PROLOGUE
In a dark and murky alley way, there stood a towering and frigid silhouette, shadowed by the falling rain.
The silhouette gradually stepped closer to his reflection in the dark rain puddle and simply voiced the words: "I am a masterpiece."
With large and callous hands he parted his black leather jacket, revealing his muscular and chiseled frame.
Indeed, he was naked; his own nakedness was the only thing that could provide his lonely, setsunai heart with meaning.
He passed a feathery hand across his own chest, downwards to his massive sex organ, and held it firmly.
"I am a masterpiece," Shino whispered raspily once again, his length twitching in his hands.
Suddenly, a miniscule bug whizzed towards his meaty tool and landed gracefully on its velvety surface.
Shino could not help but grunt with pleasure as he felt the black little bug gradually creep its way into his urethra.
This simple gesture, the penetration of one's urethra, is actually a form of greeting amongst bugs. "Obersturmfuehrer Shino, I bring a message."
The man's dark glasses glinted sharply as he gazed down at his own trembling man machine. "Go on," he prompted.
"It appears we have a breaching in security in sector 88" the quiet voice uttered from within his vein-encased manhood.
"...sector 88?...masaka..." Shino responded with disbelief, holding his quivering spring roll taut.
Just as the subordinate insect was about to reply from within his steel rod, a rugged form stepped into the dark alley, distorting Shino's perfect reflection.
A clash of thunder struck the skies as the man stepped closer, the merciless downpour around him growing heavier with each step. "Shino..."
Shino's large body visibly tensed as his name was uttered, his gaze narrowing dangerously. "... What is it, Kiba?" he growled impatiently, irritated by his wavering reflection.
Shino felt Kiba's heavy hand rest upon his shoulder.
"...ittai nani yattenda yo." (A/N: "What the fuck are you doing?")
In one fluid movement, Shino released his aching need, snapping his head upwards to glare at Kiba through his pitch black shades. "... What do you mean..." he whispered ominously, slowly closing his coat.
"...never mind," the dog-like man grumbled briefly, his gaze inevitably lingering upon the bug-like man's raging steed. Shino couldn't help but feel like Kiba was even straining his eyes to focus on his manhood in the darkness.
"The Oberoffizier wishes to see you."
Again, Shino's gaze narrowed as he willed his erection to become flaccid.
"Then I shall no longer keep him waiting," he muttered stiffly, strutting his way towards the exit.
However, once he crossed the other man's path, he halted suddenly. "Kiba..."
"Yes?"
"...do you..." he paused curtly. "...think I am a masterpiece?"
A sly smirk slowly stretched across Kiba's stoic lips. Smugly, he scoffed: "If you are a masterpiece, then I am a miracle."
Without preamble, Shino unholstered his black, avant-garde state-of-the-art Walther P-38 magnum and aimed it dead center at Kiba's sweaty forehead.
With an ear shattering bang, followed by a sickening fizz, a red triangle of blood sprayed from Kiba's gaping throat cavity.
"Wie du mir, so ich dir."
