Challenge! What It Means To Love And Be Loved!

The time had passed, and investigation revealed that Hinata was pregnant. There was a discrepancy, though. The child did not seem to be in the second or third week of gestation, but past the fourth. The two were put through a marriage ceremony, but due to the confusing facts, it was kept underground. For whatever reason, if the child wasn’t Kiba’s then the marriage was to be annulled, and the true father would be left to Ibiki and his branch to figure out.



The months went by and tension between Hinata and her teammate, Kiba rose and fell.



Kiba: “But Hinata, I told you, it was a whole different side of me.”



Hinata: “We’re here…because of this…” She felt her stomach.



Kiba: “I know, and if we’re going to end up together, I don’t want our only intimate moment to be one that I don’t remember!”



Hinata: “Kiba! We’re not even adults!” < Not that I wouldn’t enjoy it…but…Kiba, I didn’t want you, and if we are together, then we can wait…>



Kiba: “Oy, Hinata, I’m not talking about that , I’m talking about going out, holding hands, seeing movies. Anything but just going on missions together!”



Hinata: “Kiba, it might not even be yours, what then?”



Kiba: “Then I’ll still help you with-“



Hinata: “Kiba…if it’s not yours, you won’t be allowed on Hyuuga grounds. We shouldn’t…”



Kiba: “Nonsense, I’m on your team.”



Hinata: “Shino’s only allowed by invite…you were never invited…”



Kiba: < Come to think of it, I never did go to her place before. > “So, what are you saying?”



Hinata: “I’m saying.” < Sorry, Kiba. > “I’m saying that we shouldn’t get attached, we should be any more than teammates, until the baby comes…”



Kiba: “But then it’ll be all wrong! It’ll grow up before we do!”



Hinata: “If the baby’s yours, Kiba…then we can do whatever you like, all the time. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure we can bring it up between two loving parents…it’s just too…” < Confusing now. >



Kiba: “How do you think I feel?! I don’t even remember how you got this way!”

Hinata: “Maybe that makes this easier…” < For you…> Kiba’s frustration fell, then he stepped closer to his fellow ninja.



Kiba: “Hinata…” He put his hand on her shoulder.



Hinata: “You mustn’t!” She slapped it aside. Kiba was shocked.



Kiba: “Hinata! I was trying to-“



Hinata: “We don’t know how you…‘got started’ in the first place…and I don’t want ot risk it happening again…”



There were a lot of conversations like this. Some were fueled by Kiba’s actual feelings towards helping a teammate; even if loving feelings weren’t involved (He was too young to acknowledge stuff like that). The only times he would push her into an argument over it, was when he visited her after primality training at home. He hurt so badly, and she was the only one he could think of that could get rid of his pain. Besides, they had already done it once, and she was pregnant. There wasn’t anyone else in the village better suited to ‘take one for the team’ than Hinata.



Kiba was growing stronger from it, though, and he could tell. When he entered his primality, he began to recall things; sometimes he’d even be ‘awake’ during the training. The fury of lust found no blind way for him for him to ‘win’, so it was slowly allowing his consciousness to take part. Something in his conscious reasoning might be able to get him to his target that pure testosterone wasn’t.



This was a natural progression for the training. It would be finished when Kiba was able to talk during primality, then and only then, could an Inuzuka enter it without a ‘scent’ and control the power.



He still didn’t like the idea that this entire time, his strength expanded from a pure desire to inseminate his own mother. (She was the only one training him) That also pushed his desire to get closer to Hinata, so that his perverted thoughts would drift to her and not…Tsume.



Kiba: “Mom, can’t we take a day off from training? I’ve been feeling really bad lately…”



Tsume: “Nonsense! Now that you can enter primality, we have to do this every day until you can control it! Every day we rest will only make you weaker at the end.”



Kiba: “I’m always in PAIN at the end!”



Tsume: “Don’t worry, Kiba, there’s a change of pace today, it seems you’re sister has returned.” Kiba was frightened in two separate ways. His sister was so strong, that she was the only calm member of his family, as well as the fact that he learned she didn’t carry the fangs or the slit-iris’s because she was the only one in his immediate family that had completely conquered her primality. He was also scared of sexually assaulting his sister.



Kiba: “How’s that any better?!”



Brother and sister met at an open space, and Tsume would watch over the training. As usual, to boost the effectiveness, Kiba was stripped naked to keep clothing (or ninja tools) from affecting his primal psyche. He was covering himself in front of his sister. She seemed carefree and unaffected.



Kiba: < As usual…> “Mom, why can’t I keep training with you, why bring Hana into this?” < I can’t believe what I’m saying…>



Tsume: “Quiet. She has to learn how to subdue pubescent youths, too. She knows how to deal with pups, but humans are different, they’re less respectful and more deceitful.”



Kiba: < Yeah, I’m getting a lot of that right now, standing naked in front of my sis at the command of my mom…>



Hana Inuzuka: “Here.” She handed Tsume a square of cloth that she pulled from her shorts. Tsume took is and headed for Kiba.



Tsume: “She’s got to be able to put you down, so she knows how to deal with her own litter. I had to learn the same way. So did your dad.” She shoved the piece of cloth into Kiba’s face, it was damp. He held his breath.



Kiba: “Can’t you-“ He wouldn’t breathe through his nose, so Tsume stuffed it into his mouth. He could taste his sister.



Tsume: “Doesn’t matter, either way, you’re gonna smell her.” < Because taste and smell are linked…> She dashed to a vantage point. Kiba was beginning the transition. He ran at his sister on all fours.



Kiba: “Gatsuuga!”



Tsume: “Damn.” He had never managed to use jutsu in primal form, but it was his opening act on his sister. She was expecting a normal tackle, and didn’t have time to switch to a dodge. Hana was thrown off her feet into the air. The pain was minimal, but she knew her landing spot was predetermined now, and unchangeable.



Hana: “Kiba…you’re gonna pay for this.” < Why didn't mom tell me you got this far? > She righted herself in the air and prepared to land. < Even if you tackle me in air, I’m better than you. > Kiba…had a more caveman approach to things. As the dust cleared Hana’s prediction met disappointment as a large stone met the back of her head.



Kiba (Primal): < StOp MovINg!> She fell limp, dazed from the impact. Kiba tore through her spats and began plugging away. Of course he missed several dozen times, and couldn’t quite get into the backdoor, but a true strike into his sister’s honey-pot ripped her from her daze.



Hana: “Gah!” < What the..> Her head stung but above it all she could feel what could only be the hot slick rod of her brother forcing its way around inside of her. She turned towards him with an elbow and a heel kick simultaneously. < Take THIS! > With his mind only focused on the deed, Kiba had no defensive instinct. He was knocked back. Then he felt a solid jerk from his pelvis stop him in air.



It was Hana, she grabbed his member and tugged him towards her by it. She ground the head of it across her face from cheek to cheek under her nose. It hurt him and as she let him land he leapt back. She took in one breath from the uncircumcised moisture she had smeared across her face, and her eyelids shifted to match the rest of her family.



Hana: “AND NOW YOU DIE!”



Kiba couldn’t remember anything after that point, he was lucky he remembered seeing Hana at all during the training. He woke up in the hospital two days later. They had him off sedatives, and the broken parts of his body were nothing compared to the time bomb he felt in his pelvis. He screamed and writhed as if sanity had lost him. He really felt like he was going to explode and bleed out inside of his waistline.



Tsunade: “Looks like we’re just in time.” She stepped into the room, bringing her apprentice and Shizune along. “Sakura, this will be the intermediate level of your medical training, patient care.”



Shizune: < Poor Kiba, what’s wrong with him? > Sakura was at his side in an instant, attempting to hold his arms down and get eye contact.



Sakura: “Kiba! Kiba! Are you in there? What’s wrong?! Where does it hurt?!” She couldn’t hold him still and his flailing struck her randomly as she continued. In a moment she was knocked back on her ass.



Tsunade: “You can’t reason with him in that state, you’ll get a lot of this in genjutsu patients. You have to treat him like this, as if he weren’t conscious.” She tossed a couple of belts over his legs and wrenched them down flat on the bed. He was still struggling, but only his arms could strike now.



Sakura: “What’s wrong with him?! How am I supposed to treat that?!” Shizune understood and a disgusted look fell on her face before she turned and left to attend to other business.



Tsunade: “Inuzuka primality training, I guess, is what’s to blame.”



Sakura: “Primality training?”



Tsunade: “At a certain age when kids are learning about ‘the birds and the bees’, Inuzuka have a different change come over in them. They slip into a mad heat at a moments notice, and if they don’t get what they want, they end up like this…”



Sakura: < Tsunade…what are you saying, I don’t understand…>



Tsunade: “There’s only one way to bring the pain down enough to send him back home.” The noise of cloth ripping was heard. Kiba’s pet popped out from the tear and was throbbing away in the middle of his sheets. “You have to massage him Sakura, until the liquid he’s built up is drained.”



Sakura: “Eww…”



Tsunade: “Sakura!” < You should be happy to get to do this, such a cute boy your age…> “This isn’t a joke, the gland in his body is set to rupture unless you can drain the pressure off!”



Sakura: “Hai!” She didn’t mean it, she was just scared because Tsunade was yelling at her again.



Tsunade: “Like this.” She grabbed Kiba at his base and gripped him firmly in her hand, then tugged up and down. “Got it?”



Sakura: “Yes…Tsuande-sensei…” < This is sick…>



(Inner)Sakura: < Yes! I get to learn about something awesome today!> Tsunade left the room and closed the door. Sakura brought her hands to Kiba’s member, but paused before touching it.



Sakura: “Tsunade-sensei, how do I know when I’m finished?” A malevolent grin marked the Fifth Hokage’s face.



Tsunade: “You’ll know, Sakura….you’ll know…” < I hope you enjoy what you get, I haven’t milked an Inuzuka since my medical training. It took weeks to get my hair clean. Oh…memories…>



Sakura looked at it for a while. Something didn’t match up. The shaft looked fleshy, but the head of it looked like it had the skin peeled off. She would have to be careful not to touch it and cause him any more pain. She gripped him in both hands.



Sakura: “The sooner I start…”



(Inner)Sakura: < The sooner he finishes! > She tugged, not as firmly as Tsunade, but with both hands she could feel she was getting through to Kiba. Every time she pulled up, the flesh would cover the exposed head, and then it would swell back out from its ‘hood’ and the whole shaft would pull against her. She played around with it a bit, and found that it wasn’t his pulse (which was rapid anyway), but it actually was in reaction to what she was doing.



She continued pulling, and soon a spring broke loose. Beads of clear liquid started to hop out of the tip and piled up at the edge of his ‘hood’ It leaked down the shaft and covered her hands, it was like melted wax.



Sakura: “Wow, it’s hot…but at least this means I’m bringing the pressure down. It’s super slippery, I’m having a hard time holding on like this…”



(Inner)Sakura: < This is like the best lotion ever! If I could keep enough of it, my skin would be irresistible to Sasuke-kun! > She repositioned herself over his legs so she wasn’t reaching so far. Eventually she was just sitting on his legs, lotus style, jerking away. It became like a game. She was pumping ‘water’, and every time she did it correctly, she could get a little stream to shoot two to three inches in the air before it fell. It was amazing, fun, and addickting (yes, I made a pun, get used to it).



Sakura: “I wonder how much it’s gonna take for him to be done. He’s still writhing around…and he’s foaming at the mouth…”



(Inner)Sakura: < If it really keeps coming out like this, I should have grabbed a bottle! > The slick noises of her precum-slicked hand job were starting to annoy Sakura. She took an overhand grip of him and worked faster. She found that there was some sort of a ridge along the bottom of it, and that when she pressed in on it with her fingers as she tugged, the liquid came out faster and farther.



Sakura: “I should be able to-“ Kiba’s cries changed. They were no longer blind cries of a world of agony, but the wild moans of someone giving in to pain, losing the strength to struggle. “Kiba! Hang in there!” She became furious in her efforts. The clear ooze now jumped its way into her lap, leaving lines of it across her calves. < I’ll have to clean up later…>



(Inner)Sakura: < More! More! I’ll have to remember to rub it into the skin when I’m done! My legs are going to be so sexy-soft Saskuke! > Kiba’s moans became more drawn out, he would fill his lungs with air, wail, and then another moment would pass before he drew breath again. This, according to Sakura’s knowledge, wasn’t good. It was the sign’s of a patient about to slip into unconsciousness from pain, and battling shock would come next.



Sakura: “Kiba…Tsunade! I need help in here!” She got no answer as her hands became stiff, she couldn’t keep this up much longer, and the strength she had to use to grip him through this mess of….< This is the slickest stuff I’ve ever seen, and it’s not HELPING! > she was falling out of breath as Kiba’s shouts became more energetic.



(Inner)Sakura: < Yeah! It’s working! Nobody can beat me! Kiba, I’ll take all your->



BAT!



Sakura’s world went dark, she felt like she was being pushed underwater in the tub, and her right eye hurt. She could still feel the warmth of Kiba in her hands…



Sakura: < What is this…> She could taste the bitterness of ‘lotion’ in her mouth. She opened up to spit it out and more hot water from the ‘tub’ shot straight into her throat. She coughed like she was drowning. She fell off the bed and hit the floor, but still, someone was pouring water over her. She tried to stand, but she couldn’t get solid footing. Her ninja instincts kicked in, but she couldn’t control chakra over it either.



She couldn’t feel it around her arms when she reached for her face, so she started wiping it from her eyes. It was like mud, not water, and it felt like it came from a spa.



Outside Tsunade was watching from the window.



Tsunade: < Sakura…it looks just like when I was in your place. We really are more alike than I want to admit…> Sakura had cleared her eyes, and her forehead, as more mud was weeping down. She finally managed to stand and saw Kiba, still on the bed, breathing normally even if exhausted. It looked like a boil had ruptured in his lap, the trail of white reaching to the foot of his bed and the floor. Sakura was sure it’s what she had all over her. She walked to the door.





Sakura: “I’ve got to get myself cleaned up…”



(Inner)Sakura: < After I rub all this beauty product in! I wonder how much it’ll make my hair shine Sasuke-kun!>



Kiba: “Sa-Sakura…” She stopped after opening the door. “What are you doing here?”



Sakura: “Medical training, I was just checking up on you.”



Kiba: “Oh…thanks.” He didn’t look at her, he could smell it was her, and he didn’t have the strength to move his head to the side. He still heart, but he didn’t feel like he was going to die anymore, only like he wanted to. He looked inside himself and remembered flashes of the training that brought him here. He remembered the penetration of his sister. He remembered the warmth inside of her. It’s how he felt she was inside every time she had to make dinner or put him to bed when Tsume was out on mission. < So that’s what sex is. You get to really feel what a person is like inside…you get to share those feelings. > Suddenly Hinata’s predicament made a lot more sense to him. < Maybe I won’t push so hard with her anymore. She’s not a relief…apparently Sakura is though. I’ll have to find her later…>



Sakura refused to turn around, she didn’t want Kiba to see her with a pie in her face, and when she exited the room, Tsunade really wasn’t around. Sakura did it though, she saved Kiba.



Tsunade: < Good luck getting all that out of your hair…Sakura. > She snickered. < You’re going to look like Kurenai for a week! >