Wrath of the Canine
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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,429
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter VI
Hey everyone im REALLY sorry about the RIDICULOUSLY long wait.. my brother killed my laptop's adapter about 6 maybe 7 months ago and i recently got my new computer since my old one was .... much over 10 years old and it was pretty bad shape and yeah i lost EVERYTHING including my stories and chapter six WHICH i was almost finished with but when you dont have your comp its hard to remember anything .. especially when your at college and need to learn crap.But i would love to say THANK YOU everyone for being so great in reading reviewing and rating my stories.. it means alot.thank ou... .muuurrr.. chapter six... dont kill me please. on with the chapter
*i dont own any of theses characters*
Kiba slowly opened the door to his room, feeling the warmth of the setting sun’s rays on his face. His hand, now holding a half emptied sack of Yakitori. Kiba had distributed an equal amount of yakitori between Akamaru and himself. He closed the door before letting himself loose onto the floor. He opened his sack before scarffing down the yakitori sticks.
“hehe. Little blonde boy.. you wait.” He chuckled as he fingered a group picture he had taken a few years prior. His clawed finger scratched at the photograph where Naruto had been standing. His lips curled into a smile as he forcefully pushed his claw scuffing out the blonde’s face, along with half his body.
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Hinata’s knees slowly became numb from the feeling of the firm cemented alley ground. Her hands which continued to press in to her face were now soaked and running with tears. Her finger nails clutched into a fist ,scratching her own face. Her cheeks, now streaked with blood red abrasions, mixed with the salty smell of her tears and the irony smell of her blood.
“Hinata-chan. Hey, i-its alright.” Naruto tried to say calmingly.
“NO! .. No it isn’t!.. It won’t be alright!” She yelped. Hinata stood in a flash and bolted out of the alley way. The wind blew in her face as her tears streaked down her cheeks. She couldn’t understand what was going on. Didn’t she make it apparent to Kiba that she liked him back? Hadn’t she dropped enough clues? Hinata pushed her way through the crowded streets of Konoha, rushing back to her house, rushing back somewhere. She hadn’t realized where she was headed all that remained in her head was to get out of the alleyway and to a place where she could think, somewhere she could be at peace with herself.
Hinata found herself panting she could smell the mixture of her tears, sweat and blood meshing into one. She looked up to where her feet carried her, the sound of dogs whimpering and shuffling in a front yard answered her own question of where was she. She had ran to the Inuzuka house hold. Her tears continued to pour down as she realized where her place of peace was.
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Kiba had been sitting in his darkened room. He heard the whimpering of the dogs in the front yard.
‘What? A strange girl?..’ he asked himself listening in on what the dogs had been whimpering. Kiba stood up and followed his nose to the smell of the front door. Kiba noticed his sister and mother still not home by the darkened hallways. His feet rubbed against the wooden floor with each step closer to the door. The coldness of the night etched its way onto his feet, making his bare upper body swell as wind blew. He shook his body as he reached for door knob. A large gust blew through the house as the Inuzuka prodigy opened the door. His beastial eyes pierced through the darkened street in front of his house. His eyes glinted while his eyebrows contracted together, glaring in the distance.
“Ki-Kiba-kun!” Hinata called out seeing the door open with the toned body of a boy standing in the entrance.
Kiba stood there glaring at the trembling voice. “ I don’t know why you’re here..and I don’t want you on my lawn. Go back to your damned blonde boy toy!!” he barked before slamming the door shut and returning to his room.
Hinata felt her will tear into two. What was wrong with him? Why did he treat her like this? Wasn’t HE the one who had such strong feelings for her? Didn’t he want her as much as she wanted him? Hinata tore away from the Inuzuka house, running once again. She didn’t know where to go or what to do anymore. One of her best friends, who happened to be the man she fell for, hated her. It seemed as though she would never find happiness. Soon she found herself standing in the presence of the training grounds team Kurenai had made their own in their Genin days. Hinata approached the wooden statues and fingered the kunai , claw, and chakra scorch marks along with the many eaten holes in each of the statues. Hinata dropped to her knees, placing her forehead against the wooden training dummy. Her exhausted body slumped forward before she slipped, falling to the ground. She curled around the circular shape of the wooden dummy as unconsciousness claimed her.
Off in the distance a disfigure shape slowly etched its way toward Hinata’s unconscious body. Large robes and a large hat concealed the semi painted face of the newcomer. It bent over, picking her up, slowly trudging its way through the training area. Hinata’s body swung limply as she was thrown over its shoulder.
“Mmm. Hehe.. now with you as my captive.. This should make things more intriguing. Should make my mission easier on me.” It mumbled, slowly trudging through the forest.
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Kiba’s eyes slowly opened as the morning sun peered into his room. His nose sniffed the morning dew as he slowly got up from his futon. His eyes looked at the wall across of his futon, which was now covered in scratched out pictures. He smirked as he looked at a claw mark that gashed out a crude drawing of a heart. Kiba stood from his futon, his bronze bare skin glowed in the morning sun as he made his way, slowly towards his door. The door knob turned and he exited his room hearing nothing in the hallway as he made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. He opened the bathroom door before hearing the scuffling noise of a dog’s paw against the wooden floor. Akamaru woke up from the slight noise of Kiba’s creaking door. The big dog saw the door of the bathroom close before sitting in front of it, whimpering.
“Akamaru, I’m not in the mood today.. cut it out.” He barked from behind the closed door. Kiba shoved his toothbrush into his mouth, brushing vigorously. He pulled down the front of his underpants as he moved to the toilet, releasing his stored water from the prior night. He had finished brushing his teeth and applying his paint. His hand fisted as he watched himself paint his cheeks in the mirror. He stared at the fake tattoos on his cheeks.
It was tradition for an Inuzuka born, or spouse, to make their family mark permanent when they married. ‘She was supposed to the one to make these permanent.’ He raged in his head. ‘But that doesn’t matter, if I can’t have her. Neither can he, he won’t be alive much longer to even see her face.’ Kiba’s lips curled into a smile as his ruthless eyes glared into the mirror. ‘He’ll wish he never screwed around with me.’
As Kiba emerged from the bathroom he heard a low growl. His eyes glanced to his right to see Akamaru’s body curled and his lips pulled back in a vicious gaze.
“Oi! .. what’s wrong with you?! “ Kiba snapped at the large dog who barked in reply.
“If you don’t like it just piss off then why don’t you!” he barked back before tearing his way back to his room. Of course Akamaru followed closely behind his master. Kiba grabbed his door handle and shut it as soon as he stepped in, slamming it in Akamaru’s muzzle. Akamaru whimpered, clawing at the door.
“Akamaru, Cut it out.” Kiba replied from behind the door as he rustled through his room, intently searching for something half decent to throw on. He pulled on his fishnet shirt before slipping on a tight black tank top allowing the swirling flame tattoo freedom. The headband of his younger days had been replaced with a black silken one which engulfed his forehead. A cold chill moved up his bare legs as he pulled down his sleeping shorts, revealing his dissatisfied taste of constriction under his polyester material. Kiba sighed feeling the cold breeze against his bare skin before bending over, grasping a pink waist band blacked boxers, slipping it on. It tightly grasped his hips following each steep fall of his muscular body. His hands immediately reached back down, slipping up a pair of black pants. Today was the end of Kiba’s break and had to go back to work. As he made his way back to the door he picked up his large back pack and swung it over shoulder before opening the door, giving Akamaru a glance. “C’mon. Let’s go.” He said in a close to normal tone.
Akamaru tilted his head, maybe Kiba would be alright and relinquish this ridiculous idea of actually killing a comrade he had known from the academy. Akamaru followed Kiba loyally through the house and out the door.
Kiba felt the soft morning breeze and the light glow of the morning sun as he walked down the path toward the Hokage’s complex. Once again he trudged through the town nodding to the little children who yearned to pet Akamaru with their giggling laughter and smiling faces. Once again he smirked at the group of girls giggling as they stared at him with their hungry eyes. He sighed as his rage slowly calmed down. Sure he still was raging about the night before but he had learned in the past to never bring your problems from home to work.
The staircase up the Hokage’s complex made Kiba sigh, “Work.. again.” He mumbled before looking back to see Akamaru a few feet behind. “C’mon.” he sighed as Akamaru happily ran ahead of him. Kiba made his way up the stairs. He sighed as he looked up at the doors. His hand reaching out grabbing the knob tightly.
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yeah i know not the best.. Ive been kinda scattered on this one.. my brain is dying i think haha.. Im trying tho.. really hard.. its been a while since ive been able to write and ugh.. its killin me haha.anyways i have to say please .. please.. PLEASE! read and review.. PLEASE review Im begging you .. and yeah i know.. im on adultfanfiction and still no sex scenes.. dont worry we'll get there soon enough..
*i dont own any of theses characters*
Kiba slowly opened the door to his room, feeling the warmth of the setting sun’s rays on his face. His hand, now holding a half emptied sack of Yakitori. Kiba had distributed an equal amount of yakitori between Akamaru and himself. He closed the door before letting himself loose onto the floor. He opened his sack before scarffing down the yakitori sticks.
“hehe. Little blonde boy.. you wait.” He chuckled as he fingered a group picture he had taken a few years prior. His clawed finger scratched at the photograph where Naruto had been standing. His lips curled into a smile as he forcefully pushed his claw scuffing out the blonde’s face, along with half his body.
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Hinata’s knees slowly became numb from the feeling of the firm cemented alley ground. Her hands which continued to press in to her face were now soaked and running with tears. Her finger nails clutched into a fist ,scratching her own face. Her cheeks, now streaked with blood red abrasions, mixed with the salty smell of her tears and the irony smell of her blood.
“Hinata-chan. Hey, i-its alright.” Naruto tried to say calmingly.
“NO! .. No it isn’t!.. It won’t be alright!” She yelped. Hinata stood in a flash and bolted out of the alley way. The wind blew in her face as her tears streaked down her cheeks. She couldn’t understand what was going on. Didn’t she make it apparent to Kiba that she liked him back? Hadn’t she dropped enough clues? Hinata pushed her way through the crowded streets of Konoha, rushing back to her house, rushing back somewhere. She hadn’t realized where she was headed all that remained in her head was to get out of the alleyway and to a place where she could think, somewhere she could be at peace with herself.
Hinata found herself panting she could smell the mixture of her tears, sweat and blood meshing into one. She looked up to where her feet carried her, the sound of dogs whimpering and shuffling in a front yard answered her own question of where was she. She had ran to the Inuzuka house hold. Her tears continued to pour down as she realized where her place of peace was.
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Kiba had been sitting in his darkened room. He heard the whimpering of the dogs in the front yard.
‘What? A strange girl?..’ he asked himself listening in on what the dogs had been whimpering. Kiba stood up and followed his nose to the smell of the front door. Kiba noticed his sister and mother still not home by the darkened hallways. His feet rubbed against the wooden floor with each step closer to the door. The coldness of the night etched its way onto his feet, making his bare upper body swell as wind blew. He shook his body as he reached for door knob. A large gust blew through the house as the Inuzuka prodigy opened the door. His beastial eyes pierced through the darkened street in front of his house. His eyes glinted while his eyebrows contracted together, glaring in the distance.
“Ki-Kiba-kun!” Hinata called out seeing the door open with the toned body of a boy standing in the entrance.
Kiba stood there glaring at the trembling voice. “ I don’t know why you’re here..and I don’t want you on my lawn. Go back to your damned blonde boy toy!!” he barked before slamming the door shut and returning to his room.
Hinata felt her will tear into two. What was wrong with him? Why did he treat her like this? Wasn’t HE the one who had such strong feelings for her? Didn’t he want her as much as she wanted him? Hinata tore away from the Inuzuka house, running once again. She didn’t know where to go or what to do anymore. One of her best friends, who happened to be the man she fell for, hated her. It seemed as though she would never find happiness. Soon she found herself standing in the presence of the training grounds team Kurenai had made their own in their Genin days. Hinata approached the wooden statues and fingered the kunai , claw, and chakra scorch marks along with the many eaten holes in each of the statues. Hinata dropped to her knees, placing her forehead against the wooden training dummy. Her exhausted body slumped forward before she slipped, falling to the ground. She curled around the circular shape of the wooden dummy as unconsciousness claimed her.
Off in the distance a disfigure shape slowly etched its way toward Hinata’s unconscious body. Large robes and a large hat concealed the semi painted face of the newcomer. It bent over, picking her up, slowly trudging its way through the training area. Hinata’s body swung limply as she was thrown over its shoulder.
“Mmm. Hehe.. now with you as my captive.. This should make things more intriguing. Should make my mission easier on me.” It mumbled, slowly trudging through the forest.
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Kiba’s eyes slowly opened as the morning sun peered into his room. His nose sniffed the morning dew as he slowly got up from his futon. His eyes looked at the wall across of his futon, which was now covered in scratched out pictures. He smirked as he looked at a claw mark that gashed out a crude drawing of a heart. Kiba stood from his futon, his bronze bare skin glowed in the morning sun as he made his way, slowly towards his door. The door knob turned and he exited his room hearing nothing in the hallway as he made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. He opened the bathroom door before hearing the scuffling noise of a dog’s paw against the wooden floor. Akamaru woke up from the slight noise of Kiba’s creaking door. The big dog saw the door of the bathroom close before sitting in front of it, whimpering.
“Akamaru, I’m not in the mood today.. cut it out.” He barked from behind the closed door. Kiba shoved his toothbrush into his mouth, brushing vigorously. He pulled down the front of his underpants as he moved to the toilet, releasing his stored water from the prior night. He had finished brushing his teeth and applying his paint. His hand fisted as he watched himself paint his cheeks in the mirror. He stared at the fake tattoos on his cheeks.
It was tradition for an Inuzuka born, or spouse, to make their family mark permanent when they married. ‘She was supposed to the one to make these permanent.’ He raged in his head. ‘But that doesn’t matter, if I can’t have her. Neither can he, he won’t be alive much longer to even see her face.’ Kiba’s lips curled into a smile as his ruthless eyes glared into the mirror. ‘He’ll wish he never screwed around with me.’
As Kiba emerged from the bathroom he heard a low growl. His eyes glanced to his right to see Akamaru’s body curled and his lips pulled back in a vicious gaze.
“Oi! .. what’s wrong with you?! “ Kiba snapped at the large dog who barked in reply.
“If you don’t like it just piss off then why don’t you!” he barked back before tearing his way back to his room. Of course Akamaru followed closely behind his master. Kiba grabbed his door handle and shut it as soon as he stepped in, slamming it in Akamaru’s muzzle. Akamaru whimpered, clawing at the door.
“Akamaru, Cut it out.” Kiba replied from behind the door as he rustled through his room, intently searching for something half decent to throw on. He pulled on his fishnet shirt before slipping on a tight black tank top allowing the swirling flame tattoo freedom. The headband of his younger days had been replaced with a black silken one which engulfed his forehead. A cold chill moved up his bare legs as he pulled down his sleeping shorts, revealing his dissatisfied taste of constriction under his polyester material. Kiba sighed feeling the cold breeze against his bare skin before bending over, grasping a pink waist band blacked boxers, slipping it on. It tightly grasped his hips following each steep fall of his muscular body. His hands immediately reached back down, slipping up a pair of black pants. Today was the end of Kiba’s break and had to go back to work. As he made his way back to the door he picked up his large back pack and swung it over shoulder before opening the door, giving Akamaru a glance. “C’mon. Let’s go.” He said in a close to normal tone.
Akamaru tilted his head, maybe Kiba would be alright and relinquish this ridiculous idea of actually killing a comrade he had known from the academy. Akamaru followed Kiba loyally through the house and out the door.
Kiba felt the soft morning breeze and the light glow of the morning sun as he walked down the path toward the Hokage’s complex. Once again he trudged through the town nodding to the little children who yearned to pet Akamaru with their giggling laughter and smiling faces. Once again he smirked at the group of girls giggling as they stared at him with their hungry eyes. He sighed as his rage slowly calmed down. Sure he still was raging about the night before but he had learned in the past to never bring your problems from home to work.
The staircase up the Hokage’s complex made Kiba sigh, “Work.. again.” He mumbled before looking back to see Akamaru a few feet behind. “C’mon.” he sighed as Akamaru happily ran ahead of him. Kiba made his way up the stairs. He sighed as he looked up at the doors. His hand reaching out grabbing the knob tightly.
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yeah i know not the best.. Ive been kinda scattered on this one.. my brain is dying i think haha.. Im trying tho.. really hard.. its been a while since ive been able to write and ugh.. its killin me haha.anyways i have to say please .. please.. PLEASE! read and review.. PLEASE review Im begging you .. and yeah i know.. im on adultfanfiction and still no sex scenes.. dont worry we'll get there soon enough..