I Dream of the Ocean and I See Myself Die.
Story Summary: "Every time I dream of the ocean, I'm gasping for air. I swim to the surface, and just before I can get some air, something grabs my ankle and pulls me back down. Then, just before I drown, it eats me."
Setting: Naruto universe…I guess before any of the Akatsuki members die…I don't know and I don't really care :p. I wrote this just for the hell of it.
Pairing(s?): KisameXOC (not a Mary-Sue, I swear!). Hints of ItaSasu…other pairings may show up and will be mentioned before chapters.
Author's Note: This chapter is supposed to be short. I just want to see how many people are interested in seeing more chapters. So…yeah.
Chapter One: Found you.
There was no wind today. Even though there had been numerous wild gusts throughout the morning, there was no more this afternoon. The sun was shining down upon the earth below, the clear sky allowing the living creatures to soak in the warm beams. Two figures dressed in black cloaks walked under the sun, one of them wishing the breeze would pick up again or that a cloud would block the sun's rays. The other was still half asleep from almost overexerting himself in battle and couldn't care less if it were too hot or too cold in his cloak. The two of them followed the beaten path under their feet, taking their time in getting to their destination. With small foliage, and the occasional oak tree, on both sides of the road, the two cloaked men kept walking without even glancing at the scenery.
Another figure walked down the path towards the two figures. They both noticed the presence of the other being before they even saw what it looked like. The chakra that emitted from it was small and untamed. A newbie at jutsus and probably combat in general.
At first they both thought that the figure was a young male; but when the gap between the three of them became smaller, they noticed that "he" had hips. Though, it had been hard to notice that feminine feature since she was marching instead of swaying her hips back and forth like most women do. As they got closer, both men took mental notes of the girl in case she decided to attack:
She had a headband tied around her neck with the Kirigakure symbol carved into the metal plate. Her brown hair was short; practically border lining a boy's haircut, but it was parted so that her hair covered her left eye. A grey and red striped tank-top covered her already small chest, making the girl seem even more like a guy, and didn't cling onto her. A black leather belt held up her tan shorts, which seemed to have belonged to a male at some point, and allowed a kunai bag to be hooked onto her hip. Black leggings covered up her exposed calves and disappeared underneath a pair of black boots. And finally, the girl wore thin fingerless black gloves upon her hands.
The two figures took note that she wasn't the usual prissy little girl that they usually stumble upon. Hell, the girl didn't even walk; she marched. The two men made sure not to look at the girl when she glanced at them. Though the larger of the two figures noticed she had brown and green eyes that seemed tired. The only makeup she wore was the black eyeliner under her eyes, which had obviously been smudged by a hand or finger recently.
They continued to walk, even though they heard the girl stop in her marching. It was best to ignore strangers. As long as she didn't attack them, the two had no quarrel with her. And so, the two Akatsuki members walked on, solely focused on their destination ahead.
She looked up at the two men as they walked passed each other. What she saw shocked her into excitement and disbelief. Her feet even stopped walking as her brain tried to convince that what she had just seen was real.
The shorter of the two men was pale and good looking at first glance. She couldn't tell how tall he was due to his hat, but his eyes were red and seemed void of all emotion. The scratched headband he wore told her that he had been banned from Konohagakure. His black hair seemed to be long, but because of the cloak, she couldn't tell how long it was. Normally any teenaged girl, like herself, who saw such a man would swoon or blush at his features. And perhaps even begin to fantasize about him touching her in such erotic ways. But not her. Her mind wasn't focused on the handsome man, but his companion.
The other man had dull blue skin, and looked older than his shorter companion. There were gill-like markings on both of his cheeks, and his white eyes seemed to be lusting for blood. She had seen his short blue hair beneath the hat he wore, which was identical to his companion's. And though his hair color was unnatural, it looked nice to her. Everything about the man reminded the girl of a shark; a Great White Shark to be exact. He seemed unpredictable, frightening, and aggressive. Most people probably ran in fear of him, and he would be the last thing a teenaged girl would fantasize about. However, this girl was excited to see that oddly colored man. And as soon as she saw the great sword that he carried on his back, she knew she had found him.
She had finally found Hoshigaki Kisame.