Chapter two: Suna
"Kiba Inuzuka...Kkiibbaa..."
I slowly opened my eyes and waited for the room to stop spinning, before taking in my surroundings. It was bright, but the walls weren't the sanitary white so I knew I wasn't in the hospital, why they find the need to use white always puzzled him. It wasn't a very friendly color. The walls in this room were a soft green and had a very high ceiling. I could move my hands and feet so I wasn't bound...I could hear someone calling my name but my voice was rough and dry. My head was lifted and liquid was poured into my mouth, water. I drank greedily before they took it away.
"Where am I?" I finally managed to croak out.
"You are in Suna, in the Kazekage's personal home." Oh. Well damn.
"Um…Can I see him?" I asked not sounding very confident. I heard murmuring and tried to sit up but my body wouldn't let me.
"No, not yet, The Kazekage is in a meeting regarding your situation. You made quite a stir coming here and collapsing at our doorstep you know. As one of Konoha's best ninja you were very stupid, to come here in the hottest time of the year with no water.
Were you trying to get yourself killed? Or are you just 'the all muscle no brain' kind of man?" she questioned.
My next request was simple, "can you help me sit up?"
There was a flutter of movement before I felt my body being lifted and then laid back on a bunch of pillows. "Thanks."
Now that I could see properly, I now saw that the girl that had spoken was in fact a woman. I knew she was young but also knew that she was old by ninja standards, but I could faintly make out smile lines around her eyes and mouth. She was blond, with her hair arranged in three ponytails and wore a simple cream dress with fishnet leggings. Her posture was relaxed but I wasn't oblivious. She was still treating me like a threat. And she should because she didn't know me, or my abilities. Over all she was beautiful, but the man next to her was…gorgeous. At first glance he looked ugly. But underneath the scars and grim expression I could see a young handsome man who knew both the bloody and the happy sides of life. He was younger than the woman but they had same look about them, I briefly wondered if they were related, but quickly dismissed the idea as they looked nothing a like in features, but somehow he knew they were close, possibly teammates. "Who are you?" I asked hoarsely, not yet retaining my voice.
The blond smirked at the burnet.
"I'm Temari and this is my younger brother Kankuro. We are Lord Kazekage's older siblings, pleasure to have you with us Inuzuka-kun." She said formally with a small nod.
I didn't know what to say. This was the Kazekage's family? No fucking way.
Temari seemed to read my expression and laughed. We aren't all bad here you know." She said softly. I blushed a little and chuckled, "no I guess not". I replied.
There was a soft knock on the door and then it opened revealing a very small very…beautiful man. He was short, but lean, his body taunt with muscles. His hair was a startling red and he had the fairest skin I'd ever seen. No, but what drew me in was his eyes. Teal outlined in thick black charcoal that seemed to penetrate through my very soul. He had a Ai sign on his forehead and he was wearing formal white robes. Oh Fuck My Life, I just got a hard on by the Fucking Kazekage.
"Fuck".
"Excuse me? Is that how you say hello to an ally's leader?"
"Damn".
"What?" Temari gave me a startled look.
"Urgh! No! This can so not be happening to me! Stupid mother fucker, damn it! Son of a bitch!"
"Kiba you do realize you are speaking to the most powerful man in Suna right?" Temari questioned me. But I didn't hear her. I was too busy cursing myself silly to care.
Faintly I heard Kankuro say "maybe he's going into shock? He did have a heat stroke. Maybe it's just now getting to him?"
"hn. It's a possibility, but I doubt it. I've read his file. He may be high tempered but he has had heat stroke before, and he just slept. No, this is something personal."
Well fuck me sideways if I didn't get even more turned on by his gravely low voice, and the thought of that voice screaming my name in the throes of passion.
I didn't even realize I had spoken aloud as I slipped back into the world of the unconscious mumbling "stupid, yummy fuckable idiots…"
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