Kiba stared at Naruto with his mouth hanging open, and his grip on the book loosening.
"Well, what are you doing here?" Naruto demanded.
"I, I'm uh..., wait a second, what are you doing here?"
"I asked you first!"
"Getting a little childish now..." thought Kiba. "I didn't feel like going to school." Kiba lied. "What about you, Uzumaki?" He said in a harsh tone. He scolded himself for that, and for the fact that he had called Naruto by his last name again.
"I didn't feel like going to school either." Naruto said with slight hesitation in his voice.
Kiba cocked and eyebrow. "You expect me to believe that? You don't miss school unless you're throwing your guts up or something."
"I was sick, that's why I didn't feel like going to school! Damn, Kiba, what's with the 3rd degree?"
"You don't look, or smell sick to me."
Naruto hesitated again. Kiba was starting to think that this might be more than Naruto just playing hooky. "I got these rashes over the weekend," he said, lifting his shirt to reveal several red spots on his stomach, too big to be chicken pox or something like that, but Kiba had never seen a rash like that before. Naruto pulled his shirt down again, slightly to Kiba's dismay, he was enjoying the free peepshow.
"That's one weird rash, must itch like a bastard."
"Heh, yeah," Naruto chuckled, obviously fake, "it can get pretty annoying at times."
Now, he was convinced that this was more than just hooky, or actually being sick. As Naruto started to sit next across from him, Kiba noticed something. Naruto distributed his weight evenly on his feet at first, but immediately took the pressure of his right foot, and put all of it onto his left. Naruto winced, for just a second, as he tried to turn it into a chuckle. "What the Hell is going on?" Kiba thought.
The waitress had finally brought their food, the Mongolian beef for Kiba, and Peking duck for Naruto. She also had another metropolitan. Kiba turned his head to look at the woman wearing the stilettos, she had somehow managed to down two full glasses of the stuff in the short while he and Naruto had been talking. They ate in relative silence, and when they had both finished their food, they paid the bill and decided to go around town and see what there was to do.
Kiba had completely forgotten that he had come here to get away from the very person he was now, apparently, going to spend the day with. As they walked, Kiba was sure to let Naruto walk ahead of him so that he could further investigate Naruto's leg. The blond had a slight limp, though he hid it well, it was still noticeable, if you knew what you were looking for. When Akamaru had broken one of his legs, his sister had taught him all about the leg muscles and how they worked, and he had seen Akamaru walk exactly like Naruto was minus the all fours thing for six weeks.
"Did you fall or something?" Kiba asked.
"Huh?"
"Your leg, you're limping, what happened to it."
"Oh, yeah, I tripped over the weekend too."
"That's quite an odd set of coincidences," Kiba thought, "the chances of getting a weird rash and injuring your leg so much that you had to limp, all in the same weekend, was very low." When they got to an empty street, Kiba ran in front of Naruto and confronted him. "What happened, Uzumaki?"
"I already told you, I got a rash and I tripped."
"Cut the crap!" Kiba yelled. Naruto flinched. "Those were not rashes, and you did not hurt your leg by falling down."
"Yes they are, Kiba!" Naruto grabbed his side in pain after yelling at him.
"Whoa, are you OK?" Kiba helped steady his friend, as he looked like he was about to fall over. Naruto was obviously in pain, he was biting down on his teeth, and his skin was starting to turn red. "Come on, let's get you down on the ground, come one. There ya go. You stay here, I'll get a doctor."
"No!"
"What do you mean 'No'? You need a doctor, and I'm going to get you one." As he stood up to find some help, he felt Naruto pulling at his pants with his left hand, his right was grabbing his side. Kiba looked down at the blond and was met with teary eyes. They weren't teary from the pain, that much was obvious.
"Please, Kiba. Please, just stay here with me." Naruto said in a soft voice. Kiba could barely hear him. He had to make a decision. Naruto was probably bleeding internally, but he didn't want to betray his friend. The entire time Kiba thought, not once did the fact that he had a massive crush on Naruto, and would do just about anything to get inside his pants cross his mind.
"Alright," Kiba said hesitantly, "but you have to tell me truth, ok?"
Naruto thought about this for a while until he responded with "Okay."
Kiba took off his jacket and put it under Naruto's head for a pillow before sitting down next to him. He lifted Naruto's shirt to take a closer look at these "rashes." There was a large purple spot right over Naruto's liver. "Holy shit, man, this is really bad."
"No, it's fine."
"Naruto, you're bleed internally. It's really bad."
"You promised not to call a doctor." Naruto tried to yell, but had to whisper through the pain.
"Listen to me," Kiba yelled, he grabbed Naruto's coat, "your life is in danger. If I don't call someone right now you could die, and I'll be damned if I let that happen."
Naruto gave up and just continued to hold his side and breathed through the pain. Kiba called an ambulance, and in a matter of minutes, the sound of a siren could be heard in the distance. When the EMTs got to the scene, Kiba showed them the internal bleeding. They picked Naruto up and put him on a stretcher. Kiba got in with him. "I can't leave him alone." He thought. Naruto passed out on the way to the hospital.
When they got to the hospital, Naruto was rushed to an OR, where Kiba was forced to wait outside. He paced around the waiting room until his legs started to cramp up. He sat down and tapped the arm of his chair, despite the annoyed stares that were coming from the other members of the waiting area. After several hours, a doctor came out, his hands soaked in blood. Kiba stood up so fast, that he got dizzy and had to sit down. He stood up again, this time more slowly, and went over to the doctor.
"Well?" Kiba asked.
"You were right about the internal bleeding. He lost about a fourth of his blood by the time we got to him. We also found signs of trauma all over his abdomen. We think that someone might be abusing him."
"That's not possible. His father is a minister, and his mother is a... a... Well, there's no way he's being abused."
"Well, it's not my place to come up with that answer, all I can do is tell his parents that he's fine, and ask social services to look into it."
Kiba nodded, and the doctor walked away...