Kisame: Mondays 9:30 A.M
I quietly set up my station as my next 'special' costumer walked in through the door. I glanced up as say his blueish-gray toned skin and sent him a warm smile. Sadly that smile was not returned today.
"Good Morning Kisame. How are you this fine day?" I asked cheerful as I looked up at him.
Kisame sent me a look of clear hatred as he sat across from me. "Harumi, I fucking hate Mondays. I fucking hate mornings. I fucking hate having to get my nails done." He gently set down his sword and after a gentle caress looked up at me with a look of pure venom.
"So, you want the usual?" I asked digging through my second draw labeled 'Akatsuki'. I heard a grunt in response and pulled out the desired lavender color. I set it down next to the rest of my supplies and looked up to see the half shark man giving the nail polish a resentful look. "Hands." I commanded. With a roll of his eyes, he gave me his hands to clean up and re-paint. I carefully examined them. Even though I had painted them exactly a week ago, they were in complete disarray; chipped, scratched, broken, and caked with red. "Is this blood?"
"Yes." Kisame hissed. He seemed even more ticked off than usual.
"Don't you know how to clean your hands?" I asked sternly as I scolded him. "None of my other clients are nearly as bad as you."
"What does it fucking matter?" He growled. I started to wipe the dried blood and old nail polish.
"You'll never get a girl with that attitude." I muttered under my breath. He seemed to have heard me.
"Yes, of course! Because blood on my fingers is the first thing a girl will notice when she see me." Kisame snarled. "It's not like girls overlook the fact I am a murderous shark."
"You are not a shark." I rolled my eyes. From years of painting Kisame's (and the other Akatsuki's) nails, I know his sensitive spots.
"Blue skin, pointed teeth, gills; it doesn't matter if I am an actual shark or not! That's all you women look at."
"Ah, so that's what this is about." I nodded my head as I trimmed his cuticles.
"Harumi, you don't understand." Kisame shook his head disgusted.
"Why wouldn't I understand?" I asked.
"You are pretty. Pretty people don't have to worry about things like looking like a shark."
"I work at a nail salon and paints S-Rank criminal's nails." I raised my eyebrows.
"But you can still get any guy you want." Kisame muttered. "Pretty people like you and Itachi can never understand what it is like."
"Enlighten me." I muttered.
"Girls now-a-days don't look for personality, they look to see if your hot or not. I have blue shark skin, point teeth, blood covered fingers, and my partner is a teen heart-throb." Kisame sighed. "If you had to choose between me and Itachi, the choice is kind of fucking obvious."
"Maybe you haven't found the right girl yet." I nodded my head.
"You think?" Kisame asked hopeful but skeptical.
"I'm positive." I responded as I pulled out the clear coat. "One day, you'll find her."
"What if I don't?"
"You will, besides no one is perfect. Heck, I have an ugly birthmark on my shoulder but that doesn't stop me from wearing sleeveless tops."
Kisame seemed to digest this information while I finished up the clear coat on his left hand and moved to the right.
"Harumi?"
"Yes, Kisame?"
"How do I get a girl to like me?" Kisame asked in a small child-like voice.
I paused for a moment as I finished up his right hand and opened the lavender nail color.
"What kind of girl are you looking for?" I finally asked.
Kisame thought for a moment answering. "Well, she has to love me for whom I am. She has to be able to laugh with me and be a good-natured soul. I would mostly just want a girl who cares for me and loves me." Kisame paused for a moment and snarled, "If any of the other Akatsuki's hear this, you are dead Harumi, you hear me?"
"Kisame, my lips are sealed. Besides, what you say here is confidential. Everyone who comes here signs the confidentiality agreement form. How else am I supposed to have business?" I explained to Kisame. He seemed to relax greatly. I started the second coat of the lavender.
"Harumi, do you think she is out there?" Kisame asked.
"I'm sure she is and is waiting for you." I answered.
"D-do you think she will think I am handsome?" Kisame stuttered out.
"Of course!" I exclaimed happily. "What do you think she'll look like?"
"Beautiful." Kisame hummed. "She'll have the smoothest, purest white skin. Her hair would be silky black and usually held in a tidy ponytail, nothing to fancy. She'll be fit. Her face would be one of an angel's. Her eyes would be a beautiful deep onyx surrounded by thick eyelashes and underlined by tear-troughs. Sometimes when she will be upset with me, those beautiful onyx orbs will flash red and black." Kisame sighed.
"She sounds beautiful." I murmur although I could help think of his sharingan using partner.
"He is."
"Excuse me?"
"She is." Kisame stated quickly. I had finished up the lavender and moved onto the final clear coat.
"Well, when you meet her, tell her hello for me." I smiled brightly as I continued his nails.
"Harumi, how would I go about courting her?" Kisame asked with his head tilted to the side.
"Well, you have to show her you are interested. To do so, you need to make romantic gestures." I explained.
Kisame's face brightened. "Like slicing the head off my enemy and presenting it to her?"
I paused for a moment, before continuing. "Perhaps something else."
Without a moment's pause, Kisame exclaimed. "Or burning down a hidden village in her honor?"
"Maybe something more subtle." I explained, getting up and leading him to the pedicure station. "Oh good, no blood on your toes." I exclaimed happily as we sat down.
"How could I be more subtle?" Kisame asked, honestly curious.
"Roses, chocolates, poems." I listed.
"Harumi! She won't fall for me over something as arbitrary and idiotic as flowers. I would need something deep and meaning full to court her." Kisame insisted. "She would want something useful to her or meaningful!"
"Like a burning village or a severed head?"
"Perhaps you're right there, but she wouldn't want flowers or chocolates. She'd want…to be taken to a Japanese café." Kisame nodded eagerly.
"Sounds like you already know who she is and what she likes." I raised my eyebrow at him.
"No! I don't!" Kisame exclaimed appalled. "I'm too busy with work."
"Then how would you find her with all you work?"
Kisame paused, clearly thinking of a comeback but found none. "I'll make time to search for her."
"Won't Itachi get upset if you spend less time with him and more time looked for your love?" I asked.
Kisame blinked before responding. "No, Itachi is independent and can take care of himself. I don't need to babysit the little weasel-brat. Besides, Itachi likes his alone time."
"Well you make sure you let me know how the search is going next week."
"Sure, sure."
I nod my head. "Well, do you feel better?" I asked as I slowly stood up.
"Very much." Kasime grinned, a shark tooth grin, as I pulled him out of the chair. He walked over to my station and picked up his beloved sword. "You can put this on Kakuzu's tab, right?" He asked.
"Oh of course!" I grinned back. "Good luck with your search for love!"
"Thank you very much Harumi." Kisame sighed as he left. Once the door closed I shook my head. After a minute, I shrugged and put away my supplies and cleaned my station, waiting for my next guest.
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