so this is really, really not edited. to be honest, i'm not please with it. i'm actually too tired to go back over it. horrible author aren't i?

anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIBA!!

and i don't own Naruto or Kiba.

#1 Blow.

If the wind sounded angry, then the thunder was pissed. The two found shelter in an abandoned home, while returning from their mission. The trees blown, so hard the tops nearly touched the ground. There were no lights, but the amount of lightning kept the living room they were in bright. This was when Kiba learned Sakura's fear of thunderstorms. Kiba would have never told anyone of his feelings for her, until he was sure of them himself. His opportunity came when the room was flooded with lightning for ten minutes straight. He pulled her close, stroking her back, and blowing on the back of her neck to comfort her. If he didn't have the canine hearing, he would not have heard her whisper, "Never let me go."

#12 Hero.

Hero was not a word Sakura was use to hearing about herself. She recognized Naruto, Shino, and Kiba as heroes. Even Neji or Kakashi sensei. They were heroes who on mission after mission were pushed to near death protecting their village. So when Kiba was asked by the academy students, on Parents' Day, who his hero was, without missing a beat named his wife. Sakura's head snapped to his direction. "Why you may ask," he continued. "Because after we're done playing hero, she's truly the hero that brings us back to life."

#36 Whine.

A slow whine was heard from the three year old at his feet.

"Bed pup, now." Kiba instructed. He swatted the boy with the newspaper. More whining. Kiba loved his kids, all four, but he never understood how Sakura hadn't manage to kill one of them.

He felt guilty for being gone so often and leaving her here with them. And now all four are sick and twice as whiney. Plus he was starting to feel a little feverish. Since Sakura was away on a mission, he was left in charge. Kiba did the next best thing he could do. He called his mom. Tsume listened to the voice whine over the phone. She finally relented and agreed to come over to help. 'Funny how at his age, he can still sound like a pup.' Tsume thought as she approached the house with chicken noodle soup.

#21 Move.

There was a moment, a single, small, quiet moment after he and Sakura were together that Kiba loved. It was that few seconds of a connection that kept him still. He was frozen and didn't want her to move. It was almost as if her were in a trance. The hormones racing to his brain screaming at him to take her again. To pull her even closer to him, but something stopped him. It was his mind saying, 'Don't move, don't spoil it.'

#26 Please.

Kiba never begged. Ever. How is it that the dog nin found himself whispering, "Please, more Sakura." Over and over. Each night the dream had him begging the pink haired girl. His voice crying out to her and feeling as if he were on fire from her touch. Normally this would not be a problem, but Kiba was sharing a tent with Shikamaru, who didn't appreciate the Inuzuka male humping his leg.

#46 Sexiness.

In a bar with a few beers and a bunch of married men, sexiness is a lot different than reality. These very foolish, or drunk men would describe a woman of perfect proportions. Long hair and soft skin, purring like a kitten. But get these men home in front of their girlfriends or wives, and sexiness takes on a whole new meaning. Kiba often wondered if any of those other men at the bar that night would understand just how sexy it is too see your wife in your t shirt as she hugged your pillow, trying to fill your empty side of the bed. Probably not.

#6 Chain.

A simple chain, was what he wanted to give her. He looked all the choices over until one struck his eye. This night had to be perfect, and he had to have to perfect gift. The vendor placed the necklace in a box and wrapped it in pink paper. Sakura gasped as she opened the gift. Inscribed on the gold necklace were those three words he was so nervous about saying. She flung herself on the tracker.

"I love you too!" Sakura shouted with glee.

#16 Ride.

Akamaru hated for anyone other than Kiba to ride on him. It made him feel like a horse, which he was not. Having Kiba on his back was more intimate. It reinforced their bond as best friends. Kiba knew this, so only in extreme emergencies would Kiba even suggest to Akamaru that he allow someone to ride his back. Like when Kiba's human best friend, Shino was hurt on a mission. That is why when Akamaru nudged the pink haired kunoichi onto his back, Kiba knew there was something special about her.

#31 Rush.

Patience was not a word often associated with on Inuzuka Kiba. Or really with any Inuzuka. He hurried through meals, until Sakura showed him how to slow down, and enjoy her company. He rushed through reports, so he could join her in bed. But now here she was in a hospital bed, and he was in no rush for her to wake up. The A ranked mission had taken it's toll on her, and he wanted her to rest and recover. He was in no hurry to have to tell her of the child they lost, that they didn't even know she was carrying. The top of his shirt was still wet from his own tears, and he stroked her hand hoping with just a little hope, the dream that made her smile in her sleep was more pleasant than the reality that awaited her.

#41 Yellow.

Kiba hated the color yellow. For someone that sees with his nose often more than his eyes, many things were given a color. The hospital for example, was a dingy and sickly shade of yellow. He hated the hospital even more. That was until he fell in love. The girl with the pink hair, that basked in the rich shade of green, worked at the ugly yellow hospital. Each day he would find a reason to be near her there. The ugly yellow began to fade. It was replaced with the green that surrounded Sakura. The green a color of the forest and everything that Kiba loved. One day he turned around to see no more yellow, only the pink haired girl, so full of love for him, it poured out of her.

i'll be doing ten on gaara too, but i need to rest. guess who got sick from their six year old??

review if you have the strength.

terri