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Chapter Eleven
Deeper Than It Seems

May 18, 2016
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“…and now she’s talking to you too!” Kiba bitched from the back of boys group, arm slung around a hapless Shikamaru in a semi-tight headlock.
“So what?”
“Whadda ya mean ‘so what?’ how the fuck do you get to skip the line! What makes you so special? If anybody shoulda been next, it shoulda been me!”
Frowning, Naruto tuned back into the conversation behind him, though his fingers kept typing away on his cellphone keypad as he walked and listened. The teen had been blabbering about Hinata since Shikamaru sat down for lunch with her and Naruto. Kiba going on and on about a hot girl was nothing new, nothing unique or note worth, however, Naruto would be lying if he said Kiba’s tunnel vision lusting after Hinata wasn’t starting to get on his nerves.
“There is no line, dumbass, and even if there was, with the way you’re acting you shouldn’t even be in it,” Shikamaru grumbled, before shrugging the bitching teen off, complaining “and get off me, you smell like wet dog.”
Naruto silently agreed with both statements as he read over Hinata’s latest message, with the way Kiba was mouthing off, it was better to keep him away from her. She could barely deal with Shikamaru in her space, Kiba would slime ball the poor girl to tears.
“No I don’t!” Kiba grouched, though delicately giving his armpit a sniff, becoming more confident when he couldn’t catch a whiff of funk, “I showered after P.E. this time!”
“Well clearly you didn’t dry off good enough, because you still stink,” Shikamaru insisted, “you roll around with dogs so much it’s part of your natural body odor now, and when you don’t dry off good you end up smelling like a bag of wet dog fur.”
“Fuck you! I do not!” he growled back.
“Yeah you do. Chill out, its not a big deal,” Shikamaru sighed for dramatic effect, “just dry off better, get some Axe Body Spray or something and you’re good to go.”
“You fuckin-”
“I use Axe Spray!” Lee vouched enthusiastically as Shikamaru’s joke flew over his head, his tone innocent and genuine, his ‘encouraging’ words more insulting because of their sincerity, “girls no longer run away from me as often so maybe that will stop so many of them from running away from you too, Kiba-kun!”
The group snickered, Naruto, at the head of the group walking alongside Choji, looked over his shoulder to get a load of his temperamental friend’s face, knowing the arrogant, superficial-Ino-Twin Kiba wouldn’t take Lee’s naive, albeit heartfelt, support very well.
“Girls don’t run away from me because I stink, asshole!” Inuzuka growled, cheeks the shade of a level six Hinata Hyuuga blush, “they just get shy and don’t know what to say. I’m a pretty handsome guy, ya know? I get ten confession letters a day! Girls are lining up to talk to me.”
Another round of guffaws met that proclamation of bullshit.
“Don’t get mad at Lee for telling the truth. It’s not his fault your ego’s so goddamn over inflated you can’t see around that big head of yours,” Naruto chuckled, rolling his eyes skyward, “girls run away from you in droves, right after they smack the ever living shit outta you for talking like a horny, sex addicted creep.”
The circle of youths nodded agreement, setting off the bad tempered teen all over again.
“And yet my body count is higher than any of you guy’s!” the annoyed adolescent pointed out, glaring at his circle of friends.
“That is because you are…what is it called?” Sai pondered a moment, before smiling that painfully uncomfortable, clearly practice, robotic-like smile that did very little in the way of helping the teen socially blend in, before he recalled, “a cheap lay.”
“Wrong! Try again android!”
Sai frowned thoughtfully, face studious as he no doubt flipped through his mental notes of the book he’d pulled that accurate but insulting phrase from.
Seeming to find the right answer, Sai did indeed try again, “perhaps you are what they call a thot?”
More roaring laughter.
“Wrong again, android,” Kiba growled, throwing him in a headlock next, glaring at the stoic faced teen.
“Nah, you got it right Sai,” Naruto laughingly assured, turning to face forward, pocketing his phone and folding his arms behind his head, eyes closed as he walked and threw out one last retort, “Kiba’s like a door handle, ya know, everybody gets a turn, dattebayo.”
Choji’s piglet-snorting laughter nearly eclipsed the boy group’s combined choir of mirth.
“Shut up!” Kiba growled, pushing through the other teens around him to catch the blonde menace in his third headlock given out in ten minutes, “you’re just jealous that I get more play than you ever could in ten lifetimes!”
“Bleh!” the blonde laughingly complained, “get off me Kiba, Shikamaru’s right, you fuckin stink!”
He didn’t really, not terribly anyways, there was a faint scent of canine that wasn’t exactly overpowering, but it was too much fun getting on Kiba’s nerves not to exaggerate.
“That’s not me, that’s your upper lip, asshole!”
They wrestled for most of the way to McDonalds, only settling down when they reached a busy sidewalk. They were still in their school clothes, fresh from club activities, and if anyone recognized their uniforms and reported them for horse playing in public they’d be in for an earful tomorrow morning. Wasn’t the first time some disapproving granny turned them in for acting like hooligans in public while wearing their Ouran High colors.
Naruto would like to avoid having his freedom after school restricted just because he could be trusted to ‘act like he had a mother that raised him properly, dattebane!’ when his parents weren’t around.
Losing his parents trust was the one thing he wanted to avoid the most, and not just because it’d get him hemmed up and his car revoked indefinitely, he cared about what his parents thought about him, disappointing either of them was worse than fifty full powered body blows from Sasuke. Sure, he didn’t follow their rules completely, he told them lies every now and again, he snuck out at night, and had snuck Sakura in more than once, he smoked weed every once in a while and did a bunch of other things he knew he shouldn’t be doing, but he made sure to do his dirt in ways that would never get back to them and he didn’t make any really, really stupid decisions, even if he could get away with it.
Despite the way he behaved when they weren’t watching, Naruto did have a mother and father that raised him properly, and he never forgot their core values, even when he actively sat them aside.
They all donned the persona of well behaved teenagers as they lined up at the fast food register.
It took a while to place their orders, even though they all knew what they wanted, there were six of them after all, and Choji ordered enough for three adults combined.
“I thought you said you were going on a diet,” Kiba remarked a few minutes into their meal, his statement laced with curiosity and without malice.
For all his overly aggressive abrasiveness and habit of taking things a bit too far, Kiba was just as loyal and protective of his friends as any of them, and he’d never maliciously set out to hurt any of them, least of all Choji who was one of the kindest among their friend’s group. Choji was sensitive about his weight, always had been since they were kids, it’d only gotten worse when he bagged Karui.
“I am,” the happily chewing chubby teen replied.
“That don’t look like dieting,” Kiba pointed out, eying the stack of burgers, fries and nearly gallon sized fountain drink.
“Let the guy have a cheat day, Kiba,” Naruto cajoled, waving a flabby fry for emphasis, “having to stomach Karui’s salads and low calorie barf the other six days of the week’s gotta be miserable.”
“True,” Inuzuka conceded, going back to his honey mustard coated nuggets, “but he did ask for it, ya know.”
Choji was dieting specifically for Karui, but Karui hadn’t asked him to, she was fine with his weight and told him that herself, unfortunately, Choji, a guy that had never had a girlfriend until Karui looked his way last year, was overly anxious about losing her because he was chunky. As many times as his friends and girlfriend tried to reassure him, Choji refused to let go of that fear, and after running into brick wall after brick wall, it was easier to just let Choji do what he thought he had to do if it made him happy. Wasn’t like it was a bad thing that he was trying to be more healthy.
Everybody just wanted to make sure he was doing if for the right reasons.
“Ya know, Lee and I can still help you workout if you ever change your mind, Choji,” Naruto offered, “shed some extra pounds, that way your meals don’t have to taste like punishment all time.”
“Yes!” Lee piped up, vanilla ice cream hanging precariously from his McFlurry spoon as he held it in his fist pump hand, “join us on our morning jogs and youthful sparring matches!”
Choji grimaced, the burger in his hands contradicting his standard excuse to skip exercise, “I think I’ll stick to the diet guys. I can’t jog as fast of you all and you’d mop the floor with me in a match…”
“You know we’d slow down for you,” Naruto negotiated, “and we don’t have to like spar for real, we could teach you a few moves, or even lift some weights at the gym. Nothing too crazy, ya know.”
Dull heat dusted his rounded cheeks, his bottom list disappearing into his mouth in a familiar sign of acute embarrassment.
Choji had always been very self conscious and it was even worse when he constantly compared himself to his athletic friends, excluding himself from activities and situations where he’d stick out like a sore thumb as the ‘fat, clearly out of place, dead weight pity friend’ leeching off his fit, popular friends for tiny crumbs of relevancy; that was Choji’s messed up assessment of his place with them, not theirs.
Naruto bit back a sigh, but backed off saying, “or ya know, stick with the diet, that’s cool too. It’s been working for you this long, and you’re down what, ten pounds now?”
And just like that, the redhead was all smiles and enthusiasm, saying before taking another big bite of his burger, “fifteen.”
“Ah shit, congrats Choji,” Naruto grinned.
He wanted Choji to have more confidence in himself, to not think about himself the way he did, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from celebrating and commending the guy for the hard work he put in. In a way, expressing his genuine happiness for his friend could only help build his confidence.
That’s what dad told him.
“I knew you were lookin kinda skinny this week,” Kiba joined in, already half way through his twenty-piece, “keep that up and there won’t be nothing left of ya.”
“I keep telling him that,” Shikamaru added, a small smile curving his lips.
“Keep going Choji!” Lee hyped, bouncing around in his seat like he was watching some sort of live action sports game, “fifteen pounds, then twenty, then thirty, then-”
“You wanna chill out?” Kiba grouched beside him, glaring as he caught his soda just as the bowl-cut boy nearly toppled it, “you spill my drink you’re gonna be buying me another one!”
On the other side of the excited teen, Sai piped up to add his own measure of encouragement, “it is perhaps imperceptible at the moment, but I am sure your body mass index has decreased thanks to your dietary efforts.”
“Uh, thanks Sai,” Choji replied, a bit bewildered but knowing the strangely worded compliment came from a good place, “thanks guys,” he addressed the group at large, his smile bright, “I’m gonna keep going, and maybe when I’m as fit as you guys we can jog and lift weights.”
They were all hoping to get him to join them sooner than that but, one step at a time.
“Oh yeah, Sai,” Naruto said, wiping ketchup from the corner of his mouth with a napkin, “I was gonna ask you for a maybe-favor. Hinata’s got some sick painting skills, ya know, she painted all our planets on the orrery.”
“Really?” Choji blinked, “they looked like something you could buy at the store.”
“I know right? They’re really good,” Naruto agreed, then addressing Sai, “I told her you’re in the art club, and that if she ever joins, you’d show her the ropes, help her get used to the club and everything,” his lips twitched a frown, an exhale sliding through them, “and you know, try not to insult her by being inappropriately blunt and painfully awkward.”
“That’s a tall order,” Shikamaru chuckled.
“That’s why I said try,” Naruto laughed, “unfortunately Sai’s the only one I know that’s in the art club and isn’t a dick on purpose.”
Choji snorted, nearly inhaling his soda down the wrong pipe.
Unoffended Sai merely smiled as he said, “for a good friend, I will try not to be an unintentional dick.”
He was being serious and that’s what made them all laugh.
Naruto was really hoping Sai would pull through, Sai was really harmless but his social skills were far worse than Hinata’s. Both of them had social woes, but Hinata could hold a conversation that was organic and human, the social cues she missed were glaringly obvious, but way less extreme than Sai. Maybe the fact that they both had social hang ups would make them click.
Besides, those two, surprisingly, had more in common than he would’ve thought, and not just because of the art thing and the social situation.
Sai’s parents sucked at, well, parenting, and the courts assigned him a guardian, some sour looking grandpa named Danzo that was kinda strict but was nice enough that Sai seemed to like him a whole lot, way more than his biological parents for sure. Though, to be fair, Sai said it was his mom that technically sucked ass. His dad had some mental health issues that kept him in and out of the hospital for extended periods of time, but his mom was just a straight up bitch that left him alone to go party at night, got caught one too many times, and the courts got involved. Sai’s parents didn’t have family that could take care of him, so he got appointed a guardian.
From what Hinata told him last weekend, her parents, or at least her dad, sucked ass too, though her guardian looked a lot more fun than Sai’s did.
He wanted to ask her about what led up to her being taken from her parents, but she had such a shit week worrying about the project till she broke down in tears that he hadn’t wanted to take a chance that his question dragged up even more stressful shit. Hinata, he was finding out, was a really sensitive girl, and he hadn’t wanted a round two of figuring out how sensitive. One crying Hinata was more than enough for one day. He might be adjusting to dealing with her tears, but that didn’t mean he wanted keep seeing them, and after seeing her a hell of a lot less gloomy than he’d ever seen her, he thought it was better to end their day off on a happy note.
Besides, they didn’t really know each other all that well and his mom used to get on him a lot about asking personal, usually embarrassing questions to people he barely knew.
Though, mom hadn’t done that since he was a pea-sized, snot nosed brat asking random pregnant women how their bellies got so fat, and when one laughingly explained there was a baby in it, his next question was why she ate her baby instead of asking for ramen.
Maybe it was the fact that the ear pinch his mom gave him as she led him away was seared into his brain.
“Surprised you got any work done with the Transfer Hottie in your group,” Kiba pipped up, wagging his brows.
‘Here we go again.’
Naruto knew whatever his friend was about to say was gonna get on his nerves, and the fact that he already knew this in advanced preheated his fiery temper.
Naruto was over his salivating and sniffing over Hinata.
It was old and annoying.
Tamping down a flare of irritation, Naruto took a bite of the last half of his burger, muttering as he chewed, “lay off, alright?”
“Oh come on,” Kiba huffed, rolling his eyes skyward before fixing the blonde with petulant glare, “you been hoggin’ her this whole time and that’s fine, whatever, but you’re not even droppin’ any juicy details!”
“There ain’t no juicy details to drop,” Naruto glared back.
“I don’t believe that shit, she’s way too comfortable with you all up in her space when her default is to sprint like a track star away from anybody that gets within spittin’ distance. Something’s goin on, and I wanna take notes,” the scruffy teen shot back, before leaning across the table, his shit eating grin as annoying as the conspiratorial look on his face, “come on, quit being so selfish and share. I’m tryna cut through the red tape and get straight to the goods, if I can bag and tag the Hyuuga Hottie, then-
“How about you eat your fuckin food and stop talking about her like she’s a goddamn piece of meat.” Naruto snapped, glaring at his friend who’s nose he really wanted to bloody, keeping his voice low even though their booth was among a seat of empty seats, “you been talkin’ shit non-stop since lunch. Shut the fuck up about her already, fuck, you’re like a irritating, aggravating, shitty ass song on repeat.”
Black brow raised, shit eating grin widening, Kiba leaned even further across the table, dark eyes probing and mischievous, “ohhh, so that’s how it is huh?”
Silently straining to keep his temper in check, blue eyes narrowed, Naruto took the bait, “that’s how what is?”
“You and the Hyuuga Hottie, sounds to me like somebody’s a little jealous.”
“You’re a fuckin idiot,” Naruto muttered, the irritation buzzing around him kicking up a notch, “nobody’s jealous.”
“How’s her high beams, huh?” Kiba asked next, blissfully unaware of how close he was to getting punched in the mouth, wagging his stupid ass eyebrows, his smile like an annoying itch Naruto was dying to scratch, “you gotta have seen some nip to be this bent outta shape about her already, ya lucky bastard. If you did, ya know that ¥20,000 bet is double-.”
“Say one more thing about Hinata or that bet and I’ll knock your teeth down your throat,” Naruto snapped, throwing the rest of his burger down on it’s wrapper.
“Now he’s gettin’ defensive,” the teen snickered, holding his hands up in mock surrender, “alright, alright, I’m actually really impressed ya know, two weeks with the Hyuuga Hottie and he’s a changed man. Knew a little change of scenery is all you needed to finally move on from Skaura. You’re welcome.”
“A change of ‘scenery’ didn’t do shit, dumbass, I’m still getting back with Sakura-chan,” Naruto shot back impatiently, “stickin’ up for Hinata when someone’s shootin’ off at the mouth about her has fuck all to do with seeing her fuckin tits. Hinata’s a really nice fucking person, and I’m not gonna sit here and listen to you talk about her like that without knockin’ your fuckin teeth in for it.”
And that’s all it was.
Kiba was a disgusting prick and Hinata was too nice to be talked about like that. This wasn’t anything new, the group was always trying to reign in Kiba’s nasty mouth no matter who the girls was. Sure, they were dudes, they talked about girls and sex and tits and stuff, nothing healthy teens with a functioning libido weren’t prone to do, but Kiba took it to far. To the point where it was degrading and sickening to have to listen to for any length of time.
Though…
Maybe not all, because it’s not like Naruto didn’t like Hinata beyond her being ‘a nice girl’.
There was no reason to lie to himself, he liked Hinata as person, and her shy, wall flower personality was definitely growing on him, he was starting to find it really cute to be honest. He had a lot of fun showing her new things that still left him stunned that she had never tried and he liked that she didn’t mind listening to him blabber on and on. She was interesting and patient especially when she was teaching him shit he should already know up on the school roof. She was standoffish and reserved, but that only made him wanna unravel every mystery she kept wound tight, to pump his fist in triumph whenever he successfully coaxed her out of her shell.
And maybe this made him sound like a broken record too but, she made him feel genuinely appreciated for once, like the things he did for her was special, noteworthy at the very less.
He liked that.
In fact, he liked that last bit a hell of a lot.
All of that wrapped in a body a pornstar would envy didn’t hurt either.
His attraction to Hinata was never in question, not from the very first day she was introduced to their class by Yamato-sensei, and he would readily admit her curvaceous shape made his dick hard, made him think about what it’d be like to have her underneath him, but none of that meant he was giving up Sakura.
Honestly, the thought never even crossed his mind.
Sakura was it for him.
Since they were kids at the sandbox Sakura had always stood out to him.
Headstrong, independent, a bit prickly and rough around the edges, a lot like him, and, loath as he was to admit it now that he was burgeoning adult that prided himself in making his own decision, a lot like the girl his mother had, apparently jokingly now, advised him to find for himself.
A girl just like his fiery mother.
That wasn’t really in his head at the time though, what drew him and what kept him coming back was how difficult it was initially to get close to her.
For an only child used to getting what he wanted, Sakura refusing to fall easily into his hands had captured his attention like nothing else he’d ever experienced before. He could admit, he was a spoiled, selfish little brat when he was a kid, expecting anything and everything he wanted to be handed to him just because he wanted it. Sakura was his wake up call that the world wasn’t his mother, that people wouldn’t just give him shit, that sometimes, he’d have to work his ass off what he wanted.
He’d met his match in the spunky pinkette.
She was a never ending challenge he couldn’t quite surmount, a counterpart just as stubborn as him, just as fierce as him, just as hotheaded and pugnacious as him.
Naruto had been dead set on winning the feisty girl that wasn’t afraid to swing her fists, especially at him.
Sakura had been dead set on repelling him, asserting he was the most annoying boy she’d ever met.
Their ‘courtship’ had been contentious and combative, so much so they felt more like rivals than two teens engaged in the relationship dance.
It was the first time he could remember working hard for something.
And he liked it. A lot.
He liked that she was tough, that she could stand her own and didn’t fold when he lost his temper or threw a ‘tantrum’ as she called it, that she didn’t demand softness from him because Naruto wasn’t exactly a gentle type of guy.
Every reluctant smile he coaxed from her, every exasperated laugh he manage to draw, every begrudging inch she gave in his unwavering pursuit was like winning some grand prize after a hard fought battle.
And, he’d quickly learned, he really liked winning.
It wasn’t until her father left that Naruto really made progress, the worst time in her life completely closing the distance between them, and yeah, he knew her dad abandoning her family probably pushed them together quicker than it would have naturally, but, he liked to think his own hard work had laid the ground work for the bullet-train relationship that bloomed between them almost immediately after.
Like flipping a switch, prickly, independent Sakura Haruno finally needed him, wanted him.
It was the first time she’d run to him rather than away, and though she hadn’t cried, not once in front of him, he knew she wasn’t as alright as she pretended to be. They had that in common too, always wanting to be tough, never wanting to break down, and that worked in his favor because he wouldn’t have known what to do with her tears.
Though, if she had, he would’ve at least tried to figure it out.
There wasn’t much else he could do to help her short of dragging her dad back home. Crazy as it was he’d briefly contemplated doing just that, anything to set her world right again.
His lips twitched a frown, Ino’s accusation replaying in his head.
Hero complex…
Looking back, maybe that was where his ‘hero complex’ started because he could remember feeling like some kind of hero swooping in to rescue Miss. Sakura-I-Can-Take-Care-Of-Myself-Haruno who had never needed anyone in her life, and that made him feel kind of…special, made him want to be the pillar for a girl that never seemed to need one.
He didn’t really care what anyone wanted to call it.
He wanted what he had with her back.
All of this, everything he was doing was to get that back, to get her back, and make this the last time they separated, to get her to see that what they had was special and she shouldn’t keep taking him for granted. He hadn’t lost sight of that, not once. Whether they were together or not, Naruto’s heart belonged to Sakura Haruno, and that, more than anything else effectively removed any slim chance of him getting wrapped up in another girl, no matter how sweet or beautiful.
“He’s right dude, chill out,” Shikamaru jumped in, calmly chewing as he continued, “you’re being really annoying. If you can’t talk about Hinata without acting like a disgusting pig then just keep her name out of your mouth.”
“Damn she’s workin’ fast cause it sounds like she got to you too,” Kiba snarked, though real annoyance crept into his voice.
Good, because Naruto shouldn’t be the only one pissed the fuck off, and it was more fun knocking Kiba on his ass when the annoying prick was pissed off too and fought back.
Shikamaru placed a restraining hand on his tensed arm, sensing the warning signs of an Uzumaki temper eruption. Naruto wasn’t fazed, Shikamaru wasn’t weak, not by a long shot, but neither was he a habitual gym goer or a martial arts hopeful that trained religiously.
He wouldn’t be able to stop him when he-
“I haven’t talked to her once and I don’t think you should talk about her like that either, Kiba-kun,” Lee piped up from the sidelines, his dark eyes earnest beneath his heavy brows.
“I’ll second that,” Choji half-raised his hands, jowls still chewing.
“That makes me number three I guess,” Shikamaru drawled.
Sai also raised his hand.
“Shut the fuck up, who asked you guys,” he growled, crossing his arms over his chest and dropping back in his seat with a loud thud.
Kiba always liked being the center of attention, except when he was being criticized.
“They don’t need to be asked, they’ve been sitting here listening to this shit and they’re just as tired of it as I am,” Naruto cut in, brows pinched as he leaned in towards the pouting Inuzuka, “get it through your thick skull, nobody wants listen to your disgusting mouth, especially while we’re trying to eat, dickhead. So why don’t you do us all a favor and put a lid on that dumpster, ‘ttebayo,”
“Fuck off, Naruto,” was the response.
Naruto hadn’t exactly been expecting more than that, Kiba never bowed out with grace, since they were young boys arguing over toys in the sandbox. Butting heads with Kiba was nothing new, and nothing they stewed over even if they came to blows, however, Kiba had taken a left turn when they started high school, the way he talked about girls becoming sleazy and downright disrespectful and Naruto was long since fed up with it.
“What’s your fuckin problem, Kiba? You’ve been acting like a sex obsessed idiot ever since Tamaki turned you down,” Naruto noted, watching as Kiba’s face grew as dark as a thundercloud, “you keep saying it wasn’t a big deal but now I’m starting to think you actually were hurt over it, that it didn’t just make you hate relationships, but girls in general.”
“That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard,” Kiba snapped, jaw tightening, “what the fuck gave you a stupid idea like that.”
“The fact that you talk about em’ like all they are to you is tits, ass and pussy,” Naruto pointed out, “you never have anything to say about them other than that and-”
“All that matters is tits, ass and pussy, unlike you all I’m not gonna get all wrapped up in feelings and let some girl make a fuckin’ fool outta me,” again.
Kiba didn’t say it, but they all heard it.
Tamaki was the first and only girl Kiba had ever gone after.
Flowers, crappy heartfelt poems, cheap jewelry and his heart on his sleeve, watching Kiba purse the girl he’d been crushing on since primary school had been really, really painful. Like a collection of open books, Kiba read their faces, watching the memories roll through, annoyed by what he probably perceived as a humiliating sea of pitying eyes.
“FYI, I don’t give a shit about Tamaki rejecting me,” he insisted, hands on the table as he leaned into their space, his eyes burning fiercely, his words unconvincing, “that’s her fuckin loss, better yet, I dodged a fuckin’ bullet not gettin’ tied down to some girl, otherwise I’d be a be just another pathetic, groveling simp handing my balls to some emasculating bitch like all of you!”
With that insult delivered, Kiba stood up from his end-seat of their booth, grabbed his bag and stormed off.
They watched his clipped pace as he passed by the big windows in the direction of the bus stop they all planned to catch the bus home from.
“Don’t seem like he doesn’t give a shit, and where the hell did he learn a big word like emasculate from,” the sole blonde at the table muttered after a while, “all this makes a hell of a lot more sense now though. Watching him jump through hoops trying to bag Tamaki was painful, dattebayo. Maybe all that fucked with his self-esteem or something. Dad says a guy’s ego is more fragile than an egg, ya know.”
Kiba’s ‘courtship’ had been more than painful, more along the lines of excruciatingly embarrassing, tortuously sad and grotesquely awkward for all parties involved, even the onlookers. Naruto hadn’t been directly involved, though he had tried to get Kiba to scale back as all their friends had to no avail, and yet he still felt second hand humiliation for his friend like it were his very own two years later.
Kiba didn’t have to say he was desperate to be with Tamaki, everyone could see it clear as day.
There was no way to sugar coat the truth, to down play or distort it.
Kiba Inuzuka had made an absolute fool of himself.
Naruto and his friend’s group spent a lot of first year shutting down the gossips and wannabe bullies that made fun of Kiba and his failed attempt to woo his life long crush. Through it all, Kiba acted like it wasn’t a big deal, that he was more angry at himself for ‘acting like a clown’ over a girl than sad about getting rejected. Telling them Tamaki wasn’t all that great anyways, that he was completely over her a week later, and after he got his dick wet for the first time with some upperclassmen at a party, Kiba’s stance had seemed all the more convincing to not just his friends, but the gossips watching.
His spiral into enthusiastic man-whoring had only reinforce it.
Clearly, all of it had just been a front.
“That’d explain why he’s fucking his way through the female population of Ouran High,” Shikamaru postulated, his concerned eyes still on the last window they’d seen the angry teen, “probably using them to validate himself after the whole Tamaki thing.”
Naruto inhaled until his lungs hit capacity, then exhaled through his nose, the remnants of his temper expelling alongside his stabilizing breath then asked as he looked at his group of friends, “so, what’s the plan? He’s being a real dick right now but we can’t just leave him like that.”
This whole situation sucked, and everyone at the booth was probably kicking themselves for not putting it all together sooner, he certainly was, but Naruto was also kinda relieved. At least there was a reason for Kiba being a dickhead, and now that they knew what the problem was, there was a chance to find a solution for it, and maybe, had a chance to get their annoying, loud mouthed, short-tempered but somehow still lovable buddy back minus the obnoxious, skirt-chasing pig persona he'd been hiding behind while he licked his wounds.
“We’re gonna need to get Shino in on this,” Naruto suggested, then frowned, “hate to put more shit on him though, but he said Torune’s responding to treatment and that he’s improving.”
That was the reason he wasn’t here with them now, munching on a salad. His dad worked late and Shino didn’t like for Torune to be alone and not just because his condition had been so dicey the last few months. Torune was isolated most of the day, leaving him to do nothing but stew in the depression he’d been diagnosed with.
That worried Shino more than Torune’s skin disease.
“Even if Torune was at a downturn Shino would want to know and help out,” Choji reasoned, the rest of his food uneaten, the sudden turn probably ruining his formidable appetite, “and he’d be pissed we left him out of something again.”
“True,” the table agreed.
“Besides, if anybody can get through to that jerk it’s Shino.” Naruto stated.
They were all good friends of course, but there were distinct bonds between certain members.
Choji and Naruto were closer to Shikamaru, but Kiba was closer to Shino. Lee was closer to Tenten of all people, and Sai, surprisingly, was tight with Fuu, though maybe it wasn’t all that shocking considering they both had faulty mouth filters and zero situational awareness.
“Before we make any plans,” Choji piped up, “gotta hit the bathroom.”
One row of the booth shuffled around to let the teen out, then reclaimed their seats as the redhead headed to the bathroom.
“You guys notice Choji’s been going to the bathroom after like, every time he eats?” Naruto asked as he disappeared into the mens room, “does he have IBS or something? Pervy Grampa has it and he gets diarrhea almost every time he eats.”
“Or maybe he’s lactose intolerant?” Lee put in.
“He’s not lactose,” Shikamaru negated, shrugging as he guessed, “think the diet change is loosening his bowels or something.”
Naruto made a face, but said, “or maybe it’s that shit Karui feeds him, all that ‘healthy’ food’s gotta be lethal at some point.”
The group merely shrugged and settled in to wait out the next half hour.
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His mom called him a block from home right after he parted ways with his friends. Shifting his bag on his shoulder, knowing who it was by the unique ring tone, Naruto dug his phone out and answered.
“Hey ma.”
“Hey, sweetie, you at home?” his mother asked, before saying, “and stop pouting. Unless you have me on speaker phone, nobody heard me call you sweetie.”
“I heard it,” the currently pouting Naruto replied, “come on mom, we talked about this, dattebayo. Even dad agreed I’m too old for nicknames like that.”
“Well I don’t agree,” his fiery mother responded.
“Mom-”
“Alright, alright, son, are you home? Did you eat anything?”
Knowing this wasn’t gonna be the last time he was called sweetie, Naruto rolled his eyes and shelved the argument for now, “I’m on the way home now, me and the guys stopped for burgers.”
“Alright, your father should be home soon, he’s out with some big wig at a fancy restaurant. I don’t know how that man has the patience to deal with those boring, stuffy snobs for more than a few minutes. I couldn’t take it longer than thirty seconds.”
Naruto snorted a laugh, “I wouldn’t be able to take it either.”
Dad had more patience than the two of them combined and multiplied by ten.
“Make sure you get your homework done, and pick your clothes up off the floor. No I didn’t go in your room but I know you like the back of my hand, it’s Wednesday, you’ve got at least three days worth on the floor.”
Four days actually.
“Uh, yeah, I’ll pick em’ up,” he promised, knowing he didn’t have a leg to stand on.
“Thank you, son,” his mom emphasized, amusement in her voice, “
Naruto indulged another eye roll but couldn’t help but grin at his cheeky mother’s ‘son’.
She never really lost a fight with grace, another trait they shared, “okay.”
“I’ll see you tonight, love you.”
“Love you too, bye mom.”
“Bye, sweetie.”
She hung up before he could say anything, leaving him reluctantly amused at her teasing.
He was home in the next ten minutes, pulling his phone out as it buzzed his pocket while he slipped his shoes off at the genkan.
Sakura had sent him another text but it was Hinata’s message notification that caught and held his interest.
He opened it as he crossed the living room, reading as he walked towards the stairs leading to his basement bedroom, grinning wide as he finally got a concrete answer to his question.
He typed back as he headed down to his room.

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