Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Rating: T, for weird turns of phrases and too-long sentences.
A/N: Another shorty designed to let off steam. Work and school are being so difficult, cutting off my creative circulation. Enjoy these random snippets while I pound out "Catching." =)
~Sacred~
Everyone thinks that Kiba prowls around Ino, a wolf guarding the edge of forest that's his home. Rippling muscles, sleek fur, sharpened fangs ready to engage any threat, any malcontent. And not just one, but both, when Akamaru participates.
Two pairs of penetrating eyes that watch, oh, so carefully, her movements. The actions, looks, and words of those around her are even more closely observed. All Kiba's and Akamaru's infinite, furious love is reserved for her alone, and no one, no one, can break their defense, standing like an invisible shield to protect her. Ino is untouchable behind them. No one can mar the shimmering glass of emotions just under the surface, patched haphazardly after the deaths of the Third, Asuma, Sasuke, and the Fifth.
She is autonomous among those who are not Kiba or Akamaru; weaving herself like a single, shining thread in the cloth of people, as her lover and his companion press healingly against her body and use deep wisdom to mortar unseen, cutting wounds.
She would be so easy to shatter.
Kiba and Akamaru know this, so they snarl and tear into anyone who so much as sniffs the wrong way at her.
A/N: I like the idea of Sasuke's death, you don't even know how much. So...*shrugs*...let this be a glimpse into the future. =) I guess we'll see what happens. Thanks for reading!