After dinner, Hinata and Shino made their ways home, leaving Kiba and Naruto alone in the kitchen. Kiba was leaned back against the chair, eyes closed as he was very full, and Naruto sat quietly in his green metal chair, awaiting some sort of motion to move. He didn't want to seem rude and simply get up to leave.
In truth Kiba wasn't merely full, he was agitated. Not at anything in particular, besides himself for being such a coward. Here he was, essentially ignoring his new favorite guest because he couldn't think of the right words to say… anything. He wanted him to stay, but he didn't want to ask. He wanted to know if he had felt anything when they had been alone in his room, before interrupted by Hinata. He wanted to know that he wasn't alone with this strange feeling in his stomach that made him uncomfortably nervous even looking at the blond. His eyes popped open and he stared at the ceiling. He had gotten off on the wrong foot this time.
He slapped his thighs as he made to stand. "Well, I suppose that's that." He walked around the table, heading to the couch, where he plopped and turned on the TV, paraphernalia still out on the coffee table, and dried plant littering the floor. So wasteful. Naruto merely watched from his seated position at the table, staring at the back of Kiba's head longingly. He wished he could say that the brunette had felt the same as he did before, when they were o close upon his bed, but doubt was deeply entwined in his mind, telling him that no one would ever feel that way for him. He stood and walked into Kiba's bedroom, making to change into his own clothes once more. It was time to go home.
He redressed himself and left the room, heading to the couch where Kiba sat. "I'm going home." His voice was distant and unwilling, obvious that he did not wish to go, but he was firm. Kiba looked up at him, eyes somewhat hurt, but he allowed it. This was his answer. Regret was what the blond felt. He nodded, making no noise as the blond exited his home. He watched as he passed the window next to the TV. His head was down, hands in his pockets.
Naruto wished it wasn't true, but wishes were for children. People had to grow up at some point, and know that dreams and wishes are not a feasible way to live one's life. He reached his car and opened the door. Backing out of the driveway, lights would be flicked on as he sped off from the house, faster than he normally would. The drive to his apartment was short, though the silence made it seem an eternity before he was in the comfort of his own home.
As he entered, however, the place felt cold and unwelcoming. He had left the air on, and Kiba's place had been so warm. He let out a sniffle as a tear rolled down his cheek. He was so naïve. Thinking that someone could actually have feelings for someone such as himself was absurd; he never should have had such high hopes.
Kiba at on his couch, head back against the cushions and eyes closed, brooding. How could he have just let him go like that? No argument for him to stay. Not even a word as he left. He was either an ass who didn't notice anything, or an idiot for thinking there might have been something to notice. He put his hands on his face, slowly and firmly running them down his face, stretching the skin and muscles. Only one more day, and then school would start again.
The brunette stood from the couch, looking down at the items on the coffee table. He picked them up, a bag, a pipe, and a water bottle, and headed to his room. The door was slammed with great force, resonating in the walls of the entire house, and no one would hear the boy crying as he smoked alone in his room.
Naruto lay in his bed, curled within thick blankets for warmth, cuddling his pillow as if it resembled a body. His body. Warm and comforting, heart beats palpable against his skin. Naruto had an extremely vivid imagination.
Monday mornings. Everyone's favorite time of the week. Naruto found himself in the same dreary mood he had been in the day before, when he didn't leave his bed all day. Strangely though, he was excited for the day, and found himself wanting to look really good today. He showered and dressed, black slacks and a white t-shirt, an orange track jacket and orange shoes. He could be fashionable sometimes, and this was his only other pair of pants. Slacks or jeans. Those were his options. Frankly, he had forgotten he even owned these. The drive to school was nothing spectacular, just a drive and a bit of traffic. As he entered the building though, his day was only going to get worse.
Kiba awoke with a terrible headache, half naked, with the pipe on his chest, and several burns on his stomach. His lifted head would be thrown back into the pillow. God he was stupid sometimes. Either way, he didn't remember the rest of the weekend from when Naruto left. In fact, he hadn't left his room. The sweet smell of the ganj filled his room as he filled the pipe and lit up once more. Might as well not remember this day either.
When he arrived at school, he had been smoking for nearly an hour, and had brought the shit with him too. What an idiot. He saw Naruto enter the building, and began following him around. Naruto stopped at his locker and the brunette snuck up behind him, eyes half-lidded. He wanted him, now. While the blonde's head was fixated on the interior of his locker, Kiba made his way behind him, placing his hands on the cold metal of the lockers, arms around the shorter boy. Naruto turned around to face him. The smell had reached him first, but from his facial expression… "Kiba, go away. You're not yourself."
Naruto tried to leave, but Kiba simply pressed his body against him, and Naruto let out a small whimper. He had forgotten how wonderful their bodies felt together, and how perfectly he fit. Kiba's face was lowered to the level of the blond. "I'm fully aware of what I'm doing." Naruto bit his lip and clenched his eyes as perfect lips moved to meet his own. They landed lightly on his lip, and his teeth released their death grip on the area, head turning to face the male as he allowed the kiss to continue.
The fact that Naruto's locker was in a somewhat secluded area was a godsend, though there were still the lurkers, and Naruto was worried they might tell. He began pushing Kiba away. This only seemed to egg the brunette on, as he pressed harder into Naruto, the kiss deepening and heightening in lust. A wet tongue slid across Naruto's lip roughly, pressing into the cavern without proper permission.
Saved by the bell. The noise seemed to have frightened the brunette, and he jumped back, staring open mouthed at the flustered Naruto, who was still pressed against the lockers, in a state of mild shock. Kiba stared at him for a moment, watching him breathe heavily, before wiping his mouth with his sleeve and walking quickly off. Naruto watched as he left. Was he trying to ruin his day?
Naruto was left with the memory of that kiss the entire day, until the memory that Kiba was in his last class flooded his mind in its place. He sighed as the bell rang and he headed off to photography class. His camera was strapped to his bag, and he was ready for today. They were learning about their projects.
He entered the room, sitting at his table, first as he had been the last time. Shino and Hinata arrived shortly after, but Kiba was not in-tow. He wondered what the idiot was up to now, as the late bell for the class rang. Five minutes later, Kiba entered the room, a fresh glaze over his eyes. He tripped several times before reaching the table and plopping disorderly into his chair. He stared at Naruto, resting his face in his hand, elbow on the table. He looked rather idiotic, but the fact he was staring made Naruto blush, and he chose to stare down at his notes from the previous class.
He looked up only to watch the teacher as she gave out the requirements for the project. Must include people, an emotion, and a personal touch. Personal touch? Emotion? Naruto had no idea how he was going to do these… but he had a few ideas in mind. He looked over at Kiba. "Do you mind?" He wished he would stop staring at him like that.
"Not in the least." The brunette continued to stare, however, ignoring Naruto. He wanted to give through his eyes the feelings he'd been harboring the rest of the weekend after Naruto left. Naruto stared back at him this time, and as Kiba made a move towards him, he turned away.
After class was over, and Kiba had stared at Naruto for a straight hour, the blond stood from his place at the table, placing his thing into his bag and preparing to leave. Kiba seemed to have sobered up and was sitting in his seat, unmoving. Naruto stopped a moment and looked at him before strapping his bag to his back and making to leave.
"Naruto," the familiar voice came from behind him, "can I talk to you?" Kiba's face seemed serious, and he had sobered up a bit. Naruto nodded silently and followed him out the back door. Kiba stood shuffling his toes in the grass. "I really didn't want you to leave the other night." Naruto opened his mouth to speak, but Kiba continued and he closed it once more. "I saw regret in your face when you told me you were leaving, so I didn't say anything." He looked up at Naruto now. "I wanted to ask if you'd come back over tonight."
Naruto wasn't sure what he should say. He wanted to, but he also didn't want to set himself up for anything. "I left… because you didn't feel anything like I did. And I could tell." His voice shook with nerves. "I know it seems fast, but I find my feelings quickly. And I felt something between us. Something you didn't seem to feel yourself."
Kiba was silent. This made Naruto even more nervous, he had thrown words out without thinking of the effects. He was about to run away when Kiba spoke once more. "I did." There was a silence for several moments before he spoke again. "I did but I was afraid you'd freak if I told you. I thought maybe you were just in it for a good time and… I didn't want you to leave because I'd freaked you out."
Naruto clutched his bag tight. He had to think of something to say so he could get away. "Alright." He thought a moment." I'll be over around seven." With that, the blond ran to his car and started it as fast as he could, driving home, and leaving Kiba with a dorky half-smile on his face as he began to walk home.
Ugh… that took forever. Sorry guys, serious writers block, and a few computer problems. I have a laptop now, and I had a new chapter written (completely different from this one) and then my computer crashed and I lost EVERYTHING. Music, pictures, writing… Everything T_T
But it's alright. I'll live. Review and tell me if it sucks… I think it does x.x