Never Noticed

A/N- Own nothing. Wanted to do a Blue-Kiba. Though I like the Hige-Blue, and the yaoi pairings. I felt like doing this since I don’t think that there are any here. So please don’t flame me out of anger. Just tell me whether it’s good or not. It would be very appreciated. Anyway, Here it is and hope ya like. And to get things straight, I need at least 4 reviews or more to continue this story. Hope I’m not asking too much.


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Prologue

Kiba POV

You know, have you ever fell in love with someone that you knew you couldn’t have? Or at least it seems like it. Especially if that someone is in love with your best friend. And vice versa, he feels the same. Though it seems lately he’s been flirting with others when that someone is not around. Or runs off somewhere leaving that someone behind. And without telling her. Making her worried and scared. Making her cry and whimper. Making her sad and miserable. And yet, it’s like he doesn’t care. He seems to not care about her feelings at all. Because if he did, he wouldn’t be doing all of that to her. I know I wouldn’t. If I really loved someone, I would never do anything to hurt them. Nor make them worry and cry. No, I’d stay by their side. I’d stay with them no matter what. And they’d be there too. Always in my arms for me to hold and love and cherish. Cherishing the beauty and love. But it’s not fair.

It’s just not fair.

It’s not fair that he treats her the way he does and says he loves her when she can have better.

Like me. I’d never do her wrong. No, no, never. Not to her beauty. No.

Never.

If he truly did love her, he wouldn’t do that to her. And it’s hard watching and knowing what he does. And her not realizing it. Everyone knows. Everyone sees. But not her. I want to tell her. I mean I really want to tell her. But I don’t want to hurt her. I wouldn’t be able to stand to see her cry. I just can’t. And I’m leader of the pack. The one who’s courageous and fears nothing, the one who is strong and loyal. But for some reason, I fear that she’ll cry and then weaken me. I can’t be weak. I have to be strong for her but I get weak. Even when she’s around me. But I’m sure that weakness would be cured if she’d just let him go. Come to reality and let him go. Let him go and come to me.

Me.

The one that will truly love her and never do her wrong.

Never keeping secrets. Never running off. Never lying. Never flirting. Never cheating. And most of all,

Never making her cry.

I just want to love her. Hold her. Kiss her. Touch her. I want her to know I love her without her doubts. To know I care. To know that I’ll never go away. I’ll always be there. Always there to protect her and give her what she wants. That’s how love works. That’s always how love works. I want to run my fingers through her soft-raven hair, stroke her chocolate-colored skin, stare into her azure-blue orbs, and kiss her luscious glossy lips. God how I long to touch her and feel her and smell her scent. I love her scent. I don’t know what it is on her but it smells so good and I love it. It doesn’t smell like lunar flowers or even flowers at all. It’s just an unknown beautiful scent. And I smell it everyday. It drives me crazy. Making me want to do all sorts of things to her. Take her away. Away forever with me.

But I can’t.

I can’t do any of those things to her because she’s already taken. Taken by one who fakes his affections. At least that’s the way I see it. He may be a good friend. A loyal one. But he should be more like that to her. It’s not hard. He just makes it seem that way. He was always the ladies man. The smooth talker. The funny one. But me, I’m quiet, calm. I prefer to keep to myself and think. But to her. I’ll talk all day. I’ll talk about everything. Share my thoughts. Even show her places I’ve never shown anyone. Places that only I go to.

Just me.

But it seems it’ll never happen.

And not because of him or anything. It’s just that…

It’s just that she never noticed.

She never noticed me.

She never noticed that I was even there. Never noticed that I was around or alive. She was always on him. It’s like I am invisible to her. Like I never existed. She never once took a single glance at me the whole time that I was around. She never talked to me. Never said my name. Never went close to me like the others when we’re asleep trying to get warm. What am I? Diseased? Infected? Is something sticking out of me? What did I do to her? Yeah when we first met, I didn’t like her. I didn’t trust her. My mind was too busy on Cheza. Hell, she hunted my ass down. But when all of us were together. Everyone got to know each other better and trust each other. Everyone except...

Me and her.

I don’t know why but we just never encountered an everyday conversation. We just didn’t. No one seemed to ask why or even wondered for that matter. They all probably think that I still hate her. No. I don’t. Cause if I did. I wouldn’t be thinking all of this right now. I wouldn’t even be worried about it. But you know, love can do that. Making one fall in love with another that seems most unlikely.

But I don’t care.

I don’t care what others think nor say. I’ll find a way to make her notice me. Realize what he’s doing to her. She has to.

I love her.

And if we’re not close,

I don’t think I’ll ever stand a chance.

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