Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
The story shall continue….maybe. Hah just joking. Or am I? Yah I know you all want to kill me at the moment. But hey that isn't anything new to me. And Kiba gets some time too. But this isn't a KibaHina though I want to eventually write one. And I have shop week this week. Anyways here is another chapter!!
Hinata rang the bell of Kiba's house, a smaller version of hers. She lowered her head and breathed in deep. The door swung open and Kiba looked down at her, his dark orbs eying her.
"The hell?" he said.
"Kiba," Hinata said, "Could you bring me home?"
Kiba glanced at his driveway nervously, gripped her upper arms, and pulled her inside saying, "damn it Hinata, how did you get here?"
"Gaara," was the only explanation he needed.
Kiba ruffled his hair, letting go of her arms. They were in the entrance to his house, a high-ceilinged room with stairs and a closet. His thoughts were racing and he kept asking her questions.
"He told you?" he asked, his face dropping at the look of anguish spreading across her face.
"If you mean his…feelings…then yes, he did," she whispered.
"And…"
"I told him that I wouldn't leave my family and that I would end up marrying Sasuke like my family intends."
"Damn," Kiba whispered. He knew that she cared about Gaara…but she could be just as stubborn as he was.
But of all the goddamn times to be stubborn she picks now! Oh fuck.
Kiba sighed. Hinata was close to tears now.
"You…you don't hate me now, do you Kiba?" Hinata wasn't sure if she could handle a bad report.
Kiba blinked. "You idiot," he told her harshly, wrapping his arms around her. "Of course not. You're one of my best friends. Shino on the other hand…him I could hate."
Hinata giggled and he let her go. "Don't be so mean to Shino," she said, pouting.
"But he's a bad bug," he told her, doing the puppy eyes.
"Kiba…"
" Whatever. My family took all the cars so I guess you have to stay here longer. Sorry," Kiba told her.
"That's okay," she told him, only half-lying. "We can catch up."
"Alright!" he grabbed her again and he raced for the couch, bringing her with him. He sat, letting her go, and crouched like a dog on the edge. She gingerly sat down.
"This is what has happened since you left."