A/N: Hundred-word drabble and vaguely KibaShino. 'cause people are finally writing it and I feel left out.

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"Silent and Perfect"

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Trapped between Kiba's fingers: a moth, delicate and dusty- winged with beautiful patterns across it. It twitches slightly but does not try to escape. Kiba stares at it, fascinated. It is silent and perfect for this one instant, his only thought and desire.

Somewhere, Shino is being Shino, which means that he is likely alone. This is irritating, especially since Shino knows how to hide from Kiba better than almost anyone.

"Can you find him?" Kiba murmurs to the moth. Its wings flutter but it does nothing.

Kiba never steps on bugs anymore.

He wonders if this is to be expected.

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. : moths and flames; and which, i wonder, is each of us? : .