A/N: Hundred-word drabble and vaguely KibaShino. 'cause people
are finally writing it and I feel left out.
"Silent and Perfect"
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
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.
* final *
. : moths and flames; and which, i wonder, is each of us? :