He wasn't sure what he was feeling, nothing didn't seem to matter to him anymore. He walked slowly to his bed chamber, groaning as he collapsed on the soft surface. I hate my life.
His depressing thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Great, just what I needed! More aggravation. "Come in." His friend Zetsu stepped in with that same concerned expression, "I need to have a word with you."
"Spare me the lecture; I'm not in the mood for your sympathy. Just leave me be." Zetsu glared and his dark side snapped, slamming the door shut as well, "It's been months since the incident Kisame! I'm getting tired of seeing you mope around depressed all the time!"
His stubborn friend jerked him up to a sitting position, "You think I like seeing you suffer like this? I want to help you." Kisame pursed his lips, "I know you do Zetsu, but I just can't get over it!"
His friend sighed and sat next to him, "I know how hard you're still taking it but, you need to move on. You're killing yourself."
Kisame bit his lip, gripping his knees almost painfully, "How? I've tried." "For starters, you could get a new slave." The swordsman growled, "No."
"You NEED one Kisame! Wouldn't it feel nice to come home to a cutie from a hard day's work? To have someone to talk to? It's been half a year since you've had one, a slave might do you good." "We're not the only ones who think this. Everyone else does too."
Kisame stared at his hard callused hands in deep thought. He does have a point. I do miss the companionship and get even more depressed when I see the others with their slaves, especially Zetsu. His slave runs and embraces him whenever he comes home; telling him how much he missed him.
"Zetsu?" "Yes." "I wish I had a slave like yours." "How so?" "He makes you feel wanted, loved, and looks truly happy to see you. Showing his feelings and not putting on false pretenses." Zetsu smiled, "You can get one too Kisame."
He snorted, "From my appearance I highly doubt it. Most cringe and are terrified of me." "Don't give me that excuse! If Kakuzu and I can find a slave that wants us you can too! We're going to search for a slave this afternoon, no excuses."
Kisame sighed but agreed, "Fine but what would I consider this time?" "I believe you need to find one that is the exact opposite of your former slave, so you won't be reminded of him."
Kisame smirked and perked up slightly, "Not a bad idea. Well, let's go and see if I can get lucky."
He could only hope.
*I sighed as I sat there on the walk around porch, taking in what fresh air I could before being taken back into the dark basement. The chain around my neck was hooked to my collar, showing the world what I was.
How did this happen? What did I do to deserve this? My so called family the damn bastards. So far in debt that they were more than willing to sell me off to be some sex slave to who knows what.
I tried not to cry again from being betrayed by my family I thought loved me. I heard some rustling in the grass and some kittens popped out, rolling around in the flowers before one hopped up there with me.
They were so cute and I loved cats. I crawled forward until I couldn't go any farther, the other end of the chain was hooked to the wall so I couldn't escape naturally.
I got far enough and petted one, it was wary but let me since I was being gentle. I smiled softly and layed on my stomach, tickling it's cute little tummy and letting it nibble on my fingers.
Strange, out here this would look like a nice two story house occupied by nice people who loved flowers and scenery but, sadly it wasn't. What a waste of a lovely place to be used to train and sell off women and men. Disgusting.
I sighed but giggled when the kitten licked my palm but my fun was short lived. I heard that guard coming back and tensed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I timidly glance at him but said nothing.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and snapped, "Did I say you could fucking move from this spot bitch?" I whimpered from the sharp pain on my scalp. He glared at the kitten and brought back his leg far.
My eyes went wide with fear and jumped in front of the strong blow, blocking the kitten from the kick that no doubt would have killed it. The contact to my side hurt like hell and caused me to double over in pain.
I saw the kitten, along with the other run off at full speed. I was sad to see them go but happy they got away. "Little bitch." He kicked me a few more times and was about to punch me in the face but when I closed my eyes it never came.
I peeked opened an eye still shaking with pain to see a large blue hand gripping the guards wrist.
*Kisame came with Zetsu to a small auction house, supposedly with lots of cuties. He frowned as Zetsu did all the talking for him to the owner, going over what types they had and what he would be looking for.
He sat on the porch swing with a scowl. I appreciate Zetsu's friendship but aren't we looking for a slave for ME. I should be the one looking at their choices and discussing preferences. He kept swinging slighty getting calmer by the minute until he heard some metal clink.
He stopped and looked around. What was that? He heard it again and it sounded like it was being dragged against the woodened porch. He sat and waited some more before he heard a small giggle. It was coming from his right and got up, peeking around the corner.
There was small woman, almost resembling a child, lying on her stomach playing with a kitten. He noticed the chain attached to her collar and cocked a brow. She must be a slave and getting fresh air.
He watched her silently for several minutes; she seemed to be the loving type considering how she kissed the kitten's head and nuzzled its neck. Plus that small smile showed how much she adored it. Looks like she shows her emotions but I could be wrong.
He just couldn't take his eyes off her, observing every detail on her small body. She was very petite and from what he could tell she was of age from her curved backside.
Her hair was shoulder length with a slight wave to it, a very light shade of brown that looked almost blonde if the light hit it right.
Her skin looked smooth, aside from a few scars and beauty marks, not flawless but that didn't really matter to him.
He couldn't see her eye color at this distance and from the angle her head was turned but she was quite attractive, personally, he thought she was beautiful. A natural beauty that once fixed up would put many others to shame.
His observation was cut off when an irritable guard came around the corner snapping at her for moving. Kisame saw the fear written across her face and her body trembled as well.
It pissed him off that this guard was being so cruel to her, even pulling her up by her hair and making her whimper in pain.
Kisame's mouth slightly dropped when she guarded the kitten with her own body to save it from being struck. She actually defended that small creature knowing that pain would be inflicted upon her? Not many people would do that, for an animal no less.
His body responded of its own accord when he saw she was to be struck again, grabbing the man's wrist in an iron steel grip to stop him.
The man cringed from the bruising force and growled, "Don't fucking interfere with my job and let me go!" Kisame snarled, "Not unless you stop acting like an ass."
"What the hell is going on here?" A small man with glasses approached along with Zetsu, both staring in shock. "This bastard stopped me from doing my job!" The other man snapped, "How dare you insult my customer like that! Apologize to the man at once!"
The guard grumbled, cursing under his breath that he didn't know but muttered an apology. The swordsman released his wrist and watched him clutch it almost instantly with glee, knowing that he bruised the bone. Stomping off right after.
"I'm SO sorry for that sir, please pay him no mind. I'm still trying to train him not to be like that." Kisame just nodded, "I'll overlook it this time but you should pay more attention to what that man does to slaves."
Zetsu smirked as his friend tried to help the girl up, who flinched and was shaking terribly. Once brought to her feet with low groans, still clutching her side she muttered, "Thank you."
The boss frowned, "What have I told you about not giving direct eye contact at the customers when you speak?" She sniveled softly and looked up, straining her neck back due to the height difference. "Thank you."
Kisame was beyond transfixed on those eyes. They were as blue as the ocean, shining like the waves glistening in the sun due to the tears. He gave her a curt nod and Zetsu grinned wide. "Did you find what you're looking for?"
Kisame scowled at his friend but turned to the owner, "I want this one." The man seemed shocked that he didn't even bother to check out any more of his selection but smiled, "Certainly sir, follow me and we'll go over her paperwork.
*I was in shock, being saved by a man that resembled a shark then buying me right there on the spot? I sat in the waiting room with that same guard glaring at me thinking. I finally get to leave this place at last but, will I be worse off than I am or not?
He seemed nice and was careful helping me up but, what if it's just an act? What am I saying, it's not like I can do anything about it anyway. I'll just have to bear it like I'm meant to do and all that shit.
"Ok now that's settled!" The boss attached a small leash to my collar and handed it to my large owner with a smile, "I hope you enjoy her Mr. Kisame." "Thank you, I'm sure I will."
I followed him like the obedient dog I'm supposed to be, terrified that I might receive more abuse. I'm tired of being hit and called names. The green hair man kept smirking at his friend, I guess he was his friend, and crawled into the passenger seat of the limo, leaving me in the back with my owner.
I fidgeted nervously and scooted as far away from him as I could. I hate to admit I'm scared but who wouldn't be in this situation, however, I felt a bit sad for him though.
He looked depressed for whatever reason going through his mind and frowned when I moved away from him. Is he upset that I didn't want to sit next to him?
Or is it something else?
To be continued:
