Hey guys, it's been a while, but here is chapter 6 of the MWB Fanfiction! Soon I'll be uploading a Gaahina for all those fans, and then soon after that a ShinoHina for all those who are feeling sad about the unrequited pairing in this story. To be honest, even I do- but i've always liked when other men were in love with Hinata. Lord knows the girl deserves all the love in the world.
Sorry for the short chapter- I hope to give you another next week!
Thankyou for all the reviews. But if you have any suggestions or oneshot requests, I'll be taking some on board and writing them for the selected few!
Hinata had received the invitation a few days ago, and knew it was imperative that she went. Gaara was going to be there-and she know this debut ball was forced upon him by one of his less than soft siblings. Temari and Kankuro were extremely intelligent people and managed their own small businesses within Gaara's own myriad and extensive range of businesses, they were hard and tough but knew the value of family and cared for their brother more than anything.
It was cute really, and Hinata saw much more of Temari now that she had recently been married to Shikamaru- the laziest yet smartest lawyer she knew.
But the thing was she needed a date. TenTen had already asked Lee to go with her, and made less than subtle suggestions about who Hinata should take.
The man in question walked in, finishing the last of his larger than life burrito and chugging on a bottle of water. Hinata refused to drool, even when his pecs and abdominals flexed behind his usual dark top- but today it was a turtleneck that did nothing to hide the definition underneath.
Did chocolate abs really exist?
Hinata chose to believe for that moment. Kiba's dark eyes flicked to hers, a question in them that Hinata didn't want to answer.
She instead chose to stand from behind her desk, walking to the waiting Inuzuka. As Hinata breathed in, she gathered her courage and stopped in front of the male.
Looking up, she realized just how tall he was- as tall as Shino?
"Well, um, w-well, there is a ball coming up and I just got invited from Gaara, so would you like to be my d-date?"
More than a decade later, and Hinata still stuttered. Did the earth really open up and swallow people? Because Hinata really wanted it to, and the ever increasing redness of her cheeks didn't help at all. Kiba looked stunned for a moment, pausing for a moment too long that had Hinata shaking her hands in front of her face.
"D-don't worry, I'll ask someone-"
"Of course." Kiba interrupted, a strong huskiness in his low voice. Damn it, Hinata had asked him first. Kiba had been preparing himself as he just got the invitation today- that's why he ate so much for lunch- and Hinata had beaten him to it.
Even though it was the whole equality, he felt bad that she had to summon the courage to do it first. Kiba refocused on the woman in front of him, easing a large smile on his face.
She was too cute, all blushing and nervous stutter. What fucking woman in the 21st century blushed? The only one that mattered that's who.
"Of course I'll go Hinata. That would be fucking great" The profanity slipped into his statement, showing the strength of his excitement- and boy was he excited.
Hinata wrung her hands out, a stark contrast to the reserved business woman he saw in the meetings. It only made him like her more.
"W-well. I guess that means I'll have to get a dress and things like that. Do you have a favourite colour?"
Hinata was going to wear his favourite colour? Recently, red- his previous favourite colour was sacked. It just wasn't as purple as he'd liked it to be. "Purple. Preferrable a light lavender. And gold."
Hinata raised her eyebrows before nodding slowly; she didn't know if she was the kind of woman who could pull that colour off, but she would wear it. Kiba grinned at her, a wide smile that crinkled the tattoos on his cheeks. "you'll look amazing in whatever you wear"
The blush that covered her made Kiba laugh. Too cute, really. Hinata turned her head away, fighting the continued heat that spread throughout her body. "Well. Yes, thank you." Then she walked back to her desk, feeling those still laughing eyes bore into her back.
It was the night of the ball, and Hinata didn't think she had ever felt this nervous. She stood, staring at the full length mirror and tugged on the soft material of her dress.
Hinata had tried tonight, and she hoped it wasn't too obvious. A V Neck form fitting dress that swirled around her calves, accentuating the strappy silver heels that curled their way up her shapely calves. Her dress was an extremely pale lavender, deepening into a dark golden shimmer that edged the bottom of the skirts. She had curled her hair to one side of her head, an old hollywood waves look that complimented the dark purple of her lips and the slight liner on her eyes.
Hinata felt...pretty. For once. But she also felt that slight bit of sexiness, something she never would have felt.
TenTen walked into the room, clad in a deep navy full sleeve dress, whistling lowly when she saw the dressed up Hyuuga. "Who are you dressed up for huh? A certain bodyguard, or an icy redhead?"
Hinata blushed then laughed, TenTen winking at her. Hinata glanced back at the mirror, smoothing her hands down her curves.
"Tonight...I think I'm dressed for me as well"
Kiba stood at her door, not one bit surprised it was the penthouse of her most prestigious hotel. He shuffled on his feet, nervous and excited, hand knocking on her door.
Kiba had worn a completely black armani suit with a pair of silver double oak mills. Considering he had red tattoos on his cheeks, they were a good other splash of colour.
The door opened to the sleekly dressed TenTen, who wore a light pink body con dress- one that didn't disrupt her movement. TenTen raised an eyebrow at him then nodded, jerking her head behind her to the Goddess that was walking down the stairs.
Kiba swore silently, amazed at Hinata clad in gold and lavender. She looked like a moon spirit, all soft slopes and mesmerising eyes.
She blushed, a dusky pink flushing her cheeks, and stepped to him when he didn't say anything- just stood there, eyes intense and...hungry.
Hinata ran her eyes up and down the tall male, appreciating the male form more than she ever had before. Yes, he really was something to be appreciated.
"You look beautiful" Kiba murmured, voice a suggestion of steamy nights and genuine truth. Hinata gave him a smile, stepping closer to him with a swish of her flowing dress.
"You look great"
Kiba took the compliment and snaked his arm around Hinata's waist, winking at her when she gasped lightly. TenTen grinned from behind them and sent them off, saying she'd be just behind them.
Hinata was warm. Kiba was a very warm person, and he held her close as they walked to his porsche, almost making the Hyuuga turn completely red if it weren't for the brisk night air. She wondered why he was taking such a shine to her- maybe he liked her?
But Hinata hadn't even admitted her feelings for the older male, she preferred the safety of her ignorance and non existent rejection.
But by the butterflies that constantly churned in her stomach, and the heat that radiated from wherever he touched her, she didn't know if she could keep the thin facade up.
And a man this beautiful, intelligent or just downright amazing wouldn't stay single for long. That thought made Hinata pause, before she shook her head and started the long road to mustering up her feelings.
Hinata had to confess. If not today, then sometime soon.
Kiba looked across to the beautiful woman at his side, stealing glances as she stared out the window in deep thought. He knew something pressing was on her mind, but he wanted to make the night as carefree as he could for the deserving woman.
He knew too much had gone on for her at the moment, and judging by the dark circles he saw beneath her eyes every morning, it was taking quite a toll on her.
The sense of protectiveness had never been this strong before, especially for a woman. Sure, he had been with his fair share of lovely women, but this one- she took the cake. And he would give her all the cake in the world if he could.
Sometimes he hated that he was a mere man. If he were something more then he could come close to giving Hinata what she deserved.
Often, he had seen her staring at pictures of her cousin almost subconsciously, before shaking her head and getting back to work. There was much more to her than the blank mask she gave the public.
And he wanted to see it all.
They pulled up at the mansion where the ball was being held, and Kiba jumped out of the car to open Hinata's door. She nodded her thanks, smiling again when he reached a calloused hand out. And when her eyes drifted to his- the hitch in his breath told him he was much deeper than he thought he was.
And Kiba didn't care.
