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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HE smoked until she was gone.
Only when he was absolutely sure that Tamaki had left, did Kiba finally venture back inside his apartment from the balcony.
He carefully picked up the larger pieces of glass with his fingers, and swept up the smaller ones into the dustpan before tossing it all away into the trash can. Mopped up the water he had spilt with a dishcloth. And after that; Kiba just sat there on the warm floorboards - with his back pressed against one of the base kitchen cabinets, and his knees pulled up to his chest, whilst lazily sipping on a bottle of beer, because he thought it'd help.
It didn't.
The troubled male did not know what to think. He was still angry; the fire within him provoked and kindled. He could not stop his pulse from quickening whenever he thought about the vicious words to come from his ex-lover. A 'whore', she had called him. Filthy. Just like his father and a damn near copy. His brows furrowed tightly together as he rubbed his temple. One enervated groan resonated throughout the cosy apartment. His already spoiled mood worsened, the more he thought about it.
Watching the white canine that had kept him company during his moment of distress, Kiba said, "I'm sorry you had to see all of that, boy." Akamaru's tail wagged in response as he placed one heavy paw upon his owner's thigh. He scratched Kiba's jeans with blunt claws, then; demanding headpats.
"Yeah, yeah. Hah." Kiba chuckled in reply, even though it was forced. He took another sip of his beer before placing the bottle down next to his side and started to pet the dog's head with both rough hands. Puckered up its little mushy face, and flattened its ears underneath both palms. Softly cooed at it, just like he did all those years ago; when the beast was nothing more but a little pup.
"I'm not that bad of a person... Right, Akamaru?" he sighed after a while, weary honey eyes connecting with the canine's as if expecting an answer, "I mean, sure, I'm a little bit rough around the edges, and all that... But, I deserve to be happy, too. Right?"
'No, you don't. You're rotten. Rotten to the core.'
Akamaru's whimper of concern was cut short by the sound of the doorbell.
"Just a minute."
Frantic knocking followed in response. A worried thud of a fist much smaller than his own; banging against the wood repeatedly. Kiba picked himself up from the warm floorboards. Dusted off his jeans from imaginary dust, and reached the front door in a couple of lazy strides, accompanied by the excited canine that already seemed to know who was waiting on the other side.
He opened the door, but before he could even manage taking another breath - he was swept up into an embrace so tight, that it nearly knocked the air out of his lungs. Kiba almost stumbled back and tripped from the sheer force of the sudden collision, but luckily held his balance the last second.
