Author's Note: To keep at bay.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Kishimoto-sensei. I, however, own a set of Naruto postcards and they happen to be gorgeous. [:
And miles away, a solitary figure stood under the wrath of a more delicate storm, his hands in his pockets, his head bowed in obedience.
His hands moved, twitching from the insides, his fingers running over the feel of rough cloth and cold metal. Pulling out his right hand, he held it open, watching as the rain hit his skin.
The water rolled off his fingers in a slick and easy motion.
He could hear her footsteps echoing around him, with the sound of drops hitting the stone of the outskirts of the village. He could hear her before she spoke, her voice small, as though she was frightened by the mere thought of talking to him.
"Shino-kun?"
Her voice always broke when she spoke now.
"Hai," he replied, tracing the ingrained leaf symbol on the hitai-ate in his pocket with his finger.
Hinata held a hand up for a minute, shielding her eyes. "Do you think it's raining everywhere, just like the way it does in Konoha?" She moved.
Raindrops fell on her cheeks, but she did not flinch. Her eyes seemed determined, though he did not know for what she felt so.
He turned his head to look at her. She held her hands to her chest, firmly clasped together, fingers entwined.
"I don't know."
She began fiddling with her thumbs, rocking on the soles of her feet. Her hair was shiny with water. "Do you—do you think it's raining where Kiba-kun is?"
A cloud crackled above and he shifted his stance to stare at it. A flash of light was reflected against his dark glasses before he took them off, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands.
Her own pale eyes followed the same trail to the lighted cloud thundering overhead.
"I hope he is somewhere untouched by the rain."
She nodded. "Where the sun shines, and it's warm and not like this," she continued eagerly, her bouncing growing somewhat more relentless. "Yes, Shino-kun?"
He turned to look at her again, his eyes peering at her in a way she knew he did whether he wore his glasses or not. When he spoke, his voice was deeper than before. Deep, but clear.
"Let's get out of the rain."
She knew he would talk on the matter no further.
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