Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, I just had this little plot bunny in my head which wouldn't leave me alone.
This is just a prologue – so really short – but I want to see if there would be any interest in this kind of story before I get too invested in writing it. I have a feeling it would be one of those short chapter stories, but one that should hopefully update fairly regularly….if people are interested anyway.
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Kiba Inuzuka tucked his small hands into his armpits to keep them warm as the eight-year-old darted along the shadows of the normally bustling streets of Konoha. With practiced ease, he slipped through streets that grew increasingly narrow and disheveled as he moved towards the poorer area of town.
Arriving at his destination, he darted up rickety stairs towards the top floor. He moved to the last door at the end of the hall and raised his arm to knock out a specific rhythm against the old wood.
There was a shuffling noise inside and a quiet, "Kiba?" from within.
"Yeah, it's me." Kiba replied softly.
A series of locks were clicked out of place and soon the door opened to reveal a pajama clad Naruto Uzumaki. The blonde wore a sleeping cap whose buck teeth usually never failed to get a snicker out of Kiba.
But not tonight.
Naruto didn't ask any questions.
He never asked questions. Not on the nights when the Inuzuka came to seek refuge. Instead, he just pulled the young boy inside.
Their movements well practiced by experience, the pair pulled out a futon from the closet and Naruto finished setting it up while Kiba changed into a pair of pajamas he had left stashed there. It was a well-rehearsed scene and one had to wonder how it was that these two rambunctious boys who were just a bit too alike to get along most days at school could so seamlessly move about each other now.
Yet they did.
Naruto slipped back into his covers as Kiba shifted around to get comfortable on the futon.
"You good?" Naruto asked quietly.
It was a loaded question. A million little questions with big answers all rolled into two words.
Was he comfortable?
Did he need anything else?
Did he want to talk about it?
Was he ever going to tell someone else why he didn't feel safe in his own home some nights?
The answers were too big to move past the lump in his throat. He focused instead on stopping the tears from falling as he turned so his back faced Naruto even though that made his hip dig into the floor in a numbingly painful way.
Kiba knew the boy wanted answers, but he wouldn't push.
That's why Kiba felt safe here.
It would be years before Kiba would understand the irony of feeling safe in the home of the village pariah instead of in the family compound of one of the clans of the great village of Konoha.
Clenching his eyes shut, Kiba pushed hard against the blockage in his throat.
So…what do you think? Should I continue? Is it worth it?
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