Bits and Pieces: Naruto

 

Title: Late Night Murder Session

Fandom: Naruto

Urban Legend: Bedroom Light

Characters: Naruto, Kiba

Word count: 468

AN: Yes, I am horribly terrible to Kiba in this one. *sighs* So very mean it hurts.

 

I AM working on the drabbles. Just have to give me time. Busy.

 

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“This sucks so much,” Naruto whined, shaking his head as he flipped through a text book. Kiba glanced up from his own books and rolled his eyes at his friend before going back to what he was reading.

 

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he drawled, writing down a note. “And you’ve been studying for longer then me.”

 

“Being friends with Sasuke has its perks, including the fact that I can go for long periods of studying without stopping,” Naruto snorted. “That and I need to pass this class to move onto my accounting class.”

 

“You’re good with numbers, Naruto, you’ll do fine,” Kiba said, slamming his text book closed. “Unlike you, I need sleep though. You study away, my friend,” he stated, heading to their bedroom. Naruto waved a hand over one shoulder.

 

Looking up from his textbook, looking for the book that he needed, he frowned as he didn’t find it amongst the books he had on his desk. “Damn,” he muttered, standing up and moving to the bedroom, opening the door and blinking at the pitch darkness. The little desk lamp didn’t light very much and made him squint. “Kiba?” he whispered quietly.

 

He didn’t hear anything in response and frowned as he moved to where he knew he had piled his books next to his bed. Hunting around, he paused and glanced at Kibas side of the room. “Kiba? Can I turn on the light?” he whispered. The only answer he got was some heavy breathing. “Can I turn on the light?” he asked again.

 

And again, the only answer he got was more heavy breathing.

 

Deciding to say fuck it, he went back to hunting for his book, soon finding it with a sound of triumph. Standing up, he went back to the main room, closing the door behind him and continuing to study through the night.

 

When it came time to head out, he grabbed a soda out of the refrigerator, pounded on the bedroom door and shouted “Time to get going, Kiba! See you in class!” before running for the exam hall to take his test. During the entire time, he noticed that Kiba never came to take the test, making him worry.

 

Once he was free of the room, he headed back to the dorm room. Calling out to Kiba, he frowned when he got no answer. “Kiba, man, you missed the…test…” he trailed off as he opened the door to the bedroom, blue eyes widening as a startled sound escaped his throat.

 

On the bed was Kiba, laid out across the bed and clearly dead with the amount of blood pooled around him. On the wall was the words that made the scream that had been building up finally escape.

 

Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the lights?