Hello! I don't know how soon I'll be able to update each chapter as I progress through this story, but I do hope many of you enjoy it. Please review : D I love reading them! This is mostly a romance fic between Kisame and an OC of mine. This first chapter is a story of young Kisame when he is still in school to become a shinobi and his meeting with my OC.
Disclaimer : I do not own Naruto.
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The day was gloomy as it normally was on an average daily basis, they would be lucky if they were able to even receive some sunshine in this dreary place. The village being surrounded by jagged mountain sized rocks and clouds of mist flitting over the sky slow and lazy. Most of the buildings constructed by concrete and bricks with moss growing and climbing over walls and settling on some rooftops.

People walked along bustling streets, despite the weather the people were just like any other. Going about their business with trades in the market and kids running around merrily. Shinobi practicing their traits and techniques on the training grounds on the edges of the village. It was peaceful if you wanted to call it that. Nothing too special that day other than it being another weekend. To him it was just another day to spend sitting along the edges of an open field of dirt being kicked out by kids as they ran around passing a vividly bright red ball to each other and laughing as they went along.

He did his best to keep the distance between himself and the others. He wasn't welcome to play with them, but at the very least he could watch them. Every day they found it in themselves to remind him why he was left out. He was different. With his tuft of dark blue hair that naturally spiked up and almost resembled that of a fin. His skin holding a light blue-grey tone. On his face he had the markings of gills on each cheek and he had the same markings on his shoulders which he hid under the long sleeve black shirt. His beady white eyes tended to unnerve many when he stared at them with an unwavering stare; they too were fish like in a sense. His white irises filling the whole of his sockets that were defined more by a black outline that resembled eyeliner to the opinions of others. Then there were the teeth which frightened the people the most. They were sharp and razor like that of a shark. Didn't make it any better that he was named Kisame, the meaning being 'demon shark.' He was pretty damn sure his parents had a sadistic sense of humor for doing that to him.

His parents were a little indifferent to him and it drove him to be better. That somehow he could make them proud of him if he became strong. No matter what he did, it didn't seem to change a thing. They weren't necessarily bad people. They attended the ceremonies held when he started school. They fed him, gave him a bed to sleep in and a roof over his head, provided clothes for him as he grew. Perhaps it was just him over-thinking things. It didn't escape him how they had never smiled at him though.

He deeply sighed as he turned away from the field not far from where he sat and kids running around, looking off to the side towards the village filled with civilians and shinobi filing through. All them having something to do; a purpose for the day. Miraculously the sun decided to peek through haze of mist overhead, but that was not what caught his attention. It was the shadow that suddenly covered him, making him turn his head to face the petite frame of girl who looked to be about the same age him. What startled him the most was the sincere smile she was giving him. It was not mocking or fake like the others that had been given to him

She was rather slender for her age, but that was not unusually for kids who were in the academy training to be shinobi. Waves of silky locks of raven hair reaching just below her shoulders with a few bangs dangling just above her silver hues that stared at him with a soft kindness. She had the fair complexion like many of the people had there, but he had never seen her face before. Dressed in halter-neck white top with black ninja pants on that reached just below her knees like capris with the usual black ninja sandals. What was a girl like her doing with a guy with him? Apparently a few other kids wanted to know since they had stopped to look over at the pair.

"What are you doing here by yourself?" Came her clear, but soft voice. It oddly reminded him of chimes on a warm spring day.

Another long breath came out of him as he shifted in his seat upon the ground, looking up at her with a bit of a scowl on his face as he glance shortly over at the others before back to her. "Watching." He briskly commented like it was the most obvious thing. "They won't let me join them."

"Why not?" She asked, looking at him with a surprised expression from his words.

"Are you an idiot? Look at me!" He gave her an incredulous look as he shifted to his feet and stood up, easily standing a few inches taller than her. "I'm different."

"There is nothing wrong with that." The kind smile was upon her face once more. "I am different too."
Kisame scoffed at her, giving her a once over with his beady eyes before scrunching the space at the top of his nose and between his brows. "What's different about you?"

She slowly lifted her right hand and placed a delicate finger to her rosy lips. "That is a secret." That did not make him feel any better. Still she held her hand out to him in a friendly manner as her smile grew. "My name is Hatake Shaiya."

Why did Hatake sound so familiar to him? His mind suddenly filled with the image of a certain white haired shinobi that had stopped by the academy on Friday, garbed in his anbu uniform and mask that covered half his face. Wearing his hitai-ate lopsided on his forehead to cover his left eye. They called him the 'Copy Ninja.' "Are you related to that Hatake Kakashi?"

Shaiya nodded her head immediately after his question. "Not biologically." When Kisame gave her a confused expression she thought it was best to elaborate. "He is my adoptive father."

Kisame nodded then, glancing briefly back over to the kids who were still chattering. He bet his bottom dollar they were forming their own rumors. It made him roll his eyes back to Shaiya who had her head tilted to the side, still having her hand extended to him. He slowly reached out to hesitantly grasp her hand, surprised at how warm her touch was especially with the cool weather they were having. "Hoshigaki Kisame."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Hoshigaki-san." Giving a shake to his hand with that same kind smile. "I feel we are going to be great friends."

Her smile became contagious and soon found the corners of his lips curling up. Not even the sight of his sharp teeth seemed to bother her. If anything she smiled broadened. "Yeah."