Title: Blame the Goddamn Landscape
Word Count: 535
Summary/Description: Let's all have a nice hot cup of calm-the-hell-down (sweetened, preferably, with some aww,- how-cute). After which Kiba and Shino will kick Naruto's ass for the hell of it.
Warning/Spoilers: None of either.
A/N: Because that last drabble wasn't very happy. And man, when I thought of this, I WANTED TO WRITE IT IMMEDIATELY. So I did. 8D
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, and no profit is being made off of this.
Shino was angry.
His brows furrowed deep, and the kikaichuu flooded out of his body like a black plague. He could feel his pores raise as the bugs tore their way out of him, bringing tiny shocks of pain. He stood up, fists clenched to bring his knuckles to sharp, white points. His face was flushed in his choler, red to rival the angry, ugly colour of the large bruises on Hinata's face and limbs.
Kiba, surprisingly, was quite calm.
"Tell us who and where he is, and we will kill him," he instructed, voice dangerously level. He bared his teeth, just a little. Akamaru, by contrast, roared, startling many of the other customers in the small teashop.
"Um…" Hinata began timidly.
"Kill him?" Shino asked coolly, turning to face his partner. His left hand trembled just a touch, and told his rage. "I'm sure we can do much worse than that."
"Yes, well," Kiba agreed, "I guess I learnt a thing or two back when you told me about euphemisms."
"But…" Hinata tried again.
"You were listening. Good. Now come on." Shino was already heading for the door.
"Err…" Hinata called out once again, becoming visibly agitated. Kiba turned to her, resting a hand on her shoulder almost tenderly, if the Inuzuka heir could be said to do anything tenderly.
"It's okay, Hinata," he said softly. "Just tell us what fucker did this to you, and we'll get him. No one hurts our team-mate. No one." His voice was dark and vehement.
"But Kiba-kun," she spoke in earnest, "i-it's not that. It's… w-well…"
Her hesitance caught Shino's ear, and he was at their side in seconds. He rest his hand on Hinata's other shoulder.
"Hinata," he said firmly. "What did he do to you?"
"Fuck," Kiba bit out harshly, realising what Shino was getting at. His eyes widened, and he looked ready to kill. "Don't tell me he…"
"N-no!" the girl cried hastily. She waved her hands around, trying to get them to understand. "It's not what you think; nothing like that at all!"
"Then what is it, Hinata?" Kiba practically yelled. "How did you get yourself in this state?" He indicated her bruised, dirty, dishevelled appearance.
"…Um. Well." She started tapping her fingers together nervously. "Y-you… you see… I was following Naruto-kun around-because… I-I had something to… um… tell him. He went into the training grounds, and he was going down that… uh, incline, you know, and um… when I followed him… I-I… I kind of tripped on a rock, and… uh, rolled all the way down. Um."
Akamaru sat back on his haunches, and gave a feeble sort of wag with his tail.
Shino straightened, and went back to the table, sat down, and finished his tea. The kikaichuu trickled lamely into his sleeves, working their back under his skin.
Hinata, in the meanwhile, disguised herself as a tomato, and tried to sink into the floor for the next few minutes.
Kiba gathered his jaw, and cleared his throat.
"Well," he said lamely, glancing off to the side. Shino did not meet his eyes, and continued to sip calmly. "You want that we should… beat up the rock? Or something?"
A/N: Because overprotective!Shino+Kiba will always MASSIVE LOVE.
I'd love to hear what you think. :)