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So I'm curious. After reading this chapter, are you for or against KibaTema?
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My Boss The Genius
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INTERLUDE NINE
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Kiba sighed in complete boredom, rolling his shoulders. Beside him, his partner Shino sat quietly in the passenger seat, the high collar of his black trench coat covering the lower half of his face. A set of black, circular sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and if he was spotted on the street, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he was either a gangster, or a Man in Black.
Neither was true, of course. Shino worked for the FBI, just as he (Kiba) did. Shino was just more... creative, about his appearance than the average special agent.
Behind the two of them, in the backseat, Akamaru whined softly. He was lying down on the seat, ignoring the open window near his head. Normally he'd have his head stuck out the window, panting doggishly as cars whizzed by, but Akamaru could always sense Kiba's moods, and often empathized with them. And since Kiba was currently in a state of complete boredom, Akamaru was as well.
The trio of agents (because yes, Akamaru counted as an agent), were off-duty. Kurenai, their old supervisory special agent, was assigned as Shikamaru's protection detail for the day, leaving Kiba to finish some paperwork at the office before punching out. Shino hadn't been assigned to be any kind of security detail, leaving him to the normal routine of day-to-day operations. But, as per his usual efficiency, he had finished all his duties early and joined his teammate for the rest of the day.
And this, of course, lead to their current dilemma: what the hell were they going to do?
Normally Kiba would suggest going to a bar, but it was too early to get drunk. Plus, they were both a bit overdressed because of work. He supposed they could just laze around at the apartment and watch movies or something, but Kiba was a little restless today. He wanted to go out somewhere and do something with himself. It felt like a waste of time to just watch a movie. What would they watch anyways? A cop flick? Everything they did in those cop dramas, he did every day of his life.
"Kiba," Shino intoned, turning his head slightly towards him, "your phone is ringing."
"Huh?" Kiba looked down to the pocket of his blazer, finally feeling the slight buzzing of his phone. "Oh." When he checked his cell, a memo flashed on the display.
Memo: Today is the first fitting for Hinata's wedding dress.
Kiba blinked at his screen, wondering when he had set that memo. He hadn't realized how quickly time passed. He must have set that memo months ago, when he and Shino and Akamaru had accompanied Hinata on the day she picked her wedding dress. Sakura, Tenten and Ino were there as well, of course, and they provided most of the advice. But it was him and Shino whom Hinata turned to for approval.
The memory made his heart pang. He hadn't wanted to be the guy to help her pick her wedding dress. He wanted to be the one to see her in it at the altar. But it was hard to go up against what Hinata already felt for Naruto, and even harder to go up against Naruto when the idiot had realized his own feelings. Faintly, Kiba wondered how he had gotten through the last couple of years, watching the two of them together. He wondered how he would survive the rest of his and their years, watching their children grow, watching them grow old together.
He wondered when he got this pathetic, waiting for a woman he knew wasn't going to be his. It was probably why he gravitated so much towards that woman, Temari, he realized. She reminded him of himself, perhaps more than that she continues to reflect his own face in the mirror. They were both filled with this craving emotion, clawing at this wall that they knew couldn't be scratched. Kiba had stopped clawing a long time ago. Now he was simply resting against it, feeling its solidity. He didn't know, though, if Temari was still clawing at it, or if she was like him, just waiting for the wall to collapse around him.
He wondered if she knew it was never going to collapse.
"Is anything wrong?" Shino asked him after he had stared for too long at his display. Kiba shook his head to clear his thoughts, and grinned at Shino, deleting the little message on his phone.
"Nah," he said, "it's nothing."