Chapter 14 Watching From Afar

White blonde hair and sky blue eyes.
She sauntered into the village like she has been doing this every day of her life when in all honesty she had left for five years.
My feet carried me away as I began crying, running as the streets around me blurred. Away from the gates and hiding from my fear.
Hatake-Motoye Saki was back.
And I didn't want to see her.
It's strange. All these years I've wanted to see her again, to ask where she's been, and to cry how much I missed her. I kept running.
When did this longing turn into whatever this variation of hate is?
I hate her.
She left me. I clenched my teeth and ran faster.
There's no doubt it was her. She saw old friends, greeted them, and they all called her Saki.
I stopped running when I realized I was in the team's training grounds.
Kiba stood a few feet from me, staring at me in confusion.
Oh... I'm still crying. Letting out a sob, I fell to my knees pathetically.
Instantly, I felt a warm hand fall on top of my head. I looked up to see Kiba, worried.
"Why do you care?!" I growled at him. He smirked.
"I'm staying so I can rub this in your face later. You owe me."
I sighed in defeat. Whatever, I couldn't care about bringing up my mask.
"What happened?" He asked seriously. I frowned.
"My mom's back."
"... So?" He asked, genuinely confused. He doesn't know, I repeated to myself. He doesn't know she's a deserter and is classified a missing-nin.
"She's been gone six years. How am I supposed to feel? She left without a warning and now she's back like nothing happened..." I muttered. Realization and understanding dawned on his face, and then I saw pity bloom. I didn't want pity.
"I don't need your pity. You can take it and shove it up your-"
"That wasn't pity, it was sympathy." He murmured softly, cutting off my rather rude declaration. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap. He rested his chin on the top of my head. I couldn't help the rather happy thoughts flitting through my thoughts.
Blushing furiously, I asked, "What the hell, Kiba?!" He only chuckled and it didn't help my self control when I could feel the vibrations of his laugh reverberate through his torso.
Damn.
He tightened his grip on me and my tears stopped.
Kiba is definitely awesome, I thought tiredly.
Sighing, I curled into his hold. I rested my head around the area where his heart was. My own heart battered my ribcage and I could hear his speed up which must be because he was training.
Pretty soon, I began to feel tired, being lulled to sleep by the gentle rhythm of his heart.
Why is it I always fall asleep when Kiba is there?

When my eyes next opened, we were still in the training clearing. However, he was asleep and leaning against a tree.
Kiba must've wanted to get comfortable.
I didn't want to leave yet, so I resumed laying there listening to Kiba's steady, even breaths. I closed my eyes and began spacing out. I wasn't tired, but I didn't want to move yet. My thoughts wandered to Kiba. What were we to each other?
To me, he's still my secret crush. Never would I accidentally let it slip that I like him. I wouldn't risk rejection and never being able to be around him again for the slim chance he would like me back. It wouldn't ever happen! I'm the cocky bitch no one wants to be around unless they were in some type of danger!
Kiba's breathing pattern eventually changed and I heard his heart rate begin to speed up. I lifted my head to look at him and he grinned at me. My own heart began skipping beats and racing. I didn't know why his heart sped up, but I hoped it was for good reason.
He was so cute, especially when his hair was unkempt like that.
I had no idea where Akamaru was, but I was happy he wasn't here. It was just Kiba and me, sitting in this darkened clearing of a training ground.
I jolted with realization. How long were we sleeping?! It was late evening, and if I had to guess it was around nine at night. I felt a warm hand tangle itself into my short silver hair and instantly relaxed into it. Kiba was warm. Whatever trouble I would get in, it was worth it. I closed my eyes and finally allowed a small smile to appear on my face.
"Feeling better?" He asked me quietly. I murmured a yes and I felt another chuckle come from him. "That's good. You owe me." Giggling, I nodded once.
"Hey, Kiba?" I asked, waiting for a murmur of acknowledgement. After receiving one, I realized it would be stupid to tell him this, but I did anyway. "Wanna know my only fear?" I felt him nod. "I'm scared if being unwanted and unloved." I murmured, before drifting off to sleep with my mind at ease and with a strange sense of security.

When I next awoke, Kiba wasn't near me and the sun had risen from what I assumed a couple hours ago. My heart felt like it was shattering but on a small scale because i could see him almost every day since we were on the same team. I shrugged away the disappointment of him not being here, but I wouldn't blame him. Who would want to hang around me anyway? My feet began taking the familiar path home. I hoped dad wouldn't pester me about where I had been or what I had been doing - or worse, give me the 'talk.'
I don't need the 'talk' again. With dad, it was just awkward. He read scenes from his favorite orange book to make sure I perfectly understood exactly what was being discussed. I've had some pretty scarring moments with my thirty three year old dad. Sighing, I found myself in front of my house. As I stared at the small but cozy house, I couldn't help but wonder if mom had been here. I really didn't want to see her.
I didn't want to hear her disappointment.
Why else would she have left? She must have been disappointed that I could've been taken so easily. She must have been disgusted. She must have finally been overcome with longing to see dad and her friends again. Why should my existence stop her from living her life? I scowled and turned away from home and chose a clearing somewhere where I couldn't see my house. Setting up a little sleeping area in a tree, I couldn't help but wonder if my thoughts were truly what happened.

AN: you folks aggravate me. I know what I want to write, I just don't feel like it. I lack motivation. Plus, I'm an honors student therefore I definitely don't ever feel like writing. Please review me. Next chapter will (hopefully) be longer.
I hope I didn't make Kiba too OOC. God only knows what was going on in his head during this chapter. Ah well. This chapter was all over the place and just plain weird. Sorry. XD