i change like the wind does;
Title: i change like the wind does
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble
Characters/Pairings: Kiba, Shino, Hinata-ish
Summary: "in an black suit and orange tie across the hall, a blond boy was holding a picture and crying."
Notes: this one makes little sense, but it's actually one of my favorites. i think it's because it encapsulated a lot of woe and anger from both myself and the characters. xD or i don't even know. WARNING: mentioned character death.
do dogs dream?
the endless star sky stretches over the dips and valleys of his vision, and the blades of grass embrace his back. kiba lies on a green hill in what he imagine would be a naruto-like way - arms tucked behind his head, legs crossed above ground. he is here to contemplate one very important question, one that will haunt him for years to come and the ones still stuck in his head -
do dogs dream?
akamaru whimpers softly beside him.
a week ago, he donned black funeral clothes and looked at his sunken eyes in the mirror. shino doesn't say anything (but he does shuffle his feet, which is very un-shino-like). he whispers to the man (boy? man? not even shino knows) behind the dark glasses, "what are we doing with our lives?"
there was no answer.
("akamaru, do dogs dream?"
but there is no answer. for once, kiba wonders if there ever was an answer.)
an elegy of sorts - "hinata was a good soul, she loved life, the world, and everyone around her," but all the words tumbling out of his mouth like quicksilver are not true. shino barely tries to correct him.
"we'll all miss her, hinata, what a loss…"
("what did we do, shino? what did we do, shino?"
"we did what we could.")
"we did what we could."
("what kind of answer is that (when we sacrificed her for her mankind) ?" exasperation. desperation.)
naruto is crying most of all. those blue eyes just keep getting bluer, and kiba is just thinking, bastard, bastard, don't cry, you don't know what the hell she went through but then shino / akamaru reminds him he is the same way.
he spits angrily. "shut up."
"are you blaming yourself that you can't cry?"
it's shino, that bastard.
he has latent anger, but that can't show at the funeral. instead he says, "why are you even talking to me? we hate each other, don't we?"
"suit yourself." he turned away and then (did he look back? you can never tell with the glasses), "but you're being very un-kiba-like."
"and you're being very un-shino-like, and akamaru's being very un-akamaru-like. what's the point?"
"perhaps we should just all be very naruto-like, who is the only one being himself tonight."
in an black suit and orange tie across the hall, a blond boy was holding a picture and crying…
a week later and kiba is under the stars, wondering about dogs and dreaming, he doesn't know why he isn't crying, is it his ninjahood that's killed and murdered his sensitivity, or was it hinata
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fin
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble
Characters/Pairings: Kiba, Shino, Hinata-ish
Summary: "in an black suit and orange tie across the hall, a blond boy was holding a picture and crying."
Notes: this one makes little sense, but it's actually one of my favorites. i think it's because it encapsulated a lot of woe and anger from both myself and the characters. xD or i don't even know. WARNING: mentioned character death.
do dogs dream?
the endless star sky stretches over the dips and valleys of his vision, and the blades of grass embrace his back. kiba lies on a green hill in what he imagine would be a naruto-like way - arms tucked behind his head, legs crossed above ground. he is here to contemplate one very important question, one that will haunt him for years to come and the ones still stuck in his head -
do dogs dream?
akamaru whimpers softly beside him.
a week ago, he donned black funeral clothes and looked at his sunken eyes in the mirror. shino doesn't say anything (but he does shuffle his feet, which is very un-shino-like). he whispers to the man (boy? man? not even shino knows) behind the dark glasses, "what are we doing with our lives?"
there was no answer.
("akamaru, do dogs dream?"
but there is no answer. for once, kiba wonders if there ever was an answer.)
an elegy of sorts - "hinata was a good soul, she loved life, the world, and everyone around her," but all the words tumbling out of his mouth like quicksilver are not true. shino barely tries to correct him.
"we'll all miss her, hinata, what a loss…"
("what did we do, shino? what did we do, shino?"
"we did what we could.")
"we did what we could."
("what kind of answer is that (when we sacrificed her for her mankind) ?" exasperation. desperation.)
naruto is crying most of all. those blue eyes just keep getting bluer, and kiba is just thinking, bastard, bastard, don't cry, you don't know what the hell she went through but then shino / akamaru reminds him he is the same way.
he spits angrily. "shut up."
"are you blaming yourself that you can't cry?"
it's shino, that bastard.
he has latent anger, but that can't show at the funeral. instead he says, "why are you even talking to me? we hate each other, don't we?"
"suit yourself." he turned away and then (did he look back? you can never tell with the glasses), "but you're being very un-kiba-like."
"and you're being very un-shino-like, and akamaru's being very un-akamaru-like. what's the point?"
"perhaps we should just all be very naruto-like, who is the only one being himself tonight."
in an black suit and orange tie across the hall, a blond boy was holding a picture and crying…
a week later and kiba is under the stars, wondering about dogs and dreaming, he doesn't know why he isn't crying, is it his ninjahood that's killed and murdered his sensitivity, or was it hinata
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fin