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Kiba and my parents sat by a bench and spoke, it all seemed like it was going well, but if it was then why was it taking so long for them to finish.

Did this really have to be something that was over ten minutes long?

Anyway, the others and I stayed nearby by the photo booth and watched them. They engaged in conversation about the matter while I just kept quiet and listen, which I couldn't even do because I was much more focused on Kiba.

"I can't believe Kiba was gay this whole time, and you!" Menma accused, pointing at with a pout on his face. "How couldn't you tell me?! Man we literally have seen each other naked."

"He never said he was gay, idiot. They said they were bicurious." Naruko sighed.

"Isn't that the same thing?" He asked.

"Thanks Naruko, but no dude it isn't haha. I didn't know myself at first, but when Kiba mentioned something related to it I realized I was thinking the same thing." Kankuro explained as he carefully put Menma's finger down.

"Something related?" Shikamaru asked.

"Yeah."

"What do you mean by that?" Naruko asked.

"Sounds like to me Kankuro isn't Kiba's first test subject." Temari smirked.

"What?! So he's been with another guy before? I thought he was with Tamaki." Menma swore, causing me to subconsciously roll my eyes.

"Tamaki? Him and Tamaki haven't been together for about a month or two now. She doesn't even live in Konoha anymore." Gaara explained.

"Yeah, I knew that but I just thought they were long distance."

"Menma, please be quiet and focus on Hinata, please?" Naruko requested.

"Im just upset that my best friend is into guys and he hadn't told me, that's really messed up."

"My bad haha." Kankuro chuckled. "Like I said, I didn't know myself."

"Yeah right, but all of a sudden you've got a type and it's Kiba, huh?"

"I never said he was my type, but Kiba isn't bad. You have to admit he's hot, how could I not take up the opportunity." Kankuro expressed.

"Ouuu slow down now, you're beginning to sound like Ino." Naruko teased. "So, you really like him then, eh?"

"I definitely can see it turning into that."

"Ouuu, I like the sound of that!" She cheered as she hit his arm in encouragement.

"So it doesn't even bother you that he was with another guy prior?" Menma asked.

"It doesn't matter. That was then and I'm the now, out with the old and in with the new, it's that guys loss anyway." Kankuro boasted as he popped his collar and leaned against the wall with a smug grin.

"Stop being so boastful." Gaara scolded him.

"Tell him again, you're lucky I already suspected this before Mom and Dad find out." Temari added.

"What do you mean?" Kankuro asked.

"Oh boy." Shikamaru sighed.

"I already knew you were gay, or bicurious or whatever. I just knew you liked boys." She admitted.

"What? How?" Kankuro asked.

"You watch too much J-pop, you play with dolls and you wear way too much purple eyeshadow and nail polish." She explained.

"What? Okay firstly, everyone listens J-Pop, secondly they're puppets, not dolls and lastly it's just a fashion statement and I like purple."

"Nope, it's called you being fabulous." Temari laughed while flicking her wrist back and forth and rocking her shoulders. "Don't try to prove me otherwise, Dad owes me some money too cause I was right."

"YOU MADE A BET WITH HIM?!" Kankuro and Gaara asked in unison.

"It was more like a sure win, but yeah." She boasted.

"I wish you'd stop talking sometimes." Shikamaru admitted.

"I bet you wish you were kissing me right now too." She winked, earning a smile from him as he looked away.

"Hm, troublesome girl." He blushed.

Why did Kiba do this?

What is it turned out bad?

His friends at least had his back, but what if my parents didn't want me near him now. He's literally slept in the same bed with me before.

I'm surprised Dad isn't strangling him, and Mom didn't pull out the skillet.

Still, it was reassuring that at least his friends had his support. I couldn't imagine getting that kind of support, but I guess if it was me instead of Kankuro then they'd be accepting towards us, but what about my family.

Would they accept it, if it was me and Kiba, instead of him and Kankuro?

"..."

"Naruto?" Naruko asked.

"Hm?"

"Are you okay? You've been quiet, you didn't even answer me when I called you." She asked.

"How could he be okay? He must be shocked, sleeping with Kiba almost every night. Who knows if he touched him or something." Menma exaggerated.

"For the love of Kaguya, Menma. Please stop talking." Naruko stressed.

Little did they know, touching did happen, but I was the one that did it first.

"Sounds like you don't like it man." Kankuro replied as I had gone quiet again.

"Of course I don't, I just can't believe you didn't tell me you're gay."

"I'm not gay, I'm just experimenting."

"That's gay."

"Menma... I'll explain it to you later." Kankuro sighed.

"Hm, better be a clear explanation cause I wanna know when and how you just all of a sudden became gay." Menma pouted.

Gay this! Gay this!

I couldn't take it anymore, I know I sat there the whole time listening to it, but at least I had drowned it out.

I can't actually listen to this right now. Too much was happening all at once.

"I need to use the bathroom!" I stated abruptly before Kankuro could even answer and I just moved briskly to where I thought the bathroom could be.

I walked around aimlessly, bumping into random people who were just trying to enjoy themselves while I was feeling like I was about to go crazy. I continued moving around until I found a bathroom that was near some benches and just threw myself in one of the stalls.

I needed to breath.

I needed to think.

Okay, this shouldn't be a problem. I didn't make any confessions so I'm safe, I didn't need to worry about anything because this didn't involve me.

So why did I feel like I was massively apart of the whole thing.

Okay Naruto, just calm down. It's no big deal, it has nothing to do with me.

Right!

Kiba did this on his own accord with Kankuro, that's right. So this has absolutely nothing to with me, it's just them.

But what he tells them about everything? Like everything, everything. Would he do that?

Oh my Kaguya, this is such bullshit.

I sat on the toilet and shook my leg as anxiety started setting in, the thoughts that came to mind were just too much to bare and maybe the isolated silence in here wasn't the place to sort them out.

It was quiet in here.

Really quiet.

I took some deep breaths to try and think positively the sounds of my own breathing were the only thing being heard besides the occasional drips coming from one of the faucets. I looked around and examiners the stall, seeing various sunken spots and even a hand print on the wall.

The longer I stared at them the more my brain saw something else.

Every sunken hole was now replaced with an eye, not just any eye, but Sasuke's eyes but they glowed red, it was almost like I could hear him, taunting me.

The hand print began to turn red as well, blood poured from them and it felt like the stall began to shake.

"You think you're anything but a little slut!" I heard, a voice similar to Sasuke.

"Ugh! Sasuke stop!" I heard my voice yell.

I got up from the toilet seat and pulled the stall door but it wouldn't bug, my hand flew off after it had been sliced by the iron bolt that refused to let me out.

"AH!" I cried from the pain, but I couldn't pay it too much attention.

I wanted to leave!

I had to leave!

"Open up, you should be used to it by now slut!" I heard, my mind playing tricks on me once again.

"HELP!" I yelled, as I banged on the bathroom door.

There was a loud crash and footsteps came running in, I froze when they ran up to the door and started banging on the stall.

"Naruto?!" I heard a voice, sounding like Gaara.

"Gaara?! I-"

"Naruto step back!" I heard another voice, sounding like Kiba.

I stepped back and stood next to the toilet and it was just in time as the door was kicked in and would've slapped me unconscious if I hadn't move, but when it did open I kind of wished it didn't.

"Are you okay?" Gaara asked as he stepped in the stall and helped me out.

Kiba stood there staring at me with concern written all over his face. I couldn't even look at him directly, this was so embarrassing.

"Your hand?" Gaara examined before he began rolling off a piece of toilet paper for me and trying to wrap it around my finger.

"It's cool, I'm fine." I tried to convince him.

"If you were fine you wouldn't be bleeding." He replied before taking my hand and wrapping it. "Wait we need to rinse it off first and get some alcohol. I should have some in my backpack, wait here."

Gaara placed the toilet paper around my finger and ran off to get more things, leaving me alone with Kiba.

He looked at me silently, almost like he was upset too, but shouldn't I be the upset one.

After all he was the one that made the confession. Speaking of which, I wonder how it went.

"How did-"

"Why did you scream?" He asked, the first thing he's said to me since the door opened.

"..."

"..."

"What?"

"Why.did.you.scream?" He exaggerated in a serious tone.

"I-I needed help... So I called out." I replied, which was technically the truth.

I couldn't tell him the whole reason behind it for obvious reasons.

"Then why does it look like you were crying?" He asked.

"..."

"..."

I didn't even realize that some tears had escaped through my eyes due to the event that had happened.

"It's sweat." I lied.

"Sweat?"

"Yeah, it's hot in here, ya know."

Kiba took a deep breath before biting his lip and looking around the bathroom before hanging his head low. It didn't take rocket science to see that he was upset and worse he didn't believe me.

There was no point in lying to him, he knew my tell.

He walked closer to me and lifted the hem of his shirt to my face, then he began to dab it under my eyes lightly while giving me a more relaxed look, though he still seemed perplexed.

"You should've worn cooler clothes. We're heading into summer time, the thinner and lesser is better." He advised me as he continued to dab his shirt on my face.

In that moment, I felt something, something that I've felt before when I looked at him. It wasn't anything that I had an answer too, but the way he just made my chest feel, it had to mean something. Apart from that, I felt bad.

For me, for him and for Sasuke.

I could talk to Kiba about anything, but I didn't want to talk about that with him, not anymore.

"I'll try to keep that in mind." I replied, allowing him to continue to dry my face as I inhaled a bit of his cologne, so soothing I almost wanted to bury my face into it and bawl my eyes out.

I didn't deserved this, and neither did he.

Maybe him and Kankuro do deserve to be a thing.

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