Drabble Collections

[Ino-pig]

Originally posted at , but I thought I'd share it with you guys too. :3 Just cause I'm nice.

Themes are here, set to Beta. You may request a drabble with one of those themes and a character.
My mood determines if I will write it. Also, no Uchiha unless it's like...Mikoto or Fugaku or something. I haet Sasuke-git and Itachi-tard too much to write for them. That said, let's begin.

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Title: Replay. Theme #21: Quiet
Rating: PG.
Genre: AU (about ten years post timeskip), Drama
Pairings: Could be interpeted as Ino/Teammates, if you squint really hard.
Word Count: 100 even.
Summary: In which Ino reminices, genin wonder, and there's nothing left to say.

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|Start|
It was quiet in her head.

The screams of battle seemed so far away now, the red painting the snow a distant memory. She could no longer hear the audio to the movie that played over and over in her mind.

She saw them fall–her boys, slashed to ribbons, even as they slew their killers–and saw herself move to them, pouring every ounce of chakra into their bodies.
She saw herself scream herself raw and collapse upon them, weeping.

Ino traced her fingers across their names on the memorial, hearing her genin calling her out impatiently.


And for once, it was quiet in her head.
|Fin|

[Ino-pig]

Title: Leaves. Theme #45: Natural
Rating: G
Genre: General, Fluff
Pairings: If you have to read in to it, Lee/Tenten, shadows of Neji/Tenten
Word Count: 100 even.
Summary: In which Tenten plays in the leaves, and Neji doesn't quite get it.

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|Start|
Her hair was unbound, and far from beautiful. It was not meticulous, nor did it turn her into some divine creature too perfect to resist. It was thick, wavy, mousy brown, and filled with twigs and leaves. A crown of thorns.

Soil crumbled away from her, disrobed as she rose to her feet. Her hand touched the sky as she waved him over, smile brightening her face.
He scoffed and turned away in a shimmer of black hair.

Tenten shrugged, tackling Lee back into the remnants of another pile. Her face was smudged with dirt and her laughter reached the crisp blue sky.
|Fin|

[Ino-pig]

Title: Taste Theme #45: Whiskey and Rum
Rating: PG-13/R-ish
Genre: Drama, Dark, Slightly angsty/lemony goodness.
Pairings: Lulz, none really.
Word Count: 100 even
Summary: In which a kunoichi plays him for the fool.

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|Start|
She tasted like whiskey when he first kissed her, which he found strange, because they hadn't been drinking. Of course, around her, things got a little muddled, and so maybe they had been.

When he kissed her next, he swore he tasted something strange, and couldn't remember much of that night but an impenetrable haze. When he woke up, he told her he love her. She simply purred and pulled him in again.

She tasted like rum, but wasn't that odd, they had been drinking tea, and suddenly, he couldn't breathe anymore. Remorse flashed in her eyes, and then he was dead.
|Fin|

[Ino-pig]

Title: Cough Theme #15: Breathing
Rating: PG-13 for a naughty word.
Genre: Angsty foolishness.
Pairings: None~! It was going to be Genma/Hayate, but, well, Haya-kun took over! <333
Word Count: 100 even
Summary: In which Hayate blames the moon.

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|Start|
His lungs spasmed, once, twice, thrice, before the phlegm was dislodged. He sighed into the night, and slung his katana across his shoulder.
The moon stared down at him mournfully, watching him cough and choke as he moved through the dance.

Full and smug, like some streetside whore, she gazed upon him and knew. Knew that his lungs were failing and his days numbered anyways, laughing, laughing, laughing at him. It knew how he struggled to perfect the crescent moon.

Hayate glowered, and returned to the dance of steel and ragged breathing,

The moon would not wane for him, and he hated her.
|Fin|

Annnd done for tonight. <<;