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Summery: When Naruto loses his memory about being in a relationship with Kiba how will Kiba deal with it and what will he do to get Naruto back?

Chapter 7

…..I have a boyfriend and Kiba has a boyfriend and if neither of us screws it up we will both have a boyfriend for a really long time….

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" My eyes shot open as wide as they possibly could and in a sudden jerk I felt my head hit against the door behind me. I gripped the back of my head in pain, feeling the newly formed bump. As soon as the pain died down a little I looked down at my body. I was completely covered in a cold sweat and my hands wouldn't stop shaking. My clothes were still the same as when I went on that date with Kiba. Where was I? What had happened? And did I really agree to date Kiba?

I was in my apartment that much was for sure and I was right next to the door which means that I was in the exact same place I fell asleep after the date. Does that mean it was all just a dream? Sakura and Kiba were never in my apartment? And most importantly I didn't agree to go out with Kiba? Somehow just thinking that was getting me upset. I hate having to fight my own self-conscious over whether or not I like Kiba, it's really getting annoying.

I'm just not going to fuss about this whole situation anymore. I stood up, stretched and yawned. Because of all the sweat my clothes were sticking to my body. I need to take a shower as soon as possible. I began pulling off my tie as I headed towards the bathroom. Turning on the water I stripped down to nothing. I couldn't shake this tense feeling I had; this was all Kiba's fault anyway. Uhhhhhhh, I was so exhausted I didn't even have the energy to blame Kiba anymore. All I wanted was to get into my shower and let the hot water relax my muscles so that way I will be able to be a little bit more calm and relaxed.

As I stepped into the shower I could feel the warm jets of water hit my skin and it felt so good. I could feel my muscles relaxing bit by bit. I started to close my eyes so I could focus on how good the water was making me feel as my hands roamed all over my chest gently massaging me. I allowed my mind to wonder to Sakura and how much I would love to be sharing a shower with her. I pictured her walking up to me and saying the sexiest, most desirable words I could think of 'Naruto, sweet Naruto, you love Kiba don't you?'

Wait…..What?...I love Kiba? Why was Kiba in my fantasy about Sakura? Kiba is the last thing I wanted to think about. I didn't want to think about his voice or his stupid grin or his handsome body or his delicious tongue or the way it feels to have his rock hard dick grinding against mine. Damn it! I was seriously hard. This isn't right Kiba shouldn't be able to get me hard that's Sakura's job. I tried to go back to my fantasy about Sakura but every time I did Kiba always appeared someway somehow.

Eventually I realized that I was simply causing more stress than I was eliminating. I turned off the shower, dried myself off and just stood in front of the mirror staring at myself. I wasn't the confident person I had always believed myself to be anymore. I was different and I wasn't sure that it was a good thing. I wanted to go back to they things were before all this had happened but that was probably impossible. I looked at my body carefully. I still looked the same. Tan, muscular, hot and well hung but these things didn't seem to matter to me anymore.

I didn't know myself anymore. I was so conflicted over Kiba I had no idea who I was anymore and that hurt. I eventually got out of the bathroom and got dressed realizing that I can't wallow in front of the mirror all day. I wore a plain black t-shirt and some of my favorite jeans. I needed to make my feelings clear not to anyone else but to myself. I decided to take a walk through the town to clear my head.

It was bright outside. The suns bright rays were reflecting against the concrete causing me to squint and cover my eyes for a moment. I could hear the birds outside, still singing away their song and living in joy and a pure existence. The voices of children all around, running and playing, laughing and smiling all of them enjoying themselves without any look of inner conflict or struggle allowed me to gain a quick small smile.

I walked down the streets I knew so familiarly and thought of Kiba. I thought back to when we were just kids, always getting into trouble. How we would sneak into the adult section of the library to look at the nude photographs of women or how we would sneak into school extra early to set up a whoopee cushion on the teachers chair. But all of these good memories that I loved to think about and could make me smile in an instant never came close to the moments when we were together doing nothing and could talk about anything.

Those moments were the happiest times of our friendship, when we could just look up at the sky and just enjoy the presence of each others company. We could be completely honest and not have to worry about being treated differently or resented. It was truly the happiest moments of my life and think back on them now I can't help but feel warm inside, comforted and happy.

We shared everything from our favorite flavor of ice cream to the girls we had crushes on and I remember him always talking about how when he fell in love with the perfect girl he would never give up on her and try to make her happy as long as he lived. I guess life didn't turn out exactly as he had planned because he ended up falling in love with me. I had my plan as well; I wanted to be with Sakura. I wanted to marry her and grow old with her but that plan hasn't exactly worked out. I guess life never works out the way you want it to.

By now I had circled the block and was now back at my apartment. I was tired and wanted to take a nap. As I walked inside I felt better than I had before. Running through those memories had really lifted me up and helped me but I still hadn't figured out what exactly what I wanted to happen next. Did I want to start going out with Kiba? Did I want to keep pushing him away? What did my heart really want?

I took of my shirt off and laid down on the sofa near the television and closed my eyes. It was 10:30am and the day had only begun. I thought of my life now, the memories of when I was a kid and then Kiba. Kiba was what stayed with me the longest and as I thought of his face, his hair, his body and his laugh I could feel myself smiling.

"Kiba, if you really love me let my heart know the right path to take."

As my eyes softly blinked myself awake I felt more relaxed and at peace then I had in the past few days. I looked at the clock, 3:30; I was asleep for five hours. As my senses began to come back I felt something against my hand. It was someone's hand and by someone I mean Kiba. Well duh who else would be in my apartment without permission and touching me? I slowly looked over the edge of the sofa and there asleep on the floor was Kiba. He was snoring and I thought it was kind of cute. I looked at where his hand was against me and I noticed that Kiba was actually lightly holding my hand.

I needed to wake him up so I could ask him why he was in my apartment again without permission and to kick him out but as I removed my hand from his I noticed that he had actually placed what seemed like paper in my hand. I grabbed it gently trying not to wake Kiba and opened it to see a note inside.

Naruto,

I'm sorry I'm in your apartment again. I know you probably don't want me to be here but I wanted to see you again. I walked in and saw you laying asleep on the sofa and decided to let you sleep until you woke up but I underestimated how tired I was and if you wake up and I am asleep on the floor don't be to mad. Please! I left you this note so hopefully I won't get into as much trouble with you as I would otherwise.

I love you Naruto.

After I was done reading I looked back down at Kiba and he was still fast asleep and I couldn't help but smile at his sleeping form. As I looked at him I felt my heart jump. It wasn't a painful feeling but a pleasant one and in the moment I decided that if Kiba really did love me I could at least try to love him in the same way because after all he deserves it.

He really does.