Soft Kisses in the Rain (A Kisame Story)

Disclaimer: We do not own Naruto, only Kishimoto sensei does. Another thing, this entire thing was made by Miyuki-ice-fox for my little addiction of being a Kisame fangirl. I just detailed it and fixed some mistakes. Thanks a lot Ane-chan. well then enjoy!

Chapter 1 Accidental Meeting

Kairi could only tuck a waist long lock of her black hair behind her ear as she walked down the hall. Her pale white skin, looking like it never got kissed by the sun's rays, made her emerald eyes shine. Even if the medic's body was twenty one years of age, her body wasn't far from a womanly figure. The most prominent features of her were her child bearing hips, shown by her skirt. Her figure was slim with her breasts being small, but was still visible under her sleeveless Akatsuki top. Fishnet made the cloud and dark-blue color cloth stop with it hanging from under her bust to her waist. Her skirt matched her top, falling to her knees with a rip at the side, making it easier to walk. Parting her bluish-purple lips, she let a sigh out, continuing her way down the medical wing of the Akatsuki hideout.

One day, she ran into Pain, who found her medical skills would be useful to the cult. She wasn't even a ninja but yet he saw her useful still. Her ability with making herbal remedies that would heal wounds better then any healing jutsu out there.

She stopped her stride, standing in front of the door that was just a plain brown. Softly, with no sound coming from her push, she pushed the door, leading into her medical wing. Most of the members were sent here, when Kakuzu was out with Hidan on a mission, the members that needed medical assistant were sent here. A small smile graced her lips softly as she stared at the blue man known as Kisame Hoshigaki. The Scourge of Kirigakure was slumbering on one of the many white beds that littered the floor. Sitting down on the edge of the bed that he slumbered on, she felt her lips frown. Her eyes scanned him, seeing blood covering him with gashes, and bruises also covering him.

She wasted no time cutting his cloak and shirt open. Her green eyes stared at him, examined his well-toned body from his waist up. She didn't go any further then that, she wasn't that kind of girl after all. She was calculating the damage but secretly admiring his smooth features and old battle scars that seem to litter his torso. Getting out of the trans, the young woman started to pour alcohol onto a fresh rag. She then touched a wound, cleaning it. Her eyes flickered, looking at his face, watching it twist in pain with each gentle touch she did. The raven haired woman paused for a second, seeing no damage below his waist but also noticed there was one fresh scar going from his chest and around to his back. A flustered, puzzled, and exhausted sigh escaped her, she maybe a medic but she has one problem that she's facing right now. She doesn't have super human strength, meaning she couldn't lift up a 183-pound man! She flinched as she looked up at his face from the scar, hearing him grunt awake.

"Where am I? What the hell am I doing here in a medical wing? Kakuzu your not answering me." Kisame muttered it, almost having all the words slur together from the grogginess. He flinched as he felt the pain surge through his body.

"You're, uh, in the medical wing." Kairi's voice was soft, almost like an angel's but hers was a whisper. He focused his fuzzy eyes on the five-foot three woman, confused. She wasn't Kakuzu. He then noticed how she had her head bowed, not showing her face, and her petite hands were now playing, ringing a blood stained white rag. At the same moment, he noticed the pain that ran down his spine. She stood as the Akatsuki ninja sat up, hissing out a million curses in agony. "Hold still, please, just hold still while I clean the wound." She whispered, moving to sit behind him. Hopefully he doesn't collapse back onto his back. He closed his black eyes as Kairi gently cleaned the deep gash. His thoughts turned to the rumors he heard from Itachi. He heard that there was this female medic that subbed for Kakuzu when he was gone but normally they were healed and ready to leave before seeing this Mystery Medic.

Kisame could only let out a small grunt as she pushed deeply this time, trying to get the dirt and grim out. He could have sworn he heard her saying 'sorry' quickly and quietly. A small smile came onto his lips as the woman moved around him to get the bandages around his torso. Who knew the mystery medic would be this shy woman that was spinning around him.

She felt his eyes watching her as she fumbled to put things away in her medical kit. Normally, under normal circumstances, her patients were asleep as she treated them and she would be gone before they could even catch a glimpse of her. While being able to work within the Akatsuki, there were some good things about it. There was protection and even a little bit of money involved. Another thing Kairi can do, she can live a normal life without the cloak on. The village she lives in, a small one at that, was under the thumb of larger ones. They could crush them in one blow if they didn't get what they demanded. Money, food, and most of all women. Having to be apart of the Akatsuki, she didn't have to worry about it. She was protected from those harm if she ever was demanded for pay for anything.

Timidly, she sat in front of the large ninja, holding the end of the roll of bandages. She left the smaller less serious cuts and bruises to heal for themselves. Cutting the end off, she tucked it inside of the other bandages. Another thing to help heal his wounds was her Honey Herb remedy that Kakuzu begs for the recipe of. She noticed that everytime she went around him, inspecting her work, hair brushing against his chest, she felt his eyes watching her closely. It was like he was waiting for a slipup or something.

His eyes widen a bit as his amazement with this woman soar. She was fast with bandaging him up. His eyes started to grow fuzzy again, telling him his body was shutting down for slumber again. It didn't help with fatigue or the fact it would help heal. His eyes followed her as she walked away, pouring a golden liquid into a glass that was crystal.

"Drink this please. It'll help you heal your wounds while you sleep." She spoke the words softly and with care as she held the glass out to him. Once his hand gripped it, she saw her bow her head. It was like she didn't like having her face been seen by him or something was wrong that happened in her past. He sipped it at first, then guzzled down the rest. He wasn't the kind of person to like sweet things. He looked at her again, feeling his wounds starting to heal with a drowsy feeling taking over also. His mind wondered everywhere until one thing stuck out. He knew that this would be his one and only time, hell anybody's, to see this medic and to hear her voice. He had to ask a question before the fogginess took over and made him lose his chance to ask it. He had the question wondering since he first saw her.

"What's your name?" A yawn escaped his lips towards the end, earning a small laugh from her. She packed her supplies, looking only at the contents of the bag.

"My name, its Kairi." Her name left her pale lips that were beautifully colored to him, as this time it was a little bolder and louder then before she said anything.

Kairi stood with her bag on her shoulder, watching Kisame as he came to the much needed slumber as his body healed. Walking away, she stopped before opening the door, turning to look back at him. A small smile came onto her lips as she opened it. The only Akatsuki members that get to see her are usually Pain and Konan but he was one of the others that got to see her. She started on her way back home from the central Akatsuki hideout.

Kisame groan as his body seemed to be sore from all over. The golden light was blinding, making him wonder where he was as he placed a hand over his eyes. Once his black eyes got use to the light, he had his mind drift to the shy medic, Kairi who treated him like he wasn't a freak of nature. He could only flicker his gaze down to his bare chest where it was bandaged, the one and only proof that she was there. Laying his head on his arms, he looked down at them more, remembering every detail he caught of her. What's wrong with him? Why couldn't he get this one lone woman out of his head?