Constructive Possession

A/N: Peace-Love-Yaoi, Hiashi will find somebody…stick around.

rest.more, yes, it’s typical to see ShikaNeji when the pairing is written, and since the intent of this sequel was to flip them that way, you will be seeing more of it soon. Please stay tuned.

Nite Nite, LOL Neji with a tail. You are naughty!

luna101, thank you for your encouraging words.

Tyra, that was only the appetizer, Neji takes on the real thing later on. Please stay tuned!

Tenshi, I promise you that Kiba will find someone nice! He will be hot and he will guide Kiba in the ways of yaoi, and it will be SEXY! Please stay tuned!

yaoilovergirl, you are the best! Thank you so much!

Xoteem, in your dream did Shikamaru buy the butt plug with the tail? Just wondering. ^_^

Kitling, I try like heck to post a chapter every four days. However, real life saw fit to upset my schedule recently. This chapter has been the only exception so far—I hope to continue to update every four days from this chapter forward, if you are interested.

Many, many thanks to all my reviewers. You are the greatest!

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Warning: unbeta’d; language; angst; humor

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Wednesday, 1:14 P.M.

Kiba spent the morning cleaning his entire apartment again in preparation for another brutal steam-cleaning effort to get the blood out of the carpet. On the drive to the grocery store he finally allowed himself to ponder the events of the previous evening.

A man had kissed him. A man kissed him, and then he dropped the guy like a sack of potatoes with a single punch.

Okay, so maybe his knee-jerk reaction to being kissed by a man wasn’t the most…appropriate one. He was new at this. He was still getting used to the idea of touching and being touched by a man at all! And it would take some time—Kiba already knew that. But if that bizarre sexual dream he’d had was any indication, he was certainly receptive to the idea.

Kiba actually blushed at the memory of that dream—one so hot it had caused him to cum in his pants. He could practically feel hands on his skin even as he remembered. And those words—Kiba remembered them vividly, whispered to him in the dream by the blond cop: pretty boy…so sexy…taste so good…

Gods.

Kiba blinked slowly. His body was actually responding to the memory of that dream. He shifted in his seat as he waited for a light to change.

He allowed himself to consciously ponder the blond from his dream: Naruto Uzumaki. He’d worked with the guy for three years, and Kiba always thought of him as ‘walking sunshine’. He always wondered if Uzumaki had been on Ritalin™ as a child. The guy was overly bright, overly loud and overly energetic to be such a fox.

Kiba made a face. Did I just refer to Uzumaki as a fox?!

Hmph. Well, there was no one else around, why not? Kiba broke the Uzumaki down: long legs, lean, fit physique, natural tan, blue eyes and sunny blond hair. Nice ass. And good-looking in an exotic way—Kiba thought there may have been some Asian heritage despite all that blond hair, and those scars on his cheeks that resembled whiskers gave him a sort of animalistic appeal.

Appeal, yes—Kiba had been present during happy hours attended by the Uzumaki many times and knew the guy had no shortage of admirers. Male and female ones, now that he gave the matter some thought. In fact, Kiba suspected at least a couple of their colleagues of harboring a secret male crush on the blond fox.

The realization caused Kiba to smirk. Why would he be the only one?

Kiba turned left into the parking lot of the grocery store.

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Wednesday, 3: 13 P.M.

Kiba stared down at the spot on the carpet that had consisted of Kabuto’s blood and saliva before it was steam-cleaned to near-oblivion. There was profound irony in the fact that the Yakushi was a forensics analyst.

Kiba sighed. He hadn’t spoken to Yakushi all day. He actually wondered how the man was doing. He knew he’d hit Yakushi hard enough to break a tooth. It wasn’t the best way to begin a friendship.

And they were going to be friends. He could admit now that he needed a friend like Kabuto, one who wouldn’t judge him, one he could trust to keep his confidence. Besides, Kiba had agreed, and he was never one to hedge on agreements.

Of course, in light of the previous evening it was entirely possible the Yakushi had changed his mind about wanting to be friends with him. If he had, then it would be Kiba’s responsibility to change it back.

Kiba checked the time. School was over, and practice would begin soon. He needed to get the steam cleaner back on his way to practice. Afterward, he would make the call.

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Wednesday, 4:53 P.M.

Kiba sat in the driver’s seat of his 2000 Honda Civic, dialed the police station and put his cell phone to his ear. It was ringing.

“Konoha Police Department. Officer Manabu speaking.”

“Manabu, it’s Officer Inuzuka, please put me through to forensics.”

“One second, Inuzuka.”

The phone was ringing again.

“Forensics, this is Fuuma.”

“Fuuma, this is Officer Inuzuka, I need to speak to Yakushi.”

“He isn’t here; I’m actually covering for him today.”

Kiba frowned. “Do you know where he is?”

“No, I’m sorry. Is…there anything I can help you with?”

“No, but thanks anyway, Fuuma.”

Kiba closed the connection and thought for a moment before dialing another phone number and putting the phone back to his ear. It was ringing.

“Niwa here.”

“Shizune, this is Kiba.”

“Kiba, how are you?”

“I’m great. Listen, Shizune, I’m…I need to talk to Kabuto Yakushi; he’s one of your guys on the day shift. Do you know where he is today?”

There was a longer-than-expected silence on the other end before Shizune spoke. “Well, I’ll tell you where he should be. He should be at home doped up on painkillers. Apparently he was assaulted by someone he got into an argument with after his shift last night and it cost him two teeth.”

Two teeth?! Shit! Kiba took a deep breath and ran a hand through his curly brown hair. “Did he tell you anything else?”

“He didn’t tell me anything, the attending physician did. Apparently Yakushi told him that he got into a disagreement with someone who got angry and punched him pretty hard, but that he wasn’t going to file charges. The medics had him come back this morning to extract what was left of those two teeth; he was prescribed some painkillers and sent home to rest.”

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit—

“Are you two working together on a case?” Shizune asked innocently.

“No. Well, kind of. It’s a little hard to explain.” Kiba ran his hand through his hair again. Shit.

On the other end, Shizune wondered if something ‘special’ had blossomed between the two men. Ooooh.

“You know, someone ought to go over and check on him. I tried calling him at home a couple of times today but I haven’t gotten an answer. Would you do that, Kiba? He’s probably just sleeping but I would feel better if I knew for sure.”

“I-I don’t know where he lives.”

“That’s okay. I’ll tell you.”

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Wednesday, 5:45 P.M.

Kiba drove through the sketchy neighborhood to the six-story apartment building where, according to Shizune’s information, Kabuto lived, and pulled into the parking lot.

He got out of his car, locked it, and then surveyed his surroundings. The building was flanked on each side by a similar building. There were broken bottles and cigarette butts littering the ground.

This place makes mine look like the Waldorf Astoria¹.

He’d worked this neighborhood before, and knew that, although there were worse neighborhoods than this one it still wasn’t a good place to hang out; so it was definitely not someplace a person would want to live…unless there weren’t other options.

Kiba stealthily made his way to the third floor of the building. It wouldn’t surprise him at all to stumble upon a crime in progress in this place. It was a damn good thing he was armed.

The sound of a dog barking inside one of the apartments startled him as he made his way to his destination: apartment 316, which happened to be the apartment at the end of the row.

Kiba didn’t like the place. It wasn’t well lit and the walls bore graffiti and chipping paint. But there was something else. It was cold.

Not in the sense that the temperature was too low inside. No.

There was a sense of despair that pervaded the walls.

Kiba knocked on the door in the way police officers knock to get someone’s attention. Not surprisingly, the sound of barking dogs increased. One person opened his door, stuck his head out in the direction of the knock, then, apparently satisfied that he wasn’t needed, went back inside his apartment and closed his door. Kiba could hear shuffling and muted voices behind the door next to Kabuto’s.

He couldn’t hear anything from Kabuto’s apartment. Would Yakushi have a roommate? It was possible, of course; but judging from the size of the building, unlikely unless they were sharing the same room.

Kiba wasn’t ready to contemplate that possibility. He knocked again, and then waited. Still nothing.

He thought it out. Shizune told him that he’d been placed on prescription painkillers. If two broken teeth had been pulled from his mouth that morning, then he would definitely have taken them. If he took them, then unless he was superhuman, he was probably out like a light from them. It was the most practical assumption to make given the circumstances. Consequently, it was too soon to consider another theory.

Of course, he could just be pissed that you knocked out two of his teeth for trying to kiss you and not in the mood to deal with anyone.

Hell, it was feasible. Kiba had felt that way the previous Friday. If that was the case, then giving Kabuto a day to stew in his grump was probably a good idea.

Kiba sighed, shaking his head. The man who lives here has asked me to be his friend.

Am I ready?

Kiba checked his watch. It was nearly 6PM. He looked up and down the hall, at the stairwell above and below him. There was no one around. He wasn’t all that surprised.

It’s not as if these people wouldn’t know a cop when they saw one.

Kiba took one of his cards from his pocket, bent down, and slipped it beneath the door. He got up and looked around again. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to have to pull his gun on anyone, he stole out of the building the way he came in.

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Thursday, 9:26 A.M.

Kiba grabbed his cell phone and called Shizune.

“Niwa here.”

“Shizune, it’s Kiba. Good morning.”

“Kiba, good morning! Is everything all right?”

“It’s fine. Listen, I called to tell you that I’m on my way back to Yakushi’s place.”

“Then it’s an even better thing you called. Don’t bother going back; Yakushi went into work this morning.”

“He did?”

“Yes. Another analyst called me after he arrived. Apparently his face is still pretty bruised, and when she asked him about going back home he practically bit her head off.”

Shit.

“I told her to give him some space. Yakushi’s a reliable analyst. I trust him to make good decisions, so if he feels well enough to work I’ll leave it alone.”

Kiba was silently kicking himself. That bruise and those missing teeth were going to attract attention, and people were going to ask questions. Why did he have to hit him?

“You’re right, if he’s working then I guess there’s no need to worry.”

“Why don’t you give him a call? You did say you two were working on something, right?”

Shit. “Er, right. I’ll do that. He seems raring to get back to work.”

“While you’re at it, find out what happened to his face.”

Shit. “I’ll try, Shizune.” The instant he uttered the words aloud, Kiba knew he was destined to go to hell for it.

“Thank you, Kiba. I’ll talk to you later.”

Shizune closed the connection, and Kiba closed his cell phone.

Kiba thought it out. The situation hadn’t changed…much. He needed to find out how Yakushi was, and he did—just not from Yakushi himself. There were apparently a couple of medical and dental bills floating around that he now needed to concern himself with. Then there was the unenviable task of having to confess to Shizune that Yakushi lost those teeth and missed a day of work because of him, before she found out from someone else.

And I called Uzumaki the ‘overly energetic’ one. Hmph. Kiba thought he’d grown out of his ‘hyper frat boy jock’ phase. Apparently old habits die hard.

At that moment Kiba had renewed respect for every parent, teacher, coach, boss, colleague, friend and lover he’d ever had. He didn’t exactly make things easy for any of them, did he?

One thing he knew for sure was that he had to settle things with Yakushi. And he had to do it soon.

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A/N: (1) that world-famous exceptionally swanky hotel in New York. http://waldorfastoria.hilton.com/en/wa/hotels/information.jhtml;jsessionid=Q15KUG0G5WYVUCSGBIX2VCQ?ctyhocn=NYCWAWA&key=HOME

Well…phase one of damage control is underway. Kiba is determined to set things right. Will he succeed? Stay tuned and please leave a review!