Second part finished! Enjoy.

Kiba stalked home in the rain, having already gone back to the bridge to grab his coat. He pulled his hood closer and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He still had no idea what Hinata had been crying about. She had yelled at him. Kiba couldn't figure it out. What had he done that had made her so angry that made her yell at him?

Kiba and Hinata weren't a perfect couple. They had arguments before, just like everyone else. But Hinata had never gotten so angry at him. Kiba couldn't even remember a time when he had heard her yell before.

He thought back to when Hinata had just started crying. He thought maybe he had bit her too hard, but obviously that wasn't it. She had been acting really weird though—she had just suddenly gotten hot for him out of no where…before that…he was kissing her and bit her, so she turned away. She had went quiet for a while, and then practically threw herself at him. Hinata just about never initiated a kiss, and she was never that bold.

Kiba slowed down his pace, trying to figure it out. He had just bitten her, and she hated that, so that wasn't what had turned her on…and what had happened after that that had made her cry?

He clenched his teeth and shivered, still puzzled. When he got home, he went straight up into his room and flopped onto his bed. Akamaru whined and hopped up, moving to place his head on his chest.

"You're lucky, Akamaru," he said quietly, rubbing his head. "You don't have to worry about making your mate cry."

After a while of just lying there, Kiba got up and set Akamaru outside so he could relieve himself. Just as he was about to close the door, his sister stepped out of the rain, grabbing the door. He stepped aside to let her in and she quickly shook herself, telling him, "I hate sudden downpours. Nearly got my report all wet." From inside her jacket she pulled a set of papers, setting them on the counter. "Is Mom home yet?"

"No." Kiba sat on a kitchen stool. He would wait until Akamaru scratched on the door to be let back in.

"Huh, I was hoping she would have some food ready…" Glancing at the fridge, Hana said, "I'm feeling nice today, how bout I make you a sandwich?"

Kiba shook his head. "I already ate." Just then his eyes fell on the papers on the counter. Under an official-looking paper was another. His sister saw him looking at it and said, "Oh, can you believe it? They're making me take written test to make sure I still remember my training. How ridiculous is that? I mean, isn't it kinda obvious that I can—Kiba?"

He was yanking on his jacket and dashing out the door, slamming it behind him. His feet sloshed through puddles in the street as he ran. How could he have been so stupid? Hinata had been testing him! It made sense when he thought about it. Hinata had always been pushing him away, no wonder she was curious about what he would do if she didn't stop him. And he had completely failed her hopes.

Idiot, he swore at himself. You stupid, stupid idiot! Hinata was always so timid when it came to relationships, and he had just proved her worst fears. He had been too distracted when he realized she was letting him go farther to notice that she was acting strange.

By the time he had reached the compound the street lanterns had been lit, and the rain made the light look smudged and blurred. Panting, Kiba strode up to the main door, but before he could open it, it swung open from the opposite side, revealing Neji. He looked vaguely surprised to see Kiba and asked, "What are you doing here? It's late."

"Where's Hinata?"

Neji suddenly connected the dots. "She's not feeling well, and I don't think she wants to see anyone, especially you," he said a little coldly. Now he knew why his little cousin was crying.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kiba asked, trying to keep his temper. He didn't have time to screw around.

Ignoring the question, he repeated, "It's late. It would be best if you went home, now." Sensing someone coming, he quickly exited and closed the door behind him. "You would do well to leave." Seeing Kiba looked like he would protest, Neji said, "Tomorrow, maybe, you could come back and see her, if she allows it."

The two teens looked at each other, gazes just away from glares. Seeing that Neji wouldn't budge, Kiba scowled and walked back into the rain, going around the compound walls, Neji behind him. Neji stopped for a moment and watched as Kiba went around the corner, then went his own way.

Kiba waited until Neji's presence was gone, then leaped over the wall. He wouldn't couldn't wait for tomorrow. He needed to clear things up now, so Hinata would understand. He couldn't have her going over what happened in her head again and again, as he knew she must be doing.

Quickly he trotted along the window-lined walls, praying he wouldn't get caught. He was pretty sure that he shouldn't be doing this and would get into plenty of trouble if anyone found him. Once he found the window he was positive was Hinata's, he thanked his luck to see it was cracked open.

Sliding it open quietly, he ducked his head inside. He could see Hinata, back to him, lying on the ground on a futon. Hearing the window creak, Hinata jerked and sat up, eyes locking onto him. Her eyes welled up with anger and pain, confusion and fear. Kiba watched her nervously, not having a clue on what to say. Hesitantly she asked, "K…Kiba?"

"Hey," he said awkwardly, rain running down his neck. His hood must have fallen down while he was running.

She stood, rubbing her arm. "What are you doing here?" she asked in a quiet voice, making Kiba strain his ears to hear. Why was he here? What should she do? Should she tell him to back off and go away for what he did? She half wanted to, but she didn't have the guts. The other part of her was hoping that he would make everything go away, like the afternoon hadn't happened, that he would make her feel all happy and like everything was okay.

Hinata didn't know what to do; she had too many thoughts going through her head to deal with. She took an unsure step back and ducked her head.

Kiba swallowed hard and looked down at his hands. "Look, Hinata, I'm sorry." Hinata looked up at him, biting her lip. He continued, "I feel like complete ass for what I did."

Hinata was about to say 'You shouldn't, it was my fault,' when she stopped herself. Not this time. She was not going to let Kiba get off free and blame it on herself. She needed to hear what he was going to say. She needed him to hear himself say it.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I…" he searched for the right words.

Hinata pressed her lips together. Kiba's expression was almost pained, and worried. She had never seen him look that way. She sighed and lighted a lantern that sat on her table and nervously walked over to the window. Kiba watched her unsurely.

She saw him shiver slightly and saw that it was raining. Deciding it couldn't hurt, she requested quietly, "Kiba, come out of the rain."

"Hinata…"

"I don't want you getting sick because of me."

Kiba hesitated, then carefully slid through the window and stepped into her room. Hinata had to step back to give him space and looked down. A silent moment passed as Kiba nervously stood there, dripping on the wood floor. He noticed that Hinata was wearing a white sleeping yukata; it practically glowed in the dim light. He closed the window so she wouldn't get chilled.

To break the silence, he said, "I never imagined that the first time I would come into your room would be from climbing through your window."

Hinata looked away. "Is there anything else you wanted to say, or can you leave?"

Kiba paused, his lips becoming a tight line. She was still angry. Of course she was. He rocked back on his heels. "I…I can't really understand what you're feeling right now, and I don't know how to make it better. I don't know what to say, either, but I want you to know that I'm sorry and feel like crap. It's just…I was too wrapped up in the fact that you were actually letting me go farther that I didn't think about how much farther you were willing to go."

Hinata sighed. At least he understood…to an extent. Sort of. It wasn't exactly the insightful, romantic speech that she had been imagining, but at least she wasn't mad anymore. Her feelings of betrayal and hurt were still there, but at least she didn't want to yell and scream at him. Taking a deep breath she gestured towards his jacket. "It's soaked. You should take it off."

"No, that's alright," Kiba replied quietly. He didn't think he would be staying much longer…there was so much to say, but so little he think of.

"Don't be foolish. You'll get sick."

Even as he shook his head, he shivered. Hinata would have smiled, but it didn't quite break through. She took hold of the zipper and pulled it down, eyes watching it slide down, feeling a bit numb. Kiba carefully stepped back and pulled it off silently, all too aware of what both of them were thinking: How different this was from when they had been doing the same thing earlier.

Hinata took the soaking coat from his hands and hung it on a hook in the wall, next to her own. Her hands lingered on the material, reminding her of all the times her had pressed her face into it, ran her hands over it…been embraced by it. Hinata pulled her hands away.

Kiba shifted uncomfortably. "Hinata…are we okay?"

A long time passed before she said anything. "I don't know," she whispered.

Scowling, Kiba's worry grew to irritation and remorse. "I'm sorry, Hinata. I was being stupid, I know! I never meant to hurt you, and if I could take it back, I would. But I'm a guy, Hinata, of course I wanted closer to you!"

Hinata turned around, her eyes bright. "That's a nice way to put it," she said, her voice close to breaking and quiet. "You call it getting 'closer' and act as if it's natural—like it's not big deal!"

"I didn't mean it like—"

Hinata shook her head and continued on. "But it is a big deal! At least to me! It means a lot, and don't seem to even care how much it scares me!" Hinata realized she was almost yelling and quickly lowered her voice. "You—"

Her words were cut off when Kiba closed the distance between them and pulled her to him, burying her face against his neck. Hand in her hair, he whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't know." Carefully he rocked them back and forth, and Hinata didn't push him away.

She didn't want them not to be a couple anymore, or to not be able to do this again. She wanted them to stay together.

Hinata wrapped her arms around his neck and Kiba sighed in relief, rubbing her back. She could feel his wet hair rubbing against her ear as Kiba kissed her cheek, then pulled away long enough to kiss her mouth, cupping her face in his hands. He didn't dare more than a quick peck after what they had just talked about and went back to holding her, but Hinata pulled away and timidly kissed him, wanting to let him know it was okay.

After a few minutes in which there were light kissing, brushing away tears, and smiles, Kiba finally pulled away and muttered, "I should probably get going, huh? Neji will skin me alive if he catches me in your room."

Hinata didn't want him to go. "Do…do you have to?"

Kiba chuckled. "It's the middle of the night, and this isn't my house. If my mother finds out that I've been running around trespassing she won't be too happy."

"But…" Hinata frowned as Kiba pulled away. He only smiled and grabbed his coat, kissing her forehead and he walked to the window. As he pulled it open, Hinata bit her lip, and just as Kiba set his foot on the sill Hinata grabbed his wrist.

Turning, he looked at her quizzically. She was blushing a deep red and looked unsure. "Hinata…?"

"Couldn't…couldn't you stay? Just for a little bit?" she asked in a small voice, her eyes looking up at him apprehensively and then hurriedly looking away, then back again.

Kiba frowned, then slowly began to smile. "You mean…for the night?"

Her hand jerked off him, and she nervously rubbed it with the other. "Not—not like that! Just…you know, stay."

Kiba grinned and kissed her mouth, making Hinata jump. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Calm down, scaredy cat. I'm not going to jump on you." That only made her blush more, and Kiba shook his head. He set his coat down and kicked off his shoes, sitting down on the futon, gently pulling Hinata with him.

As Kiba pulled the blanket over them and settled down, Hinata began to seriously doubt her request. But Kiba was being a good boy, only wrapping an arm over her and burying his face in her hair, and slowly Hinata relaxed. Apparently their little argument had really got through to him, and after some good, long minutes, he was asleep, snoring in her ear. But Hinata didn't mind. She just snuggled up against him, trying not to blush, and closed her eyes. If Kiba could behave himself, then the least she could do was enjoy the moment.

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