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 awoke with a jolt.
It took a moment for the amber to replace the white in his eyes as they finally unrolled from the back of his head and settled into reality with rapid flickering. The appalled consciousness he owned clicked into place with somewhat of a protest at the persistent affliction to come from the lack of painkillers in his system.
Pushing himself from the uncomfortable mattress, the groan to slip past his lips was hushed from the ache the movement invoked. It made him furrow his brows tightly together.
The nightmare-induced dread to spider-walk across his neck hastened down between his shoulder blades and latched itself to his spine with grisly, itsy-bitsy claws, now. As if it were rushing into hiding from the disgust he felt churning inside his stomach; like an insect scattering to safety underneath a hefty rock. Beneath the drenched cotton of the t-shirt that clung to his heaving chest, he felt his heartbeat hammer with such erratic force that it had started to hurt.
Kiba grabbed the collar with a clammy hand, paying barely enough mind to not disturb the bandages whilst doing so. He wiped the sweat to thickly coat his forehead, and cringed at the edged smell of the hospital to fill his nose. Every inch of his tan skin was soaked in cold sweat. He felt sticky all over, and absolutely filthy from terror.
"It's okay... You're okay." A soft voice shakily reassured him over the sounds of his heavy panting. Made him look up from the collar, only to spot the owner of the measly reassurance. His soulmate sat curled up in the chair next to his bed that Hana was residing in when he woke up for the first time. Staring at him with worried eyes now, the expression on her face was a calm facade of badly-hidden concern.
"You're okay," y/n repeated as he continued to gawk at her. As if attempting to convince herself, instead of him. Her voice had cracked when she spoke. Like she had been crying for hours.
"Sorry... Bad dream." Kiba let out. His lips felt numb. How much time had passed since the exhaustion had managed to lull him into a fitful sleep? Judging from the sliver of pink-accented sky in the window behind her, it was at least dawn. So, about three to four hours after Hana and his mother had left. Even Naruto was persuaded to go home. They were alone in the room.
Speaking of Naruto, the Uzumaki had managed to fill in the blanks which Kiba's mother and sister couldn't provide. The man he had shot dead in front of the courthouse on national television, turned out to be the victim's boyfriend.
The whole situation - a vendetta aimed towards the poor girl's brother, in order to bring self-proclaimed justice for her murder. Naruto did not have to do much digging to find out that the male was a part of the same drug ring as the perp they had arrested. No wonder he had no trouble spitting out more than one bullet. Striking down a cop or two along the way was deemed as nothing but a plus in the eyes of a criminal.
At least the damn fucker they were supposed to take to trial had survived. He had ended up a bit bruised up from the forceful shove Kiba had given him to get to Naruto, but he was breathing and most importantly - alive. His survival would lessen the media crisis that was bound to happen. If it didn't happen already.
