As if it isn't obvious but I'll say it anyway, this fics rating was changed to mature. Some of the content is a little more M rated. The language is certainly so.

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Light…bright, unwelcome light. Kiba halfway opened his eyes with an unhappy moan.

"He's waking up. Quickly contact his mother," a voice said.

He didn't recognize that voice. Kiba had had enough of unknown voices. His eyes drifted shut again.

(…)

Something heavy…Pressing down on his chest. Making it hard to breathe.

"Off," Kiba wheezed. He gripped his hand around the object. Whatever it was was covered in cloth. Tugging weakly at the cloth he repeated his earlier words. "Off."

He heard some excited yelling, there was more than one person there.

And where was that exactly? His groggy brain slowly began forming thoughts. His eyes began to focus. Kiba was really getting to hate the feeling of waking up.

He closed his eyes and listened to the voices around him. "He is going to be okay now. Isn't he?" a higher pitched male voice asked. Naruto. "The d-doctors s-said s-so," a soft female voice muttered. Hinata. "What was he thinking? Doing something stupid like that?" a demanding woman's voice. Ino. "Jerk. Scaring us half out of our minds…It's so troublesome," this voice had a slightly drawling tone. Shikamaru. "At least he's going to be okay," a pleasant voice that you could almost tell the weight of its owner by listening to it. Chouji.

"Stop talking," Kiba mumbled, rolling over on his side so he was facing away from the voices. "You're all too loud."

He felt a pair of arms wrapped around him…No, two pairs? Three?

His body was lifted up as his friends swarmed around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

They all chattered away at once, yelling at him for being stupid, asking him questions, telling him how glad they were that he wasn't dead.

He sighed with relief when the nurse came in to scream at them. "Everyone out! This isn't good for the patient. One visitor at a time, and when he mother and sister come they will take first priority on visitation rights."

Muttering, everyone shuffled out. He clenched his eyes shut trying to block out the light.

He heard a slow, steady pair of footsteps walk towards him. The one visitor he was allowed. A hand reached out and touched him gently on the shoulder.

Kiba could already guess who it was that had stayed behind.

"Look Naruto, I need to explain…" He opened his eyes "I…!?" He stopped short, staring in surprise.

In front of him stood a small girl with short dark hair. She blinked her pale eyes in shock.

"N-naruto?" Hinata asked.

Kiba's face reddened slightly. "I thought you were going to be-…I mean, why are-…Never mind."

Hinata sat down on the edge of his bed looking at him with concern. "Kiba…Do you know how long you've been out?" she asked, speaking slowly to negate her stutter.

"A day?" Kiba guessed, yawning and stretching in an obviously unconcerned manner. Everything had turned out okay, right?

"Four days," Hinata corrected.

Kiba gave a start. How was that possible? If he had been out for four days he would be feeling much weaker. Like the time he had broken his arm. And how could the drug possibly have stayed in his system that long? What had Orochimaru created?

"The doctors said t-that they d-didn't know wha-what c-caused you t-t-t…" Hinata stopped, looking away from Kiba's face to stare down at her hands. She started to pluck at the threads in the bed sheet. Taking a deep breath she concluded what she had been saying. "To become comatose. Th-they had never seen any d-drug like it before. The one that was in y-you."

She reached her hand over so her fingers brushed against his. As though she did it just to reassure herself that he was really there.

"I promise…I won't s-say anything t-to anyone else if you d-don't w-want me to. B-but please t-tell me what's going on." Her gaze lifted up to meet Kiba's eyes. It carried a look of concern and trust. There was even something about her face that made her look stronger then Kiba had ever seen her. He knew that she would listen and not jump to conclusions. Maybe, just maybe he could tell her a little bit.

The boy leaned back against the headboard of the bed. He contemplated things for a moment. "Does the name Orochimaru mean anything to you?"

Hinata's eyes lit up. She seemed to be trying to remember something.

"You might have heard of him before," Kiba prompted her. "He might have done business with the Hyuugas. He's some sort of business man."

Hinata shook her head slowly. Her brow scrunched up in concentration. "That's not where I h-heard the n-name," he mumbled so softly Kiba had to strain to hear her.

There were a few moments of silence, before slowly Hinata said. "Isn't he….Naruto's b-benefactor? The one…who pays for him t-to go to school?"

The color drained out of Kiba's face.

Was this a joke? No, Hinata wouldn't make a joke about something like this. Besides, she didn't even know the situation. But then…

Kiba's eyes shot back and forth, searching the confused girl's face.

None of this made sense.

It's true, Naruto was an orphan. Since he was a little kid he had a mysterious caretaker. One he had never met. One that sent money for everything he needed plus a nice sum for other things he might want. Someone secretive and rich.

But it couldn't be…

He did know Naruto's name without having had Kiba tell him. But he wouldn't have wanted Kiba to use a possibly dangerous drug on the boy he was supposed to be watching over.

Or maybe…

He had known Kiba wouldn't give it to him? That he would do this instead?

Kiba let a low growl escape the back of his throat as he began to shiver with rage.

"K-kiba?" Hinata cried out in alarm. She stood up and took a few steps back.

He clenched his fist tightly. "I need you to leave the room for a few minutes, Hinata. I need to get dressed in my regular clothes."

"Y-you're not thinking of leaving are you? You're n-not well enough to leave," she protested.

"I won't leave. I promise. I want to get dressed so I can come down and speak to everyone. I have something important to say."

Hinata stared at him uncertainly before nodding and ducking out.

Staring at the closed door, Kiba pushed himself out of the bed. "Sorry Hinata," he muttered as he grabbed some clothes his mother must have brought by sometime while he was out. "I really don't like lying to you."

(…)

"How's Kiba?" a desperate blond asked the small girl as she walked into the lobby.

"N-naruto. Your benefactor's name is O-orochim-maru, r-right?" she asked, trying to avoid his question.

Naruto blinked in confusion. "I think so, but I don't see how that could matter. What about Kiba?"

Hinata fidgeted for a second. "I-I d-don't know why. B-but there is s-some k-kind of c-c-connec-ction b-between the t-two," her stutter becoming even worse as she became more nervous.

Naruto narrowed his eyes in thought. Finally he turned away from the girl, heading for Kiba's room.

"W-wait! K-kiba is ch-changing!" "I live with him. It's not like I haven't seen him completely naked before!" Naruto yelled back, earning some strange looks from the visitors of the hospital.

He stormed up to the room and threw the door open. "Kiba you need to-" He stopped short, glancing around the room. His friend was no where to be found.

Naruto ran towards the window and looked down, muttering a curse to himself. Kiba must have jumped down from the second floor and scrambled off. The flattened flowers in the garden under the window were a dead give away.

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"Orochimaru. Someone to see you sir," a strange man with pale hair and red around his eyes drawled to the businessman.

"Who now?" Orochimaru asked, boredly examining his fingernails.

"I believe he gave his name as 'Inuzuka fucking Kiba.'"

A grin snaked its way across Orochimaru's features. "Do let him in, won't you Kimimaro?"

The man nodded his head and left.

There was a loud clatter. Then a series of stomping sounds. Finally the door swung open.

"YOU!" Kiba screeched, throwing himself at Orochimaru only to be stopped by his assistant Kabuto.

The man pinned Kiba to the wall, both of the brunette's arms were forced behind his back.

With his cheek mashed into the rough surface of the plaster wall, Kiba could only see the pale form of the businessman out of the corner of his right eye.

"You won't be able to get anywhere near me with Kabuto around. Not only does he have a highly trained intellect, but also he has been studying martial arts since he was five. Putting that aside, why the sudden fit of rage?" He did his best to look hurt by Kiba's actions.

"Don't mess with me," Kiba growled. "You…You're the one who takes care of Naruto. Of his money. You knew who he was, who I was this entire time! And you still toyed with us like we're pieces of some kind of game! Toy's for you to just abuse when you're bored!"

Orochimaru smiled coldly. "My dear boy, that is all you are."

Kiba stopped his struggling as these words dripped like acid out of the man's mouth. His eyes narrowed, fixing themselves on Orochimaru. "What did you say?" he hissed through his teeth.

Orochimaru looked like he was growing tired of having to explain things. "You, Naruto, even my faithful Kabuto here…You are all nothing more than game pieces to me. Little pawns for me to order about at my will. To dispose of if I grow bored with them. Really, is it that hard to understand?"

Kiba bit down on his tongue. He took a deep breath. How dare this man use him? How dare he think him some sort of plaything? How dare he try to mess with his life? Kiba wouldn't let him get away with this. The boy wasn't about to let this man do as he pleased with his life, so he screamed the first thing that came to mind.

"NARUTO IS NOT YOUR PAWN, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!! LEAVE HIM THE HELL ALONE!!"

Kiba snapped his mouth shut. It took a moment for what he had said to register on everyone in the room, including himself. His words of defense hadn't been for himself. As the thought sunk in, the boy felt his face start to burn.

"My my my," Orochimaru said with rekindled interest. "You really are in love with him, aren't you?"

Kiba tried to turn his face more towards the wall. "No," he muttered in a low tone.

"Really now, I don't see the appeal. He is small and weak looking. His skin doesn't have a nice soft cared for look, or even a tanned beach bunny image. He's just burnt. His hair is blindingly and sickeningly yellow. And his eyes-"

"His eyes are perfect!" Kiba cut him off, dropping his gaze in shame, the realization of his words after saying them catching him again.

"Perfect?" the pale man questioned.

"He's not…any of those things you said," Kiba's voice had dropped into such a soft murmur that Orochimaru couldn't be completely certain if he was hearing right. "He doesn't look like you described him. Not at all…"

"If you insist that he is so wonderful, maybe I should…see for myself?"

"No," Kiba lifted his eyes towards the man.

"You know, it's a funny thing. The one time that we met, and I'm certain Naruto doesn't remember he was so young…I believe he was four? Five at the oldest. Anyway, the first time that we met I had him sign this contract I had written up."

"No…"

"You see, the details of this document are quite unique. At the age of eighteen, the child goes from being in my care to being a sort of…servant. Legal slavery if you will."

"No."

"Seeing as he was a minor when he signed, he needed his legal guardians permission and signature as well. In this case scenario there was no problem. Being his guardian, I gave full consent."

"No!"

"Of course, such documents must be carefully worded or they will be considered null and void do to pre-established laws in this country. Ah, but with just the slightest tweaking of words….Aren't legal loopholes grand?"

"NO!"

Orochimaru turned his cold eyes back to Kiba. The boy was literally shaking in rage now.

"You know…it could be easily enough arranged so that the signature on that little sheet of paper is exchanged for another."

Kiba's breathing slowed. He struggled to fill his lungs with air. His eyes opened wide to show a look of fear. Not panic, nervousness, or worry that the businessman had already seen on his face. No, this look was different, there was real fear there now.

Try as he might, he couldn't get his voice to come in anything more than a meek whisper. "What?"

Orochimaru licked his oddly long looking tongue over his lips. "I've already explained to you, this boy has grown up into something uninteresting to me. I require something of beauty to be my…pet."

The color slowly began to fade from Kiba's face.

Chucking Orochimaru waved his hand dismissedly at the boy. "I'm not into the Lolita thing, dear child. The bodies of children on the whole are unattractive to me. It is around the ages of twenty to thirty that the bloom of a human's youth and beauty is truly the most wondrous."

These sentiments sent cold chills down the boy's spine none-the-less.

Orochimaru thoughtfully ran his thumb across his bottom lip. "When they are very you, you can never tell how they'll grow up. After a certain age however, it is quite easy to guess," His eyes fell on Kiba. The glint they had in them made the brunette whence as though he had been physically slapped.

"It is your choice though Kiba. I only offer a chance," he paused, pretending to draw out the suspense though they both already knew what he was getting at. "Your name for his. Your service for his. Your…body for his."

He flicked his wrist to tell Kabuto to let go of the boy. For a few moments Kiba kept there still. Slowly, ever so slowly, he drew away from the wall. His eyes transfixed on Orochimaru's face, looking for some kind of sign that would give away his lie.

"You…sick…son of a…"

"I've already told you Kiba. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. If you choose to walk away, Naruto will be mine after two years. Nothing will have changed."

Kiba's throat closed up. He hear a ruff, scratchy voice he barely recognized as his own say "Bring me the contract and a pen."

A sadistic smile played over Orochimaru's face as he nodded to Kabuto.

The room was silent for the several minutes that the assistant was gone.

They were alone. Kiba could have hurt the man now, but for some reason his body wouldn't move.

When Kabuto finally came back, and handed over the document, Kiba did his best to read it. His eyes blurred the words into incomprehensible squiggles.

The only thing he could read was at the bottom of the second page. Even messier than it was now, though still clear who had written it. The signature:

Uzumaki Naruto

The pen hovered above the name for a second, before striking a line through it. It was replaced:

Inuzuka Kiba

Kiba felt his stomach drop into unknown depths as he stared down at his own signature. He felt sick, really sick.

What had he just done?

"You have two more precious years of freedom, Kiba," Orochimaru's voice sliced through the silence like a butcher knife. "Please, try to use them well."

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(A/N) Gah, please no one kill me for the what has happened in the story. It isn't over yet! So don't be angry XD ;

Lolita here not referring to goth Loli fashion, but that actual book about a pedophile man who fell in love with a little girl he called Lolita.