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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I practically run towards the car when he texts me that he's here.
The smile which insists on remaining plastered on my lips is so wide, that it's making my cheeks hurt as I skip down the staircase of my apartment building. I am just so tremendously excited for tonight. And can you blame me? It is my first time going out on an actual date, after all.
I've spent twenty-three years roaming this very Earth - fifteen of those waiting on my other half. I've since lost count of how many people have tried to change my mind throughout that lonesome period; have tried to persuade me into letting go of the dream of a perfect kind of love.
But, when my eyes connect with Kiba's own that evening, I realise that he was worth the wait. He was - and still is - worth every single second that I've spent alone; each passing year that I've spent avoiding the comfort and affection only another soul could have brought.
I just can't stop staring at him. I know that he's told me that he was going to clean up and dress nice, but I still can't stop my rather obvious gawking. The crisp burgundy button-up he's put on hugs the broadness of his shoulders, and compliments his tan skin so attractively that it's practically making my mouth water. Red is definitely his colour.
He looks so clean-cut and tidy, but has still managed to keep that rugged look that I love so much about him by rolling up the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. The intricate tattoos are right there in plain sight; along with the wristwatch on his right wrist.
His dark, chestnut hair is still unruly as ever, but in a good way. In such a good way that it sparks an urge within me to run my fingers through it, and keep running them until he'd start to purr against my hand like a little kitty would. God, I am so hopelessly in love with him.
"Hello there, gorgeous," he says, and nearly blinds me with that crooked grin of his that makes my legs feel weak, "What do you think, eh? Am I dashing, or what?" Am I really that obvious?
"Handsome," is all I manage bashfully, because I can't think of a better word to describe a God. He just snickers as he pats the passenger seat. I am more than eager to oblige to his wishes. Anything for him.
"No Sasuke and Ino?" he asks as I hop inside the car.
"No, they've managed to catch the six o'clock train," I say, fastening my seat belt, "It's just us."
"Oh, I thought I'd give them a ride home before we go, but that's alright," he says, starting the car. As the engine whirs to life, he muses, "Even better if it's just us though, mm? More fun that way." I try not to blush at the suggestive tone he uses. And fail.
"Yep," is all I am able to let out again. My heart is beating so fast, especially because I know that he can sense that I'm nervous. It's the reason why he doesn't bother to ask, after all. It'd just cause me to spiral, anyway. I appreciate it.
