The Beast and the Dog

Author Note: Yo Yo! I obviously like to hate myself cuz here's another WIP ofr everyon and a pairing that I don't really see much of. I think I know of like two stories with these two as a couple. LOL. Oh wait you don't know who the couple is do ya? Okie Dokie. Here's the full summary.
Summary: Fighting off enemy nin, getting all the putang you could ever want, & being a hero was all a guy could ever ask for. Unless ofcourse you counted that you found a man attractive, sctratch that, a very powerful and dangerous man who smelt amazing attractive. Which Kiba tried not to really count but its hard to do so when that scent invades your senses and the guy's really not that bad to look at either. (KibaGaa)

Chapter One: “Aw Shit”

Akamaru landed beside him and he roughly brushed his fingers through the thick fur on the large white dog. The dog was everything to him, best friend, brother, partner, companion. He looked up when he heard a noise and sniffed the air, nothing more than the nature around them. He was on edge, so was his buddy, they had gotten away without a problem and they were heading back towards Konoha with a mission complete and lives intact. All was good and well, except for the fact that he’d gotten a whiff of an enemy and Akamaru complained of smelling several people. They’d been seen apparently but he couldn’t figure out when or how. Plus there was the strange thing of them not attacking right away, of course these people tended to be odd balls anyway. Then there was the thought that maybe they hadn’t been made and he had walked out of there, and some people from that village just happened to go out on a mission.

Yeah fucking right.

He glanced at Akamaru and smirked ruefully, knowing his long time partner didn’t need him to explain his train of though. The hariy dog barked and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah bud, only a few days away from safety and we’ll probably be attacked soon.”

Akamaru whined and huffed, and Kiba nodded, his dog knew what he was talking about. It was going to be dangerous and if there were as many as they suspected to be then they were going to have a huge ass problem on their hands. Well they never had claimed ANBU work would be a fuckin’ piece of cake so he supposed he’d known from the beginning what he was getting into. No sense in complaining about something that was inevitable. Death was just a part of the shunobi way of life.

“Well buddy, I say we get moving again before they find us. Not too much longer and we’ll be in wind country. If we’re lucky they won’t follow there as they have a treaty and shit.”

The dog whined, yeah they hadn’t had too much luck as of late. Still, he could hope. When a branch broke from behind them he growled low in his throat, they had been caught. Without skipping a beat he tossed seven kunai back behind him and leapt off the ground to start running. Akamaru right beside him mouth open in order to get more oxygen into his system.

“We head towards Suna,” he paused and looked up at the stars to get his coordinates. “If we can at least get the info there then they can give it to Konoha. There won’t be a treaty once they know what’s going on.”

The treaty wasn’t really a treaty anyway, it was more like they were afraid of the beast that dwelt in the leader of Sunagakura. They had made a treaty not to attack them unwarranted and vise versa just to buy them some time. Which he had all that proof and more in his possession, he’d been under for almost a year getting to the point he needed to in order to gain the information Konoha needed. Kiba ducked as shuriken zoomed by his body an edge catching his upper right arm and cutting him up. Lifting his left arm up to stop the flow of blood he was shocked when a man appeared in front of him seemingly out of nowhere and slid a short sword into his side. Thankfully for him he had fast reflexes and it hadn’t gotten to deep, but judging by the pain he felt and the warmth of blood it was deep enough.

Well fuckin’ great.

*****

Kankuro followed his brother as the younger man walked towards Suna with a single mindedness that seemed robotic. His brother wasn’t one to dilly dally or detour to a nice hot sauna for a job well done after a hard bloody mission. He sighed, sometimes it sucked being his brother, and going on a mission with the guy. Granted he wasn’t terrifying anymore, and his near death experience seemed to him a personality, but deep down Gaara was still Gaara.

He looked up barely in the nick of time to stop himself from running into said individual as the man was stopped dead in his tracks. Kankruo went to say something but when his brother held up his hand for him to stay silent he did as told. He himself couldn’t sense anything or anyone around, he supposed there were some advantages to being a jinchuriki at times. Pale sea green surveyed the area jumping back and forth as if he were watching something happen. Kankuro could still see nothing but sand dunes.

“He is in trouble we must go to his aid.” He said mysteriously before taking off in a random direction.

“Who,” Kankuro asked running up beside his little brother.

“A nin.”

He groaned, Gaara was so frustrating sometimes, “one of ours?”

“No.”

“Then who?”

“I’m not sure yet, but Shukaku says he’s on our side.”

Oh well that was encouraging and stuck confidence into him, Kankuro thought to himself his face going into a frown. Shukaku was just so trust worthy and all…

*****

He’d only had time enough to wrap his wounds before they were on top of him again and he fell to the ground as the large shuriken flew over his head. Kiba sighed as his arms shook while he lifted himself off the sandy surface again. Beside him Akamaru whined a warning and how he wasn’t overly happy about the predicament.

"Yeah buddy I agree we're a little fucked right now."

A cry comes from behind and he looks over his shoulder to see a man running at him, weapon high above his head, to land a final blow. What an idiot, you never rush the enemy regardless how weak they appear to be. Akamaru rushes the enemy nin and the two land on the ground with the white dog sinking his jaws into the man's throat.

"Good one Pal!" he calls out to the dog. Kiba smirks behind his ANBU mask crookedly and throws a short blade into the throat of another nin coming at them.

He knows as well as Akamaru that they are not going to make it out this alive, but he agrees with his partner; it’s time to take out as many as possible while they can. If they were going to go down they were taking a few of the bastards with them to hell. The wind blows ruffling his hair and ANBU clothes and his body stiffens as the familiar scent brushes over his sore, dirt, and sweat covered body. A scent that reminds him a danger, death, and rage, a sent that sends shivers down his spine since he could remember. A scent that entices him and tells him to stay away, a scent that he could follow across the globe if he had to and he would want to do it gladly.

Glancing at Akamaru he sees that the dog also recognizes the scent. Smirking under his mask he drops to the ground just as he feels it shift under him. These fuckers had no chance now and the thought made him happy. Akamaru lays himself flat against the sand as well, thinking they had won the enemy comes rushing at them like the rookies Kiba had suspected them of being. Suddenly the sand rises up from all sides like large walls of a wave spilling towards those who were running towards him. The men all stop and stare in horror turning to run the other way, but it’s too late for them now.

Kiba looks back over his shoulder to see Gaara walking forward hands out in front of him curled inward before the man turns his palms outward and the sand goes crashing down on the enemy. Burgundy robes and red hair whipping about him madly by the force of the chakra he's wielding to kill all those he's fighting. Legs spread slightly apart to steady himself sandal boots digging into the granules of sand below them. Pale eyes single mindedly focused on the killing before him, the men crying out as they're crushed under the weight of the sand.

As suddenly as the sand had come up from the ground it drops as if never having been there, only leaving mangled bodies on the ground disappears into the sand. Taking his time Kiba stands carefully still feeling weak, and dusts himself off with a chuckle and shake of his head. Looking around he smirks, Gaara gave new meaning to the saying ‘Home Court Advantage’. With a sigh he turns to look at the man that had just saved him from death ready to thank the guy, but realizes that the nin isn’t paying attention to him. With a slight sigh he decided it was best to wait, one never knew what would happen if the guy was distracted.

For his part Gaara stands before him as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t just killed ten men without breaking a sweat in just a few moments, the man’s eyes scanning the area for further danger. Kiba turns away and fights of the urge just to take a large whiff of the air surrounding the other man as it smells so good to him. He wasn’t gay by any means, he was really a lady’s man, but when it came to the redhead something about the guy really just made him want him in a really bad way. Even when they had been younger, during the chunnin exams in the forest of death, the sent had been strong, dangerous, and alluring. Akamaru hadn’t wanted to get closer, hell Kiba hadn’t really wanted to get to either, but he had anyway because under the smell of rage and power there was a sweeter more tangy one that he wanted know of.

Another nin, dressed in purple with painted lines on his face, appears beside Gaara snapping his thoughts back to the present. The ever present Kankuro the guy was freakin’ great to go bar hopping with. The thought makes him think of a few times they had gotten lucky with some really hot gals in Suna during their Summer Solstice Celebration. Now there was some fuckin’ good times.

"Ah fuckin' hell Gaara you couldn't leave at least one enemy for me to kill? You always take it all for yourself." Kankurou complains glaring at his little brother as the younger stares at him emotionlessly before lifting a finger to point off to the side his eyes shifting in that direction as well.

"Then what is that?" He asks his brother, who looks over to see one last man standing their shaking like a deer in the headlights.

"Smart ass," Kankuro mutters and elbows his brother a little.

Kiba snorts before outright barking out laughter. Gaara was so damn funny sometimes; it was amazing to think about how much he’d changed.

"Inukzuka isn't it?" Gaara asks catching him off gaurd.

He hadn't thought he'd even know who he was, but then he'd only said his last name and his dog was a pretty big give away if you knew the village well enough. Gaara wasn’t an idiot, he’d just put two and two together and made four.

"Heh, yeah," Kiba answers him.

The redhead's eyes scale down his body slowly making him feel slightly uncomfortable lingering momentarily on his side. A thought flashes through his mind about how it wouldn’t be to bad to see those same eyes scaling his body for a more sexual reason. How would the redhead look if he was turned on anyway? You could rarely ever see a difference from his happy face from his pissed face.

"You need medical attention," Gaara stated snapping him from his musings,

Kiba shook his head, "nah I'm good thanks."

A silence falls over them before Gaara shakes his head, reaching forward and into his ANBU cloak with a hand to scale down his body and stops at Kiba's left side to press into the wound, only to pull back with blood on his hand.

"Not a question," he states as he brings the red colored fingers to his nose and sniffs. "Deep, too..." he mutters.

Kiba swallows a sudden lump in his throat as he watches Gaara's eyes glass over at the sent of his blood before they return to normal. The same hand reaches back up to wipe the blood off onto the cloak.

"You need a medic. Come." With that he turns and starts his trek in what seems to be a random direction for Kiba.

Akamaru comes up beside Kiba and whines at him looking up into his master's eyes only to get a shaky pat on the head in return. "It's all good bud, he's here to help us."

Kankuro sighs taking the last man standing as a prisoner, his puppet caring him inside it's expanded belly. "You'll have to forgive my brother; he's a little socially stunted."

Kiba nods at him, "Eh don't worry about it."

Kankuro laughs a little, "so which Inuzuka are you?"

Kiba goes to answer only to hear a growl from Akamaru, that’s right if Kankuro can’t figure it out by his voice then he isn’t allow to say who he is. He sighs even though it was best that it stayed that wayit was still a bummer he couldn’t tell his drinking buddy who he was. Ahead of them Gaara stops walking to look over his shoulder.

"Kankuro that is the one from the Chunnin exams that you always go drinking with, and have inappropriate sexual exploits with. Kiba, I believe, is his name." Gaara announces.

Kiba stops walking as does Akamaru shocked to hear that the redhead knows who he was.

Kankuro huffs, "how the hell would you know that?"

Gaara sighs as if he is highly put upon, and turns back towards the front and continues walking once more, "Shukaku never forgets a scent."

Kiba laughs a little nervously before reaching his hand up to his mask, "Well guess I don't need this no more then."

Removing his mask he tucks it into his cloak and winces a little when he tugs at his wound. Damn did that hurt, and now that his attention was back on it he was starting to get nauseous from the blood loss and pain of it. Akamaru whimpers and nuzzles the palm of his hand in concern, and the brunette smiles down at his best bud reassuringly.

"Holy shit! Gaara was right it is you," Kankuro says surprised.

"Of course I am, Shukaku never forgets a scent." Gaara repeats sounding annoyed but doesn't turn around bother to send his brother a glare.

"Well I thought you were just saying it in that matter of fact tone when you don't actually know man. You know the one that Temari always uses when she’s getting people to do as she says,” Kankuro replies in his defense.

Kiba laughs, "I know a few people who do that back home."

Akamaru barks, which makes Kiba laugh more. "You got that right Akamaru."

Kankuro raises a brow at the oddness of his buddy talking to the dog, but decides not to say anything as he's a man with puppets. Slowly the mountains of Suna comes into view and Kiba is happy to see them as his side is aching.Slinging an arm around Kankuro’s shoulder more for his own benefit than to get buddy, buddy with guy he leans in close to speak with him.

"So how the hell did ya'll know where I was and shit?"

Kankuro looked at him a moment as if contemplating what to say to that, before staring at the back of Gaara's head as if that answered the question. Which it only sort of answered his question, but didn’t do too much explaining on how Gaara had known. Kiba shrugs, probably had to do with the demon lurking within the redhead. Naruto sometimes did random shit for no other reason than because Kyuubii had clued him in about it. Raising his right hand up to his injured side to put pressure on it he jokes with Kankuro to get his mind off the pain. After he was fixed up he would have to head out and back to Konoha, they would start to worry as he’d sent word telling them he’d completed the mission.

~TBC~

End Note: Okay everyone let me know what you think. I know it's short and I'm not entirely sure that everyone is in character but there you go.BTW this was supposed to be a fuckin' PWP. So much for that easy way out... lol. Later everyone Love you guys!! Also check me out on DA and LJ if you have the time, I'm more likely to talk to you more indepth there than here as I can no longe rreply to your reviews in the chapters... boo. I love letting you guys know how I feel.

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~Zimm