𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 || 𝐾𝑖𝑏𝑎𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑢

Chapter 40 🌥🌼

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I stayed in the bathroom for a bit more whilst crying and feeling sorry for myself about just what had I gotten myself into to the point that I couldn't see just how big of a picture this whole thing was.

It pained my heart to think that because of me Kiba was conditioning himself to do things that he wouldn't normally do, all because he wanted me to believe he was doing fine, when in reality he's probably doing worse than me.

Who am I kidding? He is doing worse than I am, and if he hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known.

He probably didn't even sleep anywhere near Kankuro yesterday, but there I was thinking that they had slept together all because of one stupid hickey on his neck.

What am I doing with my life right now?

When did it all become so complicated?

"Naruto?" I heard as someone knocked at the door. "Are you in there?"

It was Kiba.

"Ah, just a second." I panicked as I got up from the ground and frantically searched around to think of a different reason as to why I had been in here so long.

I turned on the sink and went over to the toilet to flush it and then I sprayed some air freshener in the room that had this beautiful autumn floral scent.

Ino's family really enjoyed florals.

After that I turned off the tap and dried my hands before walking over to the door and opening it.

"Haha sorry I had to let one go and it was fighting for dear life." I lied.

Kiba looked at me while pursing his lips and giving me a nod in understanding. I don't even know why I did that as it didn't even make a lot of sense, but I didn't really have any better excuses here.

"Um, so I'll let you use the bathroom then." I announced before trying to move past him, but he just stood in my way.

"..."

"Kib-"

"I didn't come here to use the bathroom. I actually came here too...check up on you." He revealed before opening the door wider and walking inside the room with one hand in his pocket and a beer in the other.

"Check up on me?" I asked.

"Yeah, the others were saying you were taking too long and Gaara opted to come look for you, but I told him I'd do it." He replied as he walked into the center of the room slowly.

"Oh, well I'm fine. I just lost track of time-"

"Don't give me that." He stated.

"What?"

"I said don't give me that. That, I'm fine bullshit, I don't like it." He repeated, gazing at me from over his shoulder before turning his back to me.

"..."

"Especially when it isn't true."

"..."

"Since yesterday... I knew you weren't behaving the way you wanted too. You held back and just watched everything unfold the way it did." He continued as he swayed with his steps and slurred some of his words.

Was he drunk?

"No matter how much I try to convince you that you can always talk to me and that you never ask me enough questions, you never actually consider it and keep everything to yourself and come up with your own answers."