Note and Disclaimer: I've got an hour and a half to free-write. Let's do this shit. And I don't own Kisame or Naruto.
Strip down, push off, stroke, stroke, keep the breathing steady. Ready now, take a breath and dive. Stroke, kick, don't forget to keep your eyes open.
He knew these rules so well. They ran through his life like the birds fly through the air – so natural and free.
Freedom is what he sought when he swam, losing himself in the all-encompassing truth of the ocean. Here, he was natural. Here, there were no worries of life or loss. He was another speck, pushing through the waves.
This was the only time he felt secure. His height, his coloring – these were became meaningless in the water. Each dive healed a wound. Each stroke erased a memory. Each gasp for breath was a grasp at hope. Each time he swam, it was a ritual, a renewal of strength.
He was always powerful, he knew that, but in the water, he was an untouchable god. He was an enigmatic being attuned with the forces of nature and in control of them. Oh, nothing in the world could compare – not the breezy satisfaction of a bloody victory, or the heat of lusty desires.
Not that he had ever known that. Woman, man, all would flee before his naked form, his perfection. Fools, who needed them when the ocean would always comfort him? Compassion, companionship – these were for cowards.
But what did that make him, he who escaped from world here in the vast sea, swimming away from his pain?
An empty ship, sailing around the world, searching for those that would fill the void.
How long, how long must he keep swimming? Forever and forever it seemed. Would he ever run out of breath? Would his strength ever falter? He didn't know, but he couldn't stop.
One day, he would reach the shore.
Final Notes: Short for the time I had. I kept getting distracted by people. It was freaking free-write anyway.
Kisame is cool.