Hi, it's been a while. I know I've said I'm on hiatus but I had to get this one out.
It's a kinda hurt-without-comfort fic. Rated T for a couple of words and implied intercourse.
He blinked.
For a moment he thought he had spotted familiar blond hair but it must have been his imagination. It had been a while since his mind made up hallucinations of her. Two years in fact.
He let out a breath, crystalising the air with the aid of a mid-winter's cold. The conbi was a convenient distance from his apartment and he just had to pull a thick coat over his tee and made a dash for some much-needed ramen. Exiting the store's warmth made a shiver pass through him and he frowned at the clouds dominating the night sky.
Winter was nice and all but the cold made his over-worked muscles feel painful, if not numb. He preferred summer, with the boiling sun, endless seas and soft laughter. Yes, soft, just as the one he caught just now.
Out of curiosity, he slowed his pace and visually roamed the street. A person capable of such tender and sweet laughter surely must be-
He stopped.
Time stopped.
Because just across the street was the owner of the familiar blond hair, the soft laughter and the person he had once loved. His eyes closed and opened, closed and opened but the picture before him was still the same. Ino, holding hands with a tall, young man, their eyes glancing toward one another, speaking in longing caresses.
A car passed. Kiba blinked once more and the numbness was gone. His feet started to move once again and his eyes mechanically fixed in front of him. There was no way she would not have a lover again. She was a strong woman and believing that she wouldn't forget him and move on was foolish on his part.
Wasn't he the one that broke it off anyway? His fist unclenched. It had been for the best. High school sweethearts didn't last long. He wasn't worthy of her, he knew. He was just another member of the basketball club that had joined for fun whilst she was captain of the prestigious Ikebana club. Surprisingly, she was the one that confessed during their second year just before their Japanese lit period.
He chuckled. He still didn't know why a person like her would be willing to go out with a player. Her cheeks were pinkish and he remembered questioning himself if this was really happening.
His feet touched the genkan and he made a move to his bedroom. On the bottom of his wardrobe, past the summer clothes and old porn mags, was a medium-sized box. It hadn't been long before they consummated their relationship and she had started to sleep over to his place.
Naturally, she left her things here and there. A brush, her fountain pen, a stray panty. On the afternoon when she left, he gathered all those things, put them in the box and sealed it along with his feelings.
Slowly, he did the same now. Put her things in the box, close it, scotch-tape it and stash it behind his once-precious magasines.
It was all in the past now.
I love KibaIno but now that Sai and Ino are canon my ship has sunk. TT^TT
Hopefully, I will be back soon with continuations and lighter-themed fics.
Ciao,
Nelly