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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WEEKS passed.
Autumn had announced its final goodbye for the year before people could even grasp the fact that it was steadily progressing into winter. Days had grown colder, the nights longer. The weather was persistent with its bleak grey canvas, and could be - at best - described as dull. Once pleasantly warm degrees had fallen uninterruptedly low, in correspondence to the fresh layer of snow to cover the rooftops and busy sidewalks of the thriving city underneath.
On one December morning, a particular brunet stood on his balcony; brooding. He watched as that same blanket of snow turned muddy underneath the numerous boots to pass below. Quite a few pairs were well-worn and broken into, much like his own. A smaller amount were highly-fashionable, and uncomfortable-looking, like those of his ex-girlfriend's. Either way, they all left the same trail behind them. Dirty slush.
Dark brows pulled together at the sharp cold to linger on the male's palms the moment he rested both against the railing of the balcony. Kiba dusted off the icy snowflakes from the wood with one tired hand. Exhaled deeply, and searched for the half-empty packet of cigarettes which lay nestled deep somewhere inside the pocket of his thick jacket.
He had tried to quit. However, today called for a respectful dose of nicotine to settle itself inside his lungs.
Finally lighting up a cigarette, he eyed the thin string of smoke to spiral past his parted lips. Stared as it vanished into thin air and warm puffs of breath a moment later. Kiba cherished the small comfort the nicotine brought, and inhaled it deeply as if it were made of gold. The chilly gust of wind to bite into his face made him frown, despite that it wasn't the only reason for the melancholy he felt.
Something was wrong.
No matter how hard he tried, Kiba could not place a finger on its exact origin. In the early hours of that Monday morning, the perplexed Inuzuka had stirred awake with a bitter taste in his mouth, and with every inch of his tan skin drenched in cold sweat.
Brushing his teeth did not help getting rid of the taste. The minty-green mouthwash he had poured down his throat right after, wasn't doing the trick either. The bitterness was unnervingly persistent, but at least the shower he had taken helped with the uncomfortable tingle to linger on his skin, if anything else.
Accompanied with that nasty feeling inside his gut; Kiba continued to smoke. He dreaded feeling this way on an important day such as this one.
Court day.
He loved his job more than anything; had poured his sweat, blood and tears into the position he finally held. Still, Kiba absolutely despised the days he was forced to go to court.
Ceaseless trials. Bothersome paperwork that never seemed to reach its end. And most importantly - thepress. Dozens of cameras pointed directly into his face. An even larger number of microphones. Reporters throwing questions one after the other; overwhelming him with their wide open eyes and hungry stares.
