title: He Isn't Good
warnings: graphic content may be ahead, of the violent nature.
notes: first time writing kiba/ino. ino isn't a fully fleshed out character (imo) and therefore, i will be taking some liberties into writing her. please review and tell me what you think, and i may continue this. based off of the classic of rama/seetha.
summary: "How do you kill someone who isn't afraid of death?" — AU. In which Kiba is a mafia leader, and Ino fights back.
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1. — dark blue
The forest was alive with plant life.
Kiba stood at the edge of a cliff, placid eyes peering into the pool of water below. It was murky with dirt, but clear with the sky's reflection. He imagined the water tasted like life with traces of sweet dew.
He glanced down at his feet, finding a round, soft pebble. It seemed out of place, with all the jagged boulders bordering the area around him. The stone underneath his feet was slick with rainwater; the pebble was dry.
He kicked it over the cliff, watching it go.
And without waiting for it to splash, he dove headfirst.
In a bustling city, there were three things happening at once.
A scrawny, unkempt man on a bicycle emerged from the outskirts of the city and continued to cycle on to the entrance of the forest. He threw the contraption aside almost the second he reached his destination, kicking it aside with an expression filled with disgust.
After hiding it with shrubbery, he went inside. He began a light jog, wearing the expression of an innocent cultured civilian. Yet, concentration in his youthful eyes would give him away to anyone who paid close enough attention. He stopped when he was two miles in, and he stood in silence for a moment, contemplating.
One by one, he rolled jagged stones over to the commercial forest path. He set them side by side until the path was blocked, and anyone passing through would have to stop and move them if they wanted to proceed.
Then, he waited.
Second. A man and a woman, with a similar unkempt and scruffy appearance were sitting side by side on a picnic bench at a carnival. They exchanged looks of acknowledgement, and the blonde man nodded and left. She surveyed the man as he sauntered up to one of the police officers loafing around by the ticket booth. She watched him pick the officer's pocket, and grit her teeth when the officer punched him so hard there was a spray of blood.
But when the man punched right back, a wry, amused smile appeared on her face. She swallowed her expression, however, when more officers came to the scene to haul him away. She realized there must be a station close if they were walking.
Two officers stayed behind, and she realized it was time.
Third. "This is degrading," she whispered to herself. "This is disgusting," she told herself with a plastic smile. She unraveled the tie from her hair and undid her blouse by three buttons.
Her hips swayed when she walked up to the men, and similarly, their expressions swayed. A sugar sweet melody fell from her lips as she winked at them, and they looked to each other and grinned.
They were terrible, ugly grins and she almost puked.
She smiled, and with a beckoning wave her hand, they followed after her.
Then, all three things happened at once.
The boy in the forest watched as the police stopped to inspect the boulders blocking their path. Not wasting a single moment, he sneaked himself to the vehicle and began pulling out pouches of gasoline from his jacket. After emptying the contents into the trunk, he lit a match and threw it inside. The roar of the flames caught the police's attention.
While the boy fled, the officers panicked and rushed back to the vehicle.
The jeep exploded.
The man back at the police station broke out of his timid, submissive act. With the key that none of them knew he had, he unlocked his handcuffs and fled, only stopping to thwart the ones in his way. He stole a gun from the one guarding outside and shot once.
He didn't look back to see where the bullet landed. His aim was precise, and he already knew where it hit.
Back at the carnival, the cotton candy woman grew anxious as she tried to "work out" a deal with the men. She had tolerated their stares and drooling mouths but time was almost up. She hoped he was okay, and she hoped he would be here soon.
She had no reason to worry, however. In a rush of less than a minute, there were two incapacitated officers lying on the floor and a grinning, bloody-mouthed man standing before her.
He nodded. "We have successfully terrorized all forces in the area, Sakura. Well, if the Konohamaru did his part right."
She tried not to show it, but her expression softened considerably. "I'll fix your face when we get home, Naruto."
The first thing anyone ever noticed about Ino Yamanaka was her hair.
It was the longest, silkiest, most perfect hair in the entire country, and most would agree as well. It was a beautiful, silvery platinum blonde that almost reached her knees. After they noticed this, their gaze was inevitably drawn to her eyes.
Her eyes looked like the bottom of the ocean, which was somehow surprising to most. They were expecting something pure, crystal clear, like the color of ice when the sun shined on it.
Even the rower of the boat often turned every so often to catch a glimpse of her. Ino sat in perfect stature with a bright lavender dress fanning around her feet, wide blue eyes examining the world around her.
Much to her interest, a dark-brown vulture descended and landed upon the rim of the small boat, letting out a mighty crow. It was rather rare for even a small bird to come so low, let alone such a big bird as this one. Unfortunately, Ino didn't have much time to ponder it.
A boat close to six times the size of theirs came into view from the opposite side, blocking the sun. When the warmth left her face, Ino squinted to find the source.
The sight was incredible in the strangest of ways. A man's silhouette appeared from the upper main deck, back upright and arms crossed in a display of audacity. She tried to catch his expression, but the closer they sailed, the darker the shadow cast upon him grew.
"Ma'am!" The rower cried, snapping her out of her reverie. "It doesn't look like they're going to stop!"
Ino's curious look darkened upon the sight for which she found herself lost for words. It was drawing closer and closer upon them. She froze out of fear, but more than that, the overpowering shock was what took her. She could only watch helplessly as the man in front of her yelled at them to stop, to don't come any closer.
Her mind began to stray, stray so far away from reality that the silent ringing of her ears had drowned out the man's shouts. Just when she was about to become estranged completely, the shadow of the ship descended upon her face, and she finally felt the fear of reality strike her. Her eyes widened, trembling, but it was too late.
The boats collided - and she remembers the terrifying crack of wood beneath her, the feeling of being plunged in liquid ice, and her brain numbing with shock. The pain was too intense to be felt, and for that, she almost forgot to be grateful.
It was too overwhelming. Her eyes were open beneath the water, which made them seem closer to that ideal shade of crystal ice. She thought that there were people swimming towards her, but she wasn't looking.
She was looking at the sun; at a man whose expression was obscured by shadows. She couldn't tell which one she was looking at, and the more she tried the more they seemed to blur together, until his face was shining sunset yellow burning.
Then, blackness made everything else fade away.