Under the Stars [Naruto, KibaxShino, #24]
Another KibaxShino made for 30_kisses ^^
Title: Under the Stars
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: KibaxShino
Theme: #24 Goodnight
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t, and never will, own Naruto, or all the delicious ninjas running around.
The battle’s origins took root at dawn. It was almost epic in size, shinobi and missing nin more numerous than even the stones that filled the clearing at the base of the mountains. Both sides were ruthless in their onslaught, using every last resource available to them. The first few to fall had used their chakra carelessly, draining themselves before the end of the first hour. Of course, it had not been all fighting. Just as much time as they spent combating against each other, they spent hiding. Lurking in the nearby trees, wedging themselves safely between rocks--anywhere they could find.
This cycle of fighting and hiding continued, medic nin working until their fingers bled. And even when this happened, they still continued. It was not until night had fallen that the dust finally settled, stars shining down and illuminating the corpses that were scattered across the ground. Any survivors had already fled, taking what wounded they could back with them. The dead were left where they lay. Perhaps to be collected at some later time, perhaps to rot back into the Earth.
There was a stirring and shifting among the bodies, a dark haired man sitting up with a low groan. He was alive, at least. His glasses were cracked but still on his face, skin dirty and clothes stained with blood. Some of it was his, but the vast majority was the blood of his adversaries. Sharp barking cut through his mind, serving to intensify the already pounding headache that rocked through his body. He glanced around, eyes drawn to a white, furry shape. Shakily, he pulled himself up off the ground, stumbling as legs found their strength again. Akamaru--now six years older and fully grown--was barking wildly, prancing around a hunched over shape. This drew some amount of concern from the bug master, and he moved as quickly as his body would allow. Which, coincidentally, wasn’t very fast. His eyes widened behind his broken glasses when he got a good look at what the dog was barking about.
“No…” Came softly from the Aburame, dropping to his knees beside his team mate…his friend…his lover. This couldn’t be right. Kiba was strong. He was strong, dammit. Tenderly, Shino turned the other over onto his back, cringing at what he saw. Kiba’s front was soaked in blood, though most of it--unlike Shino--was his own. Kiba’s eyes were closed, and Shino realized it. He was dead. The Inuzuka’s chest rose and fell slightly, the last remains of life flooding out of him. Shino pulled off his glasses, staring down at the other. He cupped the male’s face in his hands, leaning down and placing a firm kiss on Kiba’s lips. Pulling back only slightly, Shino watched in awe as the other’s dark eyes blinked open.
“I love your eyes…” Were the first words that came from the dying man. The usual stoic expression on Shino’s have had contorted to a mixture of fear and happiness.
“Kiba.” He returned softly, not sure of what to say now. So instead of speaking, Shino kissed the other gently, running a tongue lightly along Kiba’s chapped lips. Realizing that Kiba was probably having a hard enough time breathing already, Shino pulled back once more, slipping one hand into the mop of dark hair. Kiba opened his mouth to speak, but instead, coughed up blood. This was it. He had only minutes left now. This hit Shino like a brick wall.
“Kiba, Goodb-” He started, but was cut off by the other.
“Nah, not goodbye.” The Inuzuka returned weakly. “Just Goodnight.” His body gave a small spasm, eyes closing for the last time. Shino nodded slowly, fighting back tears.
“Goodnight, Kiba.”
-owari-
Mmm...eventually I'm going to start putting up some ZukoxSokka stuff.
Title: Under the Stars
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: KibaxShino
Theme: #24 Goodnight
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t, and never will, own Naruto, or all the delicious ninjas running around.
The battle’s origins took root at dawn. It was almost epic in size, shinobi and missing nin more numerous than even the stones that filled the clearing at the base of the mountains. Both sides were ruthless in their onslaught, using every last resource available to them. The first few to fall had used their chakra carelessly, draining themselves before the end of the first hour. Of course, it had not been all fighting. Just as much time as they spent combating against each other, they spent hiding. Lurking in the nearby trees, wedging themselves safely between rocks--anywhere they could find.
This cycle of fighting and hiding continued, medic nin working until their fingers bled. And even when this happened, they still continued. It was not until night had fallen that the dust finally settled, stars shining down and illuminating the corpses that were scattered across the ground. Any survivors had already fled, taking what wounded they could back with them. The dead were left where they lay. Perhaps to be collected at some later time, perhaps to rot back into the Earth.
There was a stirring and shifting among the bodies, a dark haired man sitting up with a low groan. He was alive, at least. His glasses were cracked but still on his face, skin dirty and clothes stained with blood. Some of it was his, but the vast majority was the blood of his adversaries. Sharp barking cut through his mind, serving to intensify the already pounding headache that rocked through his body. He glanced around, eyes drawn to a white, furry shape. Shakily, he pulled himself up off the ground, stumbling as legs found their strength again. Akamaru--now six years older and fully grown--was barking wildly, prancing around a hunched over shape. This drew some amount of concern from the bug master, and he moved as quickly as his body would allow. Which, coincidentally, wasn’t very fast. His eyes widened behind his broken glasses when he got a good look at what the dog was barking about.
“No…” Came softly from the Aburame, dropping to his knees beside his team mate…his friend…his lover. This couldn’t be right. Kiba was strong. He was strong, dammit. Tenderly, Shino turned the other over onto his back, cringing at what he saw. Kiba’s front was soaked in blood, though most of it--unlike Shino--was his own. Kiba’s eyes were closed, and Shino realized it. He was dead. The Inuzuka’s chest rose and fell slightly, the last remains of life flooding out of him. Shino pulled off his glasses, staring down at the other. He cupped the male’s face in his hands, leaning down and placing a firm kiss on Kiba’s lips. Pulling back only slightly, Shino watched in awe as the other’s dark eyes blinked open.
“I love your eyes…” Were the first words that came from the dying man. The usual stoic expression on Shino’s have had contorted to a mixture of fear and happiness.
“Kiba.” He returned softly, not sure of what to say now. So instead of speaking, Shino kissed the other gently, running a tongue lightly along Kiba’s chapped lips. Realizing that Kiba was probably having a hard enough time breathing already, Shino pulled back once more, slipping one hand into the mop of dark hair. Kiba opened his mouth to speak, but instead, coughed up blood. This was it. He had only minutes left now. This hit Shino like a brick wall.
“Kiba, Goodb-” He started, but was cut off by the other.
“Nah, not goodbye.” The Inuzuka returned weakly. “Just Goodnight.” His body gave a small spasm, eyes closing for the last time. Shino nodded slowly, fighting back tears.
“Goodnight, Kiba.”
-owari-
Mmm...eventually I'm going to start putting up some ZukoxSokka stuff.