On a White Lake, Near a Green Mountain
Kiba leaned his head against the glass window. Through the window, out of the corner of his eye he could see the courtyard of the school. The girls were playing tennis, their short skirts flipping back and forth, even up sometimes, letting Kiba catch a glimpse of their pink and white panties. Only blurs though. He was too high up. Shifting his weight and refocusing his eyes on the sprawling math equations on the black board in front of him, Kiba couldn't help but yawn. Middle of the day, he sat there in his seat, leaning back and balancing so as not to tilt to far back and fall, eyes closed and arms extended while meshing fingers in between in an effort to stretch his drowsiness away.
"Kiiiba...." a voice from behind him called, drawing out the name w/ a soft, under the breath whisper girls are always so good at. Especially at getting boys.
"Hmm?" Kiba returned, tilting his head back so as to catch sight of the girl behind him. When he did, he just flashed her his best flirting smile and rocked back to all fours on his chair, leaning his head once more on the window. This time he just watched the clouds; doing their best to eclipse the sun, they seemed to glimmer and dazzle the light 'round, making the green hills just outside the school more and more enticing. He'd probably skip the rest of school today. Why not? He teased w/ the idea some more, taking it more and more seriously the longer he thought. It was the second day of school and it wasn't like he'd miss anything important really. Maybe just who was in his class, but he could care less for that. It could wait. His need to lay out and just chill on the rolling hills was much greater. He needed the snooze.
When the bell for the end of class rang, Kiba scooped up his back, jammed his binder and calculator in and swung it over his shoulders. A girl called his name from behind as he left the room but he just waved without turning around. He wasn't too interested in flirting w/ any girl at the moment. Continuing on his way, he strode through the halls quickly, making sure to be out of the place before any teacher got to see him escaping. No one really cared about the first few days, but the teachers might still complain and drag him to class. Staying to the back hallways, he made it to the rarely used doors on the east side of the campus. Other than the chance that someone might see you from the windows of the three stories of the school, it was pretty much the safest way out of the school; and coincidentally the quickest to the hills.
Intersecting the hills and cutting through the east campus of the school, a shallow river about 5 meters across wound its way through the hills, leaving the surrounding area green regardless of rain. Kiba followed the river along its bank, choosing not to dawdle on the main path case someone might catch sight of him. He liked his alone times, times when he could just chill and sleep or watch the clouds. Of course, he wasn't known as that kinda guy back at school, but every guy had his secrets, and so far Kiba thought himself to keep just the median. Unbuttoning his black and gold buttoned school uniform jacket, he let the ends dwindle in the wind. Bending over and picking up a stone, he let his pack slide off the one shoulder and fall to rest on the grass a few feet from the rivers shore. The sun, still largely hidden behind the cloud covered sky, broke through in patches, lighting the trail like stepping stones as the pebble bounced its way over the surface of the water. Lowering his hand, Kiba returned his hands to his pockets and starred out across the brook scape, the wind kicking up his jackets ends and blowing bits and pieces of his straight and frayed brown black hair to the side as he stood there. He felt good like this. Peaceful. Like he could get away from the world, his world, this life, his life. Like it inspired him, to search for what he wanted, whatever that be, or dream for what he wished, that never certain. He could straighten his thoughts here or clear them entirely away at his whim. Both were great. Mixing w/ the earth, the water and wind.
A few minutes passed, him just standing there, centering what was left to be sorted or purged, before he turned back to pick up his bag once more. Running a hand through his hair, eyes closed and a deep breath ensuing, Kiba resumed walking. Pack held over his shoulder, his eyes shifted, scanning aimlessly the glints and rays of light as they dashed and bounced upon the brook he paralleled. The sun of near noon was quiescent and slumber inducing, it's reflections on the wavering grass, the trace of wind swallowing the land as it hallowed its way over and abound the crescent hills. The first time Kiba had come here, the summer just passed, he'd been awed and reduced to the minimalist he'd grown over the past few months to accept. He hadn't known anyone then, it had been the first day after moving from the big city about 100 miles west, and taken a walk. The place had been overly rural to him, that being his first impression anyways. Big city him.
Eyes catching his goal, the lone shadow on the ridge, low, unfurled branches w/ small green leaves aimed downward, blowing this way and that, Kiba`s eyes became locked but glazed, vitrified and smooth. Brushing his bangs to the side, holding it as the rest rippled softly, he paused and stood, paying tribute silently. Readjusting the bag after the few moments had passed, he continued on. Ascending the last hill, he registered another body, a boy, blond, at the foot of the tree. He lay prone and relaxed, eyes closed and left leg angled up slightly. His blond, sun felt hair dithered like a wave back and forth, catching the Chinook wind that blew softly and anew. Kiba had made little sound as he had made his way up, and it seemed the other had not noticed his presence. Yet to say anything, Kiba just watched the the tan boy, dropping his bag silently and crouching down w/ his forearms lain across his sturdy thighs; he studied the small, thinner than grass whiskers crossing the boys cheeks in multiples of threes on each side. Soft face but w/ defined features, the blond boys clothes, bright neon orange pants, baggy and rumpled against the grass dew, black lined orange T-shirt hallmarking a toned, muscle bound body and accentuated biceps, Kiba regarded the boy with a dusky appreciation. A soft hum reverberated from his lips, lighting the day as Kiba took in the soothing sight.
Pushing up and standing, hands flush to his sides in his pockets, he looked down at the other boy for a second longer before glancing over at the clouded skyline. Finally he made his way over to the opposite side of the tree the somnolent blond lounged. Raising his hands up and intertwining his fingers, Kiba stretched to the side, mouth agape as a lofty yawn escaped. Releasing his grip, he let his body collapse slowly down, first back against the trunk, then slowly writhing his way till his head laid only slightly angled, the rest skirted by the grass, he began to drift into languor and listless peace. Just before though, he raised his hand to the median between his face and the distant sun. Fingers parted, the shafts dazzled through piece by piece, coruscating them radially before him and off his face. Consummating finally, he let his eyes flutter closed, lowering his hand to the side, outstretched perpendicularly and freely. The shuffle of the breez crossed both boys fluidly, the dying day pushing forth.