A/N: Okay, first off, this fic is AU. Characters will be OOC. I usually don't like doing that but it is quite necessary for this story. The title translates to "Two Worlds". So, yeah. I guess that's all I have to say about this one.
Warnings: OOC-ness, teenage Shino, yaoi, adult themes and the like. If you have a problem with that, hit that awesome 'back' button located on the upper left hand corner of your browser. XD
Disclaimer: Don't own the Naruto franchise. Nor do I own Kiba or Shino. . .
"Mother, I really must protest," Shino Aburame stated calmly in his usual monotone voice, "I don't need fresh air, I go outside all the time. You know very well how I love to study bugs." The seventeen year old's mother stared at him quizzically with one eyebrow raised.
"Shino, Alabama would be perfect for you; there are plenty of different bugs to look at there. Besides that, there's a boy your age that lives at the farmhouse you'd be staying at. There's a girl there too, only a year and a half older than you," the woman said, wagging her eyebrows at her son.
"But mother, I'm not interested in girls at the moment and southerners intimidate me," Shino said, his voice still calm and low. Mrs. Aburame blamed her husband for that; he always did the same thing. Shino couldn't have picked it up anywhere else.
"Too bad Shino, every summer you sit in the house and do nothing but study bugs, you need to get out and see how it feels to do real work. You're going whether you want to or not." Shino stared wide-eyed at his mother from behind his ever present sunglasses.
"Wait. Real work? What do you mean, real work?" the stoic boy asked the woman he now considered to be the devil.
"What? Did you think that I was sending you down there to sit around and study bugs all summer like you do here? Shino there are two reasons and two reasons only that I'm sending you to Alabama. One being so you can actually learn what it's like to do some work for a change. Two being so that you can make some new friends. You barely have any around here. Tsume tells me that her son is the most outgoing and friendly person she knows, he'll help you fit in and he'd be happy to be your friend."
"Fine mother, there will be no further argument on the subject, I'll go pack my things," Shino muttered bitterly, or at least Shino thought it sounded bitter. When, in fact, it sounded no different than his regular emotionless voice. He then stormed upstairs to his plain, boring room. He grabbed every article of clothing he could find and folded them neatly on his bed. Once he had them all chronologically sorted by color and article he began to put them neatly into a duffel bag. He folded his blanket and put it in another duffel bag, placing his pillow neatly on top of it.
He wandered into the bathroom intending to grab his toothbrush and every tube of toothpaste in the cabinet; until he glanced into the mirror at his own shaky reflection. He had to admit, he was scared. He had heard so much about southerners, none of it good. He'd heard of men going down south and getting raped, shot, and other unappealing scenarios that Shino would rather avoid. He vaguely remembered a southern family he had seen in a movie once, in which they butchered a group of friends who were traveling down south, one of them had a chainsaw. What was the movie called? Oh well, it didn't matter, the point was that this family was most likely unclean and wild . . . and crazy.
Shino saw sweat beading on his forehead and decided he'd rather not think about the crazy rednecks right now. He would much rather enjoy life while he still has one. He squandered all the toothpaste he could, assuming that the family he was going to be spending his summer with wouldn't have any. Then, taking hold of his toothbrush, he exited the bathroom.
Upon arriving to his bedroom, he placed the toothpaste and toothbrush into his bag and zipped it up. He wanted to take his bugs with him but he knew he didn't have enough room in his bags. Sighing, he laid down in bed, with no pillow or blanket. He didn't care, it wasn't cold anyways. Actually it was rather warm; he began to wonder if he'd need his blanket for the trip at all. He figured he shouldn't worry about it now, he needed to rest. The upcoming morning was sure to be the worst in Shino's life.
The early morning light shone menacingly into Shino's room, illuminating every nook and cranny. Shino groaned as he slowly began to open his eyes. The intruding sunlight was such a burden, all Shino wanted to do was sleep, was that too much to ask?
"Shino! *knock knock* Wake up and get ready, the train leaves in two hours, c'mon, you're going to miss it!"
Apparently it was too much to ask. 'Oh well,' Shino thought blissfully, 'I can sleep on the train; it's a long way to Alabama.' The boy rolled lazily off of his bed and onto the floor, catching himself with his hands. He got off of the floor, dusting his pale legs free of the dust that accumulated on them from the fall. He didn't roll off of his bed very often, it was just the fact that today was going to be awful and he was simply drained of any energy he once had.
Grabbing a change of clothes from his bag, Shino began the journey to the bathroom. He rather fancied a shower, since it may be a whole summer before he'd be able to take another one. He stripped out of his annoying clothes and stepped into the steaming water. His pale skin turning slightly red; he let a moan of relief escape his lips. Shino made certain that he didn't rush himself; he couldn't care less if he missed the train. He could afford to spare himself a few more hours of seeing nothing but grasslands for eight hours.
After washing his thick dark brown hair, he moved on to washing his lean, pale body. He let the suds from the soap slide down his thighs and calves. Thinking nothing of it, he began to caress his lower abdomen and pubis area. He allowed his fingers to tease the base of his manhood and continued to move them lower until they reached the tip. They then retreated until they found their way back to the base. The process continued, slowly progressing to a faster pace. Shino arched his back and fell back against the shower wall, not missing a beat. He let more moans escape his lips, this time not moans of relief but of pleasure.
Briefly, Shino thought of a skinny cowboy, with dusty blonde hair and very sharp features, in a tiny white tank top with a farmer's tan, riding a bull. Shino almost lost control and screamed as he came at the thought, but he had enough sense to stop himself. However he didn't have enough sense to stop himself from releasing his pleasure . . . all over the shower wall opposite him. He laughed quietly before sighing and wiping the wall free of his mess. 'Maybe, just maybe, this trip won't be as bad as I'm making it out to be,' he thought with a smirk playing it's way onto his lips as he thought of the skinny cowboy again.
After his shower, he got dressed and primped up. Adding the last touch, his sunglasses, he grabbed his bags and ran downstairs. There, his mother was waiting for him; sipping coffee by the kitchen counter.
"I'm ready," Shino informed her, his voice sounding a bit more pleased than it had the day before. She glanced up at him and nodded her head frantically. She took one last sip of coffee and put the cup in the sink. Shino knew his mother would forget the car keys, like she does when she's in a hurry, so he grabbed them for her. The two made their way to the dark brown station wagon parked outside; Shino placed his bags in the back seat with the seductive smirk on his lips, which he removed before his mother caught sight of it. She fumbled around worriedly for her keys. Shino waved them in front of her face until she took notice and grabbed them with a smile on her anxious face.
"Are you excited?" the nervous woman asked her son as she backed out of their driveway. Shino stared straight ahead, not registering the question at first. Taking notice to her son's hesitance, Mrs. Aburame made an attempt to get his attention. "Shino," He turned his head towards her, in surprise. "I asked you if you were excited."
"Oh, uh . . . yeah, I guess, a little bit," Shino answered once the shock wore down. He had been thinking of the cowboy again. 'What is it, all of the sudden, about cowboys that turns me on so much?' Shino asked himself with a slight blush rising to his cheeks. "Hey, mother? Did the farmhouse owner talk about what her son looked like at all?" Shino asked, hoping that she had and that he was skinny, blonde, and tan, like the cowboy he kept imagining. Mrs. Aburame turned an interested glance to her son and then back to the road.
"Nope, she didn't babe, why?" Shino didn't exactly know how to answer that question, he couldn't be truthful.
"Mm, no reason in particular, just curious is all." He thought that answer was sufficient enough and that he shouldn't have to further elaborate. The trip to the train station continued awkwardly for another twenty minutes until, finally, they arrived. The train to Alabama was just beginning to board passengers as Shino and his mother arrived. She began to straighten out Shino's collar and attempted to flatten her son's wild hair.
"Mother, please stop." Shino silently begged. She obeyed with a roll of her eyes.
"Your father told me to kiss you goodbye for him too, since he can't be here to see you off. I'm going to miss you sweet heart. Be good, don't get into trouble," his mother cooed.
"When have you ever known me to get into trouble?" Shino asked her with one eyebrow raised.
"Tsk, well Tsume tells me her son can be quite the troublemaker sometimes; if you spend time with him, who knows, maybe you'll become one too," she said with a bright smile. She kissed her son twice, once for her and once for Shino's father, and waved goodbye as Shino boarded the train.
He found an empty compartment, put his luggage in the cargo space, and took a seat. For eight hours he'd be staring at nothing but country-side. Then he'd be staring at even more country-side for the rest of the summer and, man, it was going to be a long one.
A/N: This is important. I don't aim to offend anyone with this fic. So please bear in mind that in this story Shino is a sheltered city dweller who has never been down south. Due to this fact, he is intimidated by the idea of a group so different from what he's used to. His idea of southerners is very general and stereotypical. Anyway, R&R please. ^___^