PROLOGUE

It was a mysterious day. As I remember it, it was the day that I began this journey of incredible, evil force. It was an ominous, appealing day that I truly became Kisame Hoshigaki. The Kisame I used to be is the Kisame I long to be today. This day was the start of all my great achievements and, as I would say, fantastic deeds.

I was the bodyguard for the Cypher Division. We were Kirigakure's "secret agents", as one would say. Only the most challenging missions we took on. Our lives were put in danger every day- but we never came close to death. We were always the world's top ninjas.

Fuguki was one of the others in the Cypher Division. Fuguki was alongside me. We were always the strongest in the division. Fuguki was by far the most trusted and most experienced. That is, until I discovered myself that he was selling our secret information to other villages. Fuguki was an ass, to say it simply. He always stressed that secret codes and information are the most important things, and he always told us to never reveal anything to anyone under any circumstance. He broke his own law, so I killed him. This was after he ordered me to kill everyone else in the Cypher Division.

I had one of the greatest titles of all: A Mist Swordsman. I was commended for my loyalty to my village. Can you also see that as contradictory? How can I be loyal to my village when I willingly murdered the entire secret association of Kirigakure? Of course, I was forced to, but I still did it.

It was this day; this ominous, appealing day; that I met the one that changed my life. Madara Uchiha was his name. He shared with me the Great Moon Plan. The Great Moon Plan was his idea of a beautiful, flawless world. I agreed with him. He urged me to come and be apart of the Akatsuki, which was a group that wanted one thing: peace. I suppose my new membership with Akatsuki was also contradictory. We were all S-ranked criminals that were fighting for good.

I disappeared from The Village of the Hidden Mist. Immediately, the Land of Water considered me one of the worst criminals alive. They thought that I was on a mission to overthrow their government. It was absolutely crazy.

It's rather funny how you can go from being the most loyal ninja around, to the most vicious ninja of all. All these thoughts pounded into my brain. They almost drove me insane.

When I was brought to the Akatsuki, I was introduced to my partner. Itachi Uchiha. I didn't like him. At all. My first thought was: "It's going to be an interesting journey with him..."

CHAPTER ONE

Itachi and I met for the first time, face to face. It was very dark out without a cloud in the sky; we were not assigned anything to do. We sat down in the chairs, sitting side by side. Neither of us uttered a single word for the first five minutes we were together. The silence was similar to when I guarded the Cypher Division.

"Well?" Itachi stumbled. He seemed drunk and exhausted to me. I went to speak, but no words came out. It sounded like someone gasping for air.

"Need some water you dehydrated shark bitch?" Itachi muttered as he threw a glass of water at my face. Let me make it clear that he threw the GLASS at my face as well as the water. Blood dripped down from my gills. I immediately reached for my samehada and attempted to slice the living shit out of him. He countered my attack somehow; with a strange, dreary mist that surrounded me and managed to keep my entire body idol. I went to cuss him out, but the force on my face made my mouth seem as if it were superglued shut.

I did all I could do- brainstorm. How could I possibly evade this attack further? Could I evade it? Deep down, I am a figure of optimism, but on the outside, I am hell broke loose.

After several moments, Itachi finally let the attack go. I'm not quite sure why he let me go, but he did. He shot me a death glare and turned to walk away. I stood there staring. Somehow, all the anger and revenge I felt vanished. I now felt a strange sense of empathy. Empathy that I can't even describe. A very specific type of empathy 'twas, but a type that is beyond anything I have ever felt before. I tried to stop myself from this strange feeling, but it only increased.

As Itachi was only seconds away from the door to exit, he turned around. I was waiting for him to say something sarcastic. I ended up playing this waiting game for about two minutes. It was another stare down, similar to the one we had moments ago. "If you're gonna be my partner, you better toughen yourself, dehydrated shark bitch." Itachi turned around and reached for the door knob.

That was the moment that my emotions reversed, once again. My empathy returned to the feeling of destructive revenge. I reached for my samehada once again- and I was successful in aim. I hit him in the center of the top of his head. There was one problem; a problem I've never encountered before. Itachi's head seemed to be made of steel. The sword strike didn't seem to affect him at all. In fact, he didn't even acknowledge me when I attacked him.

He softly shut the door as I was left weeping steps away from it. I was the most powerful swordsman in my village. I was the go-to man. I was the bodyguard, the savior. Suddenly, my power has declined. I am now a member of Akatsuki - the strongest force in the world. I wonder why I was chosen if I am as weak as Itachi implies.

I was having a deeply emotional moment. I sat by the dark windowsill and pondered my life; my existence. Memories from my childhood raced into mind as would a horse down a track. I remember the times at the academy when I was the strongest ninja my teachers and peers had ever saw. I took off my headband, hoping to gain more nostalgia. I was shocked with what I saw.

There was a slash through the symbol on my headband. Itachi officially made me an Akatsuki with the glass.