Goodbye
It was hopeless. He was hopeless. Too late, never going back, all over, done with. Ruined.
Kiba sat in the window, legs curled up against his chest, icy night wind tangling his scruffy hair around his face, whipping his open jacket against his ankles. He stared at the inky night sky forlornly, the stars completely blurred out by his tears until it was no more than a blue-black smudge. Alone, in a strange place, useless.
"Kiba."
No, not alone. Kiba didn't move, didn't make a sound. Shino's jacket rustled quietly as a hand was coaxed from a pocket to adjust dark shades, a worried habit of the teen's. Kiba counted the seconds until Shino would pad over quietly. Four. Three. Two. One.
Shino softly padded over. The un-pocketed hand hovered just above Kiba's shoulder to console, then paused over his already tousled hair, to cheer, and finally fell limply by Shino's side. Still, Kiba said nothing, and Shino looked out the window.
"It's dark out," Shino iterated.
Kiba recalled the time Shino had told him he had never seen the stars, because the glasses hid their small sparks of light. He suddenly saw his starless night in a new light, and the flow of tears strengthened.
Ruined, useless, dying.
"Kiba..." whispered Shino.
From the first flurry of hormones during puberty, Kiba had been infatuated with sex. More than infatuated: obsessed. He craved it- day in, day out. He hadn't even tried to restrain himself, because that wasn't a big deal with the Inuzuka. He tried everything he heard of, everything he could think of, before finally deciding that he liked men, and he liked bondage, and kink, and things like that that most people cringed away from.
And then- now- four years later, in a strange place he'd never heard of until he'd been sent there, it had finally all come back at him. The same day as the one man he had always been too afraid to fuck, because he loved him just so much, and he'd thought he'd known that that man didn't like him back, because it was just Shino, and they were just friends, had confessed his love, he'd found out he had an STD that would kill him.
Terminal.
"This is the end for me," stated Kiba quietly, gritting his teeth, and Shino recognized this as letting go of the Kiba he'd always known. Kiba buried his face in his arms, silent sobs wracking over his body.
So Shino said goodbye to Kiba in his heart.
Wow, so, um, there you go. That was a load of crap, but it's because I've been uninspired forever, but have been craving writing. Suddenly, a few words popped into my head, and I typed them up, because I desperately wanted to write something. Then an image came into my head, so I described it, and so and so forth. I just went with whatever came, up until I got to the end, at which point I already knew exactly how I needed it to end.
Sorry it sucks so royally.
And no, I haven't given up on my other stories. It's just that I am very frustrated with What I Never Had (which will have a title change soon...) because I typed up everything but the last scene for the next chapter, but then somehow didn't save it properly and so I lost it all, except for the first scene. I'm rebelling against that story until I feel like it has been punished enough.
Which is a stupid idea, I know, but... ugh. I have to write a scene with Kumori's mother in it, and I don't like her mother, and I have to write two scenes with the maid, before I can get to the interesting one, which I won't ruin for you all.
I'll have it ready by Winter Break at least, I hope. Can't promise.