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Title: Over and Over
Summary: ShinoKiba Drabbles/Short stories
Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC AU Spoilers(for Demolition Lovers) Angst
Couple: ShinoKiba
Written By: Shino
Inspired By: The Things We Do For Love by Cephied Variable only I think it was on JBMcDragon's site.
Comments: I'll have 10-15 Drabbles per Chap mmmkay? Nevertheless, that means that, by the off chance that I update this, it'll be sporadic.
Noise- is, well, a noise in the story.
Lyrics (centered) – people in story are listening/can hear it.
Lyrics (centered) - put in fer moi amusement. (AKA, they can't hear it)
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Over and Over
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(1)
Kiba realizes it the instant he sees Shino's new outfit. He is trying to cover up more of himself. He is trying to obscure himself from the world. He is trying to hide from him.
They have gotten closer since Hinata's death. Kiba mourning the loss of his first love, Shino, the loss of a first friend.
Kiba is starting to figure Shino out. Read him like a book. At times, Shino thinks that the Inu Nin knows more about him then he does. He probably does. All he knows is he needs to hide himself from those scrutinizing eyes.
(100 Words)
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(2)
Dominance is Kiba's thing. That's just what he does. It's instinctual. His whole clan is the same way. That defines who his is. He dominates, claims, overcomes, marks. He never submits to anyone, not even to stronger adversaries. He fights, and fights, and fights. And when he cannot fight anymore, he continues pushing. He has to, has to. But the very first time with him, he immediately tucked his tail between his legs and mewled under the leaner, taller, stronger, body, and took it like a bitch.
If dominating defines who he is, then when that's gone, who is he?
(100 Words)
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(3)
Hands tear at clothing in frenzied motions. They lay here in the middle of the battle field, both of their chakra completely spent, lips meshing, rough hands touching and squeezing and pushing. They are going to die. Why did they decide to wait until after the war? The smaller of the two cries out as the other enters him roughly, not having time for preparations. Blood stains his body, despite have all clothing removed. Some is his some is the enemies some is Akamaru's but most of it belongs to the man above him. The man who is now dead.
(100 Words)
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(4)
Shino is too old fashion. Too quiet. Too patient. Too everything for Kiba. Shino is too companionate. Too loving. Too forgiving. Too much of a perfect person. He over-loads Kiba's senses and sends him out into a teetering, explosive, bright, bliss. But doesn't think about himself. It's always about Kiba. Not Shino. 'Are you cold, Kiba? Are you hot, Kiba? Are you thirsty, Kiba? Are you tired, Kiba?' What about Shino? What about Shino! What will happen to Kiba if Shino leaves?
"Kiba, you okay? Dóozo, surumasén sakébu." Blood pours from Shino's lips as he rasps this. Then, he's gone.
(1)
(100 Words)
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(5)
Kiba pouts and rocks onto the balls of his feet. If Shino is not ganna pick up on it on his own, Kiba'll need to do something. Something that'll go 'Wow.' Something that'll knock something into Shino's head. Something he'll never forget. Something he'll want more of. Something that won't scare him away. Something Hinata would never do.
He sees the teen comeing towards him. Now it is his time to shine. Shino stops in front of him and he quickly reaches up, pulls Shino's high-collar down and plants his lips on the others.
Maybe now he'll get the hint.
(100 Words)
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(6)
How hard can it be to say three, little, one-syllable, words? Shino knows six languages and is fluent in four. So why can't he say those words? Granted the other hasn't said them either, but that's not the point. He could say it in another language. No, cause then it wouldn't have a point. He just needed to say them. Right now. With the other teen sitting, in his lap, watching TV. He opened his mouth to speak when the other turns, smiles and says in that husky baritone voice with the slight Scottish accent. "I know. Love you, too."
(100 Words)
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(7)
"Kiba, you're acting weird." Blond hair pools down onto Kiba's flat stomach. "Shut up, Ino! And keep going!" Kiba growls, fingers clenching sheets beneath their entangled bodies. Ino glares but does as Kiba says. She runs her fingers deftly across Kiba's chest. Tweaking sensitive nipples, brushing still fresh love-bites she didn't make, all the while slowly sliding up and down. He mewls softly as he tells her what to do and where to touch. It's odd. It's just like when she is with Sakura. Soon she can't listen to Kiba's demands and Ino loses herself as Kiba cries Shino's name.
(100 Words)
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(8)
(Double Drabble)
Kiba blinks slowly. He reaches out and takes the flowers from the teen waiting impatiently. "Um, thank you? But, uh, who're they from?" He is glad he didn't stutter and that his voice didn't crack. He looks from white roses to the messenger. "Hell if I know." Then the boy was gone, needing to deliver more items. Kiba turned back to the class and blushed slightly. "Does anyone know who sent these?" A few people muttered. Kiba is used to attention but this is different. "Maybe Ino?" A blond called. "Maybe she's apologizing, Dattebayo?" "I don't know," Kiba shakes his head. "Ino doesn't seem like the kind of person to send flowers, Naruto." The teacher whaps his desk, orders Kiba back to his desk and to stop distracting the class. Kiba returns to his seat and is in the middle of sitting down when he sees it. 'It' is a small black choker with a tiny butterfly hanging from it. Realization dawns on him and he smiles. Suddenly, without warning, Kiba stands and walks across the room to a brunette. "Kiba! Sit down!" Instead, he reaches down; tips the brunettes head up and plants a chaste kiss on his lips.
(200 Words)
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(9)
Kiba grins wolfishly and sinks his share canines into the juncture of Shino's neck. A strangled cry escapes Shino's throat and he rips away from Kiba in surprise. "What are you…?" Kiba just grins and licks the blood off his lips. "You can't leave me now." His voice is deeper than usual and he slowly walks toward the retreating teen. "You can't be with her anymore, by rules of my clan. I've marked you, you are mine." Kiba reaches out and brushes his hand across the taller teen's pale cheek. "You can't leave me. You are mine.
"You are mine."
(100 Words)
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(10)
Shino wanders aimlessly through the streets. He is still sodden with blood, his sense of smell has gone and he cannot see. It's so dazzling without his glasses to shield his delicate eyes. However, at the same time, it's so dark; an obstinate black has claimed Shino's vision, making him have to try to not knock into things as he walks. The still wet blood drips from his fingertips and the dry clings to him. "S- Shino-kun?" That stammer, why does he feels like he should know that stammer. "Shino-kun? Are- are you okay? Where Kiba-kun?"
"My lover is…
"Dead."
(100 Words)
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(11)
Shino is dieing and Kiba knows it. That's why whenever they get together he lets Shino do it as if it's the last time or, maybe like it's their first. Gentle fingers exploring the planes of his chest, the scars littering his arms, the dips of his muscles. Slow measured movements. Easy painless thrusts. He would much rather it be fast and hard but he knows Shino will be gone soon so he lets Shino do as he likes. For, when Shino is gone, it will be gone, and Kiba will never have it again.
That is killing him slowly.
(100 words)
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(12)
(Double Drabble)
When is it too late to tell someone you love him or her? After they are with someone else? After they move away? After they die? Is it ever too late? Can they hear you if you whisper it to a grave? Can they hear your silent thoughts after they're gone? Dead? Kiba doesn't know the answer but he hopes it not to late. He has to believe it isn't too late, because if it is, it will eat him alive, like Shino's Kikaichuu did to him. He has to believe. He's standing at the memorial holding a single white lily in his hands. He's trying to find the courage to say the words that he could never say before.
"Shino," His whispers are lost to the wind momentarily. Then he tries again. "I love you." Then, he smiles; it's a sad smile of sorts. Now he knows; he knows that they can hear you after they're gone, because they never really leave. The winds blows, temporarily making him lose the scent of his lost love. He feels soft touches across his face, hears lowly whispered words and slight pressure on his lips.
He'll never have to be alone again.
(200 Words)
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1: Please, don't cry.
:dead:
That really was kinda tough, a lot of death related ones, hrm. :cough:cough:
If you have suggestions for any more drabbles tell me and I'll write it up and put it in another chapter. :cough: Otherwise, I may not update because I'm out of ideas. :cough:cough:
In addition, if you want me to write a short story, I'll do that and put it up as a chapter in it's self. :cough: Hope you enjoyed this and that it wasn't too much of a train wreck. ;;
Finally Word Count: 1,400
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