Unlike Poles | Two
Hinata is looking rather the worse for wear when they next meet.
Kiba sees her right where they last parted, outside the nightclub, sitting with her back against the concrete wall with a fresh puddle of vomit not far away. Even from a distance, he can see her shuddering as she continues to cough and heave.
"I can't believe you're even legal. How much did you drink?" He crouches next to her, intending to rub the matter in more, but her pitiful hiccups and huge eyes destroy the intention. Kiba has a soft spot for dogs—having lived with at least seven mutts over the past twenty years—and Hinata simply reminds him too much of an awfully sad puppy at that very moment. Sighing, he swings her into his arms in one smooth motion.
"My friends are inside," she mutters feebly, sniffling slightly, the discomfort plain on her face.
Kiba rolls his eyes. "And you want to meet them covered in vomit? I live walking distance from here, you can wash up and meet your friends back here. What do you say, kitten?"
Hinata blinks up at him with wide eyes and quietly assents; he supposes she's just a little tipsy or she wouldn't be so trusting. Truthfully, Kiba has surprised himself too—he'll admit readily that he's not the nicest guy in terms of caring for his female partners; hell, he can count on his fingers the number of times he's bothered to see the woman in his bed safely home.
And here he is bringing this pale-eyed girl to his house with the intention of letting her shower alone, not to burst in on her, rip off her clothes, push her on his bed and have his way with her. It's odd, even to him, that he hates snobby little rich girls, yet this one is bringing out the best in him. He supposes it's the whole helpless damsel-in-distress thing that gets him.
God, he's such a sucker for helpless girls.
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Kiba's house isn't much. In fact, it's quite the dump, with clothes strewn about and dirty dishes stacked haphazardly on the dining table. Hinata's eyes widen at the state of the house and she casts a nervous glance at Kiba's face, but he gives her a reassuring grin and pulls her further in. His white shepherd, Akamaru, bounds up to the duo, barking excitedly and pawing at Kiba before sniffing at an uncertain Hinata with vigor.
Leaving Hinata to shower in peace, Kiba lies down on the couch to wait, but promptly falls asleep. He has a short, confusing dream about being locked in a cell with Hinata by his mother, while the hoard of girls he's slept with snarl and rage, trying to reach through the bars for him. It's about then that he jerks awake, more confused than disturbed, just as Hinata pads quietly into the living room.
She's in one of his smaller shirts—which still hangs rather despondently on her slender frame and reaches to mid-thigh—and a pair of running shorts, since anything of his without the elastic band around the waist would just fall off her anyway. Her dark hair is damp, hanging over one shoulder and darkening the shirt where it rests. She seems more at ease now, and Kiba can't help but think that she looks like she's just showered after sex.
"Thanks for letting me use your shower," she murmurs, staring awkwardly at the floor at her feet.
Kiba shrugs nonchalantly. "No problem. You're gonna meet your friends, aren't you? Come on, I'll walk you back." Taking her half-open mouth as agreement, he gets to his feet and stretches, then guides her out of the house with a hand on the small of her back.
The walk back is pleasant enough, and Kiba finds that Hinata is capable of making good conversation as long as she's not completely terrified. She mentions that she's being groomed to be her father's successor in her family's company, so she's been making a point to visit all the buildings Hyuga Corp has a stake in, including this particular nightclub. Kiba can't say he's genuinely surprised at the news, but it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth again, and along with it is the sardonic thought that he'll probably be sued if he tries anything on this little lady.
He still gives her his number though, "in case you ever need another shower at a hot guy's place".
Kiba leaves her with three other girls in varying states of drunkenness: a rather hot blonde, a cool chick with pastel pink hair, and a cursing brunette with her hair in two buns. Kiba looks at them approvingly, liking how they're bad-ass enough to make up for Hinata's reticence, how they'll be able to protect her from bastards like him. Not to mention he'd bang any one of them any day.
"I'll see you around then, kitten." With a last pat on her shoulder, Kiba turns to leave. A smile grows on his face when he hears Hinata's quiet "goodbye" and one of her friend's loud exclamation of "he's pretty cute, where did you find him?" Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he resists the urge to look back and strides away.