A Gaara One Shot


It was a beautiful day in Konoha, the sun was shinning, the birds were singing and people were buzzing around the market place.

I lifted my shopping bag up from the ground and slipped my right arm through the straps so it would rest on my shoulder as I bid good day to the shop owner.

I pulled my long, black pony tail over my left shoulder as I sighed. It was rare I got a day like this. One where I could just relax.

My younger brother, Sasuke, was no longer going down the dark path I had feared. The akatsuki was dealt with. The great war was over. The Hokage, Kakashi, ordered me to take the day off, saying after everything that had occurred I deserved a day where I was resting instead of training.

Ever since I was 14 years old I had earned the rank of Jounin, prior to that I was part of the anbu blackops since I was 9. At that age, my elder brother, Itachi, slaughtered my clan. He did it to save Sasuke and myself. The 3rd Hokage had called us in, knowing we were both unrivalably loyal and just. I had known nothing about the Uchiha plans prior to that meeting. Itachi then made me promise to take care of our little brother. A promise, that for many years, I thought I failed. I took care of Sasuke for 6 tough years before he left.

My entire life had been training and caring for him. As a daughter I wasn’t exactly well loved, especially by my father. So I trained day and night to prove myself. That, somehow, wound up with me being one of the strongest shinobi to ever come out of Konoha.

Perhaps it was through my dedication and determination to protect and serve that I allowed certain aspects of myself to get weaker. Communication outside of missions, knowledge about my feelings and willingness to accept them, my preferences.

I didn’t really have any super close friends, I had friends but non who really knew what I was thinking. I understood my feelings, however because of my loyalty to my position and village I never acted on them not wanting them to affect me in battle or compromise my, or worse the village’s, possition. As for preferences, I wasn’t girly. I wanted to be, but it wasn’t practical. I wanted to be like all those other girls who could strut down the street in dresses and heels, with their faces painted all pretty and their long hair flowing behind them. However, that was never practical. I always prided myself with being ready at a moment’s notice. So my wardrobe mostly consisted of shorts, t-shirts and muscle shirts. I did own fish nets and wrappings and wore them quite often, but it wasn’t the same.

I paused for a moment on my way back to my apartment and sighed. I was thinking way too much about that. Those weren’t the kind of things I should dwell on. Sasuke is back. The akatsuki are taken care of. All the villages are at peace with one another. And I have the day off.

“Hey! Kaya!”

I looked over my shoulder at were the call was coming from.

Kankuro and Temari were walking up to me.

I turned around and greeted them with a warm smile, “Hey, what brings you guys here?”

“We’re escorting Gaara.” Temari informed me, “He’s in a meeting with Kakashi. We thought we’d take a walk around and see some old faces.”

“Well it’s good to see you guys too.” I told them.

“Speaking of which,” Kankuro directed, “How’ve you been holding up knowing about your brother?”

“Kankuro!” Temari snarled.

I shook my head, “It’s okay, Temari.” I told her, “It’s been weird, I’ll be honest there. I do find it a little bit unfair simply because of what he managed to pull off for us during the war. Yet at the same time I understand the need for this kind of punishment after what he had done against us. And after so long of him being gone, it’s nice to know exactly where he is.”

“You seem to be taking it well.” Kankuro noted.

I shrugged, “It’s part of being a shinobi I suppose.”

“Say,” Temari said gaining my attention, “Gaara’s going to be in a meeting all day. Do you wanna head to the bathhouse with us? We don’t have on in Suna.”

It was obvious to me that Temari was trying to change the subject to make me feel better.

“That sounds like fun.” I told her, “I have to run some stuff back home really quick though. So how about I meet you guys there?”

“Alright.” She said with a nod, “But if you aren’t there within 10 minutes of us I’m hunting you down myself.”

I nodded as Kankuro rolled his eyes.

“I’ll see you there.” I said and bowed before turning and leaving.

I continued on my way, walking down the back alley leading to my apparent building. I made my way up the stairs as I took out my key from my pocket. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing it behind me. I toed off my blue shoes and stepped into the hallway. I walked down it and ducked into the kitchen, quickly putting my groceries in the fridge and cupboards.

Once I was done  I exited the kitchen and was about to head into the bathroom to gather up some of my toiletries for the bathhouse, but something caught my eye.

I turned my head towards the window in the living room where something was off. The window was open, not like I left it, on the sill was a fresh cut, white lily.

I sighed before padding across room to pick up the flower and close the window. I didn’t have to look at the sill to know there was a small amount of sand there. I put the lily in a vase in the kitchen before going into the bathroom to gather my things.

Every time he was at the village he found me, and he left me a flower.

I showed him kindness when he was young and I was on a mission in Suna. Before I left he gave be a desert rose as a token of friendship, which I had preserved in resin shortly after coming home. However because I lived so far away I couldn’t be there for him like he deserved.

It wasn’t that I didn’t have feelings towards the red head. After the pain he went through in his childhood, dealing with the Shukaku, going through the trails of becoming a Kage, leading the great shinobi war. It was admirable to say the least. Because of that it was obvious he was dedicated, intelligent, loyal, caring, skilled as a shinobi. He was attractive physically too, there was never any denying any of that.

My 1 issue about accepting my feelings for the young Kazekage was his position. I was only a Jonin of a faded clan, and he was the leader of a nation, more than likely with many, much more suitable, suitors at his disposal.

I always had it in my head, ever since I was little, my life was going to go 1 of 2 ways. The first; I was going to become a respectable and high ranked shinobi who became K.I.A. in a mission so their allies could complete the mission or return to the village safely and possibly get reinforcements. The second; as a daughter, I had assumed my father(who was the head of the clan) or the Hokage, would have married me off to another clan or village to keep peace. With the war over and Gaara being the Kazekage, neither of those were paths for me to follow that intertwined with his.

I opened the front door and tapped the toe of my shoe on the cement of the inside of my apartment before closing and locking it and heading on my way up the mountain to the hot springs.

As I approached the entrance to the hot spring I saw Temari and Konkuro standing there with a variety of other people, including: Naruto, Sakura, Lee, Tenten, Ino, Kiba, Shikamaru and Choji.

“Took you long enough.” Temari smirked as she saw me.

“Sorry.” I said with a smile, “My head’s been else where.”

“Doesn’t matter!” Naruto cut in, “Let’s just go in already.”

We all sort of sighed but followed the blonde inside anyway.

“I just feel sorry Hinata couldn’t come.” Sakura said as she washed Ino’s back.

“It’s fine.” Temari said as she dumped hot water on her head to clean out the suds, “I get she’s busy. I was actually surprised, Kaya had said yes.”

I looked over at her from where I was shampooing.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Temari?” I asked her.

“Just that you always seem to be working.” She said and stood up, having finished cleaning herself, “And when you aren’t working you’re training like crazy.”

I shrugged and turned back to the wall, not really sure how to respond to the truth like that.

“How else do you think she got that good?” Tenten defended, “It’s those who work the hardest at what they believe in that go the furthest.”

“But if you’re always working,” Temari countered, “And don’t make time for relaxation and rest your body will be over exerted. But it’s more than just that.”

I felt Temari behind me, she knelt down and wrapped her arms around my neck bringing me into a hug.

“I like hanging out with you Kaya,” She told me with a smile, “I rarely come to this village, and because of it rarely get to hang out with you, so obviously I don’t like the way you always push yourself.”

“Sorry.” I told the blonde looking over my shoulder at her, our noses practically touching, “It’s just something I’m used to.”

“Well get unused to it.” Temari scolded and stood back up, “Besides, I happen to know, under good authority, a certain red head who has the hots for you.”

I looked over my shoulder at her in disbelief.

“Oh my gosh!” Ino gasped, “Really, Gaara of all people like Kaya!?”

“Why is that such a surprise!?” Sakura snapped at the blonde in anger.

“Kaya’s always cold and serious, never showing interest in anyone.” Ino started, “And Gaara of all people, if stone cold and static had a face it would be him. It just doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Ever thought he just doesn’t like feminine women.” Sakura snapped.

I sighed softly to myself and dumped water on my head to get the shampoo out of my hair. They both had their points.

“Do you two really have to talk like she isn’t here!” Tenten all but screamed at the 2 of them, “She has feelings you know.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, Kaya.” Sakura said.

“Yeah, sorry. It was just surprising.” Ino added.

“It’s alright.” I told them, “But take what someone says with a grain of salt.” I added, “You don’t know what’s true until you go to the source.”

I then stood and made my way to the bath to join Temari.

“Does that mean you’re going to ask Gaara when we see him next?” Temari asked with a knowing smirk.

“No.” I said shortly, submerging myself in the hot water, “Kazekage-sama has every right to his privacy. Aside from that, even though you’re his sister, it may be incorrect, then I have projected assumptions onto him which may cause a rift between Konoha and Suna. Something I will not be responsible for.”

“Blindly loyal too.” Ino added quietly.

I rolled my eyes and sunk further into the water, I didn’t want to hear anything more from any of them about this.

I walked down the hall of the Hokage building and knocked on the door when I came to it. The Hokage had called me in today, apparently I had mission on a special request.

“Come in.” I heard from the other side.

I opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind me. I walked up to the desk and bowed.

“You wished to see me, Hokage-sama.” I said.

“Kaya, we’ve gone over this, repeatedly.” He told me with a little smile, “It’s just Kakashi, nothing more, nothing less. But that’s besides the point isn’t it.”

He paused and stared at me, “The Kazekage had requested this of you himself.”

I straightened up, waiting in anticipation to hear what was needed of me.

“He would like of you to spend the day with him.” I was told, my face dropped for a moment. Of all the things He wanted of me, the Kazekage of the sand wanted to spend a day with me of all people.

“At his request you are to address him Gaara, not Kazekage-sama, treating him as a friend from dawn until dusk. This is your mission, you do have the opportunity to refuse it.”

“The Kazekage of the sand had specifically requested me for this mission.” I stated, “I don’t know for what purpose and I don’t know why, but if I refuse a mission coming directly from him it could cause great tension between villages. I refuse to allow that happen on my watch. I accept.”

He nodded, “Then you will find Gaara waiting for you at the training grounds.”

I nodded.

“You are dismissed, Kaya.” The Hokage tole me.

I bowed and turned leaving the room, and closing the door behind me.

I stayed under the shade of the trees in the training grounds as I watched Naruto and Gaara spare a little.

“You’ve gotten better.” Gaara noted to the blonde.

“Yeah, I’m not going to let you be that far a head of me for long, Gaara.” Naruto told him.

“I expect nothing less.” The red head told him, “I’m sorry to cut this interaction short, Naruto, but-”

“I know, I know.” Naruto cut in, “You got things to do. Thanks for taking the time though. I’ll see ya’ later!” The blonde then took off running, most likely to Ichiraku’s.

The red head sighed as he watched his friend take off. I approached slowly from my position.

“Good morning, Gaara-sama.” I said as I came up beside him.

The red head turned to me in surprise, I had never used his name to address him since he became Kazekage.

“Good morning, Kaya.” He told me with a gentle smile, “I’m glad you accepted.”

“It’s not every day that I get a mission from a Kage of another village.” I informed him, “Though, I must say that I’m surprised about the details.”

“I couldn’t think of any other way to hang out with you as equals.” He told me, “Though, even that seems to not be 100% fool proof.”

“I’m sorry, Gaara-sama, but our titles still hold as they are. I’m afraid that’s the best I can do in terms of informalities.” I said to him.

His smile faded as I told him this but he nodded anyway, “Would you like to go for a walk with me?”

I nodded with a little smile, “I’d like that.”

Walking shoulder to shoulder we made our way out of the training grounds towards town, up and down the streets. We were just talking, catching up, letting little things off our chests.

“The rebuild had certainly gone well.” Gaara noted as we were walking down a back alley, “It’s almost like you can’t tell it was destroyed.”

I nodded, “Everyone pulled together, so the rebuild went very fast.”

“I’m sure you’re conflicted about your brother aswell.” He added.

I just shrugged before saying, “I suppose, you get used to these sorts of things.” I told him, “Being a shinobi, loss is almost a synonym. It’s unfortunate, but it’s just how things are.”

“I don’t believe you should lose anything ever again, Kaya.” Gaara told me, stopping and turning to face me. I did the same.

“That’s very kind of you, Gaara-sama.” I told him, “But I don’t think I have much else I could lose. My family. My village. The Hokage. I think the only thing I have left that’s of note is my life.”

“What about your friends?” He asked.

I looked up at him, he had grown to be about an inch or 2 taller than me. His face had matured quite a lot since he had first become Kazekage. His sea foam eyes were still unreadable to me not matter how hard I tried. His bright red hair was still messy, but considerably less than it had been before.

“I would die, before I let another person I hold dear die.” I all but hissed, “I lost too many in the war for me to be able to handle that again.”

My black eyes bore into him as I said that. I meant every singe word. I would never let that happen again.

The sounds of a stomach growl cut through my glare. I saw Gaara’s face become flush as the sound reached both of our ears.

I put my hand over my mouth to try to stop the giggle from coming out.

“Gaara-sama,” I said to him with a smile, “If you were getting hungry you should have told me.”

He said nothing, just looked away.

“Where do we want to go?” I asked him, “Ramen? Sushi? Bbq? Nabe? Curry? Sandwiches? Help me out here, I can’t read your mind.”

“What do you prefer?” He asked, still embarrassed.

“I know it’s spring, but I’m really feeling nabe.” I told him.

“Let’s get that then.” He said.

“Alright, I know the best restaurant too.” I said and started walking, him following, “My favorite pot that they have is the vegetable one. It always has beautiful seasonal vegetables in it, mushrooms, and both buckwheat and konjaku noodles in it. I personally like to get it in chicken broth rather than beef or vegetable, but we can get whichever you’d prefer. I’m just letting you know my experience, Gaara-sama.”

“It sounds delicious.” He told me, the embarrassment fleeing from his voice.

“It is.” I told him, “I just hope you’re a big eater.”

“Why’s that?” He asked in concern.

“I never really eat much.” I admitted, “Don’t get me wrong I eat until I’m full, but that just never seems to be as much as everyone else.”

“Whatever you don’t eat, I will.” Gaara assured me, “Especially if it’s as good as you say it is.”

Gaara sat next to me as we were perched on top of a cliff that overlooked the entire village. The sun was beginning to set and the entire landscape was bathed in a yellow-orange light.

We sat in a comfortable silence enjoying the view.

“So, tell me,” I said finally, breaking the silence, “Why did you really want to spend the day with me?”

The red head gave me the smallest ghost of a smile as he replied, “I don’t think you would believe me.” He told me in his deep, raspy voice.

I smiled, pulled my legs up from dangling over the edge of the cliff, brought my thighs up to my chest and turned to face him fully.

“Try me, Gaara-sama.” I urged him.

Gaara rose and dusted himself off before extending a hand to me, silently asking me to stand with him.

I took his pale hand in my tanned and scared one, allowing him to help me stand.

“I know you’ve never been the kind of person to cross boundries like this,” He started, not letting go of my hand as he spoke, “But a person like you, Kaya, only comes around once in a lifetime. A person who will do any and everything they can for what they believe in, to grow as powerful and as dedicated as you. Someone with that much passion and love in your heart, and strength that can’t be matched.”

“These are very kind words of you to say, Gaara-sama.” I said thinking he was done.

“Kaya,” Gaara started, some emotion I couldn’t place shadowing his eyes, “You have shown me love. And I have grown you love you back. I know we never had a romantic relationship to support me saying this. But I do love you, Kaya. And I want to wake up every morning to be loved by you, so I never forget how you make me feel.”

I could not believe what I was hearing, “Gaara-sama?” I asked slowly, not sure what he was getting at.

“Kaya,” He said slowly as he took a step back from me, let go of my hand, reached into his pocket for something, and he got it he knelt down on one knee before me.

One of my hands went over my mouth as I shook my head not wanting to believe this.

“Will you marry me?” He asked with such a beautiful smile on his face.

“This is wrong.” I managed out, trying not to cry.

“Do you not feel the same way?” Gaara asked, seeming hurt.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel!” I all but yelled at him.

Gaara rose very fast and all but glared down at me, “I’m asking you to tell me how you feel and you insist it’s wrong?”

“My feelings have nothing to do with it!” I insisted, “You are the Kazekage of the sand, you more than likely have hundreds if not thousands of much more suitable potential suitors than a Leaf shinobi!”

“Kaya.” Gaara barked at me, “I don’t care about any other girls that are out there, I want to be with you. I want you to know that. And as Kazekage I hereby order you to forget about titles and positions and what’s considered correct and what’s not for a minute and tell me what you feel right now, with me.”

I let out a small hiccup before answering, “I feel so unbelievably happy right not. I feel like I want to jump into your arms and kiss you and cry, and tell you I feel the same way. I feel so overwhelmed with emotions I almost can’t express them as well as I want to.” I wiped my eyes with the backs of my hands, not wanting to look him in the eye.

After a few seconds of silence between us, his pale, slender fingers hooked under my chin and made me look at him. His eyes were such a beautiful shade of blue in that moment, it made my knees go weak.

“Then do all of it, Kaya.” He told me and gently pressed his lips against mine.

The kiss was gentle his lips were soft and cool. I was so happy because I was finally able to express my emotions for him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him down closer to me. Gaara wrapped his arms around my waist and gently pulled me close to him not wanting to hurt me.

We pulled away for some air, we still held each other close. Gaara rested his forehead on mine after he pulled my headband down towards my neck. He bore his blue eyes into my black ones.

“So, will you marry me, Kaya?” He asked, almost desperately.

“I would love to, Gaara.” I said with a smile and pressed a light kiss onto his nose, “Because I love you.”

Gaara only smiled wide and pulled me closer.


Something In Between(Kiba One-shot)


Naruto fell over laughing once he gained sight of me, Choji not too far behind him. Shikamaru appeared genuinely confused for a moment after seeing me, and Kiba. Well, Kiba had this sort of expression I could not read no matter how hard I tried.

“Keep laughing and I will rip out your spines.” I snarled at the two who only calmed down for a moment before laughing harder.

“I can’t take you serious.” Naruto got out between laughs.

“What are you even wearing?” Choji giggled.

I felt my face heat up. Kiba and I had gotten together almost a month ago, he had given me a new found confidence to be girly like I kinda wanted to. So I had gone out with my mother a couple days prior to this and bought a pretty purple and black, plaid, pleated skirt which I was wearing with fish nets underneath and a normal t-shirt. I had thought my friends would be supportive, but this was not at all the reaction I was hoping for.

“Look, I’m all for you wanting to try out new looks and get comfortable as a woman, Kohaku,” Shikamaru started, “But are going to turn into one of those girls who’s obsessed with her appearance and boys and all that jazz?”

I shook my head furiously.

“Hell no.” I snarled and crossed my arms over my chest, “I just wanted to try something new, and I guess it’s clearly not getting any good reviews.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Kiba finally said, “But are you doing this because you want to?” He said that in a teasing manner.

I glared at him, “Of course. Why, do you think I would go through the trouble of something like this for your?”

“Only a little.” He then began to chuckle.

I was at the end of my nerves and punched in the jaw sending him back a few feet and onto his ass.

“You’re supposed to be supportive of me.” I hissed at him, before turning my attention to the two who were still on the ground but not longer laughing, “And do I really look so different that you two couldn’t help yourselves from busting a gut laughing at me, without any regard for how I feel?!”

They were both silent as they looked down.

“It was hard enough for me to even ask my mom to go shopping with me for something like this, let alone work up the courage to wear it outside. And all you two have done is made me not want to do something like this again, when, if I recall, it was you two a few days ago who were complaining that since I’m dating Kiba I should actually start to try to act like a girl.” I huffed, feeling good that I finally got that off of my chest.

“Sorry Kohaku.” Choji started.

“Yeah, sorry.” Naruto added.

“We just weren’t really expecting it. And after so long of seeing you as a boy, it was just a little funny.” Choji told me, “I’m not saying that should excuse us, but it’s our reasoning.”

“And why did you get violent with me!?” Kiba finally snapped.

I turned and glared at him, “I was hoping that when I did this your eyes would light up and you smile and say something like ‘it looks good on you’ or ‘I like it’. You know, some sort of positive reinforcement to help me feel a little less awkward.”

Kiba sighed, “Sorry, okay. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do this for me, or because one of the guys says to.”

“I wouldn’t do it because of that.” I told him, no longer angry, “I’ve actually been thinking of doing something like this for a while. But I never had the nerve to do it until we got together. I figured I actually had a reason now.”

We all stood there awkwardly for a minute or two before someone broke the silence.

“Well, you do look good like that.” Kiba finally said.

“Thank you.” I said with a smile.

“Good, now that that’s all cleared up.” Choji interjected, “We’re going to get BBQ, right?”

We all sorta chuckled.

“Yes, Choji.” I said with a sigh.

So we all started on our way into town in towards a frequented restaurant.

“Hey, Shikamaru, Choji!”

I inwardly cringed hearing that voice.

“Naruto and Kiba too.”

I sighed a little to myself waiting for shit to hit the fan.

“Hey! Sakura! Ino!” Naruto called to the two girls approaching us.

“What are guys up to?” Sakura asked.

“Heading to get some BBQ, you guys wanna come with?” Naruto offered.

“Kahaku?” Ino questioned leaning towards me.

“Hi.” I said shortly.

“What the hell are you wearing?” She all but snarled at me.

“What does it look like?” I said completely unamused.

“Boys don’t wear skirts though!” She exclaimed.

“Ino that’s very inconsiderate of you.” Sakura snarled, “If Kohaku wants to wear a skirt what’s stopping him other than people like you who hold genderstition like that.”

“Well, actually, Sakura,” Naruto started, only to be cut off by a blonde.

“Oh yeah billboard brow!? Then tell me you don’t find it weird.” Ino snarled, “You can act all high and mighty, but when it comes down to it, it’s unnatural for a boy to wear skirts.”

“Ino pig, that’s like saying it’s unnatural for a girl to wear pants. And yes, I do find it a little weird just because there aren’t a lot of boys who do wear skirts like this. But if it makes him happy then why criticize.” Sakura snarled back.

“How about you’re both wrong.” Shikamaru cut in gaining both girls attention, “Troublesome.” He muttered before continuing, “Even you two can’t be that dense, Kohaku is a unisexual name. Kahaku is a girl.”

“But…” Both girls trailed off at the same time.

“Yeah I know.” I said and rolled my eyes, “But you trying to be a kunoichi with a dad like mine.”

“Oh…” They both trailed off again.

“Sorry.” They then both said in unison.

I shrugged again, about to say something before getting cut off.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

I couldn’t contain my groan at the sound of his voice. I felt like I was about to explode knowing what was going to come.

“Kohaku.” My father started as he approached the group.

“Hi dad.” I said trying to muster up a smile, but failed, “Training finished early today?”

“I never thought my son of all people would reject his gender and go and wear a skirt. Not that I have anything wrong with it.” He started, trying to look cool, “The fact you are exploring things like this is a true testament to your youth. But it does come as a surprise to your old man considering the fact you had so much going for you as a shinobi. However, as a proud parent if this is the path my beloved son has chosen to go down I will do nothing but support him.”

My mouth was all but on the ground hearing what he had to say.

“You know I’m a girl right!?” I all but yelled at him.

“If that’s what you want me to call you from now on-

“No!” I shouted gaining the attention of passerby’s, “I was born a girl, dad! I was always a girl.”

“Then why had you never accepted it in your youth unless you had felt otherwise?” My father logiced.

“Because as far back as I can remember, you wanted a boy. You wanted someone who you could pass down your beliefs, jutsus, passion and name to. Mom only wanted 1 child, and that was me. Meaning you were stuck with a daughter and full of disappointment with me. You didn’t want me to be a girl. And while mom didn’t care, you did. And every single day I felt and continue to feel the strain your unsaid disappointment puts on me. So yes, I became a boy so you would finally be happy with me. And I’m at that age now, where I don’t know if I want your approval anymore in lieu of what I want. Because I have news for you, and myself even, dad. I’m a girl. I’ve never not been a girl. And you know what, I’m fucking tired of hiding what the hell I am because you want something I could never be. So I’m going to be what I want to be, you have Lee that can take your place as a son instead of me. But never think, for a second that I went through the grueling process to become a shinobi just for you. I did it for myself first and foremost and I’ll continue to be one until the day I die.”

The look on my father’s face was one of pure shock. I turned around to storm off, everyone else was in shock, even Kiba. He had understood that I was under pressure to become a boy but he didn’t understand to what extent.

I sat high up in a tree, looking down at the village. I couldn’t bring myself to go home after what I had said to my father. It would result in a long talk among the three of us, which I wasn’t ready for yet. I couldn’t face my friends after that, they would feel even worse for what had happened this morning at that field. And I most certainly couldn’t face Kiba at the moment.

Not only was he my best friend, he was the only one I had told about why I had become a boy. I had made it vague to be fair, but he was still the only one I had told about it.

The sun was just beginning to set, but I was not ready to see anyone. I was probably going to spend the night out here, maybe talk to them all in the morning.

“There you are!”

I looked down to see Kiba and Akimaru standing at the base of the tree looking up at me.

“Go away.” I snarled, only to sigh when both of them made it to a branch next to me.

“What?” I hissed.

“I never knew that’s what happened.” Kiba said awkwardly.

I shrugged and looked away, “It doesn’t matter.”

“No, it does.” Kiba growled, “And we need to talk about it.”

“What’s there to talk about?” I snapped whipping my head around to face him.

“A lot.” Was all he spat at me before grabbing my wrist and my waist and jumping down the tree, he took off towards the village with me in his arms and I was thrashing and wiggling the entire way.

“Fucking, let me go!” I screamed for the millionth time to Kiba as he threw open a door and threw me inside. Before I had time to register what was going on he was pushing me down the hallway to the living room of my apartment. My mother and father were both sitting on the couch waiting for us.

“Kohaku.” My mother said and stood up, she rushed over hopping for a hug. I wasn’t ready for this kind of thing so I shyed away. She stopped looking completely hurt.

“You want me to talk to my parents about this, right now?” I asked Kiba.

“No.” He said plainly, “I want you to talk to us about what’s been going on so we can figure it all out.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked away.

Kiba sighed and pushed me onto the couch opposite my parents and sat next to me. Akimaru jumped up onto my lap to comfort me.

I sighed and pet the puppy’s head gently.

“Is that really how you’ve felt?” My father asked hesitantly, “What you said to me earlier.”

“Not all of it.” I said after a moment of hesitation.

“We’re here to listen to you.” Kiba encouraged.

I sighed, “What am I?” I asked, “Who am I? What am I doing? I’s asked myself these a million times, but I haven’t been about to give myself a proper answer. I am a shinobi. But, am I your daughter? Am I your son? Are you two going to be upset one way or another? Do I want to be a boy or a girl? Am I acting like a boy because I want to or because I want dad to be proud of me like grandpa was of him? And I’ll be honest I don’t know. I want you to be proud of me, and happy to call me your daughter. But I feel like I can’t do that because you’ll be upset I’m not your son. And, I will also admit that there are times when I’m jealous of Lee because he get’s so much praise and encouragement and guidance from you and I end up with non. Or at least that’s how I feel. And I know that’s bad because at the end of the day you are my dad and my mom and you’re mine, but I feel like I don’t actually have you guys as parents because you’re so focused with dad’s team that I feel like I’m almost an after thought.” I took a shaky breath and blinked a few times, I didn’t want to cry now, before continuing, “And now I realize, that, you know, I want to be a girl. Or at least enough that if I’m walking down the street someone’ll glance at me and not have to second guess themselves my gender. But I feel like if I do that then I’m letting you down.”

“Kohaku,” My father started softly, “I am very proud of you, you’ve done so much to improve yourself and get to the point you are now. Personally I did want a son, but you have, through your hard work and dedication, proven to me that girl can be just as strong as a boy and that I was wrong for rejecting you. I suppose I had projected my desire for a son onto Lee causing you to slip. But I love you, Kohaku, and if you will give me another chance I will never let myself do that to you again. It must have hurt for so long.”

“After what you said to me on the street earlier?” I asked almost in disbelief.

Dad sighed before continuing, “You were so young when you rejected being a girl, I thought it was because you though of yourself as a boy and there for took up everything having to do with being one. When I saw you earlier I thought you had come to a realization that you wanted to go back to being a girl and taking up everything having to do with being a girl. I didn’t mean it to offend you, I thought it would have been my way to encourage you in your new ventures, whatever they may be.”

“Kohaku,” My mother started, “Your father and I love you very much. Whatever you are, whatever you want to be, whatever you do. We love you, we will stand behind you and we will support you. That is what parents are supposed to do. So forget about what we want, what do you want?”

I thought about it for a second, but in my heart I knew exactly what I wanted.

“I want to be your child.” I said to them, “I want to date you.” I turned to Kiba and said that, “I don’t want me being or not being something to affect that. Because I don’t know if I want to be a boy or a girl or something in between right now. So I don’t want my gender to be a part of it at all. I want to be a family, I want a boyfriend, and I don’t want to care what others have to say or think about any of it.”

“Then do that.” Kiba told me softly stroking my hair, “We’re here because we love you, be whatever you want but at the very least remember that.”

“Well, at the very least we don’t have to worry about your love life.” My mother giggled.

“For now.” My father warned Kiba.

I felt a tear fall out of my eye. It was okay. I was okay. Thing’ll sort themselves out eventually. With these people who care about me, I can focus on being what I want to be. Whatever that may be.


One Of The Boys(A Kiba Inuzuka One Shot)


With one final punch to the cheek, Choji fell onto his back officially K.O.’ed.

I huffed and looked down at him, he had asked me to train with him. And while he had gotten better, he still wasn’t at my level.

“You’re getting there.” I all but snarled, “But you still have a ways to go.”

“Thanks again, Kohaku.” Choji said as he took my hand to get himself up, “I feel I keep getting better sparing with you.”

I smirked, “You are getting better.” I told him, “So don’t give up.”

“Thanks.” He smiled, “So how about we go out for some BBQ, huh?”

“How troublesome.” Shikamaru sighed from behind me, he had been there the entire time watching us spar.

I rolled my eyes at the pineapple head.

“Thanks.” I told the brunette, “But I still have some training I need to get in for the day.”

“Are you sure?” Shikamaru asked, “It’s been a while since we all hung out.”

“Yeah,” Choji added, “We could even get Naruto and Kiba in too.”

I shrugged and shook my head.

“Thanks, but I can’t.” I told them, “Next time?”

“Okay.” They both said in defeat, turning and waving. Leaving me alone on the training grounds.

I waited until they were both out of ear ad eye shot before I took a deep breath and started weaving hand signs for various jutsus. I did that twice, making sure I didn’t run out of chakra. Once I was satisfied with my speed, which was faster than it had been the day before, I took a couple of shurikin out and started aiming at targets while running full pelt.

I continued my cardio and target practice for about an hour, only stopping when my lungs burned like fire with every intake of air. I looked at where my shurikin hit, and was not satisfied by it at all.

I walked forward to gather up my shurikin as I caught my breath. It was sloppy to say the least.

“Oh, Kohaku.” I straightened up at the sound of my name and turned towards who has said it.

Tenten had called out to me. She was entering the training grounds with Neji, Lee and my father.

“Oh, hey.” I said being polite, “You guys training?”

“Yes.” Lee answered, “We’ve just returned from a mission together, but our team work was not up to satisfaction so we are here to work on it. I assume you are here to hone your skills also, Kohaku.”

I nodded.

“That’s the spirit!” My father cheered giving me the thumbs up, “Using every opportunity of youth that you have. And one day you will become a fine shinobi just like ourselves, right Lee?”

“Right, Guy-sensei!” Lee exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes at their antics. How my mother had put up with him enough to date, marry, and eventually have a child with this man was beyond me. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my father, I had too. There were just times when he was too much to handle.

“Would you care to join us for this exercise?” Lee asked me.

I was about to reply, but I was cut off.

“You’re still out here!?”

We all turned to see a pair of canines running up to us.

“Kiba. Akimaru.” I said as they reached us. Akimaru jumping up on my shin and barked, asking for a pet.

I knelt down to pet the puppy as Kiba began to speak.

“You beat Choji again I heard.” He smirked.

“Yeah, he asked to train.” I said, uninterested.

“Cool. But why didn’t you want to get food with us?” He asked sounding genuinely hurt.

I shrugged and stood up, “I still had training I needed to get done. I didn’t have to time to relax.”

“Kohaku!” My father exclaimed in a scolding matter, “While I love your grit in wanting to train to get yourself stronger, you should not put aside your friends to do so! You only have so much youth, so get every special memory of it out while you can!”

“Well put Guy-sensei!” Lee swooned.

“If you still have training you want to do, we can spar?” Kiba offered.

I looked at him with a what the fuck face. Kiba had never offered to help me train before.

“Okay…” I said unsure.

“Great, I’ll race you to the lake.” He yelled and took off.

My father just gave me a thumbs up.

I rolled my eyes and took off after Kiba.

I sighed as I dragged my feet towards home. I had beaten Kiba earlier, he seemed a little too happy about losing to me. He took off, before I could even ask what was going on.

I pushed open the door to the apartment, closing the door behind me.

“I’m home.” I called.

“Welcome home, sweetheart.” The elegant voice of my mother called back to me.

I took off my shoes and proceeded down the hall to the kitchen where she was busy making dinner.

My mother was the polar opposite of my father. She had light  brown, almost blonde, hair, creamy brown eyes, pale skin. She was a little more on the curvy side, not fat, but she had prominent curves that were not muscle. She had never been a ninja, she worked at my father’s favorite restaurant and that’s how they met.

I got my dad’s black hair and skin tone, but I got my mother’s eyes and eyebrows. I didn’t have a personality like either of my parents though.

“How was training?” She asked as she stirred a pot.

“Alright.” I told her, “It smells good, what’s for dinner?”

“Curry and rice.” She told me with a smile.

“Do you want any help?”

“No, that’ alright dear.” She smiled, “Why don’t you go relax.”

I nodded and made my way across the living room to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and sat down, pulling out a scroll on justsus to read while I waited for dinner.

“Keiko, I’m home!” My father called from the front door.

I smiled as I went to get up, only to stop hearing some other voices accompanying him.

“Miss Keiko it smells amazing in here, you’re making your super powered curry are you not?” Lee asked.

“Why yes I am, I knew you guys were going to be coming home from that mission today. I wanted to be prepared.”

“Pardon the intrusion.” I heard Tenten call after him.

“Oh, Tenten.” My mother scolded softly, “You’re always welcome here, never think otherwise.”

“Yes ma’am.” She responded.

“Now everyone go and get washed up, it’s almost ready.”

“Yes, ma’am.” They all replied. before scampering back down the hall to wash their hands.

I stayed in my room, being quiet. I was hoping I could talk to my father today when he got in. But that quickly became apparent it wasn’t going to happen.

I heard some scuffling and then plates clinking together with movement. The scrapping of chairs against the floor and people taking seats around the table.

“It looks delicious, my love.” My father to my mother, “Let’s dig in.”

I heard my father and Lee start to eat.

“Kohaku?” I heard my mother call to me.

“Yes?” I called back.

“Come and get dinner, dear, while it’s still hot.”

“Okay.” I said and stood up with a sigh.

I opened the door to my room and stepped out crossing the living room and taking my seat at the table.

“I would like seconds, please.” My father asked my mother.

“Me too, please.” Lee asked not too far behind my father.

As my mother was filling up their dishes again my father was going on and on about how well Lee had done, and pointing out some places Tenten could improve on.

“Oh, yes, that reminds me.” Lee said after finishing his second plate, “Kohaku, how did you fare against Kiba? I know he can be a formidable adversary when the situation calls for it.”

I paused mid bite of my dinner and shrugged, “It was fine.” I told him, “I need to work on my hand signs though.”

“I’m glad to hear you know where to improve. I just hope that next time you will be able to train with us.”

“Yes it would be quite a site to see my best student against my only son.” My father started, “That would be the ultimate battle of youth!”

“Who do you think would win, sensei?” Lee asked with stars in his eyes.

“It would be a tough battle,” He started, “One so difficult I wouldn’t be able to determine the winner without seeing it myself! But I would have to say it would go to the boy who had the most youth!”

I finished the last mouthful of curry and stood up with my plate in my hands.

“It was good.” I said turning going into the kitchen to place my dish in the sink, “Thank you for the food.”

And without another word I went right back into my room and closed the door.

I blinked a couple of times, holding back some tears that threatened to fall. I took a deep breath and reached up behind my head to take my headband off of my forehead. I ran my hand through my dark hair a couple times, letting my pixie cut move wildly.

I fell forward onto the floor and started doing push ups to stop myself from thinking about it.

I wasn’t jealous of Lee. I was happy he had someone who could guide him through his journey as a shinobi. It just hurt that my father, the man who I am supposed to look up to for guidance and encouragement, wouldn’t even acknowledge me as a shinobi because I, his only child, was a girl.

I had learned early on, while my father wasn’t sexist, he would have prefered a boy. And while I tried everything I could to make him see me as an equal, it never worked. Nothing I ever did seemed good enough for him.

So, to give my father what he wanted, I became the closest thing to a boy I could. I had my hair cut short in a typical boy cut, I used wrappings to keep my breasts, which were still coming in, bound down so they wouldn’t show. I rejected everything feminine that there was. And with a name like Kohaku, it was easy. I knew there were people, like Naruto, Choji, Lee, probably even Kiba, who thought I was always a boy.

I hopped up into a crouch, and then leaned back to start sit ups. I almost hated myself for it, I was either in too deep to start being a girl and rejecting what my father wanted or doing what I wanted, and disappointing him.

I was going for a run around the village, when a familiar bark caught my attention. I paused and looked over to where it came from, I saw Kiba and Akimaru running over to me.

“Hey, Kohaku!” Kiba called.

“Hi.” I said kneeling down and petting Akimaru as he reached me first, “What’s up?”

“I wanted to know if you wanted to get lunch.” He said flashing me a genuine smile, “And don’t say you can’t, Shikamaru can quote you as saying you would next time.”

I rolled my eyes. That damn genius he was.

“Okay.” I gave in, “Just no curry, alright?”

“Wouldn’t think about it.” Kiba grinned and looped his arm in mine, pulling me along down the street.

It felt weird. Kiba thought I was boy. I acted like a boy. Dressed like one. Talked like one. There was nothing feminine about me at all. So, it was either one of two things judging by how he was acting: one, he thought I was a boy and there for liked boys, or two, he knew I was a girl.

More than that, Kiba was only ever physical when it came to things like rough housing and sparring. Something like this was unheard of for him, especially since he wasn’t rough at all, I would venture to say, gentle.

We came to a stop in front of my favorite sushi place in town.

I looked at Kiba in surprise. He was the kind of guy who prefered red meat, and lots of it.

“Let’s go in.” He encouraged with a wide grin as he pulled me inside.

We were given a booth and Kiba started looking at the dishes going around on the conveyor belt.

I pulled off a plate with tuna on it before looking over at Kiba. He had this look in his eyes I’d never in him before.

“Okay.” I snarled, “What’s going on?!”

“What are you talking about?” He asked, his face dropped and he looked almost fearful.

“You’ve been acting weird the past couple days.” I hissed, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

“You wouldn’t believe me.” He drifted off, staring at the fish going around.

“Try me.” I ordered.

Kiba let out a deep sigh.

“Why did your parents name you Kohaku?” He asked, finally looking at me.

“Because it means amber.” I told him, “It represents fire within a gem. It’s supposed to represent to village.”

“Yeah, I get that.” He half laughed, “But you’re a girl, and Kohaku’s a boy’s name.”

My eyes went wide hearing that.

“How long have you known?” I asked.

“Known what?” He asked dumbfounded.

“I’m a girl.” I replied, “Ever since I could remember I acted, dressed, talked, basically became a boy in every way. Even to the point my parents have started calling me their son. So how long have you known?”

Kiba just laughed, but he didn’t respond. He had this far away look in his eyes.

“Kiba.” I warned.

He looked up at me, with a look I couldn’t place. It was so foreign for him.

“No.” He said, a smile playing on his lips, “You either wouldn’t believe me or hate me for it.”

I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms, “At this point, I just want a straight answer. And you’re probably my best friend, so I couldn’t hate you. I might be peeved at you, but I couldn’t hate you.”

Kiba let out a light sigh, looked out the window behind my head before sighing again and looking me dead in the eye.

“You remember how we first met?” He asked with that far away look in his eyes again.

I nodded, unsure of what he met, “I was skipping rocks on the lake and you wanted me to teach you when we were like, five.”

He leaned forward onto the table, propping his chin up onto his hand.

“I did want to learn how to skip rocks.” He told me, “I’ll admit I thought I was approaching a boy my own age when I saw you from the back, but then you turned around. And I saw those creamy eyes, and those dark freckles. You know that cliché thing all love birds will say, something like, ‘I saw them and I just knew’. I saw you, I knew I was going to love you.”

I just stared at him, but he didn’t stop.

“All your little quirks. You’re determination to prove yourself to your father. You’re ability to analyze people’s emotions in just a moment. The way your eyes say everything when you run out of ginger in your ramen. The way you cross your arms when your annoyed, but not angry. The fact you love thunder and lightning but not rain. I’ve grown to love you, Kohaku. But I never wanted to act on it, since I did think you were a boy.”

“What changed that.” I finally asked, I had managed to find my voice

“You know canines have the ability to smell a change in hormones, right?” He asked.

It dawned on me how he figured it out. The hormones change during puberty, and because I’m a female my hormones smell different than those of our friends.

“Oh.” Was all I could say.

“And now that I’m sure, I wanted you to know. But I also didn’t want you to hate me.” Kiba admitted.

I uncrossed my arms, letting them lay limp against the booth. I thought about what he said. I thought about him. I thought about what we had been through together. I thought about how he made me feel. I thought about my parents. Then, I finally thought about what I wanted.

I looked up, Kiba was just staring down at the table waiting for me to say something, probably afraid I was going to reject him.

I stood up and leaned over the table, Kiba looked up to watch me. I placed a gentle kiss on his nose before sitting back down and picking up chopsticks to start on my finally start on my sushi.

“I think I’ve always had feelings for you too.” I admitted, “I just never really thought about it, because I was too focused on other things.”

I felt Kiba just grin as I shoved the tuna in my mouth.

The sun was just going under the horizon. Kiba and I were sitting together in an open field enjoying eachothers company. Akimaru was asleep on my lap.

“Does my name bother you?” I finally asked, I had been thinking about it since he asked earlier that day.

“No.” He said, not looking at me.

“Then does the fact I’m basically a boy bother you?”

Kiba snorted before full on laughing. He did that for about a minute before he finally calmed down.

“Hell no!” He exclaimed, “Why would I want a girl who’s afraid to get dirty, would rather braid her hair than train, gossiping with her girlfriends and I don’t know, whatever else girls do. You are just my type, Kohaku.”

As he said that he moved closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close to him.

I felt warm and loved. Kiba then nuzzled his nose into my neck.

“Although,” He started, I looked over my shoulder at him to continue, “If you maybe wanna wear a dress every now and again or grow your hair out, I wouldn’t complain. If you want to.”

I leaned back into his embrace a little bit more.

“We’ll see.” I told him rubbing Akimaru’s ears, “I don’t know if I’m gonna be comfortable doing that just yet.”

“Then don’t.” Kiba told me, placing a light kiss on my cheek, “Continue to be one of the boys.”