I hope you guys find this enjoyable. I didn't put much thought into it. It just kind of came to me, and I thought it would be cool. I've never been in a real life explosion before so I don't even know what it would feel like, or how far away would you have to be to not feel the impact... I don't know anything! So anyways, review. I love you guys so much for the reviews so far. And Phil: Thank you. You don't have an account, so I couldn't reply, but I love you. Also, I know it's an Evangelion quote, but it's amazing with a double 'Q' –WTR :D
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''God's in his Heaven, all's right with the world.''
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Kiba Inuzuka gave a frustrated sigh. The sky above him was a mixture of golden hues as the sun rose. There was little to no wind, the bright red flags on the streets swaying lightly. He wore a simple T-shirt and a pair of pants that complimented his strong build. Beside him stood a blond, completely oblivious to Kiba's distress. Like usual.
"Naruto?" Kiba mumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose awkwardly. Naruto turned to look at him, his blue eyes widening in surprise at Kiba's flushed face. The blond raised his eyebrows in apparent amusement.
"What do you think of going for a picnic by the river?" He asked, biting his lip nervously. Naruto frowned when he saw a trickle of blood drip down Kiba's chin.
"Stop that." He said. A tanned hand reached up and wiped away the blood, not at all squeamish.
"Sorry. So...?" Kiba said. Naruto smirked at the blush that was now painfully obvious on Kiba's face.
"I wouldn't mind that at all. You're making the food, though."
"O-oh, really? S-sure! I don't mind that at all." Naruto snorted before heading back inside, leaving a grinning brunette on the balcony.
"Naruto! Wait! I'm planning on making sandwiches... do you prefer ham or beef?" Kiba called after the blond as he entered behind him.
"Ham, please. I'll go get ready, seeing as you've been dressed for a while now." Naruto smiled. He turned to walk away, but he couldn't ignore the strange feeling in his stomach when he did so.
Kiba gave a tentative nod, watching the clumsy idiot stumble through the dark hallway. "Don't trip on the side tab-"
"Ow, damn it!"
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"Okay. So turn left now." Naruto said, inspecting the map stretched out on his lap. They were driving down an empty road. The scenery was dark and gloomy, and the sky was dull with the absence of the sun, which was hidden behind a large group of dark clouds. The grass was dead; there was no vegetation or wildlife, just a barren field. "Are you sure you want to have a picnic here? It's... frightening, almost."
"Yes, positive. I've been here before. I just must've taken a different way..." Kiba said cheerfully, though his eyes furrowed in confusion.
"That's a lie! You have no idea where we are!" Naruto retorted. He licked his lips absently; unaware of the fact it made Kiba tremble.
"You're the one with the map!" Kiba growled. His competitive side was beginning to show. He would not lose to the young blond.
"You're the one that's supposed to know where we're picnicking!" Naruto shouted, raising his hands in disbelief. He looked up at the roof of the car and shook his head exaggeratedly.
"Stop it. You're over-exaggerating." Kiba stated. He took his eyes off the road and looked over at the blond in the seat beside him, his eyes scrutinizing every feature of Naruto.
"And you're mouthing off." Kiba noticed Naruto cross his arms and look away, giving him a childish air.
"You're such a child." Kiba chuckled softy. He saw Naruto's fists clench in rage, so he pulled over on the side of the road, ignoring Naruto's protests.
"We're going to have a little talk." The brunette said. His tone was dead serious.
"About what?" Naruto asked, tilting his head slightly. Kiba shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting the words come to him.
"I... I need some relationship advice." He heard Naruto shuffle slightly, and then heard a small, "Yes?"
"There's this person... that I'm having mixed feelings for. Whenever I'm around them, it's like my world is so much brighter, so much better. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's truly how I feel. When they leave... it hurts. Like someone was taking a part of me away. So I'm not quite sure... what these feelings are. I've never been one to be into relationships, really. Sure, I admire girls. Just... this is different." Kiba said, keeping his eyes shut in fear of Naruto's reaction.
"Those feelings, Kiba... those are called 'love'. I think you're expressing the desire to be with this person. And truthfully, I'm very glad for you Kiba. I hope the feelings are mutual between the both of you." Naruto's voice sounded slightly pained, so he briefly opened his eyes. Just as he had thought, the blond wore a grimace, which was quickly turned into a look of surprise when he saw warm brown eyes looking at him.
"I thought so... Naruto, are you alright?" Kiba asked, frowning when the blond looked out the window.
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine." Naruto replied. His voice sounded off. Flat. Emotionless.
"No, you're not. What's wrong?" Kiba asked again, firmer this time. The blond in return opened his car door, leaving it open as he ran out into the field.
Kiba gaped at the spot where the blond had been sitting just moments before. When realization finally kicked in, Kiba rushed out of the car, only to find the blond a mere dark speck in the distance. The blond was fast, he would give him that. Kiba's worried gaze shifted to the sky when it gave a threatening roar. Said roar promised pouring rain and possibly hail for a certain blond run away. Kiba's heart stopped. Naruto was all alone, in a place he had never ever been in before. He had nowhere to go, no one he knew. So Kiba took off after the blond, overcoming his fear of getting lost, of finding a strange creature in this empty field, of leaving his car alone and unlocked and of losing someone important to him. Dust clouds formed behind him, his boots pounding against the ground, his breath coming in pants, his face twisted in determination. He looked at his surroundings, watching for the tiniest hint of movement, ready to give his all and more to catch the blond idiot who had so carelessly abandoned him.
"Naruto, where are you?" Kiba screamed. He stood still, waiting for a response, but none came. That was when he spotted it: a small town in the distance, its grey buildings looming slightly on the horizon. Kiba knew. He just knew that the blond had run off there. He started to run again, ignoring the pounding of his heart; of how much his muscles ached when they stretched.
It took him around half an hour for Kiba to arrive at the town. His whole body felt sore, as if someone had drove over him multiple times, making sure that they had run over every cell of his body. He knew Naruto harboured this same pain, possibly worse. His frame trembled for every step he took, and it was becoming more violent by every passing second. He reached a hand into his pocket, relieved when he felt the smooth leather of his wallet. He would make sure to stay here tonight at a hotel with Naruto. When he found him, that is. Where could you be, idiot? Why'd you do this? And to think, I'm so in love with you that I ran all the way here. I'm about to pass out from exhaustion, and you're still the only thing on my mind.
That was when he noticed that the people around him were staring up at the sky behind him. He turned to face the same way, and squinted his eyes. It was barely there, but it was. A dark speck. In the sky. It could only mean one thing. Bombs.
As soon as he realized how much worse his situation had gotten, sirens filled the air, and he watched people scramble around, trying to find a suitable shelter. This only made the need to find the blond worse, and Kiba could barely stand still for a second before scanning the area.
''Sir, sir, it's an air raid! Please, sir, come with me. I'll take you to the shelter, okay?'' Kiba shrugged the young woman's hands off.
''Sir. They'll be here soon, you have to come with me!'' The woman shouted, more urgently this time. This only alerted more people of his presence, and soon enough, a group of civilians had led him into an underground shelter. It was practically a long tunnel with benches against the walls. He saw people of all genders and ages waiting fearfully for the 'all clear' signal. His heart felt like it was shattering in two. Surely Naruto knew about the Air Raid? He was probably in another shelter. He wasn't up there, no. No, he couldn't be. But what if... he was?
At this thought, Kiba ran back, ignoring the shouts behind him. He clambered onto the surface, and realized how loud the planes were. A loud buzzing noise filled the air, yet it felt quiet. Too quiet. It wasn't there yet. He still had time to find Naruto. He glanced around quickly, to see if anyone was there, but found nothing. He quickly ran into an alley, and began shouting Naruto's name, grateful for the loud echo that followed.
He came across an empty town square. There was a fountain in the middle, and cars bordered the square, almost like a frame. Desperation was now finding its way into his voice, and he couldn't help but feel a little paranoid at the fact he could be blown to shreds in a couple minutes, looking for a blond who could or could not be on the surface. He followed a narrow pathway onto another street, and decided which direction he should go. He ended up following a street on his left, and Lord, was he thankful for that decision. At the end of the road, he saw someone. Someone with blond hair and fierce blue eyes. Someone whom he could recognize anywhere: his blond, his Naruto. Panic settled upon him like a blanket. The roar of the plane's engine was now deafening. He could feel the vibrations underneath his feet. He knew it had entered the town now, and would unleash its wrath in just a couple seconds, so he ran. He ran as fast as he could go. Love, passion, protectiveness, fuelling his energy-less body. Everything was silent. His breath was loud. Too loud. His footsteps, too loud. His shouts of fear, TOO LOUD. His heart, it was so loud. So loud.
He threw himself on top of the blond, not bothering to see if he was injured or not, and held him. He clutched onto him, never letting go. He might die himself, but he would not let Naruto be harmed. The air was filled with tension as the first bomb dropped. It sounded like a whistle, falling down to earth, and landing with a loud explosion, not too far away from him. Fire erupted from the alley he had been in only minutes before, and the blast pushed him against a wall, still holding onto the blond for his life. He only sat and watched as hell unleashed all around him. The heat was scorching his face, so he took off his jacket and wrapped it around the blond. Not once looking down at him, just feeling his way. Bomb after bomb, the town fell to pieces. Buildings were barely standing, with chunks blown off, making dents on the crudely made road below them. Fires raged. The sky was painted a strange scarlet. Charcoal smoke. He heard screams. Screams of pain and fear from the people who had not made it to the shelters on time. People who had been too unwilling to sacrifice their belongings in order to keep their lives. Kiba only held the blond tighter if that was possible, holding the body against his chest. He ignored the shivers he felt whenever he made contact with the blonds' skin.
''We're going to be just fine, Naruto.'' Kiba said. He stroked the golden spikes, frowning when his fingers ran through greasy, matted hair. He still didn't look down. The French aircraft finally flew away, thinking it had presented enough of a threat to the Germans.
Kiba reluctantly looked down at the body in his hands. The lifeless body of a boy, about 6 or 7. His eyes were dull. His body was limp. He was not smiling. Kiba's cries echoed through the tortured town.
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Well then. The ending scene was so super intense for me. Hope you guys enjoyed it! I actually wrote this in about 2-3 hours. Not like you care. But... spare me a review, please! I'd love you guys. Not like I don't, though. Just saying. Where's Naruto? Will Kiba find him? What happened to the boy? Is someone going to steal Kiba's car? When are Kiba and Naruto going to do the Nasty Nasty... wait, what? =) –WTR.