It is true to say that ones emotion is not always worn on their face. This fact coupled well with a certain Uchiha clan member. Itachi. And though the agony and crevice of hate that painted his features, he was not the expression he modeled. Only Kisame knew of the truth.
In late September the pair where making way from a small village. The light blue, scaly skin was hidden among velvet layers on the cloak. They strolled, one fidgeting at his particularly hungry sword, the other lost in thought of his younger sibling. The moment was quick, but the swordsman remembered it all.
The sun was accompanied by a light breeze across Kisame's foot. Peering down he came face-to-face with a pink soccer ball. It had settled itself beside his partner. Laughter grew louder as a petite female, about 8 years of age, planted herself in front of the two. In a second the raven haired man snatched the toy into his pale hand and smiled at the girl. Smiled.
"Here. Be safe"
His voice was sweet.
"Thanks mister!"
She relished at the male's unusual kindness and frolicked back to a group of giggling children.
Truth to today, not all show feeling on their face. But as pained and stone looking Itachi Uchiha tried to be Kisame Hishigaki knew otherwise.
The End!