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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SHE ran her fingers through his hair.
Numerous comforting strokes journeyed their way through Kiba's rich locks with precise intent. Ones that reached the back of his head then, and rested there for a brief moment - only for a second. He allowed for her fingers to dig deep into the lush chestnut as she grabbed a fistful, and tugged. Affectionately; lovingly. The touch sent a shiver down his spine, but he'd never tell.
Kiba groaned at the sensation. Fought back a tired sniffle.
"I'm sorry," he repeated the apology like a feeble chant to her. The wildfire within his heart had finally given out. Nothing but embers remained.
"It's okay," y/n said, even though it was far from all right - to him, at least.
"I love you." he croaked out again. The depth of his voice broke, the sound making him cringe. Like nails scratching against the blackboard.
His upper lip quivered from another jolt of hurt to pierce through him when she slowly crouched down to kneel in front of him. Both of her hands felt cool to the touch from how hot his skin burned when she caressed his face. y/n wiped away his tears, but with it only formed a free path for the new ones to follow.
"I love you too," She didn't smile. Just stared at him with that uncharacteristically solemn expression, which he sure as hell wasn't used to. So, that he would know that she really meant it. That she truly did love him; no matter the deceiving mirage that fate had cast down upon them both.
She loved him; flaws, and all.
Kiba parted his lips. Attempted to say something in return, but refrained from doing it, because of the painful lump that had jammed itself inside his throat now. He tried to calm down, however every breath he took came in sharp, unrhythmic gasps. His vision turned blurry again. Choking back a pained little sob that made his shoulders shake, his face twisted from his weak attempt of fighting back the tears.
"Hey, it's okay... It's okay." she comforted him now, like he was nothing more but a frightened doe, unfortunate enough to have gotten itself stuck in a bear trap, "Let it all out, if it makes you feel better."
Kiba listened. Cried. Wept like a baby, because he was hurt. Sensitive, confused, upset - insulted. Tamaki had been so unkind. She had hurled curses at his surface, but struck right into the raw portion of his nerves, unknowingly. Rubbed bitter salt into the wound right after, and set it on fire just for good measure.
It hurt so bad. The ache made his head swim, and forced his heavy thoughts to sink to the bottom like rusted anchors. Made him see red, white and black behind trembling eyelids in quick, repetitive flashes whenever he squeezed his eyes shut.
He didn't know what to do. Felt entirely clueless if it was a good thing to release the burden inside, or not. It only served as a reminder of just how abundantly he despised being left in the dark. Kiba wanted to outright disappear; then and there. Fade into nothing. Drop dead. Anything to escape this terrible feeling of incertitude which made him feel so empty inside, that even his bones felt hollow.
