Hi everyone! Welcome to "One by One"! If you haven't been scared away by the summary yet, then I sincerely congratulate you! lol. Heh... who wants to see everyone from Naruto die off one by one? I just had to write this though. Such a good idea to me. An alternative to my other, considerably lighter fictions.
Enjoy buggy boy's death! (sees angry Shino fangirls) ...or not! Eep!
Disclaimer: This applies to ALL CHAPTERS. I do not own Naruto, however much I wish I did.
Shino knew it would happen to everyone, at some time or other, but he didn't imagine it would happen to him today, in this particular way. He never dreamed that he would die so young, the reason of his death rather embarrassing even.
Shino sat down, leaning against a tree. Reaching a bloody hand towards his cracked bug container, he opened it and released the last of the destruction bugs. He used to love them. He felt special with them. Now, he hated the goddamn bugs.
As he looked down at his own body, Shino was feeling slightly sick. His torso was ripped and slashed, blood gushing out of the wounds. His legs were, if possible, even worse than his torso. His left leg from the knee down was gone, the right leg injured beyond recognition. His arms felt like dead weights, his clothes stained a bright crimson, soaked in his own blood and was covered in dirt, insect carcasses, and God knows what else.
The bug-master raised his hand once again, wincing, and took off his blood-stained tinted lenses. The right side was completely shattered, and the left side had blood caked around it. Shino sighed as he remembered what it was like.
He was on an individual mission, and things were going fine. He was just returning to Konoha when suddenly, some boulder nin jumped out in front of him and started attacking. Instinctivly, Shino had fought back, using his bugs. Big mistake. As soon as he released them, his bugs went pyscho and started attacking him instead of the opponent.
There was really no logical explanation as to why. If his bugs had not lost their minds, then Shino would most probably be still alive and well, walking stoicly back towards Konoha like he always would.
Silent tears rolled down Shino's face, half from physical pain, and half from emotional pain.His tears made a small trail that washed away a small portion of the blood and dirt on his face. No more father. No more Kurenai-sensei. No more Hinata. No more Konoha. No more... Shino hated to admit that he missed the dog-boy. No more Kiba, either. Mostly, no more life.
It was getting harder to breathe now, and Shino knew that the slack grip he had on life was loosening even more. He closed his eyes, and breathed his last breathe.
He had let go on life.
Shino's death was rather short, huh? I've always wondered how it would be if the Aburame's bugs went pyscho and killed them. Well, here's the answer.
R&R!
Oh, there's a pattern as to how the people in my story will die. Read a few more chapters and you might find out.
There will occasionally be a short chapter that IS NOT a death. Those are random, and tell you how people are accepting the deaths of their teammates and friends and teachers.