Author's Note: Yes, before you say it, I know, the OOCness is suffocating.
Shino really hated the rain. He hated whatever Kiba relished. Kiba was obnoxious. Kiba liked rain. Therefore, Kiba was obnoxious in the rain. Akamaru would race outside when the skies opened, nipping at the falling drops, his excitable yap mirrored by the wolfish howl of laughter that escaped the young Inuzuka's throat.
"You're late." Kurenai stood, hands on hips, waiting in between her other two students, "again."
"It's raining, sensei," the young Hyuuga offered as if it explained everything.
Apparently it did because their sensei didn't mention it again.
They trained all morning – or what was left of it – and late into the afternoon.
The rain hadn't stopped. Akamaru (and Kiba for that matter) was liable to piss himself with excitement. Hinata huddled beneath the dropping trees, icy water soaking her to the skin. Kurenai had left.
"I'm going home, Hinata-san, Kiba-kun."
And with that Aburame Shino turned and left. He didn't walk very far before the lap dogs followed. Akamaru now huddled in Kiba's hood, still snapping at the now sheets of rain.
"I'll walk with you." So they did. Shino didn't even glance at his companion when they reached his door just walked in leaving the invitation to follow unsaid. But minutes passed and dog-boy didn't appear.
Shino stuck his head back into the rain, "Kiba-kun, come inside!"
Kiba grinned at Shino. Rain liked this simply made him want to walk in it. No, that was wrong; it made him want to dance in it.
So he did.
Shino frowned and peered out the window, if Kiba didn't get back in he was going to get sick and Shino was not about to take care of sick dogs.
Wait a minute – Was Kiba dance – oh dear.
Then Shino did the most un-Shino like thing, he leaned out the window, arms flailing, sun glasses falling from his nose, "KIBA! You are in a public walkway; put your clothes back on!"