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Bitter Green	By : SSShitstorm Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N : Believe it or not, I'm NOT procrastinating on my other fics! This was actually a request! *shine* A request that I totally forgot about and feel really really bad about now .

Anyways, yes, this will be a multi-chapter. Not sure how long. I decided to dive right into the fluff/smut but that may or may not have an impact on the length of the entire story. *shrug*
Rates and Reviews are loved.

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”Scritch Scritch Scritch”

“Snap!”

“Scritch Scritch Scritch”

“Snap!”

“Scritch Scritch Scr-”

“Snap! Snap!”

“Three down, millions and millions to go” you sigh from behind your book, reaching you your spare hand to stroke the underside of one of the tiny venus fly traps you'd planted around yourself. Pinpricks of it feeding off your chakra, pulling it through your pores.

It seems to grin at you as it moves and flutters slightly from your chakra pulses. You can't help but smirk.

“Scritch Scritch”

“Snap! Snap!”

The sound was almost relaxing. You rest your head against the base of the tree you'd propped yourself against, closing your eyes for a moment.

“Scritch Scritch”

“Snap!”

Almost like music. Like a battle anthem. A symphony of pestilence. Every snap closing to eliminating the never-ending slew of enemy bugs. Gross, creepy, slimy, disgusting bugs. You fail to stifle a shudder at the thought.

“Scritch”

“Snap”

“STOMP”

You raise an eyebrow, but grit your teeth when Shino lifts his foot, unveiling a very crushed, very DEAD flytrap.

“Can I HELP you?” you snarl, eye twitching.

“Yes.” the taller, darker, decidedly more asshole-ish ninja replies

You wait for him to finish but thirty uncomfortable seconds of silence later you figure he already did

“And just how may I do that?” you clamp your botany textbook shut with your spare hand, glaring. Dark sunglasses glint back, conveying about as much emotion as a stump Typical Aburame behavior, so very, very expressive.

“I'd like you to stop.”

You blow out a breath, prodding the soil around the crushed plant with your fingers, trying to pump chakra into it's roots. No such luck.

“Stop WHAT?” you snap, finally in anger uprooting the plant and chucking it over your shoulder.

“Stop killing my beetles.”

“Why should I?” you sneer, slowly getting to your feet. Any amount of studying was a moot point now.
“You keep killing my plants.”

“I wouldn't if you'd stop them from eating my beetles”

“Then stop your beetles from being so creepy. And crawly.” you feel a chill running up your spine. Just looking at him now you could see the movement beneath his sleeves, thousands of chakra beetles crawling up and down his arms, inside and out of his body. With their beady eyes and tiny pointy legs and wriggle antennae and- you bring your train of thought to a screeching halt as your stomach does flip flops.

Ugh

“They're bugs Shino deadpans. “They're supposed to be that way.”

“I don't care!” you blurt out, red flush creeping over your face in anger “I -”

*Thunk

You blink, and wonder why Shino is now white. And fluffy, and licking you all over and-

“St-stop!” you whine, attempting to push the enthusiastic canine off of you, though failing to hide a shit-eating grin at Kiba's obvious dismay at his dog's behavior as he walks slowly to within your line of sight.

“Down, Akamaru” he shoots a sideways smirk in your direction. “Sorry, no matter how much I train him, he's still got terrible taste in women.”

“Still better than yours.” you narrow your eyes. “I heard the night you dumped Ino you woke up in front of Konoha Hospital. And she's the one that left you there.”

“Cold, Zassō-chan, cold.” Kiba mutters, turning his head in disgust. “ At least I've had a relationship. Or two. Or three.” he barks. Or laughs. You've never really been able to tell the difference between the two with him.

“By the way, how's that thing with Sai going?”

“What thing?!” you spit back, furiously fighting back a blush. “I never, I don't even-”

“Exactly” he smirks, fangs visible.

Asshole. You finally manage to scramble to your feet. “What the hell are you doing here so late anyways? And where's Hinata? And Kurenai Sensei?”

“Kurenai has a mission with her jounin squad. Hinata has some sort of clan duty, and you can blame my sister for keeping me this morning.” Kiba replies offhandedly, scratching the back of his head. “Apparently the reason Akamaru's been so sluggish lately is fleas. Lots of them.”

Wait. Wasn't Akamaru just all over you? So that means-

“FUCK!” you blurt out patting yourself down, running your fingers through your hair. “Fuck fuck FUCK!”

“They're just fleas.” Shino states calmly. “It's not like they're poisonous or anything.”

“JUST FLEAS?!” you snarl, frantically unzipping your jacket and throwing it over your shoulder. “Fleas have six legs. Fleas have compound eyes. Fleas are BUGS! Bugs are creepy as shit and so are people that have them all over their insides!”

“Zasso, would you lay off for once?” Kiba raises an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side.”It stopped being funny at least three years ago.”

“It wasn't SUPPOSED to be funny.” you growl, still patting yourself down furiously in search of anything of the “creepy or crawly” variety.

“I'm serious.” the drop in Kiba's tone catches you off guard, and you stop cold. He doesn't sound like Kiba, he sounds like-

“It's getting old. Fast. And I've just been too polite to say anything about it, but you've been kinda a dick. For as long as I've known you.”

-Angry Kiba. Great. Angry flea-ridden dog boy was never a good thing. Actually, angry team-mate in general wasn't a good thing. Not that it happened often, what with your female counterpart having the personality of a wet sponge and Shino generally being Shino, but If there was one thing Kiba was good at, it was bitchfits (no pun intended). And given that you had no mission, and Kurenai-sensei wasn't around to break you two up, you figured you were in for a long haul.

“-been nasty to him since academy days and-” oh god he's still talking. And you hadn't been paying attention. Great.

“MY POINT BEING-” you snap your head back up. Brow furrowed, teeth almost barred in a half-snarl. “You weren't even paying attention, were you?”

“Oh sorry sensei, didn't know I was supposed to be taking notes.” you sneer.

“Maybe if you'd actually DONE that you'd have your OWN team instead of riding OUR team's ass!”

Your eyes widen. “W-what?”

“Kiba. . .” Shino cautions, taking a step forward.

“You know as well as I do, the only reason we got a fifth-wheel for a teammate is because your grades were so close to failing the only way they could pass you was dropping you off on us.” black eyes narrow, face just slightly twisted in anger. “From day ONE all you've done is pick on Shino, bitch and moan and throw your useless plant jutsus around and drag us down. You're lucky you ever graduated at all.”

Kiba leans down, face level with yours. You feel yourself shaking in rage.

“You're a grade a cu-”

THWACK

Before he can finish his insult, you've punched him in the stomach so hard he's doubled over.

“If you hated me so much Kiba, you should've said so from the beginning.”

You get to your feet, blinking back angry tears as hard as you can.

“I won't waste any more of your precious time, dog breath.” you mutter, turn on heel and walking back into the forest. Once the boys are out of sight, you break into a run.

Faster, harder, higher, anything to hold the tears back.

“Asshole.”

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“Gwah-huh-” Kiba groans, clutching his midsection. “S-stupid bitch.”

“That wasn't really nessisary.”

Through the stars and his pain-hazed vision, he cranes his neck to meet the Aburame. He frowns.

“She had it coming.” he snarls

“You should apologize.”

“ME?” Apologize for WHAT?!” Kiba spits. “SHE attacked ME!”

“You provoked her.”

“She was making fun of you!. She HAS been for years!”

For a moment, Shino says nothing. Kiba feels slightly uncomfortable.

“She's probably covering up for an actual phobia.” another pause. “At least that's the impression I always got. She might not want me to know that she's actually afraid.”

“But-”

“Kiba,” Shino sighs quietly. “If it had bothered me, I would've asked her to stop a long time ago.”

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It was raining.

Not that it really mattered. It was always far too hot in the greenhouse under direct sunlight. The heavy droplets drumming down over the glass roof was relaxing.

You lean your head back against a particularly large pitcher plant, the pliable leaves were comfortable, perfect cushions. Normally pitcher plants of this size were dangerous, potentially fatal if a unsuspecting ninja, or god forbid, a civilian wandered too near, the charkra-infused fertilizer giving the plants unnatural, swift, but ultimately brief bouts of movement. One wrong move and the plant would engulf them, turning them into acid within a number of minutes.

Thankfully, due to the Kurama clan's specific chakra signature, the plants, in a sense, knew better. One still had to be wary of some of the more mobile species siphoning off chakra without them knowing (it wasn't all too uncommon to find a relative unconscious on the greenhouse floor) But seeing as you hadn't expended any chakra all day, you were safe, for now.

You sigh heavily, peering up through the translucent cealing. Almost nightfall. And absolutely nothing accomplished today, thanks to dog-breath. Jackass.

You frown, biting your lower lip, and pull your legs up against your chest, suddenly feeling very, very tired.

“He's right, you know” the though nags at the back of your head. “Kurama have no place in a tracking type team, and you were a shitty enough ninja as is.”

You bury your face in your knees. Maybe you should talk to Tsunade. Make an honest-to-god effort to get reassigned to a trap/capture type team. Or hell, hand in your headband. Not like you were ninja material anyways.

“SLAM*

“Zasso-chan?”

Your heart jumps. Kiba? REALLY? Hwo the hell did he find you?

More importantly, you realize with dawning tepadition, how was he going to avoid being killed and or eaten by the chakra monster plants surrounding him?

Oh wait, he wasn't.

Shit.

Summoning all of your willpower to push aside how much of a grade-A-dick he'd been earlier, you jump to your feet and go tearing across the greenhouse. Nearly two miles long and having no identifiable pathways, you could afford to loose any time sulking.

“Kiba?!” you shout as loud as you can. The reply is muffled, though from distance or from possible being on the INSIDE of a plant you couldn't tell.

You swallow hard. You could already feel the flora going awire from being exposed to the foreign chakra. Just a few more seconds. He's close, you can sense, him, smell him.

“Zasso- OOMPH”

No time for explaining, no time for convincing, and certainly no time for THINKING rationally, you plummet headfirst into the Inuzuka, tacking him from behind and pinning him hard to the floor with all your might.

“The FUCK?”

“Stay down!” you hiss through clenched teeth.

“Look, I know you're mad at me, but don't you think this is a little too physical?”

“I have to mask your chakra signature or you'll be dogmeat, alright?” you mutter under your breath. “Who the hell let you in anyway?”

“The guard was distracted.” he huffs. “He was slumped back in the chair and had a issue of “Ninja Centerfold” over his face. I think he fell asleep.”

“Typical Hiei.” you blow out a breath. “Either way, we need to get out of here, now.”

You (gently) pry yourself off of the Inuzuka boy, and usher him out the door as quietly as possible, but not before kicking your irresponsible (and apparently perverted) cousin awake.

“Alright” you exhale, avoiding eye contact. “What exactly was SO important that you broke into my clan's compound to tell me?”

“I just...uh..” he rubs the back of his head, suddenly looking rather sheepish. “I just wanted to say, um, to say that, er. . .”

“I'm waiting.”

“I'm sorry for all the crap I said.” he says finally, slouching over in a much more humbling position. “I just, you get annoying sometimes. But that's no excuse for how I acted. So, yeah. I'm sorry.”

You say nothing for a moment, straight faced, thin lipped, savoring everything that was apologetic Kiba, because you knew in all likelihood the chances of seeing it again were slim.

But then again, something about just how sorry he looked made your heart beat a little faster.

“It's fine.” you reply, turning your face away, biting your lip. “I mean I CAN be annoying sometimes.”

“So, apology accepted?” he looks up, hopeful.

“Yeah.” you smile warmly. Under one condition.”

He raises an eyebrow. “And that would be?”

“I think you know.” you let out a devious giggle. Kiba's eyes narrow.

“Oh hell no.”

“You let me keep Akamaru for the night.”

He crosses his arms. “No.”

“Why noooooot?” you plead. “You KNOW I've never had a pet, I just wanna give him a bath and cuddle with him for the night! It gets so lonely in my sect of the clan house!”

There's a pause, in witch Kiba assumes an expression that, try as you may, you cannot decipher.

That is, until a smirk forms over his lips, fangs visible.

“Akamaru can stay with you-”

“YAY!” You fist pump in excitement

“- If I get to come with him.”

Your heart jumps into your throat. You stare at him, slack jawed and wide eyed.

“WHAT?”

“Take it or leave it.”

Your mind races furiously. On one hand, you got to keep Akamaru, which was your life's aspiration ever since joining team 8.

On the other hand, you also got to keep Kiba. Annoying Kiba. Asshole Kiba. Might-possibly-have-creepy-crawly-fleas Kiba.

...Kinda sorta cute in a weird way Kiba.

Alright. It wasn't a crush. A crush is what Hinata had on Naruto, and you certainly didn't follow Kiba around the entire village without his knowing or use your kekkei-genkai in ways it was never meant to be used.

But it would be an outright lie to say nothing was there. Sure. He was obnoxious, he could (and often did) smell like wet canine and acted like one too, but you'd grown up with him, fought with him, because a better shinobi with him. And god help you if sometimes you wanted a little bit more.

You weigh your options again

One one hand, Kiba, while not perverted, is much more uninhibited in “certain aspects” and might try something.

On the other hand,

“Would it be that bad if he did?”

“Alright, fine.” you resign, trying desperately to hide obviously flushed cheeks. “It's a deal.”

He looks somewhat taken aback. “Whoah, really?”

“Yeah. Basement door, last on the left. I'll keep it unlocked. There's only one other person in the building, but try not to wake him up.”

“If he's the guy we ran into earlier, I don't think that'll be a problem. Kiba grins.

You try your hardest not to laugh. “Right then. Don't come any later than 10. The perimeters are guarded past then.” You turn on heel, headed back to your room.

“Zasso-chan?”

You feel a hand on your shoulder. You stop, and turn around.

He's level faced with you, eyes, narrowed, mouth set in a sly, slightly nervous grin.

“Yeah?” you squeak, blushing cherry red. You can feel his breath on your skin, dirty brown bangs against yours, foreheads nearly touching.

“I know we fight all the time. I know we get each other upset, piss each other off, but-”

Closer still, so close, eyes heavy lidded

I think that's exactly what I like about you. ”
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