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Naruto P.O.V

The next day I woke up in the bathtub with a stiff pain in my lower back, at some point during the night I had crawled into it after having enough of listening to Kiba's heartbeat.

It saddened me to even think about it the second I woke up.

The events of last night slowly began coming back to me and I honestly wished it would've just been erased from my mind. The mere thought of having two emotional breakdowns in one night, both because of Kiba and also one happening in front of him and the other in front of Sasuke made me feel sick.

I felt like an absolute wreck at this point. Not to mention Kiba's confession last night, just what had gotten into to him make him behave this way so suddenly?

He's usually so sure of who is he and what he wants to do with himself, regardless of anyone else's opinion. So why now this?

As I sighed and glanced at the door I noticed that it was slightly open, just enough for someone to be able to stick their head through it and peek. For a second I was beginning to think the worse, but then I remembered that on the other side was a guy who knows how to pick locks and has picked the bathroom lock before.

I wasn't even surprised at this point.

I got out from the tub and made my way to the door, once I opened it I was surprised to see that Kiba was still there asleep against the doorframe. Kneeling down I attempted to wake him, but before I could I notice how his face had markings on it.

It was dried up tear marks.

I knew Kiba had almost cried a few times, but never to the point that it would leave stains on his face. I raised my hand and brought it to his cheek, it had been so long since I've touched him that I almost forgot how warm his touch feels and how soft his face was, despite the few faint scars that decorated his skin.

He really was such a handsome man, rugged yet soft features, a strong jawline, veins that would leave any vampire's mouth watering, eyes that pierced through any solid matter and lips that despite always saying the most unexpected shit, was the most pleasant thing I've ever captured with mine.

"Hm..." Kiba groaned, pulling me from thoughts as I caught myself leaning towards him.

I backed away and stood on my feet as he began to wake up, quickly I stepped over him and made my way to my bed, not knowing what to say or what to think about what the absolute fuck I was just about to do.

"Naru..to?" He called sluggishly.

"Yeah!" I replied, not turning to face him at any chance.

"You're up, are you still up for today?" He asked, moving around as though he was standing up. "Ah... my back is killing me."

"..."

"Hm, Naruto?"

"If I didn't plan on coming I wouldn't have agreed to it last night, Kiba." I spat, getting upset once more.

First there was speaking to Kankuro, lies to me about his whereabouts, dealt with an issue and didn't confide into me even though he always says when I'm troubled he'll be there for me and now he slept on the fucking floor and messed up his back.

Why is he behaving so recklessly with himself, and of all the times to do it.

"I'm sorry if I said something to upset you." He replied, but I wasn't going to acknowledge it.

"What time and where are you supposed to get to therapy, Kiba?"

"In about an hour... and in town. I'll take us by my bike, if you're up for that."

"Just go get ready."

"Alright, right after I make some tea."

"Just go already! I'll make the tea." I ordered him, only then turning my head to the side and watching him from the corner of my eye. "I said go!"

"..."

Kiba went straight to the bathroom and Akamaru followed him, most likely sensing the tension in the room and siding with whom he felt most comfortable with at that time.

I hated being this way with Kiba, but he's the reason for this. All he had to do was tell me this from the start but instead he chose to lie and take it to this point. I feel like I don't even know he who is anymore, it's not even like when we first met.

Now it's like he's a stranger that I knew so well, but I can't bare the sight of him because of the person he's becoming.

It has me wondering just how long has he been experiencing this. If it's been sometime then can I really believe that he was the one that claimed to love me so many times, but after my night with Sasuke it was like he was another person.

I shouldn't even care about it, but it's just he's really grown on me, and even though he behaves like he feels the same, I can't believe him even if I wanted too.

•••

Kiba and I finished our tea quietly and then made our way out the room, leaving Akamaru a bowl and him calling Hinata to keep an eye on him while we're gone.

He offered for me to take his helmet before getting on the bike, but I refused, not wanting to be persuaded by this fraudulent side of him that he spoke about that I associated with the behavior of him giving a shit about me.

He didn't ask me a second time, but took his time while driving which made my heart ache as I purposely leaned back to keep us from touching unnecessarily and my back was aching from sitting so stiffly.

It also didn't help that the cars passing by looked at me in confusion because of my posture.

We traveled through the streets and even passed by his favorite spot, immediately I remembered our time there and wondered if that was a lie as well. Especially with how he claimed to not want me to end up like his dad, but here he is.

A victim of his own words.

It really made me want to ask him about it, but I knew he'd just say that he's fine and not want to tell me what's really happening.

After a while we pulled up onto a road that had a lot of cars moving around and was decorated with lights and billboards. It was truly breathtaking to see so many big screens scattered over small building and people moving around.

It's something that I just now realized I haven't t seen in quite some time now.

"This town is called Sagi." Kiba informed me, despite me never asking him anything.

"This guy..." I thought to myself in irritation. Even when he's not facing me, he's reading me. "The irony of this place being called Frauds while I'm riding around with one."

"I didn't ask."

"You didn't need to. I'm just letting you know."

"Just keep your eyes and mind on the road, please."

"..."

He didn't reply which I was satisfied with. I didn't feel like arguing with him anymore especially since I wasn't too sure who he was at this time. This was taking a massive amount of mental energy to try and figure out just what the fuck was happening with Kiba.

Why does he have to see a therapist all of a sudden?

Why did he want me of all persons to join him?

He didn't even truly have feelings for me like he claimed so what was the reason of involving me in any of this. Was this his way of still fucking around with me or was he afraid that he might lose me and came up with this excuse?

Excuse? Now that I think about it, this might just be what it is, just an excuse.

But an excuse for what exactly?

"We're here." He announced, pulling me from my thoughts just as I was about to crack this case, or so I thought.

We were in the parking lot of a modern looking building that seemed more like a home rather than an office, if it wasn't for the parking lot I would've thought that that was what it was.

Without responding I simply got off the bike and walked over to what I assumed to be the entrance while Kiba parked properly. I walked up to the door and waited for him to come over, which he took his sweet time doing.

Naturally I was pissed at how nonchalant he was despite this being all his fault so I turned and attempted to open the door but it wouldn't open. I kept pulling with all my strength but it still wouldn't budge.

"When your done being ignorant over there maybe look up and see that you're trying to enter through the exit." Kiba informed me from the other set of doors, but I pretended like I didn't hear him and kept my back to him.

"The least you can do is answer me, you know? Some comfort and reassurance would be nice." He continued.

"Why don't you comfort yourself? Apparently when you're not seeking comfort from others you're your favorite person to confide in." I retorted.

"Say what?"

"I said what I said."

"Kit, can you relax with passive aggression and just speak to me already!"

"I'm done talking! As a matter of fact I think the reason we're here is for your to see the therapist for your problem so when we get in there you can do all the talking!"

"What? Is that what all of this is about?! You're upset because I'm seeking help? What kind of bullshit is that?!"

"That's not why I'm upset damn it!" I yelled from across where I was standing, now facing him with rage in my eyes that quickly lessened the more I looked into his eyes.

He didn't express the same amount of anger I did, and for some reason that helped pushed all that I had to say far away from my conscience. It was like my mind had gone blank, effectively it always gave him the upper hand.

"Fine." He replied, flaring his nostrils as he looked back at me. "Then when we get in there you can hear all that I have to say."

At that moment the exit opened and a lady came out and apologized for almost hitting me. Kiba looked at me one more second before entering the building and I entered through the exit, now feeling my anger stirring up again.

I didn't know what this effect he had on me was, but I truly hated how it made me feel like I was going insane.

•••

Once inside I sat two seats away from Kiba with our backs towards the window in the room. He leaned forward with his hands under his chin as if he was in deep thought and I folded my arms while turning my attention away from him.

In front of us was an old lady who I figured must've seen the therapist as well because she seemed a bit odd. Only smiling as she stared between the both of us and the window.

"Mmh mmh mmh." She giggled lightly.

Kiba and I glanced at her with concerned looks on your faces and he looked back at me which made me divert my attention elsewhere once again.

"That's exactly how I would be with my husband when we were upset with each other." The old lady smiled softly.

"..."

"I bet you were just as beautiful as he is and now of course, ha." Kiba complimented her without hesitation, surprising me at his response.

"Oh ha ha ha, yes and he was just as charming as you are." She laughed before looking for me and winking in my direction. "You've got yourself a keeper."

"Mhm, he sure is a keeper to someone." I replied as nicely as I could, of course Kiba knew what I meant by that, but the old lady kept smiling at least.

"And what exactly does that mean?" He asked in a low tone.

"Exactly what I said it meant. Is there a problem with that you'd like to discuss with me, or will you solve it on your own?" I challenged.

"I don't know, what do you think I should I do?"

"It doesn't matter what I think, just do what you want."

"Great advice! I wonder where you got that from." He cheered sarcastically.

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Exactly what I said it meant."

There he goes again, rendering me speechless as he always does by giving me a taste of my own medicine.

He knew he had won that one of many battles, but he didn't even bother rubbing it in my face. Quite honestly he wasn't giving me any type of vibe that I would've anticipated from him, he only went back to the same old posture he was in.

The old lady at that point too had began to mind her own business seeing as we weren't on the best terms right now, or "going through a rocky road in our marriage" as she probably thought.

Part of me felt bad for him, but the other part of me just felt like he had it coming. They say that you reap what you sow and from the looks of things Kiba has been reaping bad things his whole life, to the point that he turned out being one of those bad things.

But am I any different?

I mean, when I look at him he's obviously not the spitting image of myself, but I can't help but feel we're so much alike, even now. In a place like this and in a situation that he's facing, I hate it, but it feels like it's meant for me as well.

"Mr. Inuzuka?" The young lady with glasses called as someone exited the office.

"Hm?" Kiba replied.

"It's your turn sweetheart." She smiled, which I didn't like either.

"I brought someone with me. Is it okay if he sits in and listens?" He asked, then the lady proceeded to look in my direction and with a smile that I couldn't really read she nodded in agreement.

"He's more than welcome to accompany you."

"Thank you, Hanabi."

"No problem, now if you two would follow me." She gestured for us to do so.

I don't know what it was but I felt like I knew this woman, though she seemed very young, younger than I'd even say.

The way her hair swayed as she walked reminded me of Neji for some reason and her face looked like someone else, but I couldn't get a clear idea as her glasses covered her eyes quite well.

Why was she wearing sunglasses indoors anyway?

She led us down a hallway and I kept my distance from Kiba as we followed. I was very skeptical of this whole thing now and I just have a bad feeling that I'm not going to like any of it. Was I maybe fearing that whatever was bothering Kiba has something to do with me?

"Here we are." Hanabi smiled as she opened the door and revealed the traditionally decorated office with an adequate amount of light. It was my first time seeing a therapist, but this place definitely did look like what they had on TV, the perfect place to just spill your heart out.

"Good afternoon gentlemen!" An older lady greeted us from her desk.

"Good aftertoon, Miss Chiyo. Pleasure seeing you again." Kiba replied as Hanabi closed the door behind us.

"Likewise Kiba, but please call me Chiyo, we've been over that before." She smiled.

"Yeah, sorry it's a habit at this point." He chuckled before turning to me. "Uh, this is Naruto, he'll be accompanying me for today's meeting."

"Really? And here I thought it was wedding invitation." She teased to which made Kiba chuckle.

"Oh! Good afternoon, Miss Chiyo! Sorry about the late greeting." I apologized after realizing that I hadn't said a word since I set foot in here.

"It's no trouble, darling. Please both of you have a seat and let's see what I can do for you."

We followed her instructions and I drew my seat back slightly because this wasn't about me, so o thought it would be best to give Kiba the center of attention, but I guess he figured I'd do that because he held onto the handle of the chair.

"Let go..." I hissed in a low tone.

"I want you next to me."

"I don't care, let go of the chair Kiba..." I warned but he didn't listen, not that he had the time for it anyway because Chiyo cleared her throat to get our attention back to the matter at hand.

"Shall we begin?" She asked.

"Yes." Kiba replied, his hand still gripping tightly onto the chair. "There's been a problem in my behavior recently and I think I need your help in finding out what's wrong and how I can fix it."

"A problem in your behavior?"

"Yes..."

"What do you mean by that Kiba?" She asked, now leaning forward after scribbling something down.

"I haven't been feeling like myself. Every time I look in the mirror it's like I'm looking at someone else who just has my face. He says he is me, but that's not who I feel I am." He explained. "I feel like I'm someone else, living a life that has nothing to do with my own decisions, but other people."

"How long have you been feeling this way?" She asked.

"Hard to say, it been sometime now." He sighed, stroking his free arm through his hair. "I keep switching between the real me and that guy that I don't even know when I haven't been me."

"So you're saying you feel conflicted between the real you and the you that is a projection of what others think about you?" She asked, scribbling down more notes.

"Y-Yeah I guess so..."

Just what was happening right now?

Have I been so blinded in my own problems that I haven't even realized that Kiba has been suffering with this for Kaguya knows how long?

But how?

He always gave this bad boy 'I do what the fuck I want' energy and will beat that ideology into anyone who tries to tell him otherwise. Here I was accusing him of being such a Fraud when this entire time he was just as lost as I was.

I hate to admit it, but what he was going through felt a lot similar to me. Was I being a hypocrite for acting this way towards him?

When it was me, he put me first and made sure I was happy and comfortable. He shared his deepest secrets, passions and feelings with me and I just giving him shit about him being a delinquent when in reality he was just lost.

Just like me.

Why was I so fucking hard on him when he was just like me? This wasn't fucking fair to him.

"But Kiba, what would you describe as your true self and why would you not want to show everyone that side of you?"

"Because I fear they wouldn't accept who I was, they'd be ashamed of me and I'd lose them." He replied, pulling even more strings within my heart as it felt so personal to me with every word he said.

I could feel myself leaning forward and reaching for him. I wanted to comfort him the same way he tried to comfort, to apologize for the shit I put him through, to apologize for the possibility of breaking his heart and tossing his feelings for me to the side and to finally come clean about me and Sasuke.

That is, until I realized something.

"My friends, my lover and my family." He continued, making me pause and pull my hand back as a memory came to me.

Kiba didn't want me to be like this because he feared I'd do the same as his father. He's never been the type of person to be someone who he wasn't and I remember this from the argument he had with his mother as well as what his friends and even I have noticed about him.

He has always been a guy who did as he pleased without giving a single fuck what anyone else thought right down to even his tattoos.

So if what he was saying was obviously a fucking lie, then why was he lying to this lady.

"Is that so?" She asked.

"Yes, it is and all want is for it stop. I clearly have a problem that I wasn't willing to believe at first, but now I'm ready to be, I don't want to be a Fraud anymore."

That right there, hit the head on the nail.

"Son of a bitch..." I muttered in disbelief after solving just what was happening, gaining both their attention, but importantly Kiba's attention that didn't even look concerned at my reaction because he knew what he was doing.

"Is there a problem, Naruto?" Chiyo asked in a low tone, pausing her notes for a moment.

"Yeah, it looks like it." I replied, looking directly at Kiba. "Kiba can I have a talk with you privately, please?"

"No, anything you have to say to me, you can say it right here." He challenged. "Unless it isn't that important."

"Are you serious right now?" I spat.

"Does I look like the Joker right now?"

"Alright, no need to argue! We can just discuss this with respect for each other." Chiyo raised her hands trying to deflect the tension that Kiba and I were rapidly building within the room.

"Respect?! He wouldn't know respect if it bit him on the nose!" I seethed, reaching my absolute limit with this guy and his bullshit.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, getting on my last nerve.

It was one thing to orchestrate this whole thing, but it was another to sit there and pretend like I didn't catch you red handed.

"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IT MEANS! DON'T SIT HERE AND ACT LIKE I'M A FUCKING IDIOT!"

"Naruto-" Chiyo gasped.

"Lower your voice!" Kiba ordered, but I didn't give a shit this time. I was tired of him and his bullshit.

"Or what!? You're gonna fuck me again?!" I spat, with the intention of hurting his feelings just like he was hurting mine.

"Shut up! You're not well in the head so be quiet before you say something you'll regret and keep the profanity at a minimum will you?" He argued.

"Like you're one to talk!" I rebelled, sitting up in my seat and leaning closer to him. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuckity! Fuck! Fuck!"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" He yelled, tossing back his chair as he faced me, his eyes and face were almost as red as the tattoos on his back, normally I'd retreat after seeing him so angry.

But, he's hurt me before and he was hurting me now, so what could possibly lose if I listened to him anymore.

"AND I SAID FUCK NO!" Standing to my feet as well and tossing my chair back just as he did. I wasn't going to let this one slide, not again.

"NARUTO-"

"NO! YOU KNOW YOU HAVE SOME FUCKING NERVE TO BE TELLING ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN'T SAY! I AM GROWN AND I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT!"

"WHICH IS THIS? YOU THINK THIS IS WHAT GROWN MEN DO!? ACT LIKE A CHILD!"

"AS IF LYING MAKES IT ANY BETTER?" I pointed out.

"AGAIN WITH LYING SHIT-"

"YEAH AGAIN!" I breathed heavily, as I felt like I was about to pass out from going toe to toe with him. "You know why you brought me here and you're gonna pretend that I'm lying or jumping to conclusions again. You can't look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that all of this is about you! I KNOW YOU, Kiba!"

"..."

"I want the truth, and if you say that I'm lying and it's not what I think it is then I'm walking through that door, and so help me Kaguya if you come running after me I'll-"

"You're right." He interrupted, looking deep into my soul as he spoke the truth. "You're not jumping to anything this time, you're absolutely right. This wasn't about me."

"...Why?"

"Why what?"

"WHY did you bring me here?"

"Would have come another way?"

"NO!"

"Well that's why! Naruto, you need help! I could've dragged you here if I wanted to, but I wanted you to make that decision on your own."

"So you lied to me?"

"I had to! I notice you were drawing right back to square one and I knew if I didn't act fast then I'd lose you!"

"Lose me to what?"

"Don't play dumb with me. You always being out of the dorm, always on your phone, you not wanting to spend time with me anymore, barely talking to me, treating me like a second option, barely touching me or never for that matter. I left high school longer than you did, I'm not stupid!" He explained with balled up fist.

"..."

"There was someone else..." he continued. "But whoever that person was he or she wasn't seeing you the way I did. They were with a fake!"

Just like that, he read me like an open book. I don't even think there was anything at this point that I could say or do that he wouldn't be one step ahead of, the only thing I guess he didn't know was that the person I was seeing was my new fiancé.

Would that hurt him?

Would it make him cry?

Would he feel like how I felt when I saw him with Kankuro?

"Like you and Kankuro..." I mumbled as a silent tear slipped from my eye. It felt like I had lost something wonderful with Kiba and that tear represented the last of it.

"Why are you mentioning him?" He said with gritted teeth.

"Why not? Don't think I'm the only one with secrets.."

"This isn't about secrets Naruto this about you getting help! Whatever Kankuro did or said to you just get it out of your head!"

"..."

"I don't care what you and that other person have done together, all I care about is you making yourself a priority." He requested in a soft tone as he held his hands out to me, I wanted to take them, but all I could think about was him and Kankuro yesterday.

"I don't believe you!" I defied against him, it was like a battlefield in my mind and I was siding with the side that wanted me to go against him.

"What?!"

"Don't think you're any more innocent than I am! I've seen you 'going to classes' and coming back late at night, even having those bruises that you used to have, and don't even think for a second I didn't see you with Kankuro yesterday. You want to talk about being with other guys then you should start from there and not try to throw anything on my like I'm the one to blame!" I began to explain.

"You keep treating me like I'm a second choice and changing your behavior on me like I don't even matter to you, then you claim to say you love me! How can you say you have that type of feeling for someone and then behave the way that you do!" I spat, finally having the opportunity to speak my mind to him and let him know how frustrated I am with him.

"You're nothing but a liar!"

"Just like you!" He spat.

"I've never-"

"Don't even start with that bullshit. You're the victim here, but I had to do what I did to teach you a lesson."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, not wanting to believe a thing he was about to say.

"This whole thing Naruto! Doesn't it seem fucking familiar to you!?" He yelled with frustration written all over his face. "I never lied about my feelings for you and what you saw with me and Kankuro was just a figment of your own fucking imagination because I was serious when I said I was finished with him."

"I saw the both of you!"

"You saw us together for a second!"

"He touched you though!"

"And then I flashed him off," He spat, never breaking eye contact with me as he spoke. ",but I'm guessing you didn't stay long enough to see that part, did you?"

"..."

"That was never apart of my plan Naruto, I'd never use him as a means to teach you a lesson. But everything else was within my intentions." He confessed.

"What do you mean apart of your plan?" I asked, still seething within.

"Just like you figured out earlier," He replied as he glanced at Chiyo and then back at me. ", this meeting wasn't for me, it was the only way I saw that I could get you help...The help that you need."

"The help that I need? THE HELP THAT I NEED!?" I yelled, my voice raising higher than I intended for it. "JUST WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN!? I NEVER ASKED ANYONE FOR HELP-"

"NOBODY HAS TO ASK FOR HELP I CAN SEE IT ON YOUR FUCKING FACE!" Kiba retorted.

"THATS THE PROBLEM!" I stressed. "YOU KEEP SAYING THAT THIS AND THAT IS MY PROBLEM BUT YOUR ARE THE ONE ALWAYS SOLVING IT! HOW CAN IT BE MY PROBLEM WHEN I DON'T SEE IT AS ONE IN THE FIRST PLACE!?"

"...."

I couldn't believe it. For the first time I've rendered Kiba utterly speechless. The way his mouth trembled in anger but he couldn't say a single thing.

Was I right?

"Y-You say you love me and that you want what's best for me. But that I don't know what I want and that you have to come down to lying to me and set this whole fucking scheme for that! Treating me the way that I make you feel, but I'm still not right in the head?" I spat, holding back the mixed emotions that I couldn't even begin to express properly.

"Is that how you treat someone you love? Lying to them, fooling them, embarrassing them. All the things that you didn't want other people to me, you're doing it yourself."

"Naruto..." He tried.

"Fucking save it." I ordered, not wanting to hear another word of it. "I just wanna go back to campus and leave this all behind us."

"Fine I'll take you back."

"No! I'll walk."

"Naruto you can't-"

"Stop telling me what to do! You obviously don't know what you're doing and I've been doing great following my little fraudulent lifestyle before you came along!"

"I think it's best we just, not do this anymore."

"Not do what?"

"Us." I finished as I bolted through the door. "You're a bad guy and I'm just as bad so let's do the world a favor and just fuck off."

"NARUTO!" I heard him yell, but there was no turning back. I said what I said and I meant it, right?

It doesn't matter how much pressure I felt in my chest I wasn't going to turn around, I wasn't going to turn back and run into his arms. All of this wasn't just because of him, it was because of me too, I'm willing to acknowledge that.

The only solution to fix this is to stop what we've come too and put a rest to it. Whether he liked it or not, it was my decision right?

It's what he wanted, right?

It's what I wanted, right?

I ran out into the town, never stopping to even catch my breath. The other pedestrians watch me with shock expressions, but I just kept going. It was better that way.

For me and for everyone else, this was the only way, right?

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So Fraud received 17K reads today and even though I'm still not feeling 100, this is a milestone for it and I've honestly had this chapter editing for the longest now.

It's so complicated and touchy for me to write and I've written it over and over again, but then I realized it's from Naruto's point of view so, this is his mindset and that's what makes it so complex.

I really did write myself into a ditch 💀

But I think it's ready to be published, sorry it's so short though (short for me that is because it's literally 5K words) lol. But I'm hoping to be better soon so I can get this book finished for you guys ❤️

Thank you for reading and I'm hoping to see y'all soon ✨