Woop! Two chapters in one day =) It's a little different from the previous two, but I'm happywith how it turned out.

Thanks again to warrior371 for another review!

Being paired up with the Uchiha heir was very mundane, how could someone so seemingly cruel be so damned quiet? Not to mention the walls of the crappy hotels they stayed in were more interesting. Repetiveness was a bore, so he thought he'd go out, terrorise some villagers and then come back. 'Boy did that go tits-up.' He thought as hunter-nin rose up around him.

Maybe I have been here before, I know this room; I have walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you

Thinking about it, his life was probably duller before he joined the akatsuki. At least now he travelled, before, after he left the mist village, he lived in some run-down shack. All alone, with no-one to care if fell ill or even died. Then a ninja wearing a mask with only one eyehole offered him hope. He would never admit it aloud, but to him, that man was his saviour, the organisation were friends bordering on a disjointed family.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

The shark-man had been truly shocked when he found a crucifix on Itachi's bed-side table. But in a twisted way, it did make sense. He, just as everyone in the organisation were broken in some way, and because of this, they did whatever was necessary to achieve the akatsuki's goal. Sighing, Kisame raised a blood covered, blue skinned hand to his face. The other ninja were dead, Samehade had seen to that and though he could feel the sun beating down on him, Kisame could also feel coldness creeping along his body.

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

God, he was screwed. The wound in his stomach was deep, not to mention causing him serious problems; his body felt like lead, his vision was blurred, yet there was no pain – only cold. Quietly, he acknowledged to himself that if he didn't get help soon, he'd die. 'Way to be optimistic.' He dully noted. With a loud groan, Kisame collapsed into a tree, sliding his back down it until he was slumped on the floor, his stomach still bleeding out, despite the blue hand attempting to stem the blood flow. Raising his head to the sky, Kisame glared through his heavy eyelids and proceeded to curse every god he had heard of, as his mind faded from the world into nothingness.

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