Sooo.

This is the first time in about three years since I've attempted writing anything that goes beyond roleplaying, but I don't know – while I was stuck without a decent internet connection while moving into my dorm yesterday I kind of came across this list of one hundred themes… so here comes some drabbles.

Anyway, warning if you will – English is my third language, so my English is iffy at times, try to not let that derail you. :P

Perfect Blue

Over the years, Shino had become quite convinced with himself that the dark-shaded world he saw from behind his glasses was just perfectly fine, thank you very much, and that he was perfectly fine in what he saw.

Because in his black-and-white world he didn't have to messy things like colour, without all the little things getting in the way he always look at the bigger picture, he could stand back hidden behind his collar and glasses -his wall, his protection- and judge the world as he wanted.

And he was fine – perfectly fine with his little naïve view of the world, because as far he was concerned the sky was a lighter shade of shade of gray.

Of course, that was before one Inuzuka Kiba came crashing into his life… and like everything else, he was quick to judge his new teammate. He was everything he wasn't; loud, annoying, Kiba didn't think… he just acted with little thought of repercussions, and settled more than a majority of their arguments by simply cursing until Shino got to tried to listen anymore and took his leave – which would just result in even more cursing, and him showing more emotion (in the form of sheer anger and annoyance, and that thoughtful wondering that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to just smother the boy in his sleep on one of their missions) than he had probably ever showed in his entire life.

But somewhere along the line of all that arguing -and murdering afterthought- something, something… happened. Their arguments became less and less, and they actually began to speak and they all began to actually work together as a team, and he found that perhaps he could even call the other a friend, maybe.

When Kiba had shown up in his life he had done much more than be that source of annoyance from him, little by little he had picked away that perfect wall he had spent the years building up and painted that messy thing known color into his dark world with a simple kiss.

Now he found himself watching as the other boy ran around in what was usually their practice field but he had turned into a decent place to play and run around with the ever growing Akamaru. Though the only difference was that he knew that there was color beyond his glasses… because the grass was green, trees where brown, and the flowers that grew around them in this time of year was a rainbow of different colours that sometimes just made him stop in place and wonder how he could have missed this.

And the love… love he found was some wonderful mixture of all of these colors that he just couldn't get enough of anymore.

"Oi, Shino?" He blinked somewhat, glancing a bit toward the voice and the boy now standing in front of him – looking oddly thoughtful as he pursed his lips for a moment, before a sudden smirk spread across his features (which Shino had learned in these past few months of their whirlwind of a relationship, was never a good thing) as before Shino could question what was on the other's mind before he found all questioning put aside at the a simple kiss from the other.

It became clear what the other's thoughts had been when the other brought away with a chuckle of laughter, feeling as fingers grabbed at the bands of his glasses and quickly went about removing them. Shino opening eyes to a much brighter world and having to blink and adjust, watching as the other did away with his glasses by pocketing them and grinning again, reaching out and, using those same glasses-stealing fingers, grabbed at his hand and tugged him along. Away from under the shade of the tree and into this colorful world, smiling faintly from beyond the collar of his jacket, eyes scanning upward onto the now exposed sky.

He was happy because of Kiba, happy he had come along and taken his naïve world had broken it like old china on the floor because beyond it exposed something so much better…

And he didn't think Kiba could have painted the sky a more prefect shade of blue.

Well, I'm going to dedicate this to my favorite roleplay-buddy, because I believe anyone who puts up with me and my bad karma for six months deserves something. So here's to ya' Rae-chan, because I kind of got the whole idea for this from a paragraph you wrote during our roleplay anyway.

So thanks for kicking my skills right in the ass and getting them into gear.