Chapter 2: Memories and broken hearts
"Kisame!!! WAIT!!!" Keilala ran through the forest, trying to catch her one and only friend. Tears streamed down her face. 'Please…' her mind raced. 'Please don't leave me all alone too!' "Come back!!!" The tall, shark-like young man turned to her and frowned.
"Keilala… what are you doing here?!?!?! You could be killed!!!" His piercing glare shot through her and struck her deep in her heart.
"Please, don't go! I… I don't know…" He looked away from his oldest friend, to anything that would keep him from seeing how much pain he was causing her.
"Look… I can't stay in a village where no one wants me! No one cares."
"I CARE!" Her words hit him in the gut. "Isn't that enough?!?! Hasn't it been enough for all of this time!?!" Her eyes overflowing with tears, she held out her hand. "Come back Kisame… We can fix this! Together! You don't have to go running off with some crazy group of wanted criminals! You're not like them!" He glared at her furious.
"How am I not? Keilala… I've killed most of the other swords men, and you are the only Katana-wielder left in the village. I can't kill you, because your sword keeps me from draining your chakra. Otherwise, you'd be dead too." Her heart shattered into a million pieces.
"Please, Kisame… Not you too… Don't go and leave me too…" Tears fell from her eyes and soaked the ground. "Kisame… Please stay! You're all I have left… If you leave, then I'll… I'll be all alone again…" He snorted.
"So?"
"Don't you care about me anymore, Kisame?!?!" Her words struck a chord in him. Of course he cared… otherwise… He wouldn't be leaving. In a flash Kisame appeared infront of Keilala.
"Keilala… It's not that I don't care… It's that I care too much… I… I can't let you get hurt by them." Quickly he kissed her lips, for the first and most likely the last time. He memorized it, memorized the taste of her lips. She tasted like pure sweet pomegranites. "Keilala… I love you… please forgive me." In a puff of smoke, he was gone. Keilala wept bitterly at the loss, but mostly because he had finally told her what she'd always wanted to hear…
He loved her
"Keilala!!! Wait!!!" Turning, Keilala looked down at the young kunochi who was her little sister. In looking down, she saw the tears fall and remembered all too well this scene. "Please!!!"
"What Hakuto? I don't have all day!" She glared down in annoyance. The scene was the same, but the feelings and motives weren't. Keilala despised Hakuto, her little sister. Mother and Father never abandoned her, she never lost her best friend… her only love… I care nothing for her, so I should just end this quickly… "Spit it out, before I kill you." Hakuto cringed at the malice in her sister's voice.
"Don't go!!! Mother and Father said that they'll accept you again! Just don't go casing after this ghost anymore!!! You almost died last time!!!" Keilala glared as she remembered all to well her recent attempt to find Kisame…
She had been following a lead trail, all of the clues and signs matched. The size of the step matched Kisame's gait to height ratio, and the size of the print only made her believe even more that it really was Kisame's trail. But then a chakra flare caught her attention, and she whirled to see a man with white, slicked back hair and an Akatsuki cloak standing behind her.
"Well, what do we have here? A little whore." She growled at him and drew Drago from it's sheath. Brilliant gold light blinded her adversary, and in a fit of rage, he came at her with a three-bladed scythe. "You little bitch!!!"
At every attack, she ducked and twirled out of his way. Dancing about him in the manner taught by her sensei's past, she looked for an opening. Finally finding one, she stabbed in with Drago. But all too late, she realized that he had done that a purpose, to lure her in. His scythe cut her shoulder deep, and drew blood. Keilala leapt back a few paces, then paused. She watched as he drew a familiar symbol on the ground in his blood.
"Crap." She muttered to herself. Well, it could have been worse. At least she couldn't die, just like the Jashinist before her.
"You're in for it now, bitch… Jashin will have your fucking soul and I hope he torments you a thousand fucking years!!!" He grinned and stabbed himself. The pain was intense, but nothing she wasn't used to. A few more pikes were driven through his body, and Keilala numbed her pain and healed her wounds expertly. "What the fuck?!?! You're supposed to be dead, or at least screaming in pain and begging for mercy!"
"Wrong." She stood and drew Drago again. "If you were smart, and knew something about the Mist, then you might recognize my blade." He stared at it, then at her.
"Well?"
"You can't honestly tell me that you don't know of the Immortal Dragon Blade."
"Wait… Oh, Kisame mentioned something like this…" At the mention of his name, Keilala went ballistic.
"Kisame? As in Kisame Hoshigaki?!?! Where is he???" He pressed her blade to the Jashinists throat.
"First, I'm not telling you. Second, cut off my head and yours goes too."
"Well, I am immortal like you and I can repair any damage I get automatically. I don't think I have to worry." She pressed the blade closer to his jugular. "Where is Kisame?"
"Go to hell."
"You first, bastard." She sliced his head and caught hers easily as it fell. Placing it atop her shoulders again, she kicked the head of the squabbling Jashinist about three miles away, into a tree. "I always make my mark."
"I wasn't going to die, Hakuto. I'm immortal and I am a medic shinobi. I can take care of myself." Hakuto's eye's welled up with tears.
"I…I just don't want to lose you again, sis…" Suddenly, Hakuto found Drago embedded in her abdomen to the hilt. Blood gushed from her mouth and she coughed her last breath.
"I don't care what you had to say… they always did like you best." Keilala pulled out her sword from her siblings body and let it fall to the ground. Suddenly, Nakai Kaji, her father, appeared and gazed down in horror at his youngest daughters body lying in a pool of blood.
"Keilala… By the order of the Mitzakage… I have to arrest you. Not only for conspiracy to destroy the Mist, but also for the murder of Hakuto Kaji… your own sister…" Keilala laughed.
"What can they do to me 'father'? I cannot die, and any wound inflicted on me will heal instantly… so what can they do?" She grinned down at him.
"They… they…. Can take Drago from you, and lock you away forever… as it should be." He charged her, but just before he reached her…
"NO!" A large male in an Akatsuki cloak slammed Nakai away from Keilala. But in doing so he knocked her back a ways. Dust clouded the scene, as Keilala and Nakai tried to make out the identity of the man. Keilala knew first.
"Y-you…."
