Every Little Thing
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Prompt # 26, "If Only I Could Make You Mine."
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If Only
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Kiba spends most of his day outside with Akamaru training, pushing himself to his limits and beyond, oblivious to the pain in his limbs or the sweat coating his skin. Every punch is an accent to his thoughts--scattered as they are--but nothing seems to make the jumbled mess make any sense.
She's away, stuck in a meeting with her family that he can't be with her for, and he's afraid to admit it terrifies him. They're both powerless in front of those Elders, and no matter what they want he's afraid it won't be enough. No matter how much he shows his love, no matter how much he fights them to prove himself, how can it be enough?
He punches the air again, goes through so many kata he loses track of what he's doing and even Akamaru can't seem to bring him back.
If only I could make you mine, he'd whispered softly. The memory of those nights, the feel of kisses, of her skin, lying together beneath the trees and being absolutely content together--everything is painful with the knowledge that it might not be allowed to continue. That their fate is being decided by old men stuck in the past with no care about anyone's happiness.
Kiba lashes out some more until he can't move and collapses to the ground, Akamaru there beside him in an instant. He holds his ninken close, shuddering and gasping for air as the cooling wind passes over him. The forest around them whispers, and he squeezes his eyes shut and prays, with all his might, that everything works out.