Vengeance for a Shark
Somewhere in Japan, Masashi Kishimoto was sitting his office. He was pondering how to write the next Naruto chapter, and how to develop Sakura's newfound desire to kill Sasuke. Suddenly the doorbell rang.
Kishimoto got up, walked over to the door and opened it. What was standing there, however, was most bizarre.
This figure's face could not be made out, due to the fact that he was dressed in a trenchcoat and fedora. He was much taller than Masashi, though; he was around 6'2", and was rather shady looking. "Konnichiwa, Kishimoto-san," he said quietly.
"Nan de?" Kishimoto replied.
"Ogenki desu ka?" the figure continued. Listening to his voice, Masashi had to note that although speaking the language, his accent did not sound completely Japanese.
"Genki…" That was the last thing Masashi said, as the figure whipped off his trenchcoat and fedora, tossing them aside.
"Omae ga Sasori, Hidan, Kakuzu, Itachi mo Kisame-chan o koroshta. Sou, ore ga...."
"N?"
"OMAE NO KETSU O…"
That was the last thing Masashi Kishimoto heard that day, as the figure beat the living daylights out of him. Firing off a flurry of rapid punches, followed by a kick to the stomach, Masashi fell over on his back. Grinning with satisfaction, the figure put his trenchcoat and fedora back on and left.
This was based on a forum post I made, about how I'd feel if Kisame died. No, I'm not in favor of acts of violence – it's just how angry I was about Kisame.
And no, I am not a dangerous guy! The figure isn't meant to be anyone!