He sighs. And swears, just for the sake of it.
Brown eyes looks bored on the kids on the playground. November, and already snow.
The small children stumble backwards to catch the snowflakes in their mouths.
Kiba doesn't participate. He thinks he have better things to do.
Walking with Akamaru, for an example.
But he keep sitting on the bench. Just in case.
Just in case that they should come by. They always do.
And Kiba will surely wait.
Even if Konohamaru will annoy him, so he would wish the boy would burn in hell.
Even if Sakura will break down in watery tears over Uchiha Sasuke.
Because that what do for that feeling. That special feeling. Go through water and fire.
And they come. As always.
The youngest walking independently in front.The babysitter will try to comfort the oldest of the girls.
And he will walk behind them.
He is always behind.
Kiba called his name. He looked up and walked over to the Inuzuka boy.
They sit on the bench. Pale eyes watches over his cousin. He hates her with every inch of his body.
And Kiba has always admired it. Admired the way the pale eyes always seems to be on fire.
Kiba remember this in the future. Always.
Five years after, in the dim November night with first-falling snow lighting up the park, he confesses his feelings with a peck on the cheek.
And suddenly he can see snow white beauty in these pale eyes.
And the fire and flames are long gone.