Bundled in black, a figure huddled at the corner of his cell, fingers twitching at the urge to scratch. He couldn't possibly hurt his friends, so he merely pushed his dark glasses further up his nose and hid his face in his high collar.
Shino was tired. Tired of the constant screams of his cell neighbor, Uchiha Sasuke. The man was constantly sedated and restrained, the use of his Mangekyou Sharingan having driven him insane. It was clear that he was going to be here the rest of his life. Shino, however, pondered his own situation.
His beautiful friends crawled over his skin, itching him delicately with their well-formed appendages. He spoke to them, caressing the beautiful exoskeletons when he dared. He had learned not to scratch - the sight of his blood repelled them, and until the scabs healed, he was never able to catch sight of even the largest beetles. So, Shino bore the torturous walking of his tiny companions, rocking in the corner of his cell.
"Hello, darkness, my old friend… I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence." Sasuke shifted restlessly in the next cell, his voice too raw to curse Shino. The creepy man suffered from delusional parasitosis, based on the information he'd gleaned from Sakura. Shino was a special case, though - he believed that the "insects" crawling on his skin were his favored companions, and avoided scratching his skin open for fear that his "friends" would leave him until the skin healed again.
"...the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, and tenement halls, and whispered in the sound of silence." Shino's voice dwindled to a mere whisper. Darkness surrounded him, intense in its coagulation, before a light shone through the blackened cell.
"Aburame Shino? Ah, gomen ne. Sakura-san is ready for your assessment." The assistant shifted uncomfortably as Shino stood slowly. He touched the corner softly, whispering a few words before nodding curtly and following the medical assistant out. After all, his dear friends would always wait for him.
A/N - Thank you for the lovely reviews thus far! There are a few things I'd like to address. I got mixed reviews about "This Little Girl". First, if you are going to review, please sign in or give me some way to respond. I am not a fan of SasuKarin either, Guest-chan, but it fit with the plot line I was going for. To the other guest with the rude words, I'm sorry that my work rubbed you the wrong way - you should get that checked out. :) Secondly, I'm giving a shout-out to Sakura-Fairy-Tail and AshesandInk. :) You two are awesome! I am, due to feedback received, continuing Heathens, which has been renamed to Colors of Darkness. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy what's to come!
