The Killing Camps (AU) [Naruto, KibaxShino, #25]
Title: The Killing Camps
Author: Indigo Prophet
Pairing: Inuzuka Kiba x Aburame Shino
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #25 Fence
Disclaimer: Naruto is not, and never will be mine
Rating: R
Author's Note: This is an AU fic, takes place in Germany during the Holocaust. I experimented writing in a different tense.
The only thing that separates the two is a fence. Chain link, that seems to stretch up for miles. Barbed wire is wound around the top, to keep from the changing of sides. Pieces of cloth are caught up in the barbs, lasting reminders of the people that have tried to cross. No one has every succeeded. And no one has ever lived. You are either caught by the barbs, or if you managed to bypass the barbs, then you were caught by the Gestapo as soon as your feet touched the ground on the other side. Either way ends in blood shed.
The camps have special names, but their inhabitants know them by much simpler terms. One side is the killing camp. The other is the working camp. If you are in the working camp, there is a chance of living long enough to become a free man (or woman, depending) once more. If you are in the killing camp, then you will die. Neither is much better than the other, but at the least on the working camp you have a chance. People were always trying to get from the killing camp to the working camp. Never the other way around.
Some are there because they are Jews. Some are criminals. Others are gypsies. They are homosexual. And the fence still separates them. Kiba is going to die. Shino has a chance of living. How cruel fate is, to throw them on opposite sides like this. No one every wants to cross from the working side to the killing side. But Shino would give anything to be standing beside Kiba, instead of across from him.
Days on both sides are spent toiling in the mud-- grueling labor. But still the two meet every night at this fence, dragging tired and broken bodies to the darkest corner. Here, where the pre-set spotlights don’t quite reach and no guard’s patrol route happens across. It is there place. Both wearing soiled grey uniforms, they gaze at each other through the slightly rusted metal. Shino has been robbed of his sunglasses, and Kiba’s face is crossed with ugly scars, in attempts by Gestapo remove the areas of tattooed skin. No words are ever exchanged between them. It’s too dangerous. If they were to be overheard, then hey would be shot on sight.
But words are not needed. The only is the soft clang of fingers meshing through metal, threading with each other, chapped palms separated only by the fence. Cracked lips meet through on of the fence’s many holes, dry tongues tangling with each other in need. Finally, the pull back for breath, eyes caught in a deadlock. The two men seem frozen in time, before stealing away another sandpaper kiss.
“Tomorrow.” Kiba murmurs against his lovers lips. The only response from Shino is a soft gasp, naked eyes widening in fear. He knew this day would come…eventually. But now? Why now? It was too soon. Much too soon.
Without saying a word, his finger’s slide from Kiba’s, only to slip back into the fence a moment later. Kiba stares blankly up at him, holding his breath as Shino scales higher up the fence. If he says anything, then they will both die. There is no doubt about this. A cry of pain comes from Shino as his hands curl around the barbed wire. He lets himself tumble to the ground, not bothering to try and climb down. Most of the skin from his hands is left tangled up in the barbs, but none of that matters now.
Kiba cradles the man in his arms, feeling hot tears brim in the corners of his eyes. Palms bleeding profusely, Shino reaches up, sliding his hands around the other’s neck. The sound of dogs barking rings through the camp, as spotlights are manually adjusted to point in their direction, capturing the lovers in it’s burning glare.
Slowly, Kiba pulls a shaking Shino up to his feet, enjoying their last few moments of breath. Soon, they would be free. A fiery kiss is the last thing either of them feel before white spots explode behind their eyes, bullets tearing through the two men’s bodies.
Like lifeless dolls, they collapse to the ground, tangled together on the same side of the fence.
X-posted like crazy
Author: Indigo Prophet
Pairing: Inuzuka Kiba x Aburame Shino
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: #25 Fence
Disclaimer: Naruto is not, and never will be mine
Rating: R
Author's Note: This is an AU fic, takes place in Germany during the Holocaust. I experimented writing in a different tense.
The only thing that separates the two is a fence. Chain link, that seems to stretch up for miles. Barbed wire is wound around the top, to keep from the changing of sides. Pieces of cloth are caught up in the barbs, lasting reminders of the people that have tried to cross. No one has every succeeded. And no one has ever lived. You are either caught by the barbs, or if you managed to bypass the barbs, then you were caught by the Gestapo as soon as your feet touched the ground on the other side. Either way ends in blood shed.
The camps have special names, but their inhabitants know them by much simpler terms. One side is the killing camp. The other is the working camp. If you are in the working camp, there is a chance of living long enough to become a free man (or woman, depending) once more. If you are in the killing camp, then you will die. Neither is much better than the other, but at the least on the working camp you have a chance. People were always trying to get from the killing camp to the working camp. Never the other way around.
Some are there because they are Jews. Some are criminals. Others are gypsies. They are homosexual. And the fence still separates them. Kiba is going to die. Shino has a chance of living. How cruel fate is, to throw them on opposite sides like this. No one every wants to cross from the working side to the killing side. But Shino would give anything to be standing beside Kiba, instead of across from him.
Days on both sides are spent toiling in the mud-- grueling labor. But still the two meet every night at this fence, dragging tired and broken bodies to the darkest corner. Here, where the pre-set spotlights don’t quite reach and no guard’s patrol route happens across. It is there place. Both wearing soiled grey uniforms, they gaze at each other through the slightly rusted metal. Shino has been robbed of his sunglasses, and Kiba’s face is crossed with ugly scars, in attempts by Gestapo remove the areas of tattooed skin. No words are ever exchanged between them. It’s too dangerous. If they were to be overheard, then hey would be shot on sight.
But words are not needed. The only is the soft clang of fingers meshing through metal, threading with each other, chapped palms separated only by the fence. Cracked lips meet through on of the fence’s many holes, dry tongues tangling with each other in need. Finally, the pull back for breath, eyes caught in a deadlock. The two men seem frozen in time, before stealing away another sandpaper kiss.
“Tomorrow.” Kiba murmurs against his lovers lips. The only response from Shino is a soft gasp, naked eyes widening in fear. He knew this day would come…eventually. But now? Why now? It was too soon. Much too soon.
Without saying a word, his finger’s slide from Kiba’s, only to slip back into the fence a moment later. Kiba stares blankly up at him, holding his breath as Shino scales higher up the fence. If he says anything, then they will both die. There is no doubt about this. A cry of pain comes from Shino as his hands curl around the barbed wire. He lets himself tumble to the ground, not bothering to try and climb down. Most of the skin from his hands is left tangled up in the barbs, but none of that matters now.
Kiba cradles the man in his arms, feeling hot tears brim in the corners of his eyes. Palms bleeding profusely, Shino reaches up, sliding his hands around the other’s neck. The sound of dogs barking rings through the camp, as spotlights are manually adjusted to point in their direction, capturing the lovers in it’s burning glare.
Slowly, Kiba pulls a shaking Shino up to his feet, enjoying their last few moments of breath. Soon, they would be free. A fiery kiss is the last thing either of them feel before white spots explode behind their eyes, bullets tearing through the two men’s bodies.
Like lifeless dolls, they collapse to the ground, tangled together on the same side of the fence.
X-posted like crazy