Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/322247.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Inuzuka_Kiba/Uzumaki_Naruto, Kiba/Naru/Kiba, Uzumaki_Naruto_&_Inuzuka
      Kiba
  Character:
      Uzumaki_Naruto, Inuzuka_Kiba, Kankurou_(Naruto), Temari_(Naruto),
      Sarutobi_Asuma, Hatake_Kakashi
  Additional Tags:
      Bloodplay, Violence, Drugs, Alcohol, Fight_Club_-_Freeform, Alternate
      Universe_-_High_School
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-17 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2859
****** Fight Club ******
by ElfieRae
Summary
     Life's hard enough to deal with when you're a teenager. Especially
     when you tend to take things out on those around you. Luckily for
     Kiba his coaches managed to find a more productive way for him to
     take out his anger and frustration with the world, and get paid for
     it.
Notes
     This be for Skully to cheer him up. I started it a while ago and
     spent all morning editing/adding to it. Hope you like it bb~ (theres
     no pairing stuff yet, but there will be!!) It’s been looked over by
     me, but that’s it, so excuse any typos please~ And yes, I’m working
     on more, there WILL BE MORE -puts foot down- I just dunno when :c
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
A growl rolled up the tanned column of flesh as short puffs of air left his
nostrils, drying the blood even while it dribbled from them. Light gray eyes
were locked on their target, his fists were ready to strike when the other body
swept forward. The cheers and insults being thrown from the crowd that had
gathered around them were washed out from his ears by his heartbeat and the
adrenaline while pumped through his body.
“I’m surprised Momma’s boy hasn’t gone running home cryin’.” The insult slipped
from the larger body, dark orbs flashing with clear distaste and superiority.
The much more heavily muscled body swept forward, a punch being thrown from his
right side. Instinctively Kiba threw up his left arm to block the blow with his
elbow, his right swinging back and then forward to connect with Kankurou’s left
side which caused the other male to crumple sideways and pivot his own left arm
to circle around Kiba’s neck.
“Son of a bitch!” Kiba shouted as he found himself in a headlock.
“Ohh~ What’cha gonna do now?” Kankurou shouted, then began to imitate a baby
crying. Kiba let out a shout that surprised even him when he bucked in
Kankurou’s hold, throwing his shoulders back and then using the momentum to
continue the action. He hooked his right arm in front of Kankurou’s left leg
and, weaving it behind his right, Kiba growled while he straightened up,
lifting Kankurou up with him onto his shoulders —despite how much heavier the
other male was. He spun in a half a circle before he let Kankurou’s weight pull
him backwards where gravity was allowed to take over.
They both smashed down against the concrete, Kankurou taking the brunt of the
blow and he began to cough before letting out a shout and they both quickly
began to throw a flurry of punches to gain dominance.
“TEACHER!”
Everything halted instantly; the cheers, the fighting, the bets on who was
going to win.
Then everything suddenly exploded; Students quickly scattered, running across
the roof towards the doors that lead to the stairwells which would take them
back down to their class rooms. Kankurou jumped off of Kiba and darted over to
his bag and school uniform jacket, which had been tossed onto the ground when
they had started this fight.
“I’ll finish this later, fuckface.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that, shithead.” Kiba growled while he sitting up, his
eyes following Kankurou as he retreated back inside the building. A second
later a familiar face, blond hair, and dark blue eyes appeared causing Kiba to
growl low in his throat.
“Calm down.”
Kiba swatted at the hand which was being offered to him. “I’m fine.” He snapped
and pushed himself up to his feet.
“Then take your shit.” Jerking his messenger bag and jacket from the hand
holding it out to him, Kiba glared at his best friend, who just smirked at him.
“Fuckin’ punk.”
Naruto chuckled while he shifted his back pack on his shoulder then grabbed the
cigarette from behind his ear. “Hey, you told me to stay out of it.” He held up
his hands in a defensive position before he reached for his lighter which was
in his pants pocket.
“There’s no smoking for students on school ground, Mr. Uzumaki.” A smooth and
authoritative voice called over to them from the doorway that the rest of the
students had disappeared through.
“Shit! Shit!” Kiba quickly turned his face away and began to wipe at the blood
on his face with his sleeve, instantly staining the white button up shirt red.
“Sorry Mr. Hatake.” Naruto bowed slightly at the schools athletic, and his
football coach.
“Just put it away.” Kakashi scolded again as he began to walk towards the other
set of doors, using the same short cut that the students did to get to the
other wing. “Inuzuka,” Kiba’s head shot up and his arm slipped behind his back
when he turned to look at the teacher. “Make sure you dust yourself off before
showing up in class.”
“Yes, sir.” Kiba nodded and Kakashi turned his back to them as he disappeared
through the open door. Once he was sure the older man was out of ear shot he
growled. “Fuck!” Hastily he began to dust off the legs of his black dress pants
then worked his way up to his ass, which he smacked a few times.
“We should get to class before we’re late.” Naruto sighed heavily and pushed
the cigarette between his lips to suck on it a few times.
Kiba snatched up his jacket and threw his arms into it before he swiped his
messenger bag up off the ground at his feet. “Lets go.”
They both headed for the door that Kakashi had disappeared through and
descended four flights of stairs, stopping on the first floor landing. The
halls were over crowded and Kiba pushed his way into the flow of traffic,
heading towards his locker. It was a good thing it was the last period of the
day, otherwise he would have been even more pissed off having to spend the rest
of the day in fear of having his mother called for fighting at school again.
“What time are you going to get there tonight?” Naruto asked idly when they
slipped from the moving crowd up to their lockers.
Shrugging, Kiba shifted the strap of his messenger bag higher onto his shoulder
before he grabbed his lock and began to put in the combination. “It depends on
when Ma decides to start working in her office. Probably about eight or nine.”
The lock popped out of the base and Kiba tugged down and slipped the thick
steel bar from the hole.
Naruto was shoving two of the books from his bag into his locker and then began
to dig for another.“I’ll be there around ten I think.”
“Why so late?” Kiba leaned back to look around the locker door that was
blocking his view of Naruto’s face. A book was all his eyes met while it was
pulled from inside it before being shoved into the others boy’s backpack.
“I’ve got to help Jiraiya with something.” Naruto shut his locker door and
quickly slipped the lock through the hole, snapped it shut, and then tugged on
it once to make sure it was locked.
Kiba nodded in understanding, “A family thing then.” Reaching into his locker
he pulled out the only book he needed and shoved it down into his messenger
bag. He knew better than to ask Naruto about family things since more often
than not it was something touchy and he didn’t care to have Naruto shut himself
off from him again. He knew the situation well –he’d grown up with Naruto after
all, best friends since they were just out of diapers— and didn’t ask for
details unless Naruto cared to share them with him.
“Yeah..” Naruto answered but was staring past Kiba. Noticing, Kiba turned his
head quickly while his hands went through the motion of securing the lock on
his locker.
Kiba growled, “That little fucker.”
Naruto instantly put his hand on Kiba’s shoulder and squeezed a little. “Just
leave him be. Let him run his mouth, see where it gets him.”
“Yeah yeah.” Kiba shrugged the hand off his shoulder and shook his head,
snorting. He reached up to run a hand through his scruffy chocolate locks,
fixing them to their normal disheveled position. Slowly Kiba’s eyes drifted to
the figure standing beside Kankurou, or rather the blond that Kankurou was
hovered around protectively –his sister, Temari—, though she didn’t need it. “I
just wish she wasn’t so much of an …. asshole.” He didn’t have a more fitting
word for her, she wasn’t a bitch, that was something else entirely.
Naruto released a loud bark of laughter, nearly loosing the cigarette he had
put back behind his ear. “Yeah, like that’ll happen.”
“I know, right?” Kiba couldn’t help but laugh as well, turning to look up at
his best friend as the bell rang. “Hey!” He grabbed Naruto’s arm and tugged the
other back by his uniform jacket. “Do I have anymore blood on my face?”
Naruto grabbed Kiba’s jaw, his fingers curling a little roughly over the skin,
and turned his head, looking at his face from all angles —which caused a few
goosebumps to tingle on the back of Kiba’s neck— then shook his head. “Nope,
just what’s on your shirt.” Naruto pointed down at his shirt’s collar and
grinned.
“Shiiit.” Kiba groaned and quickly reached for the buttons on his uniform
jacket, knowing he needed to look pristine otherwise he would be removed from
the classroom.
“Lets go.” Naruto started walking, heading towards their math class. Letting
out a huff Kiba quickly followed behind, his fingers still working to push the
last few buttons through the holes of his jacket. He scowled and pulled the
jacket’s lapels up a little higher to try and hide the blood.
When Kiba stepped through the doorway the tardy bell rang and he quickly rushed
to his seat. He would have been surprised that the person sitting beside him
was already in her seat even though she had been farther down the hall than he
had been, but it wasn’t an unusual occasion that Temari was in class before
him.
“Is that blood you’re attempting to hide?” Temari’s smooth voice was just loud
enough for him to hear over the sound of everyone settling into their seats and
shuffling about.
“Shut the fuck up.” Kiba barked out not turning to face the girl, but cutting
his eyes to the side. Throwing his bag down onto the floor beside his desk, he
quickly slid down into his chair before the classroom door shut with a loud
bag. The room was instantly silent and the scarred man who was their math
teacher stalked over to his desk at the front of the room.
“Get your homework out and pass it to the front, then clear your desks off for
a quiz.” Ibiki’s tone was commanding, as if he was ordering them to line up and
prepare for battle. No one argued and no one spoke as they did what they were
told.
“Shitshitshit.” Kiba growled through his teeth as he dug through the bag, his
notebook no where to be found. “No! no!” He whispered harshly, then nearly
shouted a cheer in happiness when he thumbed through his math book and found
the notebook papers folded in half and pressed in between the pages.
Sitting up and passing his papers forward, Kiba couldn’t help but glance to his
side, his gray eyes narrowed, “What?”
A low, soft giggle trickled out of the from body beside him and he was given a
half smirk. “Nothing.”
“You’re so infuriating.” Kiba growled back at Temari in a sharp whisper,
knowing that he would get yelled at for talking should he be caught and she
wouldn’t.
“And you’re an imbecile.” Temari’s reply was a murmur but after years of
sitting next to the girl when they were placed in a seating chart in every
class, he could pick up on the her whispered words. Kiba would have replied to
her but he couldn’t since Ibiki was standing at the front of his column —which
meant he was only separated from the large man by one student body since he sat
in the second row- counting out quiz papers for them to pass back. He could
feel Temari’s smirk and knowing it was there angered him.
“You have fifteen minutes to complete the quiz, at that time you’ll set down
your pencils and pass them up to the front” Ibiki’s voice ended any whispered
conversations.
There was a pause and one last shuffle of papers before he spoke again,
“Begin.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     sorry this one is a little short :x
 
Kiba jerked up from his notes when the the bell rang and dropped his pencil
into the pages of his book. He turned to glance around, making sure it hadn’t
been his imagination and when it was confirmed that it really had been the
bell, he slammed his book closed and quickly stuffed it and his notebook into
his messenger bag.
“Try to not trip and fall on someones fist on your way out this time, hm?”
Temari spoke to him when she passed by, heading towards the classroom door with
a backwards glance and a smirk on her lips. God, he hated how she played with
him. Just because he’d gotten drunk freshman year and told her –a sophomore at
the time— he had a crush on her, she held it over his head like a piece of
meat. Never mind that his crush had faded not too long after that, Kankurou
still liked to ‘pick’ on him because of it.
“Fuck you, asshole.” Kiba groused as he slipped the strap to his bag onto his
shoulder and headed towards the front of the room as well, meeting Naruto at
the door, the others desk farther back in the column on his other side. He
didn’t care that she was a year ahead of him, a girl… not with the way that she
treated him.
“How’d you think you did?” Naruto asked as they pushed their way into the hall.
Kiba groaned. “I probably did terrible since I half-guessed on three of the
answers.” Kiba scowled. They turned down the hall that passed by the cafeteria
and lead to the gymnasium.
“I forgot to study.” Naruto agreed with a grunt when he was punched in the arm
by a senior. A grin and wave was tossed at them both but neither had time to
return it since they were already past. “Man, I fuckin’ hope Kakashi goes easy
on us today. This entire week was a fuckin’  bitch  during practice.”
“You’re telling  me ?” Kiba scoffed and pushed open the locker room doors. He
diverted his eyes from every other male body in the room in various states of
undress while on his way to his own locker. That is until one loud mouthed
moron had to shout out ‘anus’ as loud as he could and of course Kiba couldn’t
resist his instinct to turn and look in the direction of the shout. A grunt
left his lips and he turned back around instantly after his eyes had caught the
majority of a well sculpted pale body, “Fuck…” he groaned and turned back
around.
“You seriously need to learn to ignore him, dude.” Naruto shoved his backpack
into his locker and then quickly began to pull off his school uniform and hang
it up on the hanger the school provided in each locker haphazardly.
Kiba snorted and shoved his bloodied shirt into his messenger bag then began to
work on pulling out his logo’d sweats for the warm up as well as his pads for
when they started practice. “Fuck, dude, are you kidding me? Ignoring Kankurou
is like trying to ignore the plague.” Kiba snorted and dropped his pile of
clothes down onto the bench behind him. He then kicked off his shoes and tossed
those into the bottom of his locker. “Especially since he decides to seek  me
out to beat the shit out of. All because of that one fucking night.”
“ He seriously needs to just let it go.” Naruto agreed. He paused in pulling on
his t-shirt to look down at Kiba. “Maybe just tell him you don’t have a crush
on her anymore?”
Kiba let out a bitter laugh, “I’ve tried. He doesn’t give a shit.” he sat down
on the bench after tugging his padded pants up onto his hips over his boxer-
briefs. Kiba lowered his voice, “He still holds a grudge over me kicking his
ass that one time.”
This time Naruto laughed, “I remember that. It was fuckin’ awesome.”
“ It was luck. I think it was my second night there?” Kiba snorted softly. “So
fuckin’ glad Kakashi managed to keep me from having to fight you.” he shook his
head.
“ Yeah,” Naruto agreed as he sat down on the bench beside Kiba so he could lace
up his cleats. “I don’t know that this new guy is going to do the same.”
Kiba stood and grabbed his own cleats from his locker then sat back down to put
them on as well. “I don’t think Kakashi cares for him at all. He’s changed so
much already.”
“ Yeah,” Naruto nodded, “ look what happened to-”
The sharp sound of a whistle covered Naruto’s voice easily and gained the
attention of everyone in the locker room.
“ Lets go ladies, time to head out to the field!” Asuma, their assistant coach
shouted so that his voice echoed off the far walls. Kiba quickly finished tying
his laces and then reached for his shirt, which he threw over his shoulder, and
his pads, closing his locker with a kick. Naruto grabbed up his padding as well
and pulled it on over his head before slamming his locker shut.
They both looked at one another and then followed the rest of the team out onto
the practice field.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!