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Lying Little Love Songs
Title: Lying Little Love Songs
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Humor/Drama/Angst/Romance/Booze
Rating: PG-13/R
Pairings: KibaHina and one-sided ShinoKiba.
Summary: Kiba doesn't find a happy ending.
Author's Note: Uhh... I was bored and felt like writing? Un-beta-ed and my Spell Check doesn't work, so I apologize for any typos I didn't catch.
Disclaimer: Naruto = not mine. Kiba plushie = mine.
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“Who let the dogs out?” Naruto crows, throwing open the door in Kiba’s face. Shino stands behind the blond, probably smirking behind those damn dark glasses.
Kiba decides to not care. For now.
He gleefully hauls his backpack inside. Then, taking his sweet time for dramatic tension, he unzips it and exposes a sixpack of beer. Its scent is disguised with tea bags, a trick he learned from Hana. Otherwise, if Mom caught him with alcohol… Well, that’s not a very happy thought.
Naruto eyes the booze. “We’re gonna drink that, right?”
“No, it’s eye candy,” Shikamaru drawls from the kitchen. He dries his hands (what the hell was he making in there?) and fishes a tea bag out of Kiba’s backpack.
Kiba looks at him oddly. “You drink tea?”
“You want another sarcastic retort?” the chuunin answers. He heads back to the kitchen for water. Meanwhile, It takes a few seconds for Kiba to realize that witty response was sarcasm in itself.
“Hey—”
Naruto whines. “Kiba, are we gonna get to the booze or not?”
Noticing the protective way Naruto is squatting by the sixpack, Kiba grabs it and rips it open, making sure to snatch a bottle before handing it off to the other boy.
Shino watches him, incomprehensible.
“You’re going to be a loud, moodswinging, horny drunk,” he says, brutally frank.
Kiba glares at him. “Why do you give a fuck, anyway?”
A shrug. Shino is back to observing a cockroach on the wall.
Growling under his breath, Kiba takes his first swallow.
“EEYAGH!” the Inuzuka yelps, choking on the bitter liquid. “This tastes like dog piss!”
“Of course, you’d know,” Shikamaru remarks. He is crosslegged on the bed, serene as the fricking Buddha.
Kiba throws the bottlecap at him. It misses.
Another swallow, which doesn’t taste as bad, he supposes.
Naruto is humping the TV. An empty bottle rolls dejectedly beside him.
If Sasuke was here, what kind of drunk would he be? Maybe Naruto’d be humping him instead.
By the time Kiba’s bottle is empty, his vision blurs around the edges. You know, if he got another drink, then maybe he wouldn’t be Kiba anymore. He would be…
He would be…
KIBAA.
Yeah, that’s right. Not Kiba, but KIBAA.
“Kibbaa,” he tries aloud. His tongue doesn’t like the idea of a new word.
“KIBAA.”
That’s better. Now, for the bottle to seal it.
There’s a couple left, which explains… stuff. Like Chouji doing the Underwear Dance and ranting about the… Main House?
At least Naruto isn’t doing anything that bad. Just the Macarena.
Hey, the Macarena looks fun!
KIBAA joins in, determined to stay on two feet because you know, he’s KIBAA. But that doesn’t work after a while, so he and Naruto end up crashing into each other until they’re nearly grinding. Which isn’t too awful.
Shino is watching the cockroach… Wait, no. He’s watching KIBAA?
Well, he does do that a lot… Like missions and stuff. In the same tent.
Does he watch KIBAA when he’s sleeping, too?
KIBAA crashes onto the bed next to Shikamaru, tongue lolling happily. “Whee…”
The Nara eyes him distastefully, asking, “Having fun?”
Nod nod.
“Looks like Shino was right,” Shikamaru sighs, chewing on the tealess bag.
“Shika’s booored,” KIBAA comments intelligently. “Shika wanna dance?”
“No.”
“Aww…”
“Go make out with someone. You’re probably inches from it anyway,” Shikamaru says.
Making out… with someone? Like, a guy?
“That sounds kinda nasty,” KIBAA argues, sitting firmly on his man-pride. Not that he is a man, but… well, there’s a point to it somewhere. Uh-huh.
He might be blushing anyway.
“It’s useless to get so defensive,” Shikamaru continues. “Not like it matters how straight you are.”
“I’M PLENNY STRAIGHT!” KIBAA roars. Then curls into a ball. Stop making him think, Shika! Drunken brains don’t work that way…
And he notices that Shino is still watching.
“I would definitely NOT make out with YOU,” KIBAA decides, pointing at the Aburame. “No way in HELL.”
Shino shrugs again.
KIBAA repeats, just for emphasis, “No way in HELL.”
Because, well, not Shino. Right?
Right?
“Maybe Naruto…” KIBAA thinks aloud, if he had to make out with someone. It might as well be Naruto, ‘cause neither of them would remember it in the morning. Nice.
He looks for Naruto, trying to rub the bleary edge out of his eyes, and finds him using a DDR pad as a pillow.
Sleeping already?
“Stoopid Naru,” he comments.
But then, maybe it’d be nice to sleep too…
“’Night, Shino…”
“Goodnight, Kiba.”
KIBAA sprawls out on his teammate’s feet. Which smell kind of weird.
He thinks he sees Shino’s hand twitch, almost like he’s going to pet him.
Well, he knows what Shino’s hands are like. Training, missions, yeah… stuff. They’ve touched and fought and bandaged. Nice thin strong hands.
KIBAA decides that he wouldn’t mind at all if Shino petted him. Or scratched behind his ears. That’d feel good.
The dog-boy rolls over, belly exposed, like a wolf showing submission. He wonders if Shino sees that.
Either way, KIBAA whines happily.
Shino tells him to just go to sleep.
* * *
Ew.
It smells like shit in here. And stir fry.
Goddammit.
“Nngh,” Kiba groans, hoisting himself onto his elbows.
Shikamaru is cooking. Wow. And Shino cuts up a pepper next to him.
Oww… tongue feels funny.
Kiba staggers over to the kitchen. He grabs a clean-looking glass and fills it with water. Sipping it slowly, he remembers that he has to be a ninja today, so it’d be good to look around and be perceptive. Which isn’t a strong point in the first place, but who gives a fuck.
Naruto’s apartment isn’t trashed, a nice surprise. But it smells mostly like…
“Hey, Shikamaru,” Kiba mumbles.
“What?” the chuunin asks, adding Shino’s pepper to the stir fry.
“You cleaned up or somethin’?”
“Yeah.”
Out of character much? Kiba prods him with the glass.
“Wouldn’t that be too troublesome?” he growls.
Shikamaru gives him the Look that means he’s being stupid. He explains, “You all were passed out, except for Shino, who had you on his feet and didn’t feel like disturbing you. And I was bored. It’s not like Naruto has the most enthralling literature.”
He points to a dog-eared Suna Slut. Kiba remembers paging through that one in the drugstore. It kinda sucked, even for cheap porn.
“I’d memorized how the room originally looked, so it wasn’t hard to put everything back where it was.”
Oh yeah, 200-something IQ. How could he forget.
Kiba stretches absent-mindedly, sniffing the air for a topic change.
“Food smells good,” he announces.
Shino looks at him. “Take a plate and eat.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
* * *
“Hey… Shino?”
The two of them are walking to the Hyuuga complex. Kiba, having sufficiently recovered from his hangover, had sent a chakra signal into the air for Akamaru to follow. The dog met up with them a few blocks away, making sure that his parter knew how pissed off he was for not being allowed to come to the party. It’ll take a while for Kiba to be forgiven.
All that’s left is the hoping Hinata won’t think he smells too much like booze.
Now they get to look forward to a C-rank mission—without Kurenai. Utter joy.
‘Hm?’ says Aburame body language.
“I didn’t do anything stupid last night… did I?” Kiba’s voice is suddenly quiet, more afraid than he’d like people to see. Akamaru notices and doesn’t say anything.
He thinks he remembers everything that happened, but there’s always the chance…
“If you mean did you hump anyone’s leg, then no,” Shino replies.
“So, no making out with Naruto or something?”
“No.”
Kiba exhales loudly in relief. “Thank god.”
On a thought, he remarks, “Then again, I’d probably know if I did. Like I’d wake up with bruises or bug bites all over.”
“Why would I use the kikaichuu on you?” Shino asks.
“Huh?” Kiba does a double-take, trying to see if he’s being serious. “Well, if I started kissing you…”
The thought turns his ears red.
“I wouldn’t attack you,” is all Shino says.
There is something tight in Kiba’s chest. He stares.
Akamaru doesn’t bother figuring out human situations.
Shino doesn’t stare back. The hands that Kiba wanted/wants to feel against him are in the trenchcoat pockets.
It occurs to him that he feels like a dog. More than an Inuzuka probably should.
He looks back at Shino a last time and sees it in the terseness of his posture, the casual set of his shoulders.
Shino thinks of him as a dog.
Maybe he should cry.
Maybe he should laugh.
The tight thing in Kiba’s chest curls in on itself and dies.
* * *
Hinata mewls under him and cries out; Kiba wonders if he is human enough for this. He kisses her deep and hard, looking for something that he doesn’t think exists, something he might be able to call love.
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There, the end. Not bleeding angst the way I normally like it, but what can I say. It was pleasing to write.
Reviews are appreciated, in case I decide to write more.
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Humor/Drama/Angst/Romance/Booze
Rating: PG-13/R
Pairings: KibaHina and one-sided ShinoKiba.
Summary: Kiba doesn't find a happy ending.
Author's Note: Uhh... I was bored and felt like writing? Un-beta-ed and my Spell Check doesn't work, so I apologize for any typos I didn't catch.
Disclaimer: Naruto = not mine. Kiba plushie = mine.
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“Who let the dogs out?” Naruto crows, throwing open the door in Kiba’s face. Shino stands behind the blond, probably smirking behind those damn dark glasses.
Kiba decides to not care. For now.
He gleefully hauls his backpack inside. Then, taking his sweet time for dramatic tension, he unzips it and exposes a sixpack of beer. Its scent is disguised with tea bags, a trick he learned from Hana. Otherwise, if Mom caught him with alcohol… Well, that’s not a very happy thought.
Naruto eyes the booze. “We’re gonna drink that, right?”
“No, it’s eye candy,” Shikamaru drawls from the kitchen. He dries his hands (what the hell was he making in there?) and fishes a tea bag out of Kiba’s backpack.
Kiba looks at him oddly. “You drink tea?”
“You want another sarcastic retort?” the chuunin answers. He heads back to the kitchen for water. Meanwhile, It takes a few seconds for Kiba to realize that witty response was sarcasm in itself.
“Hey—”
Naruto whines. “Kiba, are we gonna get to the booze or not?”
Noticing the protective way Naruto is squatting by the sixpack, Kiba grabs it and rips it open, making sure to snatch a bottle before handing it off to the other boy.
Shino watches him, incomprehensible.
“You’re going to be a loud, moodswinging, horny drunk,” he says, brutally frank.
Kiba glares at him. “Why do you give a fuck, anyway?”
A shrug. Shino is back to observing a cockroach on the wall.
Growling under his breath, Kiba takes his first swallow.
“EEYAGH!” the Inuzuka yelps, choking on the bitter liquid. “This tastes like dog piss!”
“Of course, you’d know,” Shikamaru remarks. He is crosslegged on the bed, serene as the fricking Buddha.
Kiba throws the bottlecap at him. It misses.
Another swallow, which doesn’t taste as bad, he supposes.
Naruto is humping the TV. An empty bottle rolls dejectedly beside him.
If Sasuke was here, what kind of drunk would he be? Maybe Naruto’d be humping him instead.
By the time Kiba’s bottle is empty, his vision blurs around the edges. You know, if he got another drink, then maybe he wouldn’t be Kiba anymore. He would be…
He would be…
KIBAA.
Yeah, that’s right. Not Kiba, but KIBAA.
“Kibbaa,” he tries aloud. His tongue doesn’t like the idea of a new word.
“KIBAA.”
That’s better. Now, for the bottle to seal it.
There’s a couple left, which explains… stuff. Like Chouji doing the Underwear Dance and ranting about the… Main House?
At least Naruto isn’t doing anything that bad. Just the Macarena.
Hey, the Macarena looks fun!
KIBAA joins in, determined to stay on two feet because you know, he’s KIBAA. But that doesn’t work after a while, so he and Naruto end up crashing into each other until they’re nearly grinding. Which isn’t too awful.
Shino is watching the cockroach… Wait, no. He’s watching KIBAA?
Well, he does do that a lot… Like missions and stuff. In the same tent.
Does he watch KIBAA when he’s sleeping, too?
KIBAA crashes onto the bed next to Shikamaru, tongue lolling happily. “Whee…”
The Nara eyes him distastefully, asking, “Having fun?”
Nod nod.
“Looks like Shino was right,” Shikamaru sighs, chewing on the tealess bag.
“Shika’s booored,” KIBAA comments intelligently. “Shika wanna dance?”
“No.”
“Aww…”
“Go make out with someone. You’re probably inches from it anyway,” Shikamaru says.
Making out… with someone? Like, a guy?
“That sounds kinda nasty,” KIBAA argues, sitting firmly on his man-pride. Not that he is a man, but… well, there’s a point to it somewhere. Uh-huh.
He might be blushing anyway.
“It’s useless to get so defensive,” Shikamaru continues. “Not like it matters how straight you are.”
“I’M PLENNY STRAIGHT!” KIBAA roars. Then curls into a ball. Stop making him think, Shika! Drunken brains don’t work that way…
And he notices that Shino is still watching.
“I would definitely NOT make out with YOU,” KIBAA decides, pointing at the Aburame. “No way in HELL.”
Shino shrugs again.
KIBAA repeats, just for emphasis, “No way in HELL.”
Because, well, not Shino. Right?
Right?
“Maybe Naruto…” KIBAA thinks aloud, if he had to make out with someone. It might as well be Naruto, ‘cause neither of them would remember it in the morning. Nice.
He looks for Naruto, trying to rub the bleary edge out of his eyes, and finds him using a DDR pad as a pillow.
Sleeping already?
“Stoopid Naru,” he comments.
But then, maybe it’d be nice to sleep too…
“’Night, Shino…”
“Goodnight, Kiba.”
KIBAA sprawls out on his teammate’s feet. Which smell kind of weird.
He thinks he sees Shino’s hand twitch, almost like he’s going to pet him.
Well, he knows what Shino’s hands are like. Training, missions, yeah… stuff. They’ve touched and fought and bandaged. Nice thin strong hands.
KIBAA decides that he wouldn’t mind at all if Shino petted him. Or scratched behind his ears. That’d feel good.
The dog-boy rolls over, belly exposed, like a wolf showing submission. He wonders if Shino sees that.
Either way, KIBAA whines happily.
Shino tells him to just go to sleep.
* * *
Ew.
It smells like shit in here. And stir fry.
Goddammit.
“Nngh,” Kiba groans, hoisting himself onto his elbows.
Shikamaru is cooking. Wow. And Shino cuts up a pepper next to him.
Oww… tongue feels funny.
Kiba staggers over to the kitchen. He grabs a clean-looking glass and fills it with water. Sipping it slowly, he remembers that he has to be a ninja today, so it’d be good to look around and be perceptive. Which isn’t a strong point in the first place, but who gives a fuck.
Naruto’s apartment isn’t trashed, a nice surprise. But it smells mostly like…
“Hey, Shikamaru,” Kiba mumbles.
“What?” the chuunin asks, adding Shino’s pepper to the stir fry.
“You cleaned up or somethin’?”
“Yeah.”
Out of character much? Kiba prods him with the glass.
“Wouldn’t that be too troublesome?” he growls.
Shikamaru gives him the Look that means he’s being stupid. He explains, “You all were passed out, except for Shino, who had you on his feet and didn’t feel like disturbing you. And I was bored. It’s not like Naruto has the most enthralling literature.”
He points to a dog-eared Suna Slut. Kiba remembers paging through that one in the drugstore. It kinda sucked, even for cheap porn.
“I’d memorized how the room originally looked, so it wasn’t hard to put everything back where it was.”
Oh yeah, 200-something IQ. How could he forget.
Kiba stretches absent-mindedly, sniffing the air for a topic change.
“Food smells good,” he announces.
Shino looks at him. “Take a plate and eat.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
* * *
“Hey… Shino?”
The two of them are walking to the Hyuuga complex. Kiba, having sufficiently recovered from his hangover, had sent a chakra signal into the air for Akamaru to follow. The dog met up with them a few blocks away, making sure that his parter knew how pissed off he was for not being allowed to come to the party. It’ll take a while for Kiba to be forgiven.
All that’s left is the hoping Hinata won’t think he smells too much like booze.
Now they get to look forward to a C-rank mission—without Kurenai. Utter joy.
‘Hm?’ says Aburame body language.
“I didn’t do anything stupid last night… did I?” Kiba’s voice is suddenly quiet, more afraid than he’d like people to see. Akamaru notices and doesn’t say anything.
He thinks he remembers everything that happened, but there’s always the chance…
“If you mean did you hump anyone’s leg, then no,” Shino replies.
“So, no making out with Naruto or something?”
“No.”
Kiba exhales loudly in relief. “Thank god.”
On a thought, he remarks, “Then again, I’d probably know if I did. Like I’d wake up with bruises or bug bites all over.”
“Why would I use the kikaichuu on you?” Shino asks.
“Huh?” Kiba does a double-take, trying to see if he’s being serious. “Well, if I started kissing you…”
The thought turns his ears red.
“I wouldn’t attack you,” is all Shino says.
There is something tight in Kiba’s chest. He stares.
Akamaru doesn’t bother figuring out human situations.
Shino doesn’t stare back. The hands that Kiba wanted/wants to feel against him are in the trenchcoat pockets.
It occurs to him that he feels like a dog. More than an Inuzuka probably should.
He looks back at Shino a last time and sees it in the terseness of his posture, the casual set of his shoulders.
Shino thinks of him as a dog.
Maybe he should cry.
Maybe he should laugh.
The tight thing in Kiba’s chest curls in on itself and dies.
* * *
Hinata mewls under him and cries out; Kiba wonders if he is human enough for this. He kisses her deep and hard, looking for something that he doesn’t think exists, something he might be able to call love.
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There, the end. Not bleeding angst the way I normally like it, but what can I say. It was pleasing to write.
Reviews are appreciated, in case I decide to write more.