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 never complained about how hard the work was.
He helped Tamaki and obliged to everything his ex-girlfriend demanded. Took whatever thing she handed him, and packed it as neatly as he could. Taped the cardboard boxes shut. Scribbled his messy handwriting on top of them. Organized said boxes. Picked them up and carried them all down the stairs, right to her car a million consecutive times. Kept his mouth shut, no matter that he was fed-up and tired of it all already.
Kiba had even thrown a blind eye towards the pained expression to show on Tamaki's face through the tight facade she had plastered on. He acted ignorant when it came to her troubled sighing and murmurs full of ache as their shared home slowly transfigured into one which would only belong to him soon. All remnants of her - vanishing further with every ceaseless trip he took down the narrow staircase.
It was the least he could do.
He didn't look her in the eye as they ate the measly lunch he had picked up to-go at a nearby restaurant that afternoon. No, he just sat on the chair across her own at the dining table; chewing his lousy food in order to have something to do, despite not feeling hungry at all. Kiba didn't share a laugh with Tamaki. Didn't smile. Just sat there and chewed, like a machine programmed to do only that and nothing else.
The silence was deafening.
"How was your day?" Tamaki spoke first after minutes that seemed like ages to him.
"Good," Kiba replied drily. He didn't even look up at her. Just chewed. Every bite he swallowed was uncomfortable and scratchy to go down his throat.
"That's nice," she said, knuckles tightening around the fork. Stark white. The rowdy Inuzuka preferred the silence all of a sudden.
"Mhm."
"So, what did you do today?" Tamaki asked, relentless at pushing away the awkward quiet between them. Her brown eyes fell hard and cold when they landed onto the reddish-violet love bite adorning his neck. Like he wore it just to spite her.
"Just... Stuff." he drawled. Her. He did her - his soulmate.
The eerie quiet fell upon the newly-formed foes once more. Ensued, too. Kiba tried to disregard the cold sweat to wash over him. Knew his ex-lover for too long to just dismiss the warning signs in her body language. He knew that Tamaki was irked by the subtle tick of her jaw; the squared-up shoulders. Right underneath the surface of her petite form - a furious vengeance blazed. One which he greatly tried to avoid from unleashing.
"Aren't you going to ask how my day was, Kiba?" Tamaki spoke, her tone sharp. She had even used his name. Red, red, red.
"Sorry," he mumbled in reply, picking at his food with disinterest, "How was your day, Tamaki?" Like she had just put a command into his damn programme, and hit enter.
