Just Trust Me

Chapter 5

It was supposed to be quick, seamless, his escape. All of his plans were. The only thing they didn't account for was unexpected situations.

Kiba could feel those eyes on his back as he slipped away, with silence befitting a ghost. He could feel them long after he turned a corner, went down the stairs. He felt them, those eyes, on him, when he shed his clothes and stepped into the shower.

He needed to make it hot, this shower, so hot that he forgot the feeling of disappointment that lingered with the aftertaste of the Hyuuga's stare.

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...

He counted slowly, lowly, and his voice did not even reach his ears before the rush of the shower drained them away. The water, it fell, like tears, slowly and lowly. Down, down, went his thoughts, dropping around him like flies. The thoughts were visible, laughing at him and it took all he had to laugh with them, too.

15...16...17...18...19...20...21...

It was a metronome, the counting, helping his madness stay in line.

.o.

Hot, It's not hot.

Yes it is.

No.

Respect, boy.

Leave.

Where to go?

No. No.

Where to go?

Respect, honey.

It's what no.

Sweetie, you don't look so No.

No. Go, please.

Where to go, boy?

Honey, don't leave.

Gone? Gone?

It's hot.

Leave here, honey.

Leave, boy.

No.

No? No?

Where to go?

WHERE TO GO?

You can't No.

Please, HONEY.

HONEY?

SWEETIE, LEAVE THIS PLACE.

YOU CAN'T, BOY.

It's hot. Hot?

leave.

...Yes, sir.

.o.

When he woke up, it was dark. Unevenly dark, and the metronome was still going. It wasn't his.

The morning wakes, smiling...

He laid there, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the insides of his mind ring, ring, sing. It was bells, intimately chiming in his brain and he could see them through his eyes.

But I can't help but tremble...

Lighter and lighter the room became, his eyes widening at each tint in the grayblack room. His eyes darted from one end of the room to the other, in time with the metronome of the voice.

Knowing that this part of me will soon fade away....

He stopped moving, altogether, head straight, eyes closed, hands unclenched by his sides. It stopped. His thoughts were true.

It was him singing.

.o.

I need a break.

An eyebrow shot up at this statement, lazy smoke curling around the nose of the user.

You? What do you need a break from?

School.

You've barely been here a year, and you say you need a break.

That's the problem. I'm new.

There are other transfer students here, Kiba. Most are newer than you.

I know, I know, but I can't... I'm getting overrun. I can't handle it.

You can't leave, Kiba. Shikamaru murmured slowly, as if talking to an infant. You have no place to go. You told me yourself that all your relatives are oversea.

I will leave, but I don't plan to go to anyone.

The cigarette fell limp, and Shikamaru narrowed his eyes at him. You're running away?

You said it yourself. I have nowhere to go.

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Whoo, well here's this. It's waaaay shorter than normal, sorry. It's been in my drafts for I don't even know how long, so...

Anyway, leave me a comment telling me what you think! I don't usually ask for this, but I'm thinking of scrapping this story completely. Does anyone want me to continue, o r...