Kisame Hoshigaki would never say he was into anything super natural. If anything, he was entirely against it. Something about the idea of believing in things that had no rock solid proof of existing just seemed off, and something you shouldn't get involved in, especially with all those dangerous cults going around. The news was always blowing up about how kids are killed weekly over stupid cults.
He never was interested, but yet he found himself at the cultural fair of the back to school season, in the Super Natural Club stand, for once not the Swimming Club, passing out fliers in his school uniform and asking people to join. The sun beat down on their heads, making sweat trickle down his dark skin that longed to be surrounded by the sweet coolness of water, what he grew up and what he usually spent this day in.
Right now he could be with his younger brother Nori, his older sister Umi, and his best friends Zabuza and Mei Terumi, swimming around like there was no care in the world, showing off what the Swim Club could do. Either that, or he would have joined Kendo, showing everyone how talented the Hoshigaki family was in using swords.
It was all that damn weasel's fault.
The damn boy had made his way into the swimmer's head and made him fall from a sky scraper for him. He was the one that made Kisame madly in love with him, so much that he joined the stupid club he hated just to be close to him.
Their school had a stupid limit about only allowing one club at a time.
If only he could be in swim club as well, enjoying himself while swimming around like idiots. The only problem he had with the cultural fair introductions was the way they had to act. So...well, like whores. Fan service. That was why a lot of the girls and guys joined the club.
Their idea of gathering a crowd was having their best looking members swimming around in the smallest of swimming suits, having a photo shoot that made them look super suggestive, and even once they made Kisame and Nori act like slutty brothers, kissing, licking things off of each other, etc. He didn't always agree with what their swimming instructor Kakashi Hatake said, but other than the day, he enjoyed the club more than anything.
It sure beat the Super Natural Club, though. It was boring as hell.
The stand was slapped together by the club president Shisui Uchiha, Itachi's distant cousin, and Mrs. Konan, the teacher supporting our group. It had a black headboard with stars of white, blue, and yellow plastering around the supposed to be fancy lettering sporting the title. At the stand stood Shisui and the club president, Itachi, whom was the entirety of the reason Kisame joined, discussing to random by passers about what they did during the clubs, such as discuss recent topics found on Tumblr, Shisui's addiction, or anything going on in cults. Sometimes ghosts, but mostly cults and aliens.
And next to the teen stood two members who could honestly care less about being here. As Kisame, they joined for no real reason or interest of anything super natural.
Hidan, the apparent albino, had joined for his interest of occults, but he had thought that was the whole reason the club existed. He was thoroughly disappointed when we had their first meeting weeks ago.
Deidara was the other, very energetic blonde, who would not shut up. He annoyed Kisame to no end, and the latter was the annoying kind of stupid. Kisame would find him fine if his conversations were actually full of meaning, but they were anything but. All he talked about was art, something Kisame hated due to his lack of creativity, but it wasn't just that for the reason of his hatred.
In junior high, Deidara, as well as other ruthless jerks, used to tease his younger brother to the point where Nori considered suicide, nearly ending his own life with the sword he loved so much since childhood.
Umi and Kisame had found him in their backyard, which was more than large, curled up crying with a large stab wound in his side with the sword Kiba, covered in blood. Originally they had thought he had been assaulted, since the neighborhood they lived in held a former sex offender, but when he had come to, Nori told them he liberally tried to end his life, finally telling them of his suffering. This lead Kisame to request his brother moved into high school a year earlier so he and Umi could watch him. Nori had a high enough score on the test he was required to take, so he became a freshman early. That was last year.
He felt very distasteful when finding Deidara in the club, but having Itachi in the club was worth the boring club alone.
He had found his liking for Itachi after their teacher for biology, Asuma Sarutobi, had paired students based on their skill level. Despite the two being two years apart, Itachi took junior year classes and was forced to be Kisame's biology partner for all of last year. The younger male just made him feel so right. He was smart, extremely handsome, and ever since it was said by someone last year that they had kissed and nearly had sex with Itachi, the Uchiha was gay.
That meant Kisame actually stood a chance. He had declared himself gay in his first year of high school after having a fling with Maito Gai, club president of the Kendo club, that made him realize his feelings for men and not women.
He wouldn't say he wasn't attracted to women though. For the longest time he dated Hazuki Miyori, a transfer student from Kirigakure, where he, Mei, and Zabuza used to live, and the two became friends after discussing their favorite city. That later lead to the mutual crush of each other, having her announce her feelings a month later, having the two go on countless dates. Their relationship was perfect, but it didn't last. She became too busy for him, and later was caught having an affair with Ibiki Morino, who was the sponsoring teacher for the Crime & Judgment Club, which she was invested entirely into.
She was also in the club, joking with Itachi behind him, who laughed graciously. That laugh was so amazing, Kisame wanted to be the one to make the raven haired boy laugh. More than anything, he wanted to be the reason.
However, Itachi was like a brick wall, he showed no emotion. At best, the least he would give was a fake smile or laugh, but this laugh he gave Hazuki was a real laugh, one he had never heard before. It made his stomach turn with jealousy.
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"Is everyone here?" Shisui's soft voice asked the small group gathered in Mrs. Konan's Art room, holding a candle to illuminate the small heavily decorated room. Everyone was forced to move inside since it had started pouring rain, something Kisame hated. It reminded him too much of Nori's almost death.
A responding noise came from everyone, including himself, and Shisui smiled profoundly. "I'm glad. Just because the fair was ruined doesn't mean we can't do our annual tradition, and I have a good one this year."
"Don't be scaring off our members again, Shisui," Itachi murmured to his cousin, slapping the other's hand profusely. Shisui laughed, placing the lantern on the ground and sitting, legs crossed and arms grabbing the handle to keep it in place.
"Everyone sit, please."
They all did as they were told, and Shisui cradled the lamp in his lap. "Itachi, you know what to do."
Before they all knew it, the light flickered, and was turned off completely, leaving the group with nothing but the dim light of the lamp illuminating the dark room. Kisame's eyes widened, and he realized what they were going to do.
When he lived back in Kirigakure, he and Zabuza had countless sleep overs where they told Nori horror stories to scare the young boy, only to have Umi scold them. Mei would occasionally come over, she was Kisame's neighbor, and would tell them things to scare them out of their minds.
From what he had heard from Itachi last year, Shisui knew in countless horror stories. Half of the members left last year because of his ability.
"Now, since everyone is settled, let's play a little game," he murmured, soft light giving his face a soft glow, shadowing large amounts of his face. He looked...scary, or he would if they were in sixth grade. But something about his expression and tone of voice chilled Kisame.
"It didn't happen long ago," he started, his voice changing into a lower, more menacing pitch. Kisame gripped his pants legs and stared intently at Shisui's, who's coal eyes seemed to stare at their souls. "Only about twenty years ago did our school, Konoha's famous Kisaragi Academy, was built on top of the graves of another school, Heavenly Host Elementary School. It was a normal school, until a few...minor incidents happened."
Kisame could hear the sound of shuffling next to me, turning to see Itachi sit next to him, hands in his lap and watching his cousin carefully. His black eyes looked like nothingness in the fair darkness, but the light that came from Shisui's lantern gave him a peaceful glow. His pale skin danced with the orange embers of the fire, illuminating his eyes ever so slightly. He wasn't wearing his uniform shirt, he was instead now wearing a dark blue undershirt with fishnet sleeves. He looked so...angel like, almost. It made Kisame want to reach out, grab him into a hug, and protect the boy from all demons.
"The principal was so devastated. Such a horrible thing to happen." The look he gave off was almost pitiful, but it soon came to another look of seriousness. He looked so devoted to the story. "He thought of it as his own child too, and he took the grieving as if someone so close to him had died. On the day of it's closure..."
The room fell silent, too silent, the only sound pressing through the air was Itachi's gentle, entrancing breathing.
"...He climbed up to the roof and jumped off, splattering in a pool of blood on the side walk below. Or so the story goes."
As if not on coincidence, a loud cracking noise came in to the room, thunder. Deidara screamed softly, and I could see Itachi sit upright at the noise.
"People thought the place was cursed, you see. It was one of several deaths to occur that year, so that's what brought it's closure. People pulled their kids from school, causing the student body to decrease. That's why it was torn down.
Four students, three girls and one boy, all were found missing in a matter of a week. Two weeks later, a foul smell drifted through the school, leaving students to leave home early with horrible migraines.
They searched on a weekend, and what did they find? The four students," Shisui said, gulping for a breath after saying so much.
"The tongues were skillfully removed from each of their mouths, hidden for their captives sick, sick pleasure. One girl's eye was reported to be stabbed until like tomato soup, white chucks of eye cartilage floating around in the sea. The youngest, presumable a kindergartener, had her head skillfully cut off from the bottom lip upwards, her head being bashed in like a pinata. And who was the killer? Why only the vice principal, the principal's own brother.
The other child, Madara Uchiha, could not be found, but they always assumed he was one of the children found with the Principal's brother.
And later, weeks after the reported findings, an assistant teacher of twenty-two was being careless and simple minded, tripping down the stairs and plummeting to her death. Her skull was caved in, and blood still stained the bottom by the time of it's demolition. Her students laughed at her death, not caring to grieve over someone who died so stupidly."
Shisui mustered a laugh, causing even Hidan. to bite his bottom lip and to whimper.
"They say the teacher who fell down the stairs doesn't know she's dead, even to this day. She still roams these halls, searching for release of her soul, for her classroom, but has never found it."
Deidara whimpered, latching on to Hidan, whom cussed softly at him.
"Isn't it five o' clock now? It should be about time for her to make her run... That's when she appears, carrying a blackout that leaves the school as pitch black as my eyes. As her pale white face cuts through the stillness, her soft voice always echoes the same phrase, 'is anyone still here?' And then...
This time, all of the group members jumped back when all of the sudden a giant pounding was heard outside, followed by another scream of thunder.
Kisame couldn't help but scream, throwing up his hands to cover his mouth, hoping no one had heard it was him. Thankfully for him, everyone was too scared to even notice his scream, Itachi and Shisui included.
The light in the lamp went out, leaving everything pitch black. Shisui whimpered softly, voice shaking as he spoke. "i..that's not supposed to happen!"
Hazuki's shrill voice ripped through the air. "D-does anyone else hear that? It sounds like...it sounds..." Kisame knew that she was scared, the shivering was in the voice he used to love. The voice he used to love hearing in his ears until they had departed. Something told him he should have reached out and blindly hugged her to calm her down.
All attention was thrown to the door when a soft rapping could be heard. They all froze in their places, sweat perspiring down their forehead. "I..." Shisui muttered. "Itachi, could you...get that?"
"Me?" the Uchiha responded, even his own voice full of fear and worry, but still kept a gentle calmness to it. "Why doesn't...Kisame get it?"
"What?" Kisame jumped back, surprised to hear his voice leave Itachi's lips. It was an amazing sound usually, but not in the situation where he was answered the mysterious noise. He was about to object again, when he heard Itachi muster a please. Kisame couldn't resist putting him down. "I...I guess." Maybe he'd like him more if he did?
Blindly Kisame groped the desks, searching his way through tables pushed against walls until he found what he thought was the door handle. Hesitantly, he carelessly threw open the door, only having a pale white figure stand there, head turned to side and glowing in the dim light.
" e?" the mysterious voice called, making Kisame fall back onto his ass and scream loudly.
Suddenly, unison laughing ran through the room, and he could recognize at least one of the voices: Shisui. The only sounded foreign yet so familiar, and the other was a female's voice.
Soon enough the lights flickered back on, and there stood Mrs. Konan covered in white paint.
"Hehe, did I scare you?" she said through a laugh, turning to look over at Shisui, who gave her a bright grin. Without saying anything else, she walked over to the softmore and gave him a high-five.
"Now that's what I call a rousing success!" Shisui called, soon being joined by Itachi who gave her a weak high-five, the other person apart of the scheme.
"Dammit," Deidara murmured, crossing his arms and blowing his blonde bangs out of his face. "We've been played, Hida, hm."
"Don't fucking call me that, Dei," he said, slapping the other over the head. He got up off the cold floor, dusting off his thighs before sitting on the desk. "You three whores, you nearly made me have a heart attack!"
"Now now, Hidan, is it nice to talk to your teacher that way?" It was obvious that Mrs. Konan was being spiteful towards the albino, but not enough to be rude. A harsh look from her orange eyes shut him up right away.
He murmured something, but kept silent otherwise, rather than rolling his eyes at her.
"I just wish I could have been apart of your act, guys," Hazuki said, jumping up and wiping her forehead. "I thought we were all going to die. But maan Kisa, your scream! I haven't heard you scream since I told you that I was p-"
He jumped up from his sitting place and clamped a large hand of her mouth, causing her to shriek lightly.
"You swore you'd never say that again!" he yelled loudly, letting go of her after a second or two.
"Right, right, sorry about that," she murmured, laughing lightly. "I forgot about that."
He rolled his eyes, looking over towards Itachi, who gave him a weak smile.
"So anyway," Shisui said after his laugh with Itachi and Mrs. Konan. "Isn't this your last meeting, Deidara? You're moving back to Iwagakure tomorrow, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah," the blonde said, obviously forgotten about his own moving. "Yeah, we leave tomorrow morning, hm."
Shisui smiled at him, walking over and placing a small hand on his shoulder. "Well, it was nice to have you while we could. It would be awesome if all of us could come and visit you one day, maybe as a trip of some sort."
"Oh...erm, yeah, that would be nice I guess, hm." It was obvious that he was hesitant about answering, and Kisame knew it was because he really didn't join the club for any real reason.
"Well, I found this thing on Tumblr, and..."
"Shisui," Itachi scolded, giving him a harsh glare. "Why are you on that again? You told me you stopped your addiction."
"For being considered the smartest kid here in Kisaragi, you really are stupid, aren't you?" Shisui said with a large grin, flicking the smaller man's forehead with his finger. "Of course I had to lie so you wouldn't pester me."
"Of course," Itachi sighed, crossing his arms and looking at the floor. "There's no help for you, Shisui."
"Anyway, before 'Tachi here told you guys I have a serious Tumblr addiction, let me tell you what I found on Mistress Tsunade's blog. It was posted a month ago like yesterday, and it was her last post before she mysteriously disappeared. So, when Mrs. Konan told me her favorite student was leaving, I remembered the post so I did it."
He pulled out a small white sheet of paper shaped like one of those dolls you would see in the Ramen shop down the street. "It's a good luck charm, and it's simple to use. Apparently it's based off of the Uchiha clan, somehow at least."
He laughed softly, holding out the charm. "Everyone come here and hold it. That means you too, 'Tachi dear~" he taunted, causing a shiver to run up Kisame's spine. It sounded like he was...flirting with his own cousin.
Itachi rolled his eyes, slapping Shisui's arm before grabbing hold of the paper, his hand brushing against Kisame's. His eyes widened, but he said nothing but allowed a dark blush on his tan face.
"So, we all are holding it like this, and no matter what, don't let go until I say so. It's a remembrance thing. You hold onto the piece of paper forever, and it always reminds you how valuable your friendship is. Anyway, you chant this little phrase for each person present in the room. That's err...nine? Is that it?"
"Seven," Itachi corrected after mentally counting the members in his head.
"Yes, yes. Well, we chant the phrase Madara we beg of you' for each person present, as well as Madara. Is everyone ready?" Everyone responded with a correspondent nod. Kisame groaned to himself as his hand brushed over Itachi's once more.
He didn't even notice when they started chanting it, but quickly he had followed, making sure to add one extra at the end for the one he missed.
"K-Kisame!" Shisui said with a nervous voice, eyes widened at him. "Y-you said nine of them, n-not eight!"
"No, I just missed the first one. I made sure to say eight," he protested, wanting to smack the raven haired boy upside the head. How dare he doubt him. He was considered one of the most talented math students.
"A-ah, that's good. I didn't want this to be messed up," Shisui said, rubbing the back of his head. "I had only one left, and I didn't want it to be that we had to re-do it, since that would be impossible."
"Shisui, he's not that much of an inconsiderate imbecile," Itachi muttered, resisting the urge to smack the taller man upside the head like he usually did when they were together. "He's actually fairly intelligent, I couldn't keep up with him sometimes last year in biology."
"Well, that's mostly because Kisame wants to be a biology professor!" Hazuki giggled, patting the high schooler's back with a chuckle. "He's studied it like crazy, and I used to hear him complain all the time of not wanting to take any chemistry, though he had to this year."
"Is that so, then? We'll be in the same profession, at least," Itachi muttered, a smile etching across his pale face. Those rare smiles are something that entranced Kisame and made him smile as well, showing his profound sharp teeth.
He was young and careless, and to show that he, Zabuza, and Mei were best friends, they had their teeth sharpened. Mei's teeth had to be taken out because they got infected after she never took care of them, but he and Zabuza loved them. They spend about thirty minutes a day to maintain them that way.
Kisame dyed his own hair a dark blue, and Zabuza got tattoos all over his body. They considered it freedom of expression, if anything. It just showed their friendship for each other, as well as creativity.
Kisame never placed any permanent tattoos on himself, but he drew on himself all the time using markers, all placements of images designs he sketched in his notebook. He decided that if he could never be a biology teacher, he'd be a tattoo artist. His favorite things to design were sharks covered in strange tribal markings. He'd never say art was his forte, however.
"Which one are you going into, Itachi-san?" Kisame asked, using the regular honorifics he used for his ex-science lab partner.
"I'm considering of joining something to do with the study of Human biology, mostly. It anything, I'm studying anatomical biology on my own, but I'll do anything to do with humans in general. What about you?"
By then Shisui had gone off on other conversations, and Kisame was left with just he and his crush. His heart pounded loudly in his chest.
"Marine biology."
"if anything, I'm guessing an elasmobranchologist?" Itachi asked, propping his hands up on the desk and leaning backwards, nearly sitting on the desk. "With your interests, it would be something you would enjoy greatly."
"Elasmobranchii, the original word you were using is a subcategory of Chondrichthyes, usual fishes. Elasmobranchii are sharks, skates, and rays. How did you know that's what I was into?" Kisame asked, his eyes widening just slightly. "I never really told anyone but Zabuza about my interest in sharks."
"You draw them all the time, every time I see you. Also, it doesn't help that during the study of sharks we did last year, you showed such a great interest," Itachi answered, shrugging and wiping black bangs from his face. That face to Kisame was so irresistible, he just wanted to kiss him, hold him, do everything to him. And here he was, talking with Itachi over something as simple as biology and profession, and he was enjoying every second of it.
"So it's that obvious then. You always were an observant person, 'Tachi-san."
He shuttered as Kisame muttered the end mark, the Uchiha holding up a hand to him.
"Please, just Itachi. I hate it when people I'm friends with use those end marks. I know it's your thing, Kisame, but please, we should be close enough by now."
Kisame grinned, taking a step towards Itachi. "I never knew you made friends so easily."
"I wouldn't say easily. I used to hate you, you know."
"I know that," Kisame said, his face tinting a bright red. He wanted to say it so badly, how much the teenager meant to him. "I've always liked you, you know. Just something about you was different, and I liked it."
More than anything Kisame wanted to confess. Just to grab him and kiss him, feeling those warm lips run against his, imagining what it would be like to taste him, to see if they're like in his fantasies.
He took another step, reaching a hand forward to reach Itachi's wrist. The smaller one tensed up, looking around the room nervously. He felt like everyone was looking at them intently, waiting for something to happen. But when he looked, everyone was too busy.
Shisui was flirting with Hazuki, who was laughing sweetly. Deidara was discussing with Mrs. Konan about art and exchanging goodbyes, and Hidan was arguing with another member, Tobi, who was smiling happily and innocently as he annoyed Hidan to death.
Itachi felt the world around him disappear and he leaned towards Kisame, weakly wrapping his arms around him. Kisame tensed up, feeling him against his body. Itachi...was hugging him. He felt like the world was disappearing.
"Itachi, I've...always wanted to tell you something, I just didn't-" He didn't even have time to finish his sentence. No time at all.
Before he knew it, a loud crack brought all of their attentions at hail. A large crack opened up in the classroom floor, bringing rows of desk covered in artwork to a fateful fall. Hazuki was the first one to scream, clinging on to Shisui with tears forming in her eyes. Deidara ran to the back wall, and Hidan cussed loudly, gritting his teeth together.
Kisame grabbed Itachi's hand, dragging him to the back wall where Deidara and Mrs. Konan gathered.
"Everyone!" she yelled, holding Deidara as she motioned for everyone to join. Shisui pried Hazuki's tight grip off of him as he trudged towards the wall, leaving Hazuki there. She tried following, but under her the floor broke, leaving her holding on with nothing by her hands. Kisame remembered the girl's lack of strength from their time spent dating. He didn't like her anymore, but he would be devastated if he stood here as she plummeted to the unknown.
"Hazuki!" he yelled, letting go of Itachi and launching himself towards her, grabbing one of her hands that loosely fell. She was a lot heavier that he remembered, and with struggle he heaved her into his arms, holding her as she shook.
"K-Kisame," she sobbed, burying her face in his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair, trying to shush her. He didn't even notice until it was too late.
The floor around them had already begun to crumble, and Mrs. Konan was trying her best to usher them over. Before he could respond, or even get up, the floor fell, taking Kisame and Hazuki with it.