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Chapter One: Kiss-arr-me

I've noticed there's a lack in KisamexOC stories so I decided to write one :D

This is my first fanfiction. I'm not really that great, but I'm going to try.

So R&R with what you like or what you hate so I can improve and make it better :D

On with the show...erm...story!

I knew I was drunk. Somewhere in my mind, there was small part that was rational, and it kept telling me to stop, but of course I didn't listen. My mind was mostly irrational and that small sensible part of me was out voted. Besides, tonight was Makita's eighteenth birthday. Who wouldn't celebrate?

"How does it feel to finally be able to drink?" I asked Makita whilst I took a swig of sake.

"The same as last week," she replied laughing.

"Yeah but now it's legal!"

"That actually takes the buzz out of it. You don't feel quite as rebel."

I laughed as I walked away in search of another bottle of sake. Rebel would be the exact word I'd choose to describe Makita. On the outside she seems innocent and shy with her short dark brown hair, almost black eyes and a dark complexion; she was like a dark beauty. But away from the eyes of her parents she completely changed. If I met the shy Makita and then met the rebel-where's-the-nearest-party Makita, I'd be certain they were different people.

My eyes spotted my next sake bottle and I darted forward, weaving my way through the crowd. Just when I was about to grab it, another hand came out of nowhere and snatched it away. I was about to steal it back when I realized who's hand it was in.

"Eika!" I cried hugging the girl tightly.

"Ren!" She said equally as loud and equally as cheerful.

I took a step back and looked her up and down. In the two years I hadn't seen her, she'd changed. Her blonde hair now reached her waist instead of her shoulders and her blue eyes were outlined in eyeliner and mascara. When did she start using that? Unfortunately her skin was still as pale as ever. This girl seriously needed a tan. In a way, her appearance was the exact opposite of Makita's.

She launched into her story of where she had been and all the people she had meet, giving me winks every time she mentioned the meeting of a boy. Soon Makita found her way over and we all talked about old memories of when we were five and started giggling hysterically when we said something funny, even if it wasn't that funny. Hey, when you're drunk everything is amusing. We never managed to reach the stage where we started pouring out our deepest secrets until everyone had left except us.

We were all sitting on the floor, Makita's and I attention focused on Eika.

"…and then he rented this gorgeous hotel room and…well…you can guess the rest," she said with a sly smile.

Makita and I squealed like idiots and I punched her lightly in the arm, "For shame, Eika! You're too young! Wait until you're older and mature like me."

"You're a year older than me and Makita! And since when have you been mature?"

I laughed and made an attempt to stand up, surprised to find out I was standing on two feet without support and without wobbling.

"Since now," I replied dusting my dress off, "Mature people are smart right? So I'm going to be smart and leave so I don't have to clean up this mess."

I closed the front door on their protests, calling out happy birthday to Makita before turning around and walking towards the direction of my house. It was a cold night and I realized I had left my jacket inside. Not wanting to turn back since I had walked a too far already – yeah, a meter. My rational side said – I wrapped my hands around my arms and continued onwards. The wind was whipping strands of brown hair in my face and I seriously debated on whether or not I should cut it off, regardless of the fact I had tried so hard to grow it to the length it was at now; halfway down my back. A particularly strong gust of wind blew so much hair into my face that I was momentarily blinded. It was in this short time if blindness, that I walked straight into someone.

Angrily tucking my hair behind my ear, I tilted my head up to get a look at the person and was surprised at how tall they were, probably a head and a half taller than me. I smiled sweetly and vaguely wondered if this stranger's skin was really blue, or the alcohol was playing tricks on me.

The stranger leaned down and I noticed it was a guy. I also noticed his skin was indeed blue and he even had small gills on his cheeks. Even drunk I found that weird. He grinned – or rather attempted to – back at me, showing off his sharp teeth.

"I need your help," he said, his voice gruff, "my friend is injured a little way off from here. You know medical jutsu, right?"

I rubbed the back of my head, "Yeah, I guess so. But it's a late night and I'm tired –"

"He'll die if you don't help."

I sighed, somewhat annoyed. Now I didn't have a choice but to go and help his dying friend. I was looking forward to lying down in bed too. Sleep sounded wonderful at the moment. I realized I sounded rather rude, but having to stand up and dance for Lord knows how many hours in high heel shoes seriously put a strain on your patience.

"How far away is he?" I asked, suppressing a yawn.

"Not far."

I nodded rather reluctantly and motioned with my eyes for him to lead the way. I was too lazy to lift my arm. It didn't really occur to me that I was following a complete stranger. I didn't know how to defend myself if push comes to shove, but for some reason, let it be the sake or my "woman's intuition", it didn't bother me. Although, the curiosity as to who this guy was made me ask him something.

"What's your name?" I was suddenly in a childish mood.

"Kisame," he answered without turning around.

I giggled, "Kinda sounds like Kiss Me, doesn't it? Or maybe Kiss Are May, or Kiss Are Many. Oh! How about like a pirate? Kiss arr Me…whoa you look angry."

He had turned around and was glaring at me, his black eyes burning holes into my green ones. To escape his death glare, I turned my gaze upwards and noticed his hair. It was blue too, but darker than his skin. It seemed to defy gravity as it stood straight up, slanting slightly to the left.

"What's your name?" he growled.

"Ren," I answered smugly. Try and find something to do with that!

His eyebrows knitted together as he tried to think of a comeback. After a few minutes of silence, he turned back around, muttering incoherent words. I giggled again as I skipped after him. I wasn't usually like this. I didn't usually annoy people – at least I didn't think I did – but I was having fun doing it to this guy, and I was in one of those moods. Those let's-annoy-the-tall-stranger-moods. I'm sure you've all had one of them.

"So," I said, making sure I dragged out the 's', "I noticed you had a big sword."

Silence.

"I was just wondering why someone as big as you would need a big sword as well."

Still nothing.

I smiled slyly when I leaned in close to him, my eyes glinting with evil intent, "Are you possibly using it to substitute the missing length in other areas?"

He stopped abruptly and when I looked up at his face, I doubled over with laughter. It seemed he couldn't decide on whether to be furious or embarrassed. His eyes were narrowed but his cheeks were purple (my guess he was blushing. You know, blue and red make purple?)

I was surprised, however, when he started walking again. Not so much as a word being spoken. I frowned. So he was a hard nut to crack, ey? Well then, I was just going to have to pull out my biggest weapon. Something sure to make anyone snap.

"Are we there yet?"

How did I do?

Any comments, pointers?

Crimson Poison xx