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She will be loved!

Chapter 3

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A pebble plinked against Hinata's second story bedroom window, startling her enough to drop the book she was reading. She stared at the window uncertainly, unsure about what she had heard. She waited quietly for a second one, and sure enough her patience was rewarded; as a second stone plinked against her window. She hesitated for a moment, afraid that her father would hear and investigate, before gliding across the room and slid open the window. Hinata squinted out her window into the fading light, it was 9:30pm; her curfew was nine o'clock. Hinata had to be the only 18 year old with a curfew; and the only person over the age of 12 with a curfew that ends at nine.

She stared out into to fading light; a small smile spread across Hinata's face as she spotted her best friend standing in the middle of the -now empty- street, his arm raised above his head in preparation for another stone toss, incase she didn't answer the first 2. She waited for his face to split into her favourite wolfish grin that he wore every time he saw her, but it didn't come. When Kiba knew he had managed to attract her attention, he shoved his hands deep into his pocket and kicked at the dirt road, with small frown creasing his forehead. A similar frown appeared on Hinata, there was something wrong; Kiba wouldn't call for her after hours unless it was something important. Hinata glanced at her bedroom door nervously, expecting her father to come bursting in, demanding to know why someone was pegging stones at the house.

She knew if she tried to leave by the front door, she have to go by her father office and even if she managed to sneak past him, Hanabi-niichan would rat her out. Hinata sighed heavily; she'd have to go out the window. Opening the window as far as it would go, Hinata clung white-knuckled to the ledge, before climbing out the window feet-first. Placing her feet into the well worn hand and foot groves on the side of the mansion, she began her descent.

Reaching the first floor window, she allowed herself to drop the rest of the away down. She landed in a crouch; on the balls of her feet, her fingers splayed out on each side of her. Rising in one fluid movement, she crept along the flower bushes, with her back pressed against the wall, making her way toward the 6ft fence. She looked back over her shoulder making sure on one was watching, and began jumping up and down trying to reach the ledge of the fence. After a few tries she finally managed to get a good grip of the edge, and hauled herself up and over the top, landing with practice ease. She glanced fugitively left and right, before making her way over to where Kiba was waiting on the path for her.

"Hey Kiba, what's up?" Hinata asked, flashing him another tentative smile, which he ignored. He quickly turned from her and started walking toward the roadside bench at the end of the Hyuuga grounds, wordlessly signaling her to follow. A hurt expression crossed Hinata's face, she knew he was upset with her about the marriage proposal, but he didn't need to be so cold about it…he was almost Neji-like.

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Kiba was bundle of nerves as he made his way toward the bench. He had vowed to himself that he would put on a brave face, and try not to upset her, but seeing her smiling at him like there was nothing wrong was so unbelievably frustrating, that he had broke his pledge to himself. He knew he had hurt her by ignoring her attempts at friendliness, but he just couldn't bring himself to pardon her obvious folly.

"Kiba-kun is everything alright? It's just…if my father catches me out after hours…" she nibbled her lip nervously; pressing the tips of her index fingers together -she always did that when she was nervous about something-. She let the sentence trail off; they both knew if Hiashi-sama catches them, Hinata was as good as dead.

Kiba plonked down on the bench, staring straight ahead; his gaze vacant of all emotion. He silently patted the seat next to him, not even looking at her as he did so. Hinata sat down with a sigh, if he was in a mood then there was no rushing him. "Um…eh…Kiba-kun…could you please tell me why you called me out here? Is it so important that it can't wait till tomorrow?" she gazed at him imploringly.

Kiba stared at the cobblestone pavement sullenly, mentally gathering his courage.

Taking a deep breath; he braced himself for rejection, Kiba was about to do the one thing he had sworn he would never do; he was about to confess. Turning to look her straight in the face, he gulped back his anxiety, and said "Hinata you can't marry Uchiha Sasuke for your father's sake, you just can't!" he stressed, trying to make her recognize what a life-size mistake she was making.

Hinata glared back at Kiba tiredly, how many times where they going to have the same argument? "This is what you dragged me out here for? Kiba how many times have we gone over this! I am marrying Sasuke, Kiba I have too. It's the only way my father will acknowledge me. He'll have too, if he wants a say in the running of Sharingan studios!" she sighed exasperatedly, he of all people should know just how much gaining her fathers approval and acceptance meant too her. Kiba was the only person that Hinata truly trusted and felt completely comfortable with, he was the only person she didn't stutter when talking too, and he was the only person that she could assertively argue with. When they first became friends; Kiba would get right up in her face about things that made her blood boil, and he would never let her back down. He made her fight back and he helped her gain confidence. "I bet he's regretting that now!" she fumed internally. She heatedly rose from her seat, and began stomping away.

Kiba's hand snaked out and grabbed her wrist, "Hinata please! Please just hear me out!" he said giving her his infamous puppy-dog eyes. Kiba had perfected the puppy-dog eyes; he had it down to a science. Hinata sighed in defect; she had no defence against his eyes. Kida had the prefect facial features for the puppy-dog technique; with his big soulful brown eyes, and full luscious bottom lip, which he barely needed to pout in order to create the technique. "Fine, I'll listen, but I make no promises on changing my mind!" she warned, folding her arm defensibly across her chest.

He inhaled deeply, "Hinata you can't marry Sasuke for your fathers sake!" he said still holding her hand, he gave it a minute shake to emphasize his point, "you can't, because…I'minLovewithyouandIwon'-!" he yelled at her; all in one breath. Hinata blinked in confusion, trying to decipher what he was saying "…huh…?" Kiba growled in frustration, wishing that he hadn't messed up saying it the first time. He gulped "I'm in love with you Hinata! I won't allow you throw your life away just to impress that pompous stuck-up arrogant chauvinistic and slightly psychotic father of yours! I love you, I've always loved you, and I always will love you! I'm sorry I didn't tell you how I felt before all this, but I didn't want to trash our friendship, especially knowing that you loved Naruto! I won't apologize for how I feel about you though; I'm not ashamed of my feeling for you! I love you Hinata!"

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Blood drained from Hinata face. This couldn't be true! Kiba was her best friend; she had been planning to ask him to be her man of honour at her wedding, for cripes sake! Abruptly every memory they had together took on new meaning. Had he held her when she cried, not because he was her friend, but because he loved her? How was that possible? How had she never noticed it before? Beads of preparation dotted her forehead, and blackness pricked at the edges of her eyes. She knew she was about to experience one of her many fainting spells, but it would be the first time Kiba had actually been the cause of it. She was dimly aware of someone calling her name, but couldn't seem to respond as the black fog engulfed her, and dragged her down into its dark numb depths.

She floated disconnectedly in the black abyss that was her subconscious, while her mind tried to process the fact that her best friend was in love with her. She didn't know how she felt about that. She had never seriously thought about him that way. Sure she found him attractive, but who wouldn't? Kiba was one of the most gorgeous men in Konoha village. He had rustic copper skin the gleamed in the sunlight, floppy brown hair that forever fell into his big soulful eyes, and embarrassingly long eyelashes that swept his high cheekbones; which were the envy of supermodels. He was just over 6ft tall, with broad shoulders and a well muscled body. He had toned biceps and rock hard abs, which could be plainly visible through his tight t-shirt. His taut torso boasted a defined 6-pack, a faint happy-trail, and a distinctive sex-v. Of course she was attracted to him; but was she in love with him?

Confusion shrouded her mind in a blanket of resentment. Why? Why did he have to spring this on her now, just when she was finally getting over Naruto, and when she was just a few days away from announcing her engagement to Sasuke? Did he enjoy making her chose between her family and him? Did he really love her, or was it some sick and desperate plan to prevent her from marrying Sasuke? Questions circled her brain like vultures circling a rotting carcass, but she had to ask herself…did she love Kiba? Could she see them together as a couple? Did she think that they could have a future together? Was she willing to give up her family for him?

Hinata became flooded with memories of the two of them together. Kiba was always there to help her, but her heart always belonged to someone else. Anytime Hinata was upset or depressed she would drive for miles and miles then wind up at his door. He held her so many times, but now she knew that he had wanted more.

She didn't know if she loved Kiba, after all she only had her crush on Naruto to base it on. What she and Kiba had was nothing like that. When she had loved Naruto she could barely talk to him without fainting, but when she was with Kiba it was easier then breathing. If you loved someone you trusted them completely; you could be yourself confidently. If you loved someone you'd do anything for them, be anything for them, just what Kiba did; Hinata had needed a friend so Kiba became her best. He buried his own happiness away, so that he could be who she had wanted him to be. Hinata knew that if it had been the other way around she would do the same thing. Did that mean she was in love with him too? She tried to picture Naruto, with his surfer good-looks, but his face –which she had stored in perfect clarity-, was gradually morphing into Kiba's. Maybe she did love him after all. She did find him attractive and she would do just about anything for him, and it was astonishingly effortless to imagine their life together. She had over the years of their friendship, often thought about what it would be like to kiss him, and now that idle thought had turned into a blazing desire; strong enough to burn through the heavy smog that coated her brain in its choking fumes.

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Hinata surfaced with a gasp. She blinked bleary-eyed up at Kiba from her resting place; which turned out to be his lap. She propped herself up on her elbows and gazed around "how long was I out for?" she asked sheepishly, blushing in embarrassment at her fainting spell. Kiba just stared at her waiting for the water-works to begin. He had been right about her fainting, so now she was going to tearfully reject him. He waited with baited breath for her rebuff. After all how could a beauty queen at only 18 ever love a dog-boy like him?

Hinata's eagle eyes pierced through Kiba's apathetic composure, spying his true insecurities. With a puff of air she sat up and looked over at Kiba, nibbling her lip nervously, she had only ever told one boy (Naruto) this before and it hadn't turned out that well. Kiba swiftly averted his gaze; bracing himself "Look we both know what your going to say, so just get it over with already!" he said in a rumbling growl that disguised the tremble in his voice.

A gasp escaped Hinata's lips, what did he mean "get it over with"? She frowned and reached for him; brushing her hand over his strong jaw line and letting her fingers trace his pouting mouth. She smiled tentatively, when he blinked in astonishment, utterly flabbergasted at her response. Her gaze softened slightly at his obvious confusion "Kiba I don't even no what I'm going to say….so please…. shut the hell up!" she said as kindly as she could.

Kiba's mouth plopped open. Had Hinata just told him to "shut the hell up!"? Hinata never told anyone to do that. She never cursed and she never said Hell either. It wasn't how she was brought up. Abruptly she burst out laughing at his expression of total shock. "Kiba…I love you too." She said simply, her fingers still caressing his lips. She knew how much Kiba hated beating around the bush, so she said what she felt, with no flirtatious adjectives or adverbs; plain and simple, because her feelings were just to complicated to describe.

Air whooshed from Kiba's lungs, causing him to slump into the bench; Hinata's fingers fell from his face. Had she just said what he thought she just said? It was to prefect to be true, he could scarcely believe it. He stared at her gob-smacked "…huh…?"

Hinata giggled and reached her hand over to cup his face, "I. Love. You." she said sincerely, locking gazes with his. She slowly leaned over and brushed her lips against his, inhaling his almost animalist scent that awoke an intense feral sensation, which caused a thrill of pleasure to shoot up her spine. Suddenly she craved much more then an innocent brush of their lips.

Kiba reacted instantly, tugging her hand hard enough to cause her to fall onto him, till she was sprawled across his body. His left hand pushed against the small of her back, pressing her closer to him. His first instinct was to devour her, but he squashed his primal urge in favour of a softer and sweeter kiss. He wanted her first kiss to be prefect. He wanted the kiss to express his feelings for her…. without scaring her shitless. He tenderly caressed her lips with his, nibbling lightly on her bottom lip, causing her to whimper for more. Gradually the primitive desire that he had managed to hold at bay, welled up inside of him, and burst through his good intentions.

He sat up and leaned over her, roughly pushing her onto her back. Never had Kiba experienced such all-consuming desire like this. He had been with other girls, and his exploits had been pleasant, fun even, but they hadn't made him want to rip off his clothes-in the middle of the street-, and drag Hinata back to his cave(his bedroom) and devour her whole. He growled under his breath and began kissing her again.

Hinata hadn't expected Kiba to kiss her like this (not that she was complaining). He kissed her like he wanted to devour her so she kissed him exactly the same way. As their kisses became more and more fervent, his hands followed suit. First they slid up her sides and he lifted her slightly, she couldn't understand why until he inserted his thigh between her long legs.

Heat exploded within her. Suddenly she was grasping at him, desperate to touch him. She tugged at his tight t-shirt, and slid her hands under it to feel the smooth, sinewy skin of his back. He groaned and responded by moving a hand down to her thigh and hoisting it up. Her leg immediately wrapped around his hips, bringing them impossibly closer, and then it was her turn to groan in ecstasy.

She wanted his mouth closer so she entwined her fingers in his tousled brunette locks, pressing his mouth closer. His hand travelled up from her waist and wove itself into her midnight blue hair, as though he too craved closeness. Somewhere between the hazes of overwhelming desire, it occurred to Hinata that this was what a kiss should be like. She didn't no what would happen 5 minutes from now, but at this moment she felt truly alive, truly free. She flung all her emotions with reckless abandonment into the kiss, and entirely gave in to her senses. The sky could crash around them; and she would pay no heed. Armageddon could arrive; and she wouldn't care. There was only Kiba and his heat in her world, in her universe (him and possibly the bench).

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