AkaYukiBloodySnow and her amazing imagination has me hooked on KisaHina, so I wanted to start this. I got this idea loosely off of the miasma from Majin Tantei Nogami Neuro, which is an epic anime. Neuro is such a sexy monster.
Anyway. There aren't enough KisaHina epics out there, so why not? Hope you enjoy, and if not... Oh well. XD Not betaed or error-checked, by the way. Don't feel like it.
"Kisame."
A massive head lifted in the dark recesses of the room. He'd been waiting. Itachi promised an assignment, a chance to get out of these suffocating walls and into the sun. Into society. People like himself, tainted by the miasma from the demonic underworld, were becoming more commonplace, but still feared and looked down upon.
Kisame understood them completely. It was hard, knowing how inferior you were to someone of his size. Humans clinging to their pure images while governments tried to find a scientific way to clog up the cracks in the crust of the Ningenkai that were expelling the miasma. He hoped they never did. The power that rippled his trunk-sized arms and crawled up his massive back was intoxicating. He thrived on that power. Thrived on the way he towered over others. Thrived on the ease with which a fragile neck snapped under his fingertips. As long as that miasma leaked forth, there were greater and greater chances of a global bloody war.
The Uchiha clan had taken great advantage of his lust. It was what he excelled at. In return, they fed him, clothed him, gave him a place in their hierarchy. Kept women in his bed. Granted, they were typically drugged and terrified of him, but bloodshed wasn't his only demon-sized lust. And why not? He wasn't exactly 'bring home to the 'rents' material for any woman.
"It's time."
Kisame unfolded his bulky figure from the too-plush couch, muscles bunching under his clothing. He preferred his furniture and beds stiff. Soft things irritated his senses. Soft meant it was lenient, and nothing about Hoshigaki Kisame was lenient.
Despite his incredible size, Kisame flowed silently behind Itachi as they stalked the eloquent hallways of the Uchiha estate's feudal mansion. It was about time he got a little fresh air. Since his last assignment had gone a little awry, he had been forbidden from leaving the building for going on three months. That's a lot of down time for a giant of a man. A lot of time in a cage. A giant, well-furbished cage, but a cage none-the-less.
They stopped in front of a set of dark wood double doors a foot taller than Kisame. It was refreshing, not having to duck under the doorway. The doors led them to the center courtyard of the estate, which had been fashioned into a Zen rock garden. Two large ponds connected by a creek housed the family's precious giant koi fish. On a stone bench under a cherry tree, situated beside the curve of the creek, sat the Uchiha patriarch and his wife. They had a traditional tea set between them, both with a steaming mug in their hands, speaking quietly.
The façade of power in the family. Kisame overlooked them automatically and found the true power reclining on the red wooden bridge that arched over the creek. A wild black mane twitched in the slight breeze, trailing down a relaxed, muscle-bound back. The figure was decked in a simple white yukata, black haori hanging from the shoulders to leave his hands free. Small flakes trickled from his fingertips, orange and black fins flipping in the water to catch them. At their approach, the figure stilled and turned halfway to greet them, though kept his face hidden. He was just anal like that, in Kisame's opinion.
Itachi inclined his head low in greeting. He was rewarded with a small nod in return. "Itachi," the figure purred.
"Hai."
"Kisame."
The shark grunted. A cruel smile appeared from under the untamed mass of locks. "How would you like your freedom back…?"
She was a cute girl. In a plain way. The dull, instantly recognizable eyes of a Hyuuga, softened by thick, curled lashes and her own tiny smile. Dark blue-black hair in a plain princess cut, but it seemed to suit her, from what the picture showed. She seemed mousy enough to need hair to hide behind.
Although, maybe mousy wasn't quite right. She seemed more like a rabbit. Like she was always trembling, but tried to be tough anyway. Kisame's pointed teeth made a brief appearance before the grin was subdued. Better not to get too excited. He didn't know what he had to do to her yet. He could just be needed as an intimidation act. She seemed like a goody-goody, so how in the Hell did she get mixed up with the Uchiha clan?
Itachi walked beside him, escorting him back to his chambers to prepare while giving a short rundown on the situation.
"Her name is Hyuuga Hinata."
"Cute."
Itachi cut his eyes in warning at the snide remark.
"Alright, alright. I'll behave."
"Moving on." Itachi seemed to pause as if weighing how to continue. "She… Was my mistake."
"Oh?" NOW Kisame was really interested. Itachi? Making a mistake? And admitting to it?
"Don't sound so surprised," the shorter murmured, face as tranquil and blank as always. "Despite our… differences, the Uchiha are human."
"So am I, but that doesn't seem to make much of a difference to anyone's opinion of me," Kisame snorted, fingers laced against the base of his skull.
"She became pregnant with Sasuke's child."
Kisame's small eyes widened a fraction. It was silent a moment, before he bit out a sarcastic "Congratulations" and grinned.
"She has to die," Itachi stated calmly.
The two finally made it to Kisame's wing of the mansion. The shark dropped himself heavily on the oversized couch and swung an arm over the back, laying crooked and relaxed. "I'm still not getting it. Shouldn't you guys be happy to keep the bloodline flowing? I mean, she's got those weird eyes like you guys. It could be worse, right?"
"The Hyuuga are indeed a prestigious family at the top of the food chain beside the Uchiha. The miasma twisted their DNA structure subtly, as it had ours. Unfortunately for Hinata-san, the Hyuuga have distanced themselves from her. A child out of wedlock, especially from the heiress to the title "Hyuuga-sama", is a scandal they don't want staining their good name. It's shameful."
"What bullshit," Kisame yawned, maws widened to show every single fine-pointed tooth. "You people and your bullshit codes and rules. Like the universe gives a rat's ass. The world won't end if she has a spawn outside of a marriage contract."
"Madara-sama doesn't want a halfbreed Uchiha and his disposed mother leeching child support from the banks. It's a small matter, but something that needs taken care of."
"And Sasuke?" Kisame cut Itachi a sly look. "What will he think?"
"There's your challenge," Itachi said blankly, turning to leave. "Make it appear an accident. A car crash. An over-drugged drink at a club. A random mugging. Whatever your bottomless pit of a heart desires. Just make it fast. She's already six months along."
And with that, he whirled around and briskly walked out. Kisame stared after him through half-lidded eyes, curiosity thoroughly piqued. He still didn't have all the answers, but no matter. Once the job was done, he could grill Itachi. After all, his penchant for clean kills was a little marred.
What was another smudge on the records?