"Was it wrong?"
Curious eyes narrowed on an orange jump suit. How utterly annoying it was, always bringing unnecessary attention. If it weren't for that accursed color, maybe he wouldn't have noticed him in the first place.
Was it wrong?
Such an odd color, orange. So incredibly optimistic. Sunny and cheerful. So completely opposite of his own color. Black. Depressing, cynical, and overall mysterious. Yet he couldn't help but wonder...
Was it wrong?
His mild interest in this boy – could it be something more? Ah, not a chance. After all, he was a part of the Akasuki. He could never risk having emotions for anyone. However, he needn't have such feelings for what he was intending to do.
Was it wrong?
Oh, how his heard skipped a beat when he saw the boy now. Rid of his horrific orange, he now saw his new colors. Silky tan flesh decorated in crimson marks etched into his skin with utmost care. Oh, how delightful his screams were; filling up the air and piercing into the darkness. Shuddering breaths heated his cold, scaly skin, sending ravenous sensations though his body.
Was it wrong?
"Kisame!" the boy shrieked. Oh gods, how scintillating was his terrified voice. And what a pity, the little predator in him had just begun.
Was it wrong?
Ah, alas, it ended all too soon. He had to leave that trembling heap of a ninja down on the floor, swimming in his own delicious blood, as well as some other things. He draped himself up in black and grinned.
Was it wrong?
"Goodbye my lover." He said mockingly, waving something that he pulled from his mouth.
It was an orange cloth, worn and tattered.
Was it wrong?
END.