Ho ho ho.

[moonsheen]

Me thinks (because finals are coming up, because I am a masochist, and because it is that time of year) I'll be climbing aboard that holiday drabble meme. You know the drill. Gimme a concept/characters/pairings/whatnot and I'll see what I can do. Series are (in no particular order and prolly missing a few) Naruto, X, Yami no Matsuei, Puchi Puri Yuushi (for the obscure), Shamanic Princess (for the more obscure?), Saint Seiya, and, ah, hell. Toss in Fruits Basket. I'll give that a shot. Will try to get these done in a timely manner this time around, too.

Well. Here goes.

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[fancylala.livejournal.com]

Hrm. How about a short little bit of Kiba trying to cheer up Hinata? ^_^
Or Anko/Kotetsu/Izumo antics.

These Things Happen

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

“You had to.”

She did. The man would’ve killed her, would’ve endangered the mission-- wouldn’t surrender. Hinata sat by the body and stared at her palm. She could still see the last wisps of chakra coming off of it like smoke, the skin flushed and warm. It never took much.

“I know,” she whispered, and slowly curled her fingers. They seemed so small, suddenly.

“Hinata.” Kiba sounded pained, standing behind her with his hands shoved into his pockets. “C’mon. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

She wasn’t. It had been almost instant, barely enough time for it to register in her opponents eyes: Oh. He must’ve been twice her age, easily double her height; arms bulging with muscle now slack and useless in the mud.

When had it started to rain?

“Hinata…”

“I’m all right.”

She was. The water felt heavy on her back as she stood, pressing her hand against her thigh and wiping off the sweat. There hadn’t been much blood--just that thin trickle at the corner of the man’s lips. These things sometimes were necessary. These things happened.

Kiba touched her shoulder.

“Let’s go find the others.”

“Okay.”

He let her lean against him, just a little, as they walked away.