WARNINGS: rated R/PG-13; spoilers; language; shounen-ai.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own NARUTO.
NOTES: Some fluffy fluff about Kiba and Naruto playing a game of Trouble.
This is something I dragged up off my hard drive that I wrote a long time ago, thinking I'd never use it. Surprised at how decent it was, I decided to share. As usual, it's rated R because of Kiba's mouth, but the content itself is harmless.
Despite how pointless it is, there are spoilers.
TROUBLE
Two boys sat cross-legged in front of a board game, or "bored game," as they liked to call it. One had a look of intensely intense intensity struck across his face, canines baring. The other had a similar look, though not quite as malicious in nature.
"Gah, I will beat you at this stupid game, Naruto!" Kiba said, slamming his palm upon the floor. The room shook.
"No, you won't!" Naruto said.
"A fart's not gonna save you this time!"
"Yeah, it will! You'll pass out, and I'll win by default!"
"Shut up, Naruto! I'm trying to concentrate!"
Similar prattle had dragged on for the past two and a half hours. Jeez, boys, it's just a game of Trouble. Where the hell they got the thing, this author does not know.
Kiba was red; Naruto was yellow.
Judging the distance between each of the plastic peg holes, checking the wind with a lick of his finger, triangulating the movements of the planets, Kiba only had five more jumps to go. Victory would be his. There'd be no losing by the hair on his chinny-chin-chin, today! Pondering what to do next, he scratched his (hairless) chin, eyes narrowed, and placed a finger upon the bubble that enclosed the Fate-filled die. It already rested on five. Just the number he needed to seal his destiny, his win. Yes, victory was certain.
He pressed the bubble and felt the die thump his finger through the plastic with a pop!
Quick! What was the number?
Kiba's eyes impatiently awaited it to stop its tumbling about, glued upon the black craters that would announce the win. Hurry up, hurry up! A second later, it grinded to a halt. . . .
Five! Wa-ha! He won! He leaped into the air with a grin, fangs sticking out the corners of his lips like a happy vampire.
"Yahoo!" he said. "Take that, bitch!"
"What the hell, Kiba? It's just a stupid game."
"'It's just a stupid game, it's just a stupid game!' A stupid game that I beat you at! I'm better than you! Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Braying laughter. Evil, villainous laughter. Cute and scary at the same time.
Naruto sighed. "Well, I don't care."
"Yes, you do!"
"No, I don't."
"Uh-huh!"
"Nuh-uh."
Kiba shoved a claw under the board and flicked it aside, plastic pegs shattering the silence of the room.
"It's just a game based on luck," Naruto said, cheek leaning on his hand. "A roll of the die."
"You bastard! You won by luck, too!" Kiba yelled as Naruto stood up. "Back in the chuunin exams! You and your fucking fart—"
Naruto leaned forward and kissed Kiba.
"Mmm," Kiba moaned, falling back to the floor.
And shut the hell up.