This chapter is more… um, sexually confronting, I guess you could say, than the others. There will only be a couple of chapters like this in the whole story because I don't particularly like writing it. Shock horror, it's actually included for plot and character development, believe it or not.

Warnings: Suicidal references, adult themes, sexual implications etc.

Chapter 3- More Bad News

I'd had people ringing me all day. Friends of the family whom I hadn't seen for years rang to ask whether I was coping with my father's death. News sure got around to them quickly, at the time my father had only died about seven hours ago. Aside from that, Sasuke would ring me every couple of hours for no apparent reason. I suspected that he just wanted to hear a familiar voice and to be reassured. I had planned on staying with him for longer, but he had made it apparent that he didn't want to be seen in his hysteric state.

The police also rang in the evening and explained that my father had committed suicide by taking an overdose of sleeping pills.

Finally from eight thirty onwards I got some peace and quiet. I was curled up in bed next to Kisame, who held me with a comforting arm. He slowly ran his other hand through my hair, which was quite relaxing, until he punctured the silence. "Why did something depressing have to happen today? You seem to be utterly and completely turned off."

His wording startled me slightly, but I should have expected as much. Our bodies were built very differently. Kisame was larger than normal and I was smaller than was usual. We could only make love every three or four days because he usually hurt me in some way when we did.

Today was the third day since we had done it last…

"Honestly Kisame, is that all you think about?" I asked teasingly, expecting some form of 'yes'.

He grinned mischievously and leaned closer…


"Yes, obviously." I answered for him dryly but a minute later when I found myself on the floor, suddenly void of underwear. Kisame's body mass was hovering over my own as though he wasn't sure whether to continue or not.

"Aww, you shouldn't make such heartless assumptions." He breathed in my ear. I rolled my eyes and pushed him off of me. He allowed me to get up, but he looked extremely hurt. His expression clearly asked 'Why don't you want me?' He was like a child really…

"Stay on the bed next time, the carpet is itchy." I said as I began to make my way to my feet.

His expression briefly changed to that of relief before the cocky smile returned. "I'm sure something else can be arranged…" Kisame said and grabbed me by the waist…


I sat on the edge of the bed whilst Kisame sat behind me and happily attached his mouth to my neck and shoulders. Suddenly my phone went off and I immediately reached under the bed to retrieve it. Normally I would have ignored it or turned it off beforehand, but it was more than likely that Sasuke was ringing me.

Kisame looked at the phone as though he would quite happily throw it away without felling guilty in the slightest. "It's Sasuke." I said by way of explanation. His look softened and he allowed me to take the call. "Yes, Sasuke?" I answered.

"I recently found out that dad left just about everything to me in his will, including his debts. I've also calculated that we need to make a minimum of one million dollars before next year if we want to ever be able to repay the debts. Why did interest have to be invented?" He asked before continuing to speak. He had sobered up from his hysteria quickly... "Where are we going to get that kind of money? Even if I took up two full time jobs it wouldn't be nearly enough."

A million dollars? Knowing Sasuke, that was the bare minimum that we would need. The odd event that had occurred only last week suddenly entered my thoughts. I still had the papers somewhere… I hadn't gotten around to throwing them out yet.

"I will do all I can to help you. I'll start looking around tomorrow." I promised. Kisame obviously thought that this conversation had gone on for long enough because he had graced my shoulder with his mouth again. His unusually pointed teeth scraped my skin. "Stop it." I muttered and pushed him away.

"Stop what?" Sasuke asked, a little perplexed.

"Don't worry. Look I'm a little busy right now, I'll talk to you tomorrow." I said and quickly hung up without waiting for a response.

At this exact moment Kisame sunk his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder. It was surprisingly painful. It made me flinch, which of course just furthered the damage and increased the pain.

"Kisame, you're hurting me." I said loudly as I tried not to panic. He often hurt me of course, but he knew it was serious when I complained about the pain. He instantly released me and swore a moment later. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I would… I'm really sorry." He apologised profusely.

"I suggest you do something about the bleeding." I prompted.

"Right, I'll be back in a second. Don't move!" He exclaimed before running into the bathroom, which was where the first aid kit was kept.

This wasn't the first time that something like this had happened. I knew that Kisame always had to hold back on the things he wanted to do to me, otherwise I'd probably be practically dead by morning.

I looked down and assessed the damage. Blood was welling up in each tooth mark; a droplet was already sliding down my chest. Kisame reentered the room, his arms laden with a towel, bandages and a small bowl of water. He used the towel to soak up the blood before he wet a corner of the towel and washed the wound properly. Finally he secured the bandage around the wound to prevent further bleeding and infection.

I knew the sight of blood excited him, so I was surprised that he had stopped when he did. I was glad that he had that level of self-control. Some may wonder why I would choose to sleep with the monstrosity that is Kisame. I admit that the permanent sense of danger intrigued me greatly. But the tenderness with which he treated my wounds reminded me that he did see me as more than a sex object.

Kisame took the towel and the bowl of water away. Soon I heard the washing machine start up and Kisame returned to the room. "I don't have to sleep on the couch, do I?" He asked almost pitifully.

I was tempted to say yes, simply to see his reaction. But I knew at times like this he took my words much too seriously. The first time something like this had happened, I had panicked and told him to 'get out'. The next day I woke to the discovery that Kisame had packed away most of his things and was preparing to leave, even though it was his house. It made me wonder whether all of his previous partners had said something similar, but obviously they had meant it, unlike myself.

By now I knew better than to make light of the situation through sarcasm. I simply shook my head and waited for him to return to the bed. He sat next to me and hesitantly put an arm around my waist. Once again proving that his instincts were rather animalistic, he nuzzled the crook of my neck in apology.

"Let's sleep now." I said and moved to slip under the covers. He cautiously joined me as though he thought any sudden movements might scare me away.

It would take much more than that

Well, I hope that explained a few things personality and relationship wise. This chapter seems kind of... empty. Maybe that's because I've read it about five times now... Next chapter ought to be more interesting. The plot advances more.