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The Price of Love I	By : JaydenNara Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, the characters and original manga and anime belong to Masashi Kishimoto, I also do not make any money from writing this story

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Yo! I'm back with a new chapter! Awesome, right?

If you haven't already, you should check out my oneshots. Two with Sasuke and Naruto, and one with Kiba and Shika. Or, try my other multi chapter fic, its a NaruSasuNaru story, gets a little smutty later on, then kinda, umm... bloody, violent, and angsty, but it'll have a happy ending. Heh, always a happy ending, eh?

Shadows of the Mind

The blanket was ripped from the feverish teens' body, and tossed blindly away to some unused corner of the cave. Kiba's slitted eyes narrowed in concentration as they wandered over the bandaged chest, searching for anything that may lead him to the source of the problem.

Deciding to turn to his most reliable attribute, he lowered his head to the bloodied wrappings and sniffed each one. The scent of infection was predominately in the two deep wounds where the kunai had gored the Nara, but there was also a hint of the smell in the one slash running from hip to hip.

"Shika? Wake up, now!" he yelled, gently shaking the boy by the shoulders.

To the brunets' great annoyance, Shikamaru only moaned in his sleep, sounding pained, but didn't wake. His body was flushed, and covered with a sheen of sweat, making the teen sticky, and matting his hair.

"Shika, please wake up," Kiba begged. Not even bothering to search for the blanket he had tossed earlier, he gathered the boy in his arms and sprinted from the cave. The goal was to cool down the overheating body of the Nara, hopefully helping him find some relief from the raging inferno keeping him unconscious.

Skidding to a stop beside the same stream as the day before, he placed Shikamaru on the ground, mindful of the injuries, and quickly stripped down to his boxers. It had been a tossup between jumping in fully clothed, but the desire to be warm later had won out. He scooped up his friend again and waded into the water up to his waist.

A loud shriek echoed through the trees as Kiba sunk down into the water. Shikamaru's eyes snapped open as soon as the cold water made contact with his burning skin. He flailed in the dog nins arms, eyes frantically darting around in panic.

"Shh-shh-shh..." the dog nin soothed, balancing the confused teen on his knees, and rubbing his back. "Shika, it's ok, it's just me. Several of your wounds are infected, and your body is trying to fight it off with a high fever," he tried to explain, unsure whether anything he was saying was even registering with the delirious Nara. "They have to be cleaned out or it could get worse."

An arm snaked around the Inuzuka's back, and Shikamaru buried his face in the offered shoulder, closing his eyes and letting out a shaking sigh. "I feel like I'm on fire," he slurred.

"I know," Kiba soothed, shuffling over to the edge of the river, still cradling the shivering body. "I'm going to clean out your stomach wounds," he explained as he grabbed a cloth off the bank. He made his way back into deeper water, the Nara clinging to him. "Hold on tight, this is going to hurt like hell."

Biting his lip, Shikamaru whimpered, nails biting into Kiba's shoulder as the dog nin probed his bleeding stomach. A hair raising scream filled the air, echoing through the trees as Kiba scrubbed the infected wounds, Shikamaru thrashing violently in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Kiba chanted over and over. It was almost too much for the Inuzuka to bear, watching the other teen howl in pain, pain he was causing him. "There, I'm done," he promised, quickly finishing the third and final infected wound before throwing the bloody cloth onto the shore. Pulling the sobbing nin against his chest, he attempted to soothe the delirious teen, whispering comforting words in his ear while gently rubbing circles on his back.

Stifling the sobs that racked his body from the intense pain coursing through him, Shikamaru clung to his friend, tears streaming down his face. He was embarrassed by his behaviour, but too delirious from the fever to care enough to stop, especially when his gut felt like someone had punched a hole through it.

"Let's head back," the tired dog nin said, knowing he couldn't stay in the water or the Nara would bleed out. Gathering his clothes, he carried Shikamaru back to the cave, and quickly and quietly redressed the freshly cleaned wounds, wrapping him back up in the blanket retrieved from where it was tossed earlier.

Shikamaru was mumbling incoherent nonsense under his breath, tossing his head back and forth while Kiba could only watch and worry. The fever hadn't broken. If anything, it had gotten worse. He forced down some leftover fish, and tried to feed the feverish nin, but Shikamaru wasn't responding.

He spent the rest of the day with his friends' head in his lap, gently stroking the damp raven hair. Shikamaru twisted in agony on the floor, and the fever raged on. Occasionally the dog nin wiped sweat off the normally lazy nins brow with a cool damp cloth. He tried talking to him, but nothing was penetrating the foggy mind. All he could focus on was Shikamaru was alive, and that's all that mattered.

The day wore on, and the night was no better. Kiba held Shikamaru's burning body while he moaned and cried out for him as the fever burned, seemingly worse as time passed. He noticed the younger chunin seemed calmer when he whispered that he was there, and spoke to him. It wasn't much, but it helped ease both their minds.

The early hours of the morning came, the sky lightening outside the cave, and Kiba was still without sleep. When the sun was finally poking over the horizon, the fevered nin quieted down and fell into a restless sleep. The worried dog nin let out a sigh of relief and let his body drift off to sleep, still holding the younger boy.

The sun was high in the sky by the time Shikamaru finally awoke, and a little while longer before he was semi alert and aware of his surroundings. The fever still hadn't broken, but it had dropped considerably, enough for him to eat the last of the dry rations Kiba offered him.

"You still feel too hot?" the Inuzuka asked, repacking the bag he'd dumped in search of food. "I'm going to take you back to the creek to cool you off," he said when the tired Nara nodded. Picking up the fragile body, he waited for some form of protest, but none came.

Finding the stream was easier having already made the trek twice, once in a panic. Laying the bundled teen down on the grassy bank, Kiba stripped down to his boxers again, and waded into the cool water, Shikamaru in his arms. "Can you move your arms yet?" he questioned.

Wincing in pain, the younger nin gave an experimental wave of his arms under water. "I can," he choked out, fighting a whimper of pain. "But very slowly, and it still hurts like a mother fucker." He glared when the Inuzuka laughed, but realized it wasn't at his pain but at his phrasing. Normally he wasn't one to swear. Smirking, he wrapped his arms lightly around friends' body, resting on the available shoulder. "Thanks again for taking care of me," he said lightly. "You know, I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you, so thank you."

A blush crept onto the embarrassed Inuzuka's face. "Don't mention it," came his gruff reply.

"No, really, it means a lot that you're doing this." Shikamaru felt his own cheeks flush, and took comfort in the fact that due to the fever, Kiba probably wouldn't be able to tell.

"Would you not have done the same?" the older teen asked, genuinely curious.

The younger nin smiled into the tan skin. "I suppose you're right," he agreed. "I would have - any of our friends would have, though I have to say I'm a little happier this happened with you and not some of the others." He chuckled to himself at the thought of some of their friends being stuck with the care of another. They were all nice enough, but sometimes they were a little over the top. "Can you imagine if I was here with Lee or Naruto?"

"What about Shino or Neji?" Kiba added with his own broad grin.

There was silence for about ten seconds before both teens burst into hysterical laughter. The idea of any of their male friends playing nurse was just too funny a mental image. Tears of mirth were running down the canine trainers' face as he struggled to focus on keeping Shikamaru's head above water.

They spent the day floating in the water and lolling about on the grassy bank. Kiba kept a close eye on his injured friend, always jumping to his aid when the other boy was in pain, or taking him into the water if he was too hot.

Later in the evening, Kiba caught more fish and cooked them over a fire. The process of feeding them both began again when the humiliated Nara discovered he still couldn't do it for himself. Normally one would think the lazy chunin would love lying around and being fed, but he detested being useless and helpless.

As the sun set, Kiba carried his worn-out friend back to their cave, and curled up on the floor under the blanket. Kiba appeared to fall asleep right away, drained from taking care of the injured nin. The task a lot harder than he thought it would be. It was like living for two people.

Shikamaru lay awake, unable to sleep as his fever raged. After a bit of a struggle, he managed to roll onto his side to face Kiba. He watched the Inuzuka. The tan skin appeared washed out in the pale moonlight filtering in through the mouth of the cave. Unable to resist the call, he reached out and stroked his friends' cheek, tracing the red triangle tattoos of the Inuzuka clan with the tip of his finger. To him, the older nin appeared innocent and relaxed, and he came to the conclusion that the hyperactive shinobi was quite cute when he slept. The fingers continued their exploration, sliding down the strong jaw line and slowly making their way down the soft curve of the neck. He paused only a moment when the sleeping mans breathing changed, biting his lower lip, but it evened out again, and he continued.

The supposed sleeping boy was actually quite awake. He had only closed his eyes to rest for a moment, wanting to stay awake until his injured comrade had fallen asleep just like the night before, but now he kept them closed out of sheer curiosity. He felt the too warm hand move lower, the fingers agonizingly soft and teasing against his skin, tracing his collar bone and defined pecs. Moving lower, the thin fingers outlined his well sculpted body, circling each muscle of his hard abdomen. The movements were driving Kiba insane as he wondered just what the Nara was playing at. The hand splayed out, resting on his chest as the body it belonged to shifted again beside him, pressing closer.

"Kiba..." The shadow user whispered, resting his burning cheek against the others' chest, right next to his hand. "Please don't leave me." As he drifted off to sleep in the arms of his friend, he swore he could hear Kiba whisper 'never'.

The older nin cracked an eye. Seeing Shikamaru was finally asleep, he stealthily reached down and adjusted his now throbbing erection so it wasn't as uncomfortable. "Fuck."

Cold hands ran over his body, touching him in places he never wanted her to see. Pinned to the cave floor, he struggled against his captor.

"Come on pretty boy, I just want a bit of fun." The voice echoed through his mind, mocking him.

Her mouth covered his, biting his lower lip, drawing blood. She moved down his neck, nipping hard at his soft skin and more blood trickled down his neck.

"You're so sexy, and you're all mine, you'll always be mine. Nobody else will ever want a filthy little whore like you." He tried to scream, to tell her it wasn't true, it couldn't be true, but no noise came out.

Her hands were everywhere, he couldn't escape. He couldn't breathe. She bit his left nipple drawing a scream from his lips. Hands moved lower and lower, touching his most private areas. Her evil cackle rang in his ears as she stroked him and two dry fingers were...

It was early morning when Shikamaru woke to a terrifying cry echoing around him. It took him a few moments to realize the anguished cry was coming from him. His nightmare had seemed so real, as if she had been there in the cave. The woman was haunting him, stuck in his mind on repeat.

He tried to sit up but his body screamed in protest. "Kiba?" he called, realizing the warm body was missing from his side. He looked around, but the dog nin wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"KIBA!"

Shikamaru panicked at the loss of the Inuzuka, his protection and comfort. The dog nin had promised he would never leave him, but now he was gone. Under normal circumstances Shikamaru may have thought logically and realized the other teen was simply doing a sweep of the area, or needed to take a leak, but in his unstable and slightly broken mind, Kiba had abandoned him, and now he was alone.

"KIBA!"

He forced his body to sit, ignoring the pain coursing through his limbs. His body objected to the damaging movement as he stood, shaking violently as he struggled. Stumbling, his knee connected with the stone floor.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A few of the healing scars ripped open, but he ignored them and pushed off the ground, willing his body to move.

"KIBA!"

Making it just outside the cave entrance his body finally gave way, unable to function any longer under the strenuous activity forced upon it. Ridiculous ideas of them coming back for him ran through his mind as he plummeted to the ground.

He didn't want to be alone.

A noise in the woods had woken the dog nin about half an hour ago. He'd carefully detached himself from the clinging arms of his friend, making sure he didn't wake before he snuck out the entrance.

He carefully crept through the still and silent woods only to find the noise to be a couple of squirrels fighting over a stash of acorns. The dog nin chuckled to himself watching the entertaining spectacle, one he thought only happened in cartoons.

The still night air was pierced by a guttural scream emanating from the cave he had vacated not too long ago. "Shika," he breathed, dark slitted eyes widening in horror.

He ran, pushing his body to its limit. The terrified cries of his name echoing in his ears, making his blood run cold. He made it into the clearing to see the Nara fall, rushing forward to catch the nin just before he hit the ground. "Shika!"

"You promised you'd never leave," the Nara rasped out, panting hard from over exertion.

"I didn't leave," Kiba soothed, stroking the dark hair, and rocking the shivering body. "I'm still here."

"You were gone," the hysterical teen accused. "I was alone. My dreams... she was in my dreams." The Nara genius was sobbing uncontrollably, retreating into himself. "She was hurting me," he continued, talking to himself and forgetting the Inuzuka's presence. "Her hands we're everywhere. I couldn't move. I couldn't get away."

Pulling the shaking boy into his chest, Kiba whispered what he hoped were comforting words. As much as they had joked earlier that he was a better choice than most of their friends, Kiba was still clueless when dealing with another person during a psychological break down. "It was just a dream, she's not here. She's dead. I promise no one will ever hurt you like that again."

The sobbing stopped abruptly, and looking down Kiba realized Shikamaru had passed out from the pain. He closed his eyes, hugging the boy tightly as he inhaled the night air only to have his eyes shoot open. He could smell blood. "You stupid genius," he cursed, carefully placing the broken teen back on the floor of the cave. He dug through the pack, extracting the last of the clean bandages. "I sure hope help arrives soon."

He leaned against the wall and pulled the unconscious boy up to lean back against his chest. "Shika, don't ever scare me like that again," he chided uselessly. Pulling the blanket over them, he wrapped his arms around the thin teen, letting Shikamaru's soft breathing lull him to sleep. "Never again," he mumbled.

"Kiba-kun?"

The Inuzuka bolted upright, taking most of the blanket with him. Thankfully the sleeping boy beside him groaned and muttered something about being cold, but didn't wake.

"H-Hinata-chan!"

Hows that for cuteness? Like Shika molesting what he thought was an unsuspecting Kiba? More where that came from, just you wait.

Hope you're all enjoying the rewrite, don't forget to check out my other works, they're actually better than this story.

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