Note from the Author: This really wasn't meant to be a pairing, but if you want to look at it that way, go for it. I've just been having a lot of fun writing lately, trying a new style.
Fetch
The leaves rustle angrily at the chakra-laced sandals that kick off their branches, disturbing their reverie. The air is warm, full of the pleasance of summertime, and the stars are bright with joy, the moon like a streetlamp through the trees.
He crouches on one branch before springing to the next, evading his opponent, giving the chase to the darkness, zigzagging, leaping up and down, away and back, throwing off the trail, mixing himself up as much as his adversary.
He pauses in the shade of an oak, low to the ground, and draws in deep breaths, his fingers splayed on the bark, unnecessarily supporting himself because he is nowhere near tired yet.
He grins at the sound of feet on branches, and nearly laughs when he realizes that now he has two enemies. But he can win, and he knows it, and his feet leave the ground in a spurt of chakra.
He is in the canopy again, ducking in and out and around wide branches and thick foliage, disturbing the leaves repeatedly, leaving many floating slowly in descent as he disappears in a blurred leap.
Kunai whiz by suddenly, and he is surprised, yet not at all, that he has been found so soon. Tactics change; it is no longer a chase. He turns, plants his feet firmly on the branch upon which he has landed.
His opponent is invisible, and he is cautious. He backs against the tree trunk, sniffs the air. One scent is fresh, nearby; and he recognizes it as he would his own. The other is far too close for comfort. He is pinned, then, without warning, and his opponent doesn't smile. He has never smiled, but that is his most endearing quality. "I caught you, Kiba." His voice is low, the kunai in his hand cool against tan skin.
Kiba's grin returns full force as Akamaru comes to his side, tail wagging. "Yeah, Shino. You usually do."