Connected

Death Awaits (Pt.1)

Kiba's POV
I looked down at her and her face was red as...well blood I guess. I could feel my heart beating fast. I don't why but looking at her flustered face and at her perfectly curvy body under me; made me realize she was so.....sexy.But not just that she was so beautiful too. I couldn't stop staring at her. I suddenly felt a punch hit my face that knocked me off of her.

"Kiba-Kun!" I hear her gentle voice call out to me. I look up and see the same boy from earlier but this time he looked ready to kill.

"What the fuck were you doing to her?"

"Sasuke-kun?" She looks up to him and he holds out his hand to her. He lifts her up.

"Stay behind me Hinata. I'll protect you."
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Sasuke's POV
As Hinata walks behind me I tumble a bit and feel something big and squishy press against my back. Oh no. Please don't tell me what I think it is. I feel myself about to heat up but control it. I turn around slowly and see Hinata holding her chest, red as ever and hiding her face with her bangs.

"H-Hinata I'm sorry it wa-" I get cut off by a fist punching me in the face and knocking me on the floor.

"You're a fucking perv"

"Look who's talking!"

"I'm not a perv unlike you"

"You were on top of her!"

"I fell on top of her. There's a difference"

"Well I tumbled back"

"On purpose?"

"It was an accident."

I've had enough of this guy. Who does he think he is?

I get up from the floor and grab him by his collar while he holds on to mine and we start to raise our fists up at each other and start lowering it towards each other's face. I don't how, I don't know when but somehow, someway Hinata had managed to step in between us and grab both of our fists; stopping us from hitting each other.

"I said stop didn't I?"

Tha-She's so.....cool.

"Amazing" I muttered under my breath.

I'm glad no one heard me because it would've been embarrassing. Hinata runs towards the door and locks it. I forgot it was opened. Luckily no one walks around at this time.

She grabs us both by our cheeks and makes us sit down on her old comfy couch as she walks into the kitchen.

"Do you think we pissed her off?" Kiba's whispers to me.

"How should I know I never saw her like this"

"I thought you two knew each other"

"Just like you, not until recently...maybe a couple weeks but I feel like she's been there my whole life ."

"So you didn't try to learn anything about her?"

"Like what?"

"Her favorite color, why's she living in a old raggedy house by herself I might add, her favorite type of music, her past, her favorite food, etc. You know the little things"

As Kiba asked me all these questions I tried to answer them in my head. Keyword:tried. I really don't know anything about Hinata. Except that her best friend is TenTen, she doesn't cry, she like cinnamon rolls and she's short. Which is adorable by the way. We never had the time to talk about our pasts or ourselves. But I doubt this asshole knows the answers either.

"So maybe I don't but what about you?"

He crosses his legs and then his arms behind his head and looks up.

"Obviously I just met her, I don't know shit about her"

I stay silent knowing he's right.

"So tell me, have you been here before?"

"What in her house?"

"No dumbass, in Colorado. Of course her house!"

"Well asshole, I haven't. Actually this is my first time."

"Wait."

"What?"

"Why do you keep asking these questions? Are you interested in Hinata?"

"And what if I was?"

"Well guess again buddy, I won't let you lay a finger on her. Let alone be near her."

"And who are you to decide that?"

"I'm her....well I'm he-" what am I to Hinata? A friend? A best friend? A brother? More than frien- woah no that's only for Sakura...I think.

"Exactly, so the question won't be for you to answer."

Question? What question?

Right when I was about to ask Kiba about what he meant we both shut up as Hinata walked in the room with a tray with cups filled with tea in her left hand and first aid in her right. Carrying it like it was nothing, she still amazes me.

"Let me help you" Kiba and I both looked at each other giving death glares. 1 for saying the same thing at the same time and 2 for trying to be the one to help her.

We both got up and ran to Hinata. I grabbed the tray with tea and I could tell that was probably what Kiba was going for as he grabbed the first aid in disgust.

"Thank you guys" Hinata smiled.

She sat down in front of the coffee table that was in front of the couch we were sitting on.

"What is this a fucking family meeting?"

I really wanted to laugh at that but I hate him.

"I guess it does it look like that huh? Man I really wanted to feel like a detective here!"

Kiba and I were confused by what she meant but we exchanged looks to just play along with it.

"Alright Hinata the "detective" what are you trying to investigate?" I ask.

"Why you both are in my house on a Friday night when I should be binge watching Sherlock"

"Oh well that's easy Hin-"

"Look Hina, remember that guy from the locker room?"

"Locker room?"

"Oh it's a long story Sauce!" I smiled at her nickname for me.

"Anyways continue Kiba-kun"

"Like I was saying I came back to your house because I thought I dropped my headphones around here and that's when I saw him at your door and Hinata..."

"What?"

"I think he was going to kill you."