that she was treating me as such, but she looked genuinely concerned.

I scratched my head. "Yeah. Sorry about that… I can come over and help you clean it up?"

She laughed, and waved it off with a slender hand. "It's fine. I've already taken care of it."

I felt like a jerk. I didn't know this girl, but she was still kind and honest. I was that weirdo stranger who puked all over the place and scrammed.

I guess I may as well introduce myself so she could make fun of me to her friends later. "I'm Kiba."

"Inuzuka. I know." She pointed to my cheeks "Your sister, Hana, used to come to our store."

Oh. Even better. She reached out her hand. "Call me Tamaki."

She invited me to sit with her. I paid for her coffee, and she let me.

Tamaki wrinkled her nose at me. "And you said I smell."

"You do." I remarked dryly.

"Dog boy."

"Cat girl."

I glared at her across the table. "It's not like I don't like dogs." She added. "I'm just a cat person. I prefer them."

Maybe we could get along then.