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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- TAMAKI -
HE comes home sooner than he said he would.
The little click! to resonate from the front door makes me look up from my steaming cup of tea that I've been sipping in the living room. I feel almost thrilled in a way because he's home early for once. Just the sound of his voice turns me eager as I listen to the soft coos he now gives to Akamaru when the canine frantically skids down the hallway to greet him.
I'm really looking forward to the movie marathon Kiba's promised me for tonight. It's been ages since we've had our last one, and so I can barely wait to curl up on the couch with him and fight over a giant bowl of popcorn in the exact way we used to do back in our college days.
It had been our first date - a movie night. Kiba isn't a swooning romantic; never was, but he did try extra hard back then. As far as twenty-year-old men can try, that is.
Despite him being a rather rowdy troublemaker who's never had any problem hooking up with girls, I had been surprised to find out that he was sweating bullets just at the mere thought of trying to hold my hand. Kiba - the charmer who could have gotten any girl he wished into bed; getting nervous around me.
It took me a while to figure it out. He had been tense, because he respected me; unlike those dumb bimbos he loved to chase after all the time. And because of it, I just knew that he was the one.
He always had been the one for me. As close as I could get to a soulmate.
"Tam?" he calls out my name from down the hall now, pulling me from my little daydream. From the drawl in his voice, I can tell that he's tired.
"Yeah?" I reply, already pulling myself up to my feet with a pushy grin. Considering how eager I am to see him, I meet him halfway in the kitchen. "Did you manage to help out Naruto with the-..."
As soon as my eyes land on him, the excited bounce in my footstep comes to a sudden halt, as do my words which fade out into eerie silence. Kiba stands there - as silent as I am now. He looks at me with those worried, honey-brown eyes, his face a shade of beet red. His cheeks are so red that I can nearly imagine how hot the skin would feel, if I were to press my palms against them.
However, the ferocious blush isn't the deciding factor that truly captures my attention. No, I'm more puzzled by his unruly hair, which is even messier than usual, and...
The vivid, violet bruise to adorn his neck now.
I simply cannot tear my eyes away from the painful-looking thing. It is indeed practically screaming at me to look at it - to keep staring at it. God, what happened to him?
"Kiba...?" is all I manage, no matter that my mind begins to storm with a million different questions all at once.
"Hey..." he mutters, the tone apologetic; cautious, "I have something to tell you, Tam. I think it's better if you sit down."
