Hey! It's been a while since I've posted anything. So sorry:(
This just popped in my head while I was doing my history homework. It might not make sense, but i did the best I could with it.
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Of all the shinobi who lived Konohagakure no Sato, with all their different abilities and skills, it must be said that Inuzuka Kiba had it the worst.
Of course, no one would actually think of it that way.
Kiba had never in his life been hailed as a prodigy; in fact he was almost always placed next to Uzumaki Naruto, the dunce. But there was no denying that Kiba was smart. In fact his brain capacity and natural instinct pretty much surpassed almost everyone's except for Nara Shikamaru. But when it came to tracking, and figuring the best way to approach an enemy with stealth on your side, Inuzuka Kiba was your man.
He had a family; even though his father was long gone, in circumstances of an accident that he had never revealed to anybody, he was left with a slightly insecure mother and a sister. Slightly insecure wasn't really a good way to describe his mother actually; abusive and mentally insecure would be more adequate. She could still fight, but there wasn't anyway she could handle children after the traumatic loss of her husband. As a result of the regular beatings that Kiba used to receive before he became a ninja, Kiba's sister Hana took him and herself to an apartment that she had rented out with her shinobi pay so that Kiba wouldn't be killed. Hana still went to see her mother once in a while, but Kiba never talked to her. The scars he had received her from her were still there, and they would never fade away. Not that he actually cared.
He had a companion. Now this one companion was who Kiba cherished most in the world. He didn't know how the hell he would have gotten by without his dog, Akamaru. As they say, dogs are a man's best friend. It certainly applied to Kiba, who treated Akamaru not as a dog and pet, but as a brother, and a person. They could communicate, in a manner of speaking, but since they had each other since childhood, they had sort of a mutual understanding anyway.
But sometimes, the skills that made Kiba unique from other shinobi were what plagued him the most.
After their first kills, most shinobi forget about the blood. They stop seeing it, and it just blends in with the scene. Kiba could never do that.
Every time he killed someone, he couldn't actually differentiate the blood from their clothing. In truth, Kiba was actually colorblind. The world was just black and white to him.
This never bothered Kiba of course, but there are other ways of "seeing" blood.
The smell. The metallic tangy sharp scent of blood. It never left him. Because smell doesn't just blend into the surroundings. And the fact that Kiba's sense of smell was fifty times more than the average human didn't help things at all.
Pretty soon, everything he smelled began to smell like blood. Even his favorite smells, like the smells of plum blossoms and jasmine began to smell like blood. It just refused to go away.
He hated the smell of blood. He hated it. But one couldn't be a shinobi without being in close contact with blood, all the time. So he dealt with it.
Kiba hated the smell of his own blood the most. Which made it easier to adapt when he began to see his own blood spill from his hands more and more.
But Kiba will be Kiba: it wasn't like him to really talk about what he felt. His calm and cheerful exterior was only there to hide the pain that found its sanctuary in his heart.
Sounds kind of weird now I look over it...oh well.
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