Notes: Another meme drabble, this time for Odile, because despite the inevitable resurrection of a dead muse, she asked and I can never say no to her. >.> This was surprisingly painless, but it might suck. I haven't decided. Kiba's dialogue came from Odile as part of the challenge. Trash A Wolf's Rain Fanfiction by Amet "You fought the trash cans." There were moments when Hige thought that for all the faith he'd placed in his alpha, the other wolf was just a little too out of the loop to be practical, or at least anything resembling street savvy. He just seemed so confused whenever they drifted into a city, wandering aimlessly and hovering conspicuously over miscellaneous human movements that seemed to baffle him by their very banality and that was never good for that precious anonymity that kept them safe from most of the more dangerous members of the human herd, the prompt for an endless stream of bitching from Tsume about the 'dumbass punk' and his sense of pride getting in the way. Usually Hige was a little more sympathetic, did his best to cut that bravado off before Tsume could really get going with every non-provoking jibe he could dredge up, or in desperate situations, a well placed poke at Toboe to get the grumpy bastard off the other wolf's case before they got into it in the middle of the street. But like any relationship, there were times when some of Kiba's mannerisms tap danced over his very last nerve and even Hige was left wondering what planet the white wolf had wandered in off of and if they really had no sense of patience or hell, manners there. Like when he was staring, standing stock still in the middle of the alleyway Hige had just fallen into in the most ungraceful manner possible in front of a female, no less, crystalline blue eyes half closed in casual indifference as fisted hands stuffed almost violently into his pockets. There was a particularly special something oozing down the back of Hige's sweatshirt and he was pretty sure his collar was caught on the edge of the dumpster that his spine had so inconveniently ricocheted off of on the way down, and here was his friend, his ally, coolly assessing his condition as he lay still and tried to remember how everything was supposed to feel through the blinding pain of impact. He would have snarled when the set of that angular jaw finally loosened, lips opening and he knew he was going to hate whatever admonishment for his clumsiness spilled forth... "So," Kiba murmured, tone almost conversational and if Hige hadn't known better he'd have sworn those eyes were glittering, amusement tingeing the almost-shuffle of Kiba's sneakered feet. "Who won?" Yep. Just as soon as he could move, the alpha would have to die. return to splash page