Pairing: Kiba/Naruto; Naruto centric
Summary: someone helps out a couple that needs to actually get together first
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, or the song used
Author’s Notes: Song “Listen to your Heart” by DHT; it doesn’t exactly fit, but I think it fits the pairing. Rated PG for Naruto's dirty mouth.
I know there's something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.
You've built a love but that love falls apart.
Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.
Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why;
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.
I guess it started with the treasure. No, no it really didn’t. It started before then, so possibly, if you really wish to know, it was at the Chuunin Exams. Yes, Naruto Uzumaki won against Kiba Inuzuka during the preliminary matches. I knew that even though I had managed to beat him, I didn’t want to. Other than to survive, I wanted him to leave unscathed. So instead of just taking him out from the start, I allowed him to get the better of me and beat me up pretty badly. I left with more injuries than he had, to tell the truth; but I didn’t let it stop my survival through the exams. I remember his little smile to Hinata, even though he had said she couldn’t win, when she still went through with the match. That was the reason I had felt I should root for Hinata and keep her going. Kiba believed that maybe she could come through, she was tougher than she seemed; I would do it for Kiba. At first I thought it was guilt. I felt guilty for winning, that’s why, but afterwards I thought, and just wanted to have Kiba be able to smile at something. I was young; I didn’t know what I was doing.
After the failed mission to retrieve Sasuke, I did have a bit more respect for the Inuzuka dog-boy; but I figured it wasn’t anything worth noting. After all, I was still young. And, as I realized we lost the only person I thought that loved me, and I loved back; even if platonically, he left me forcefully. I was deeply hurt, and always would be, however, I never thought of love as anything different than what Sasuke and I shared. I turned to depression, and then covered it with a façade of a fighter’s spirit, as if I owed it to Sasuke and Sakura to hold the team together. Underneath I suppose I was crying out for help.
Whenever Dog-Boy offered a hand in friendship I guess my walls went up and I shrugged it off my shoulder, or dropped it, maybe even kicking dirt in his face as I walked off. I never thought of how it could have possibly hurt him too. But I had to go train with Jiraiya. I never expected that the ones I would miss the most were the two that were more akin to hound or human adverse to what they actually were. Akamaru, the dog I could always understand, but thought it was weird, so I tried to not listen and act like it was weird Kiba could understand; and Kiba Inuzuka, the boy who had propelled me forward in the Chuunin Exams, even though I didn’t want to; the boy who was the only one to ever understand me. Although he still doesn’t know about Kyuubi being sealed in me… then again, does he have to know? I grew up since I was last in the village, I know now that I am different from most boys my age, which are sixteen. I was so naïve to think that my leaving would have a huge effect on everybody. But I came back, my friends were glad I had returned.
Jiraiya kind of disappeared, which felt weird to me, since I had been around him for the last two and a half years, if not three years. Of course, with how often he forced me to learn things on my own, or possibly spending my money on women and wine, it was probably only two years I was actually around him. I knew by the time I was back that I was what others called “gay” or “homosexual”. I told no one when I first returned, met up with Sakura, got the bells from Kakashi, and finally ended up reviving Gaara. Now that was a boy who seemed to try to understand me, but he didn’t understand the dog-like qualities, especially after the raccoon monster, Shukaku had been extracted and Gaara was revived. The only thing Gaara seemed to recognize is my social background, which wasn’t all it seemed to be, either.
Now to many, the slight musk was not much to the normal human nose. However, to me, it made me stand out like a sore thumb; in fact I’m surprised that Kiba himself hasn’t recognized it. Then again, the soft smell had been on me since Academy Classes, possibly even before that. But it certainly magnified during the Academy days. By now, with three years away from the dog-duo, it had faded. It was hard for me, when I first saw him, not to tackle him to the ground, but not only was he a Chuunin now, but he was slightly different. I, instead, walked closer, then had no choice and tackled him. I hadn’t seen Akamaru, but was honestly surprised by his size now. Kiba could use him more as a horse than a ninkin. Of course, the intimidation factor didn’t work on me, as I knew he wouldn’t hurt me without being ordered to. Kiba blinked and looked at me from his position on the ground. I sat, straddling his hips, grinning before I crossed my arms and leaned down on his chest, my chin resting on my crossed arms.
“Still wearing orange, I see.” I responded sooner than I realized who had spoken.
“Well, it’s a nice color.” Kiba blinked again… that… hadn’t been him, had it? I gave a sort of blush and a nervous laugh, rubbing my whisker scars: a habit I had developed when I was embarrassed, to hide my blush. Akamaru gave a dog-like laugh, more of a bark, mumbling something about “Kitling”. Kiba gave a small laugh and patted me on the back, sitting up slightly, propped on his elbows. He raised his eyebrows and decided to greet me with a nice full hug, causing him to fall backward on the ground again. Enveloped in the scent that had always been mingled with mine, I sighed and returned the hug, feeling secure as I nearly snuggled into him.
And I suppose I didn’t want to let go, that might have been the first clue, but the second was that he sniffed me. He made a sort of face before looking me in the eyes. His voice was soft as he spoke.
“You smell different than you did before.” I just gave him a half-hearted smile, knowing I did, but that I would return to my original identity within a week. Especially if I spent as much time with him as I wanted to, of course… that would never happen. He may be affectionate, but he’s probably in love with Hinata by now. I shrugged and let go, giving an excuse like I needed to go see the Hokage. He nodded and allowed me to leave. I know he’ll ponder on about how I could understand Akamaru, but I suppose I’ll have to tell him and the others eventually. I would do it today, officially. I did have to talk to Tsunade no baa-chan though.