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inkcanvasFandom: Naruto
Characters: Inuzuka Kiba/Hyuuga Hanabi
Rating/Status: PG-13 / 832 words, WIP
Chapter: 1 of ?, A Razor's Edge
Timeline: Undefined future, no spoilers
Summary: In Team 8, there were certain things you simply don't speak of. Perhaps it was because of this that he never really knew her at all.
Author's Notes: Every time I lie down on the bed, I would get these "snapshots" in my head... like flashes of conversation, scenes, or just brief moments of something. I suppose you can say it's when my muse likes to visit me the most. As a result, that's where the basis of my stories generally come from. The following is a product of one of those flashes, pieced together on scraps of paper throughout the trips I had to take for work this past month. Like Simply Unspoken, it's Kiba/Hanabi, though these two fics are definitely not related in any way. This one has way more angst and much less fluff.
The Paradigm of Understanding
by Téa P.
Part 1: A Razor's Edge
I cut you because it's the only thing I know how to do.
--
In Team 8, there were certain things that its members had learned throughout the years to simply not question. It took many painful trials to establish what they were, but it also made them that much more aware of every single sharp edge that came with it. Yet, still, they remained abstract, because an unspoken wasn't something you could give shape to.
It was very early on, when the topic of Hyuuga house became defined as an untouchable where Hinata was concerned.
--
If asked, Kiba would've said he only ever saw her from a distance. And though that may not have been completely accurate, it was closer to the truth for him. He wanted to say he could've talked to her, but Hyuuga Hanabi wasn't someone you just speak to. To him, she was intangible. Always there and yet never quite so.
It was one week before Hinata died, when Kiba really heard Hanabi speak for the first time.
She became real to him that day... like a sharp blade cutting so swiftly it drew blood before pain could be registered.
--
"You don't train enough. That's why Father-"
She noticed him then, he knew, as he walked slowly through the archway leading to the courtyard with Shino following just a few steps behind. But she spared them no glance, no attention. Only fingers tightening around her sister's wrist until her knuckles turned white.
Hinata flinched, whether from the pain, the words, or their presence, Kiba didn't know. "I- I'm sorry, Hanabi. I just- I can't."
He was aware of Shino coming up next to him, but he couldn't look away, even for Hinata's sake. Something about the scene before him struck him as inexplicably wrong, and he wanted- had to stare at the younger woman and the way she held on to her sister angrily, almost desperately.
"Please, Hanabi... I have to go." With eyes averted and bangs shadowing her face, she whispered brokenly, "I have a mission."
He could see Hinata trying to shrink backwards and free herself, but Hanabi only stepped closer, with narrowed pale eyes fixed intently on only her sister. "He thinks you're a disgrace!"
The furious shout vibrated through the courtyard, and Hinata shuddered a little. Akamaru whined then, and it was in that moment that Kiba realized he had one hand wrapped firmly around Hanabi's arm, freeing Hinata in the process. He was crossing an invisible line, he knew, but it all seemed unimportant right then.
Yanking her towards him, he leaned in and quietly said, "Hey woman, I don't know what your problem is, but don't you think that's enough?"
She turned to look at him, in that slow, deliberate manner of hers, and then a corner of her lips lifted in a slight sneer. Her voice was low and full of malice as she replied, "I suggest you let go if you want to keep your arm."
If there was one thing to be said about Kiba, it was his rebellious nature and the desire to do the opposite of what he was told, if only to spite them. Giving her a humorless smile, he tightened his grip and invaded her space that much more just because he could.
"Go on," he taunted, "I'd like to see you try."
There was so much fury in her eyes then, as the veins around them threatened to emerge. For one brief moment, Kiba wondered if he should've exercised more caution. He knew nothing about her at all, he realized.
They stood there, gaze for gaze, and then she hissed, "This has nothing to do with a common mutt like you. You've had your warn-"
"Stop it! Please just stop."
Silence settled heavily between them all as tears slid down Hinata's cheeks. And along with the salt, it was as though Hanabi's rage rolled away with it, leaving only a tired resignation behind.
Kiba's hand, too, fell limply to his side, and his voice was laced with regret as he called out to his teammate, "Hinata..."
She refused to meet his eyes, choosing instead to turn away as she murmured, "We should go. Kurenai-sensei is waiting."
He wanted to say something, anything, but a hand stopped him before he could form the words. Shino only shook his head slightly, but he understood well. Some things you simply don't speak of, and the Hyuuga affairs was one of them.
Closing his eyes, Kiba took a deep breath and nodded. With one last hard look at Hanabi, he turned and placed an arm protectively around Hinata to guide her out of the house.
The words came softly, perhaps angrily, perhaps sadly, but it echoed clearly around them all the same. "He makes his decision in ten days, Hinata. Why can't you see it'll be too late?"
And then there was a whisper so faint, Kiba sometimes wondered if he had imagined it all.
"Onee-san."
-end part 1
Note: This isn't the end of the fic, but I don't quite mean that in the traditional sense either. I should say that I don't see this story in the usual flow of chapters. Rather, I see it in "parts" that, while capable of standing alone, also come together to form a larger picture. Because this fic came to me in flashes, it's how I've chosen to write it as well. For this reason, the installments won't be long and some may possibly even be drabble-length. It's something I'm experimenting on, especially since that's how I eventually intend to tackle the Gaara/Sakura ideas that won't leave me alone, so I hope this will work out okay. One thing I can say though- this isn't going to be a long story by any means (thank Muse).
Part 2: In Death the Sun Shiines
Characters: Inuzuka Kiba/Hyuuga Hanabi
Rating/Status: PG-13 / 832 words, WIP
Chapter: 1 of ?, A Razor's Edge
Timeline: Undefined future, no spoilers
Summary: In Team 8, there were certain things you simply don't speak of. Perhaps it was because of this that he never really knew her at all.
Author's Notes: Every time I lie down on the bed, I would get these "snapshots" in my head... like flashes of conversation, scenes, or just brief moments of something. I suppose you can say it's when my muse likes to visit me the most. As a result, that's where the basis of my stories generally come from. The following is a product of one of those flashes, pieced together on scraps of paper throughout the trips I had to take for work this past month. Like Simply Unspoken, it's Kiba/Hanabi, though these two fics are definitely not related in any way. This one has way more angst and much less fluff.
by Téa P.
Part 1: A Razor's Edge
I cut you because it's the only thing I know how to do.
--
In Team 8, there were certain things that its members had learned throughout the years to simply not question. It took many painful trials to establish what they were, but it also made them that much more aware of every single sharp edge that came with it. Yet, still, they remained abstract, because an unspoken wasn't something you could give shape to.
It was very early on, when the topic of Hyuuga house became defined as an untouchable where Hinata was concerned.
If asked, Kiba would've said he only ever saw her from a distance. And though that may not have been completely accurate, it was closer to the truth for him. He wanted to say he could've talked to her, but Hyuuga Hanabi wasn't someone you just speak to. To him, she was intangible. Always there and yet never quite so.
It was one week before Hinata died, when Kiba really heard Hanabi speak for the first time.
She became real to him that day... like a sharp blade cutting so swiftly it drew blood before pain could be registered.
"You don't train enough. That's why Father-"
She noticed him then, he knew, as he walked slowly through the archway leading to the courtyard with Shino following just a few steps behind. But she spared them no glance, no attention. Only fingers tightening around her sister's wrist until her knuckles turned white.
Hinata flinched, whether from the pain, the words, or their presence, Kiba didn't know. "I- I'm sorry, Hanabi. I just- I can't."
He was aware of Shino coming up next to him, but he couldn't look away, even for Hinata's sake. Something about the scene before him struck him as inexplicably wrong, and he wanted- had to stare at the younger woman and the way she held on to her sister angrily, almost desperately.
"Please, Hanabi... I have to go." With eyes averted and bangs shadowing her face, she whispered brokenly, "I have a mission."
He could see Hinata trying to shrink backwards and free herself, but Hanabi only stepped closer, with narrowed pale eyes fixed intently on only her sister. "He thinks you're a disgrace!"
The furious shout vibrated through the courtyard, and Hinata shuddered a little. Akamaru whined then, and it was in that moment that Kiba realized he had one hand wrapped firmly around Hanabi's arm, freeing Hinata in the process. He was crossing an invisible line, he knew, but it all seemed unimportant right then.
Yanking her towards him, he leaned in and quietly said, "Hey woman, I don't know what your problem is, but don't you think that's enough?"
She turned to look at him, in that slow, deliberate manner of hers, and then a corner of her lips lifted in a slight sneer. Her voice was low and full of malice as she replied, "I suggest you let go if you want to keep your arm."
If there was one thing to be said about Kiba, it was his rebellious nature and the desire to do the opposite of what he was told, if only to spite them. Giving her a humorless smile, he tightened his grip and invaded her space that much more just because he could.
"Go on," he taunted, "I'd like to see you try."
There was so much fury in her eyes then, as the veins around them threatened to emerge. For one brief moment, Kiba wondered if he should've exercised more caution. He knew nothing about her at all, he realized.
They stood there, gaze for gaze, and then she hissed, "This has nothing to do with a common mutt like you. You've had your warn-"
"Stop it! Please just stop."
Silence settled heavily between them all as tears slid down Hinata's cheeks. And along with the salt, it was as though Hanabi's rage rolled away with it, leaving only a tired resignation behind.
Kiba's hand, too, fell limply to his side, and his voice was laced with regret as he called out to his teammate, "Hinata..."
She refused to meet his eyes, choosing instead to turn away as she murmured, "We should go. Kurenai-sensei is waiting."
He wanted to say something, anything, but a hand stopped him before he could form the words. Shino only shook his head slightly, but he understood well. Some things you simply don't speak of, and the Hyuuga affairs was one of them.
Closing his eyes, Kiba took a deep breath and nodded. With one last hard look at Hanabi, he turned and placed an arm protectively around Hinata to guide her out of the house.
The words came softly, perhaps angrily, perhaps sadly, but it echoed clearly around them all the same. "He makes his decision in ten days, Hinata. Why can't you see it'll be too late?"
And then there was a whisper so faint, Kiba sometimes wondered if he had imagined it all.
"Onee-san."
-end part 1
Note: This isn't the end of the fic, but I don't quite mean that in the traditional sense either. I should say that I don't see this story in the usual flow of chapters. Rather, I see it in "parts" that, while capable of standing alone, also come together to form a larger picture. Because this fic came to me in flashes, it's how I've chosen to write it as well. For this reason, the installments won't be long and some may possibly even be drabble-length. It's something I'm experimenting on, especially since that's how I eventually intend to tackle the Gaara/Sakura ideas that won't leave me alone, so I hope this will work out okay. One thing I can say though- this isn't going to be a long story by any means (thank Muse).
Part 2: In Death the Sun Shiines
