In which twenty-eight-year-old detective Kiba Inuzuka, crosses paths with a girl who turns his once orderly life into pure chaos. After finding out that she is his soulmate; it spells nothing but 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞.
Warnings: infidelity, mature language...
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- KIBA -
MY heart is running away with my head.
Two very long days have passed ever since I have met the girl that is supposed to be my past, present and future. Whilst we're on the topic of my future; I am nowhere closer to finding a solution for the problem at hand. I suppose I feel a pang of guilt when I call her such a derogatory term - a problem, that is - however, she is just that.
I don't know what to do - simple as that. The rug has been swept from underneath my feet, and everything that I knew once, doesn't make any sense anymore. That makes me feel even worse. If there's anything I hate - it is being left in the dark. I can't even recognize myself anymore.
Perhaps, I should just go and see her. At this point, I'd do just about anything to make the pain inside my chest stop. Naruto was right - with each passing moment, it only grows worse.
Being away from her has turned me into a melancholic man who indulges in nothing but self-pity. By now, my best friend can just barely keep up with my bitterness. I can see how fed-up he is with me, and he has good reason for it;
I am absolutely dreadful to be around lately. Especially tonight - whilst we're both stuck sorting through another pile of paperwork the chief had left us that day. Naruto has decided to be a proper partner for once, and stay with me this time around. I know that he feels apologetic, and is trying his best to make it up to me.
As the clock strikes nine in the evening, I push the stack of papers away with a heavy sigh. I just feel so fucking tired all the time - no matter the hour. It doesn't make any difference how much caffeine I consume, nor the amount of sleep I manage to get - which is very little, by the way. I just cannot shake away the feeling of exhaustion.
I rest my cheek against the wood of the desk tiredly. Each breath I take feels like a punishment from God, at this point. And I'm not even a religious man.
"Are you gonna go see her?" Naruto asks the same question for the hundredth time that day, looking at me over the top edge of the paper he now holds in his hand.
It is the only thing he wants to talk about ever since I had told him about her. He keeps pushing me; trying to convince me to give in. I never realised just how damn pushy he tends to get if he sets his mind to something. I know he's worried about me, but it is just so very annoying.
"No," I reply, rubbing one eye with the back of my hand.
"Come on, man," he says, searching through the massive pile of documents to clutter his desk, "You look terrible."
"You've mentioned that today already." I sigh, lifting my gaze to look at him, "This is the twelfth time, I think."
"And I'm going to keep saying it until your stupid ass realises the point I'm trying to get across." he says, before snickering quietly.
"Mhm." is all I manage. I really don't have the energy to fight my case today.
Naruto looks at me, and I catch the subtle twitch of his mouth before he frowns. He takes a deep breath, and shakes his head lightly at me. I hate the pitiful look he gives me, now. The fact that he feels sorry for me is causing me to feel on edge.
"Just go see her, Kiba... I'll take care of the paperwork." he says, speaking with that careful tone he's been using with me for the last two days. He's treating me like I'm made of glass. I've had just about enough of it.
"Fine," I break the silence finally, pushing myself up to my feet. I ignore the way his eyes widen slightly at my answer.
"For real?" he asks, unable to hide the relief to lace his voice now.
"Yes," I mutter, gathering my stuff, "I feel like shit, and if you say that seeing her is going to make me feel better, then fine. I'll go check if she's at the diner."
"Attaboy." Naruto says, and I roll my eyes at the cheeky wink he sends my way. His grin is beaming. It makes me want to knock his teeth out.
"Aha." is all I say, heading towards the exit.
"Go get 'er, tiger!" he shouts after me, and the only reply I give to his cheers is a flash of my middle finger.
He's going to lose the enthusiasm when he realises how much paperwork he's still got to sort through.
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Fifteen minutes later, I park my car in front of the familiar building. Out of pure habit, I check myself out in the little rear-view mirror. Naruto was right; I really do look terrible.
I mean, it makes sense as I have barely gotten any sleep in the last three days, but still. If I thought of myself as a gremlin on the night I met her - then I'm a full-blown monster tonight. I look like the main character of a Tim Burton movie. Tired and sickly-looking.
With an inward groan, I exit the car. Akamaru isn't with me tonight either. I keep leaving him with Tamaki so that she feels less alone whilst I'm at work. Just the thought of her makes me cringe from the guilt. I have barely spoken with her these last few days, and as much as I do try to put on a happy facade for her - she is starting to suspect that something is wrong. I guess that it won't be too long until she asks me about it.
I do not know what I am going to say when she does. But that is a problem for another time.
Pushing the door open with a timid push, even the little chime of the bell announcing my arrival makes me antsy. I feel like such a coward, and it causes for sweat to gather on my palms, turning them clammy. I do not know why I am so anxious to see her again. Perhaps, I have nothing to worry about. Maybe she's not even here.
She is. I suppose I have fate to thank for that.
I can see her sitting on one of the bar stools, talking with her co-worker who is tending to the coffee machine as they speak. Just the sight of her makes my heart hammer inside my chest. She isn't wearing her uniform this time.
No, instead she's got a nice little summer dress on that makes me think of things I shouldn't be thinking about as a taken man. Her legs are neatly crossed over each other, and she sits nice and tidy. Like a proper girl. Guilt washes over me all over again, but I just can't tear my eyes away from her.
She is just so damn beautiful.
Her co-worker says something, and I see her lips break into a little grin. When she laughs, it is the sweetest sound I have ever heard in my life. But I can see that something is eating away at her.
Despite her adorable grin, it is incredibly fast to fade away when her friend turns his back to her. I watch as she pushes herself off the stool then. She bounces back onto her feet with ease before picking up her bag from the counter. And then - she turns.
And when her eyes connect with my own, I cannot help but fall in love.
