I dont own Naruto
This is my first fan fiction. i just thought of it outta nowhere and wrote it in like 10 minuets. be gentle.
Kisame was finally living his dream, a beautiful beach house on some quiet island off the coast of The Land of Water, nothing but sand, sun and sea. No Akatsuki to worry about any longer. Not a care in the world. He was finally living his dream, and he couldn't be more miserable.
He sat in his beach chair, looking off blankly at the sunset. Setting down a newly emptied bottle of whiskey in the sand, he glanced at the chair next to him. It was empty. It's been like this for months now, ever since she left him.
In a drunken, depressed stupor he stared at the sky line, wondering if she ever missed the way he held her. They worked so well together for so long. They were notorious; people cringed at the very mention of their names. Now the only one cringing was the sad, shark faced man, thinking of how eager she looked when she saw this strange looking man walking into her life, and how easily he had kicked her to the side and let her leave. Regretful doesn't even begin to explain how the shark nin felt.
Clouds began to roll in, turning the pink sky grey. It grew cold and rain followed soon after. Kisame stood and shuffled his way to his house. It was exactly how they agreed it should look; made out of palm and coconut trees, a round leafy roof, an extra large door (for obvious reasons), even the Venus Comb doorknob she always pestered him about. He thought it looked hopelessly stupid and complained that it would hurt his hands to turn it, since he always got the door for her. But now-a-days the pain in his hand was one of the few things he had left of her. He grabbed the pointy shell and entered the room.
Groaning, Kisame sat on his bed, his two person bed, one side always being left untouched. The shark nin reached across his bed stand and picked up a picture. It was the last picture they had ever taken together before she left him. He was wearing his usual shark-toothed grin and she looked as beautiful as ever. This was too much, he knew he would begin to cry if he reminisced any longer, so he lay down and drifted into sleep.
Kisame shot up; someone was knocking at the front door. "Who the hell could that be?!" he thought "It must be him, taking my love wasn't enough, he's come to finish me off!"
He grabbed a massive, semi-ornamental, kunai off the wall above the hearth and walked toward the door. In one swift, blue motion the shark man threw open the door and was ready to strike. Then he looked, he blinked his eyes several times then dropped the kunai.
"SAMMY!" He cried. "Sammy! You came back!"
The nin dropped to his knees, before him hovered the love of his life, the one and only Samehada. She never looked more amazing, her shark tooth, scaly things wet from the rain and her bandages dirty. Under one scale she held flowers, and another holding something that warmed Kisame's heart; the severed head of that douche-bag Killer Bee.
The shark nin ran to her and took the sword into a tight embrace. Her scales sliced his skin but he didn't care, she was home.
So Kisame and Samehada lived happily on the beach for the rest of their days killing whales and kicking Killer Bee's skull around. Even killing a useless character every now and then, like Ten Ten.
THE END!