So I was sitting in my room a few days ago when I realized something. Kisame doesn't get enough love. Then I had this weird dream about a Naruto character living with a normal girl. So I put two and two together and tah dah. A Kisasaku, because honestly, I don't really know who to pair with Kisame and I pair Sakura with pretty much everyone else so why not? The age difference is a little big I know but I don't like to mess with the ages, I feel like it makes the story less realistic. Anyway, this is the epilogue, if you skip it you might not get the story, so I hope you enjoy.

Epilogue:

The sun was setting when the two luminous figures entered the small town. From far away they looked like just two normal silhouettes conflicting with the rays of diminishing sunshine, but from closer up one could easily identify the two individuals, one being significantly larger than the other. The first man was Uchiha Itachi, the soul murder of his entire clan and most recognized member of the Akatsuki. He walked with a slow steady pace towards his destination, eyes staring directly in front of him, face void of any symptom of emotion. The second man was Hoshigake Kisame one of the legendary seven swordsmen of mist. He was 7'1 feet tall with blue skin, spiky blue hair, and two well-defined, marble like eyes. Unlike Itachi his face revealed one emotion, arrogance, which was currently being displayed in a pointy, sharklike grin plastered upon his face. Normally, the citizens of any town would be running and screaming bloody murder at the site of the two notorious criminals, but this town was a tad bit different, for it lied within the infamous borders of rain, a country ruled by the Akatsuki. For these people is normal to see S-ranked fugitives frolicking through the streets, not that the men were by any means frolicking. However today was not a normal day for the two outlaws, today was a day of rejoicing, for they finally finished to mission it'd taken them nearly a year to complete.

At first the mission did not seem like a hard one at all. Their objective had been to locate the orb of Calonto, a mystical object that had been passed down from generation to generation in the family in which it belonged. It seemed easy enough at first, considering that the family was supposedly civilian. Nonetheless soon after discovering that the family would not be hard to defeat the two men then realized that the family would in fact be extremely difficult to situate. For though they may have been civilians, they were not stupid, and knew that many would strive to achieve the orb in their possession. One may wonder why such an orb was considered so valuable, especially since it had been rumored to be tremendously ugly, but this orb is not to be used as a simple gemstone. The orb of Calonto was said to have remarkable supernatural abilities. Everyone knew this, even the youngest of children, for the legend of the orb was well known by the general population. It was said that the orb could determine a person's character by just by simple touch. If one was evil, it would wreak havoc upon the individual in the most subtle of ways. It would bring great misfortune into their lives and hurt not only the afflicted but also the innocent around them in ways they could sometimes never tell. This is precisely why Madara had ordered Kisame and Itachi to retrieve it. He knew that with one look at his horribly evil heart, the orb would have the potential to destroy the world, which was exactly the Akatsuki's objective.

However there was another side of the orb which Madara had been reluctant to consider. The good side. For if the orb saw goodness in one's heart, and potential in the universe for that person to be happy, it would give that person exactly what they needed to accomplish their contentment, however big or small it was. Madara knew though that there was not a shred of kindness in his being, and thus ruled this possibility out of the equation.

It'd taken Itachi and Kisame 10 months to locate the orb, and pulled them to nearly every edge of the earth looking for it. However finally after months of searching they found its whereabouts printed in an ancient scroll from the cloud village. It seems as if the one thing they'd been trying their hardest to find had been under their noses the entire time, in the rain country. So they ventured back, tired and frustrated with themselves only to find the family had been aware of their progression and had fled their renowned home. The search then led them back to the country of lightning were they found the family hiding on the outskirts of cloud near the banks of the great ocean. Technically though, they did not find the family and all, just the abandoned orb resting peacefully on the kitchen table upon their arrival. It seemed suspicious, that the family with so blatantly desert that they had spent centuries protecting, but after searching for as long as they had, they decided not to question but instead to move on. Since then they had not given it a second thought. So here they were now back in the village of rain, orb and all, and ready to finally turn in the dragged out mission.

Unfortunately for them though, Madara was not currently present in rain and would not be for a few more days, so for the next week or so the orb would, much to their dismay, remain Itachi and Kisame's responsibility. So now they were stuck at the Akatsuki base awaiting Madara's return with nothing to do but count the raindrops as they fell from the sky. Itachi though, had other plans and mysteriously disappeared from the base nearly a day after rival, leaving the orb in the care of Kisame.

"That damn kid" Kisame mumbled to himself as soon as he discovered Itachi's disappearance, grabbing the orb from where Itachi had left it with a piece of paper toweling and stuffing it into his bag. "Leaves all the crappy stuff for me" he murmured again, feeling sorry for himself. For all he knew that damn bastard was probably out with a woman, because even as void of emotion as Itachi may have seemed, even he needed a release now and again. Kisame of course did too, but his circumstances were a little different. Itachi was gorgeous, he had striking hair, striking features, and striking red eyes. Everyone loved him, even if he desired no affection in his content. Kisame's situation on the other hand was quite different. He'd spent his entire life looking for someone who would love him, but all he had to show for it were a few nasty scars and endless stream of frightened stares. People were scared of him because he was different. One might think that a member of the Akatsuki would not require affection for survival, which of course he didn't. However it seemed he was the only member they had not received some affection at some point in their lives. Itachi had had a family that loved him, Sasori had had a grandmother who cared for him, even an evil man like Orochimaru had been loved at one point by his ex-teammates. Kisame though, had never been looked at as anything but a tool to his village and had grown up with the emotional scars to prove it.

It was not until he turned 16 that he discovered the two things that changed his life forever. Alcohol and sex, the two prime methods in which he dealt with the hostility of others. When he drank didn't feel the pain anymore, and when he indulged himself in whatever woman was available for his price, he felt as if he was loved, even if only for a moment. So he became an alcoholic, with a bottle of sake always on hand and ended up blowing most of his Akatsuki member salary on prostitutes.

Right now there was no question his mind as to where he was going to go. Either a bar or brothel, or if he was lucky enough, one that served as both. It seems that today was his lucky day because he found what he was looking for without hardly taking four steps out the door, probably because prostitution and alcohol were both huge institutions in rain.

He entered the door to find many women crowding around a few very handsome looking men. At first no one seemed to notice his entrance, but with the clicking sound of the door latch closing, a few eyes averted themselves in his direction. There it was. The look he always received. Disgust, shock, and most prominent of all, fear. The few women that were making their way towards the door to welcome their new guest now turned away and hurried towards the other corner of the room. This is how it usually went at first when Kisame entered a whorehouse. No one would ever want to go with him. However as usual as he reached in his pocket and began producing currency, the minds of all the women in the establishment quickly began to change, the more money the more women, and soon he was the center of attention. He was the one that was loved. The woman hounded around him like stray dogs looking for a free bite, but it didn't take Kisame long to decide which one he liked best. The youngest, most beautiful girl he could find. A girl who he knew could never love him. She looked about 17 or 18 years old, with long blond hair and startling blue eyes. She was wearing a short skirt and tank top which showed a large amount of her very defined cleavage. Some may think him a leach for choosing such a girl, but in these times, especially for ninja, it was not completely uncommon for one to marry a decade or two in age difference, though it was almost always the kunoichi that was younger. Not that he would have any chance of ever marrying anyway.

"What can I get for you sir" The girl purred, pushing her body up against his in a well rehearsed act of seduction.

"I think you know what I want" Kisame replied, he stopped playing games years ago and now focused on getting to the point.

"Oh do I?" She answered. As experienced as she seemed, she did not appear used to such abrupt retorts.

"Yes, you do. But first I think I'll have a few glasses of sake" So he made his way over to the bar and ordered the strongest glass of sake he could find.

Due to his high alcohol tolerance, things did not begin to blur until about the ninth cup. After that point all he could remember was that wonderful moment in his coupling with the girl, when he felt like she could truely love him. However once again he was proven wrong when the next morning he awoke to a cold and empty bed and once again he was disappointed, as he always was. He did not understand though, why he was disappointed. This always happened to him. Every single time. There was no indication that this girl would have been any different. So he dragged himself out of bed, head pulsing with the previous night's hangover and changed back into his forgotten cloths. He then began to make his way back to where he last seen Itachi at the base, only to find that Itachi had yet to return.

He sat down on the sofa, arching his neck over the back cushion and stretching his legs out on the coffee table. If he knew Itachi as well as he thought he did, the man would not be back soon if he hadn't come back already. So Kisame sat there, consumed in his own train of thought. He thought back to that girl, the one he'd slept with. He thought of how beautiful she been, and how great it would be if she actually loved him, he thought how great it would be if anyone actually loved him. If anyone even cared for him, even if it was just a little bit. It seems as if Kisame was getting a little more depressed every day, though he certainly didn't show it. He would never consider himself a happy guy, but it was not as if he would consider himself a sad guy either. He was one of the most powerful ninja in the world, that was something to be proud of and he knew it. Maybe that was why he was so arrogant. Kisame chuckled to himself 'oh please, If have any right in this damn world, it's to be arrogant'. He thought back to all the people he killed, to all the opponents he defeated, to the powerful and feared name he made for himself not just because of his appearance but because of his abilities. He might've been a tad bit depressed, but he was damn proud if he was anything. He was Hoshigake Kisame, the greatest of the seven swordsmen of mist. He would conquer the world with the Akatsuki one day, and then he would be happy, he just knew it.

Happiness, it was a strange thing.

At that moment Kisame's mind began to drift back to the orb now resting comfortably at his hip. 'The orb of Calonto, huh' he thought slyly, placing the orb on the coffee table with a piece of crumpled paper and being careful not to touch it. For if The legends were really true, his character would be judged upon contact. 'So this thing has the power bring happiness..or misery. Pffft, what a joke. Not like I have a hope of happiness anyway, not with my black heart. And misery is for the weak, heh'. If the legends really were true then the thing would probably just kill him, considering all things he'd done he doubted there was anything in the universe left for him.

However soon his curiosity began to get the best of him, and he began to think about giving it a try. 'Dammit, I'm on strict orders not to touch that stupid thing' he reasoned with himself. If he touched it he would get in a massive amount of trouble. So he decided to distract himself and walked into the kitchen to get himself a nice cup of coffee. He poured a cup of coffee and began to drift off into his mind once again. God he needed more alcohol, his head hurt like a bitch and a little sake seemed like the only thing to cure the pain. But it was way too early for that, so he made his way back into the living room and plopped back onto the sofa. "Agggg" he moaned aloud, rubbing his temples in an attempt to ease the agony pounding in his head. He lifted his legs up and dropped them lazily on the coffee table as he done before but this time howeve,r the sound of his synthetic sandals colliding with the polished wood was not all he heard, but a rolling sound and then. 'Holy shit, the orb!' he thought frantically, jumping up immediately in an effort to catch the orb before it met with the floor.

SMASH!

He was too late, by the time he was even on his feet, glass was scattered all about and purple goo was running all across the floorboards. 'Fuck, this cannot be happening. I did not just break the fucking orb of Calonto' but unfortunately he had and now he'd have to face the consequences of it

He could be killed, he could be banned from the Akatsuki, who knows what Madara would do with him once he found out that he had broken the orb of Calonto. Kisame was now, for the first time in his entire life actually freaking out. What the hell was he going to do? 'Fuck me, this is gonna screw everything up.' Kisame cursed, racking his brain for any hope of redemption. Finally he came up with a plan 'The inside is the important stuff so I can just give that to Madara' Kisame deduced, making his way towards the kitchen and snatching the jar out of the cupboard. He then sprinted back into the living room, and with his superior ninja capabilities, tripped over the step into the kitchen and landed face first in the puddle of purple goo. 'Yuck, this stuff is disgusting as hell' Was the first thought that crossed his mind before he remembered that he wasn't supposed to touch the stuff at all. 'Fucking Shit' He cursed inwardly and rolled out of the glutinous mess but it was too late.

Before Kisame could even register what was happening, the world around him began to fade to darkness and the floor beneath his feet disappeared.

He fell and fell and fell and fell.

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-Kaus-y