Kind of had a dream about KibaKarui, or maybe they were just on my mind as I was starting to wake up (which I still count as dreams because the mind is still trying to orient itself between conscious and subconscious).
Inuzuka are very particular about the people they fall in love with. Of course they go on dates to get to know people better, but falling in love is more technical than you’d think from the Clan of free spirits. Basically, a future mate has to awaken your 6 senses like nobody else does.
From one Inuzuka to the next, the order is different. Some have stronger noses, and are drawn to their love interests by the way they smell. Others have strong eyesight and their eyes are so captivated by that first sight they transform into a clumsy puppy and bump into things because they aren’t looking where they’re going.
For Kiba, it was her smell. A lingering scent he caught a whiff of as he was walking around Konoha in the wake of Pein’s attack. It was the smell of a stranger, someone he could have tracked down, but he was otherwise occupied. She has a crisp smell to her, like the air after a storm.
Next came sight, he saw her out of the corner of his eye on the battlefield in the Shinobi war, but wasn’t drawn to her because of the dark skies. When it was all over and the sun was shining on her red hair, and her gold eyes reflected the light, he was entranced.
Touch came next. Asking her out made for an awkward scene, but she agreed. On their first date, she jokingly slugged him on the arm a couple of times (he wound up with a bruise as she hit the same spot each time). It was on their second date when it happened, he took her by the arm and they walked along the river. When she rested her head against his shoulder. That feeling made him want to hold her and keep her by his side forever.
His sense of hearing came later than usual. On their fourth date they went out to a small club in Kumogakure. It was open mic night and Karui got up to sing. Her singing voice was soulful and rich, there was fire and energy in it. She rocked the house, but she was singing to Kiba alone.
Taste… well the sense of taste invariably comes from a first kiss, but some Inuzuka… well let’s just say polite company does not repeat the stories some Inuzuka tell. Kiba had always liked the soft scent of oils Karui wore as perfume, rose in particular. A kiss on her neck, her cheek, her forehead, her lips, her mouth… each sent his heart racing faster than the times he’d race the wind itself.
That last sense was hard to pin down. It was intangible, but when you feel it you know it. How everything else seems to come alive when you’re around the one you want to share your life with. Every other sense is sharper, more alert, more aware. After a year and a half of dating, traveling from one city to the next, sneaking quiet moment here and there when their schedules met up, after talking about their future together. Kiba still couldn’t put the sixth sense into words, but that was the whole point of it. That indescribable feeling that comes when you tell someone you love them and they say they love you too.