AU: Already another Chapter is up? Whoa! w I'm working hard for you guys! Thanks to a few loyal readers I have regained my passion for fanfiction, and I hope to update and finish all of my old stories as well as start some new ones to bring back the fire that once filled all Narutards! ^w^ Thank you and enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO

Alabaster, or as most liked to call it, Alabastard, was known as the city of Hell to its residents. Being the most populated cities left in Konohagakure, it certainly lived up to its name. Once a thriving metropolis before the war now lay in ruins, decaying rubble and overgrown shrubbery took over buildings that once stood tall enough to scrape the sky. The old paved roads were now nothing but packed dirt, the stones long gone to be used in other various structures. Along the desolate city streets stood huts and shacks of various sizes, some constructed of rotted wood and straw while others made from parts of buildings and stones. None of these shelters though could hold for very long, most natural phenomenon like rain and snow left the shanties in ruins and utterly destroyed, pieces scattered about, left to the residents to reconstruct

The inhabitants of Alabastard were no better off unfortunately. They clothed themselves in anything they could piece together, scrapes of fabric, animal hides they hunted and dried themselves, and some of the poorer residents stuck to using the local foliage to hide themselves and maintain their decency. The faces of the local civilians were grim and mostly disfigured, the harsh radiation twisting their bodies to take on alternative forms than their perfect ancestors. Rows of razor sharp teeth, beaks where mouths should have been, limbs that could barely support their own weight; each a monstrosity in their own right.

Kisame walked down the main street of the town, using a large deer hide fastened into a knapsack of sorts to carry his groceries home from the market. It was a typical day for the Survivor; he had finished his shift at work early and decided he would be able to afford a little treat for himself. So instead of scrounging for food like he typically did, he took out a little extra and bought fresh meat and milk for dinner that night, enough to feed him and his roommates for weeks. Kisame was one of the more monstrous civilians left on earth. His skin was his most striking feature, a soft blue hue that covered every inch of his body with the texture of sandpaper in random patches. Gills stretched across each of his high cheek bones and similar ones adorned each shoulder, while sharp teeth flashed in a jagged grin at all who passed him. The man was certainly a sight to behold, and definitely not someone to cross paths with when angry.

Kisame hummed a soft tune to himself as he stopped in front of a dome made out of hard packed clay. The outside was round and stood a little over seven feet tall but looked like it could hold a small army with how far back it extended. It was attached at the base of a large run down hotel, seemingly only as deep as the wall to the common eye but the blue man knew better. He knocked at the small wooden door fitted on the front of the mound and took a step back, waiting. Sure enough the door flew open and out stepped a man with glowing green eyes. The man had a thin strip of fabric that barely covered his broad tan chest, and every inch of his body was littered with scars and stitches of various lengths and intensity, giving little to the imagination to the kind of live he lived. Only the bottom portion of the man's face was concealed behind another bit of fabric, leaving the pair of green narrow eyes to glare directly at the shark man.

"What are you doing back so early Hoshigaki? Your shift doesn't end for another hour. You better not be skipping out again…"

"Aw come on Kakuzu you know me better than that! I wouldn't come straight home if I was playing hooky." He flashed the stitched man a grin. "Besides, I brought food! That's enough to let me slide this time right?"

Kakuzu grunted and walked back inside the dome, allowing Kisame to enter. The shark man smiled and walked in, shutting the door behind him. The dome was definitely bigger on the inside than it appeared. It stretched back and combined with the building behind it, covered up a large hole in the side of the building allowing its inhabitants to go to and fro as they pleased. The little done held a small fridge and rock that served as a dining table, a small bin off to one wall with multiple half broken dishes stacked in them. Kisame plopped onto the floor and stretched as Kakuzu went through the knapsack.

"We'll have to eat all of the meat tonight, unless you still have enough to get a huge cube of ice for the fridge." Kisame groaned in response, wiping the dirt and grime from the day off his face and onto his shirt.

Kakuzu rolled his eyes and took out the meat, placing it on a large plate with a chip on the rim. "I guess we'll all just stuff ourselves tonight then. I don't want a repeated experience of salmonella again thank you very much."

The blue man rolled his eyes and stood up. "We'll have to drink the milk too, I wasn't able to get much but it's still half a gallon." His friend grunted in response, putting everything in the fridge before taking a seat at the table.

"So, tell me again about this dream you've been having?" Kisame looked up and sighed, running a hand through his dusty blue hair. How long had it been since he took a bath? Jeez, he desperately needed one…

"Well, it starts off normal enough. I'm walking through a forest and it's raining pretty hard. Then all of a sudden it just stops and I hear something fall from the sky! I thought it was another bomb or something so I took cover-"

"Kisame who the hell is going to bomb our shitty town?"

"Well, I don't know! It's a dream alright?! Just listen! Anyways, I take a peek from my hiding spot and there's this, this angel standing in front of me! And I'll tell you, she was drop dead gorgeous!" He smiled wide, getting lost on his train of thought. "She always looks the same in every dream I have: long flowing black hair, porcelain skin that's never seen the light of day, a slight curve to her figure, and deep, soul capturing crimson eyes…Just stunning really…" He blinked. "Where was I again?"

The tan man grumbled, tapping his fingers on the table top. "You were wasting my time."

Kisame snapped his fingers and smiled. "That's right! Just getting to the good part! Alright, so this beautiful angel is standing in front of me right? Well after we fool around a little bit she always leaves saying the same thing.."

"'Don't tell my dad?'"

"No dumbass! She always smiles and says 'Catch me'… But she's already standing in front of me, it just doesn't make any sense…"

His friend sighed and stood up from his seat, pulling away the little curtain blocking out the outside world and hummed. "I don't know what to say Kisame, sounds like you had some bad meat."

Kisame grumbled and stood, getting his things together. "Bad meat my ass, this is a sign dammit!" He huffed and tore aside the curtain blocking the entrance to the adjoined building, shooting back a smile. "My angel is out there waiting for me. Somehow, someway I'm going to catch her in my net and swoop her away." He chuckled and walked out, letting the curtain close behind him.