Disclaimer: As unfortunate as it may be, I do not own or hold any rights
over Naruto
Author Note 1: If anyone could tell me the name of Shino's dad...that would
be much appreciated...
Key: "" is talking '' is thinking
The Aburame Clan: Behind Shades of Darkness
Chapter 1: The Calling of the Destruction Bugs
The hours passed with excruciating stagnation as the pitiful, huddled form of the prince of bugs lied with paralytic stillness as, with the passing of each moment, life seemed to crawl further away. His grasp upon reality slowly began to slip away, a long string of deadly destruction bugs slowly trooped away from his weakened form as his control over his miniature army waned. But then, just as his vision began to darken and all of consciousness began to slip into nothingness, the single sound of familiarity, that which had haunted him since the earliest of years, his bane, his curse, his blessing reappeared as an undeniable beacon of light. Buzzzzzzzzz.
"My body...the poison gas..." Shino gasped, his voice cracking with uncharacteristic weakness.
"Don't move," the voice, one filled with the surety and strength of the Aburame clan but the silent concern of the circumstance, commanded stolidly. "I'm sending my bugs to draw the poison out."
"Father..."
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Aburame Shino was a boy of few words. His eyes and ears ensnared all that might pass his way with unmistakable completeness, but his voice was of little use to him. But here, in his weakened state, restricted to the confines of a bed, words seemed a necessity to satisfy his over-zealous acquaintances. Each day his teammates had visited, drawing him into reluctant conversation. Today was the ever-explosive Kiba and Akamura.
"We've been perfecting a new jutsu and with it we'll be unstoppable! Isn't that right Akamura?" The small dog barked in exuberant agreement. "That's good news for you Shino! We do need to have a strong leader for team 8 right?" Shino's temperament remained unchanged, and if it was, it was hidden behind the depth of his sunglasses. He nodded in obviously forced courtesy. Kiba's face darkened. 'Who does he think he is??? Acting as if he is the team leader being reported to by a subordinate! I'll show him!'
"What? You don't believe me Shino? I'm show you!! Akamura let's go! Sou Tou Rou!!"
"......" Akamura remained comfortably stretched out on Shino's bed yawning lazily.
"COME ON AKAMURA! We have to show him our new move!!!" The little white lump rolled over onto his back and returned his master with a chirp of a bark. "What? You think it's a waste of time and chakra? *sigh* I guess. But trust me Shino it's the ultimate jutsu!" Shino glanced to the door.
"Thank you for your visit Kiba, but your departure is imminent." He stated coolly. Kiba looked at his teammate quizzically, but before he could speak the door opened widely revealing the austere form of the monarch of the Aburame clan.
Sensing the necessity of his absence, Kiba stepped around the man, giving an ending call to Shino, and disappeared around the corner.
"Shino, its time, the bugs you lost from the poison, recover them."
"Father, my chakra is not yet fully recovered. If I may delay a week then..." Shino's father glared sternly. The solidity of is features reflected his answer and his impatience for argument.
"These bugs of yours, each was hand selected for their strength and ability. Any further delay and you will not recover them all. A loss of a single bug will be your downfall in battle." Shino nodded in submissive obedience and, in a flurry of bugs (the few he retained), disappeared from the room.
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Shino walked quietly through the street. The incessant buzzing that had encompassed the bulk of his auditory life seemed multiplied in force. With the absence of a great majority of his bugs the buzz from those remaining achingly echoed throughout all of his body. Yet his face showed indifference; this pain was expected. These bugs that gave him power, these bugs that tormented him constantly, they were the only creatures that truly understood and comprehended the depths of his being. Their buzz was the only sound of friendship he had ever had and truly, they were the only ones beside him. As a member of the Aburame clan his solitude was ingrown: it was in his blood to be alone. Mystery and perplexity were a part of his clan, a part of his family, and, inevitably, a part of himself. The people of the village scurried around busily (in that it was always busy in the village now) moving around the boy avoiding his path. He was not rejected or hated by those of the village, he was simply an unknown, as were his people, and there is always fear for the unknown. And so he glided, like a shadow, through the town and into the forests beyond. He moved more swiftly now, jumping from tree to tree with ease and simplicity, never once removing his hands, now firmly entrenched into his heavy gray coat pockets. Finally he discovered it, the place of his battle with Kankuro.
It was clearly evident that this was the place. The trees were mutilated: dying from cuts and poisons. A circle of shrubbery below was long dead, decimated by Kankuro's poison smoke bomb. And there it was, his own ledge, the one on which he had lied for hours, sweating and paralyzed from the poisons breathed into his body. Quickly he situated himself upon it, this being the place where his bugs had left him, here would he recall them.
Shino closed his eyes, quieting himself in necessary meditation. Slowly his hands lifted, arms outstretched, fingers bent and strained downwards. Sweat began to form and slide ever-so-slowly down his face, but gradually, the silence of the woods began to be overcome with a deep hum, quiet at first, but, as moment by moment passed, growing in intensity and ferocity. Soon the forest was filled with the hum, deafening to normal ears, but comforting to Shino's. Soon afterwards the forest was darkened by a blanket of black, and a smirk of satisfaction spread across the boy's face. 'Silence.' The hum halted instantly. 'Come.' Thousands of obedient destruction bugs flooded towards the boy, entering through every pores and openings in his body. With each passing moment he could feel his power returning and, as the last of his creatures returned to him, he tested his strength. His arms shook violently, plastered barely off of his body, this time palms up, fingers as if holding a mighty force in their grips. Then, with a changing of the breeze, Shino's head shot heavenward, arms following suit, unleashing the potent fury of his insects. A single thought crowded his mind: 'decimation.' They seemed to appear from the forest floor, their dark bodies overwhelming the nine trees surround Shino's form. In seconds the forest floor felt the result of their fury, as wooden shards and splinters rained to the ground, colossal lords among trees, utterly annihilated. Satisfied, Shino gathered his bugs and disappeared towards the village. But another pair of pale, all-seeing eyes, remained, fixated on the destruction.
"Such power..."
over Naruto
Author Note 1: If anyone could tell me the name of Shino's dad...that would
be much appreciated...
Key: "" is talking '' is thinking
The Aburame Clan: Behind Shades of Darkness
Chapter 1: The Calling of the Destruction Bugs
The hours passed with excruciating stagnation as the pitiful, huddled form of the prince of bugs lied with paralytic stillness as, with the passing of each moment, life seemed to crawl further away. His grasp upon reality slowly began to slip away, a long string of deadly destruction bugs slowly trooped away from his weakened form as his control over his miniature army waned. But then, just as his vision began to darken and all of consciousness began to slip into nothingness, the single sound of familiarity, that which had haunted him since the earliest of years, his bane, his curse, his blessing reappeared as an undeniable beacon of light. Buzzzzzzzzz.
"My body...the poison gas..." Shino gasped, his voice cracking with uncharacteristic weakness.
"Don't move," the voice, one filled with the surety and strength of the Aburame clan but the silent concern of the circumstance, commanded stolidly. "I'm sending my bugs to draw the poison out."
"Father..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Aburame Shino was a boy of few words. His eyes and ears ensnared all that might pass his way with unmistakable completeness, but his voice was of little use to him. But here, in his weakened state, restricted to the confines of a bed, words seemed a necessity to satisfy his over-zealous acquaintances. Each day his teammates had visited, drawing him into reluctant conversation. Today was the ever-explosive Kiba and Akamura.
"We've been perfecting a new jutsu and with it we'll be unstoppable! Isn't that right Akamura?" The small dog barked in exuberant agreement. "That's good news for you Shino! We do need to have a strong leader for team 8 right?" Shino's temperament remained unchanged, and if it was, it was hidden behind the depth of his sunglasses. He nodded in obviously forced courtesy. Kiba's face darkened. 'Who does he think he is??? Acting as if he is the team leader being reported to by a subordinate! I'll show him!'
"What? You don't believe me Shino? I'm show you!! Akamura let's go! Sou Tou Rou!!"
"......" Akamura remained comfortably stretched out on Shino's bed yawning lazily.
"COME ON AKAMURA! We have to show him our new move!!!" The little white lump rolled over onto his back and returned his master with a chirp of a bark. "What? You think it's a waste of time and chakra? *sigh* I guess. But trust me Shino it's the ultimate jutsu!" Shino glanced to the door.
"Thank you for your visit Kiba, but your departure is imminent." He stated coolly. Kiba looked at his teammate quizzically, but before he could speak the door opened widely revealing the austere form of the monarch of the Aburame clan.
Sensing the necessity of his absence, Kiba stepped around the man, giving an ending call to Shino, and disappeared around the corner.
"Shino, its time, the bugs you lost from the poison, recover them."
"Father, my chakra is not yet fully recovered. If I may delay a week then..." Shino's father glared sternly. The solidity of is features reflected his answer and his impatience for argument.
"These bugs of yours, each was hand selected for their strength and ability. Any further delay and you will not recover them all. A loss of a single bug will be your downfall in battle." Shino nodded in submissive obedience and, in a flurry of bugs (the few he retained), disappeared from the room.
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Shino walked quietly through the street. The incessant buzzing that had encompassed the bulk of his auditory life seemed multiplied in force. With the absence of a great majority of his bugs the buzz from those remaining achingly echoed throughout all of his body. Yet his face showed indifference; this pain was expected. These bugs that gave him power, these bugs that tormented him constantly, they were the only creatures that truly understood and comprehended the depths of his being. Their buzz was the only sound of friendship he had ever had and truly, they were the only ones beside him. As a member of the Aburame clan his solitude was ingrown: it was in his blood to be alone. Mystery and perplexity were a part of his clan, a part of his family, and, inevitably, a part of himself. The people of the village scurried around busily (in that it was always busy in the village now) moving around the boy avoiding his path. He was not rejected or hated by those of the village, he was simply an unknown, as were his people, and there is always fear for the unknown. And so he glided, like a shadow, through the town and into the forests beyond. He moved more swiftly now, jumping from tree to tree with ease and simplicity, never once removing his hands, now firmly entrenched into his heavy gray coat pockets. Finally he discovered it, the place of his battle with Kankuro.
It was clearly evident that this was the place. The trees were mutilated: dying from cuts and poisons. A circle of shrubbery below was long dead, decimated by Kankuro's poison smoke bomb. And there it was, his own ledge, the one on which he had lied for hours, sweating and paralyzed from the poisons breathed into his body. Quickly he situated himself upon it, this being the place where his bugs had left him, here would he recall them.
Shino closed his eyes, quieting himself in necessary meditation. Slowly his hands lifted, arms outstretched, fingers bent and strained downwards. Sweat began to form and slide ever-so-slowly down his face, but gradually, the silence of the woods began to be overcome with a deep hum, quiet at first, but, as moment by moment passed, growing in intensity and ferocity. Soon the forest was filled with the hum, deafening to normal ears, but comforting to Shino's. Soon afterwards the forest was darkened by a blanket of black, and a smirk of satisfaction spread across the boy's face. 'Silence.' The hum halted instantly. 'Come.' Thousands of obedient destruction bugs flooded towards the boy, entering through every pores and openings in his body. With each passing moment he could feel his power returning and, as the last of his creatures returned to him, he tested his strength. His arms shook violently, plastered barely off of his body, this time palms up, fingers as if holding a mighty force in their grips. Then, with a changing of the breeze, Shino's head shot heavenward, arms following suit, unleashing the potent fury of his insects. A single thought crowded his mind: 'decimation.' They seemed to appear from the forest floor, their dark bodies overwhelming the nine trees surround Shino's form. In seconds the forest floor felt the result of their fury, as wooden shards and splinters rained to the ground, colossal lords among trees, utterly annihilated. Satisfied, Shino gathered his bugs and disappeared towards the village. But another pair of pale, all-seeing eyes, remained, fixated on the destruction.
"Such power..."