There's a party here in Konoha

But I'm certain I'll not go

My team mate is to wed tonight

Why is my heartbeat coming slow?

Kiba's leg was dangling off the bridge. It was a meeting place for Team 7, or actually, the former team 7 which had become team Kakashi over the years, however, nobody was here. Not when everybody else was there.

Their blasted wedding day.

His calf like eyes narrowed even further, and Kiba allowed himself to sink into the warmth that was his real comrade's coat.

"Akamaru…" he began finally, not even realising the name had left his lips. "Why did she choose him?"

Akamaru simply offered him a comforting whine, which the boy took great comfort in. His dark eyes watched the ceiling above. It was a white-grey type of sky, a bit like her. Her eyes were white, and her heart was vast like it. But he had been the first to realise it and accept it. Because to be honest, ninjas weren't meant to be kind, never meant to be like Hinata was—but he had accepted that fault, fact whatever it was, without any complaints (well… maybe a few nasty comments at the beginning, but he had accepted her, and that's all that mattered). But apparently it didn't. Because she liked someone else.

Kiba's fingers rushed to his dark hair and he growled, much like his friend and bared his fangs. How could he not see it? He had been shell-shocked when he had received the invitation.

More importantly, how the hell had Naruto realised it? It was so many years ago. So, so many years that Kiba'd forgotten about it.

Now, he was paying for his folly by hanging upside down and wishing that his tears wouldn't fall.

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Authors notes: Song adapted from Aladdin. Well... might only be a two or three part story. Poor Kiba.