As much as she thought their straw hats were eyesores, Kana couldn't help but admit that they were relatively useful when it came to weather protection as they stepped through the entrance of the looming metal building that housed the Akatsuki's main hideout.
She looked over at Itachi, who looked slightly paler than normal, and reached out to apply some medical ninjutsu to his left shoulder blade. While Kana was unable to warm up his body with chakra, she could manipulate his circulation so that it flowed better; that was all she could really do until they got to a private room that kept them away from prying eyes.
Kana didn't need to think about what could happen if the others learned about Itachi's illness.
"Look who finally showed up," a familiar voice sneered when they walked into a large chamber, "Took ya long enough."
"That's tough talk coming from a bratty kid with one arm," Kisame smirked at Deidara, who grimaced at the reminder.
The blonde's attention soon shifted to the figure that stepped out from behind the Mist-nin, and he flashed a welcoming smile that accompanied his leer, "Who's the babe?"
Itachi's long lashes fluttered closed, an eyebrow twitching in subtle annoyance, and he turned to walk out of the room, probably in search of Madara. The idea of being left in a room with some of the most infamous names in the Shinobi World left Kana feeling squeamish but she didn't follow after him, knowing that the group was going to be watching each other carefully.
Irritation flickered across Kisame's face, as well, but before he could respond, Deidara sat up in his chair as recognition set in.
"No way - pipsqueak?!" he tapped his cheek, "Where's your mask, hn?"
Now somewhat used to the Hidden Stone shinobi's enjoyment of pointing out her height, Kana ignored him and activated her Kurogan to find the others. Pain and Konan were speaking with White Zetsu, Itachi was looking on the wrong floor for Madara… Where were Black Zetsu, and Hidan and Kakuzu? They had taken a full extra day to just dick around, none of them really wanting to walk through the torrential downpour of the Land of Rain, so shouldn't they have been the last team to arrive?
She locked eyes with Deidara through her goggles and smoothly switched to her Ishikigan to dig into his recent memories. The rogue-nin immediately frowned and screwed his eyes shut but, unsure of what exactly what was happening as Kana brought scene after scene to the forefront of his consciousness, he couldn't figure out how to make it stop.
What a moron.
Still, the easy dig didn't bring up any information – he had no idea what was going on, either. The kunoichi deactivated the dojutsu with an impatient huff and turned on her heel to walk over to the stairs that would eventually lead her to Pain's chamber.
Kana had been to the tower once before, when she met the Akatsuki's leader for the first time, but she still had to use her dojutsu every now and then to properly navigate the narrow metal halls. 'Man, why would anyone want to live here?' she thought to herself as she turned a corner. As appealing as an industrial village may sound, everything about Amegakure was grim and hard.
"Oh, Konan," she stopped when the organization's second in command stepped out of the chamber.
Unlike the rest of the group, Konan's face softened at the sight of the only other female in the Akatsuki, "Good, you arrived safely," she said warmly, extending a hand out, "I was about to gather the others but, come, I have something for you."
She… Has something for her? As strange as the notion was, Kana couldn't help but feel some of the tension in her shoulders ease at the unusual gesture and took Konan's hand in her own. Her fingers were long and slender as they wrapped around Kana's, and they were easily the softest hands she had ever felt. Kana marveled at how a shinobi was able to be so…
So feminine.
That was the only word that she could really use to describe Konan, who swiftly guided her through the halls that echoed their footsteps. With fair skin that looked smooth and healthy, warm orange eyes that almost glittered with anticipation, and hair that was so glossy it shone in the harsh fluorescent lighting, the Rain kunoichi was like a rare, radiant orchid.
Everything about her was so beautiful – no wonder the rest of the Rain village thought of her as their angel.
Konan finally stopped at the end of a hall, where she led Kana into a small room. It was plain for the most part, with a double bed clad in grey sheets, a large window on the far wall that overlooked the rest of the village, a dresser with a simple vanity, and a closet that Konan trotted over to eagerly. Was this her bedroom?
"When Pain told me of your cloak being ruined I assumed that the jumpsuit you wore had also been damaged, and, given the circumstances, it was the only one you had," she said as she rifled through some hangers, "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of making this for you."
A black ensemble was procured from the closet on a hanger, and Konan quickly straightened it out as she crossed the room to where Kana was standing. At first it just looked like a black blob but, on closer inspection, she could see that it was something that was very reminiscent of the kunoichi's old outfit: A black, hooded, long-sleeved jacket that cut off just below the bust, and a black leotard. The leotard had a turtleneck collar and no sleeves or arm holes - the fabric was cut so that the back was completely open, with the fabric coming around towards the bottom in a low scoop.
In short, it looked pretty damn cool.
Looking up from the two-piece outfit, Kana gave Konan a curious look, "I don't understand… Why would you do this?" she half-whispered, thumbing the cotton-spandex blend; the fabric was a little heavier than what she used to wear, but was still light and breathable.
The kunoichi's gentle smile faltered at the question, "Do you not like it?"
"No – no, I love it, really," she answered truthfully, "I just… I mean, I wouldn't say that the organization is a club of friends…"
Understanding crossed Konan's face, and her smile quickly returned as she tucked a lock of purple hair behind her ear, "Oh, well, it's been a long time since I've had another woman around," she said serenely, "And, I guess you could say… You remind me of myself, in a way."
What? The two had barely spoken more than a few sentences to each other in the year Kana had been with the Akatsuki – they hardly knew anything about each other besides their names, and a basic understanding of each others' abilities.
As if sensing her confusion, Konan's smile turned sad and she turned to look out of the window, "We do extensive research into the backgrounds of each potential member, you know," she sat on the edge of her bed, eyes still gazing out at the rainy village, "You and Itachi were raised in blood – shaped and molded by the pain caused by this violent, accursed world… Pain and I were, as well. That pain is the only thing we've ever come to know…" Konan looked back to the Leaf-nin, "Yet, you continue to do everything you can to keep your precious person alive."
Kana's eyes narrowed behind her goggles; was she talking about Itachi's disease, or just the fact that she took a Lightning Blade for him? Did they even know that he was sick?
Not wanting to potentially give away information, she forced herself to crack a small smile, "Well, that's kind of depressing," she joked, "But… Thanks, Konan. The fact that you made this for me really means a lot… I wish I could repay you-"
"Nonsense, I've always made the organization's cloaks so this was really just an excuse for me to be creative," Konan raised a hand and waved it, her pleasant smile from earlier returning, "However, I'd like to see how it fits before you go – I'm afraid the measurements were mostly done through guesswork, and it looks as if you've lost a fair amount of weight since we last spoke."
Kana shifted uncomfortably at the idea of undressing with the rest of the Akatsuki littered throughout the compound. Her uneasiness must have been showing on her face, because the Rain-nin's hands flashed through familiar hand seals for a fuinjutsu and she shifted on the bed so that she was facing a wall, "Don't worry, I wouldn't expect you to change if I thought it was possible for the others to interrupt."
It was still outrageously weird to strip in the bedroom of the organization's second in command, but Kana assumed that it would only make things unpleasant if she continued to stand there awkwardly, so she did as she was asked and undid the snaps to her still-damp Akatsuki cloak before letting it drop to the floor. Her boots and gear came next, joining the cloak on the floor in a pile of pouches and straps.
"Tell me, what happened to that mask of yours?" Konan asked as she tugged Itachi's lined mesh shirt over her head.
Was she really making idle chat? It wasn't so much that Kana minded, she just didn't expect much conversation from the woman that had been absolutely silent in every meeting she had participated in. "I still have it, I just don't see much of a point in wearing it anymore."
Konan turned her head slightly, "Why is that?"
"Because…" she slowly peeled off the tight pants as an excuse to pause – what if this was just a ruse? Was it a good idea to just open up to the other kunoichi like this? "Because I was done hiding behind it."
Despite it being an intentionally vague response, it seemed to satisfy Konan, who nodded in understanding. It didn't seem like she was going to ask any more questions as Kana pulled on the jumpsuit. The back definitely came down farther than she thought, barely covering her ass as she tried to readjust it so that the fabric actually came up to cover the muscle dip between her hips.
Thankfully it clung to her body like a second skin, so it felt relatively secure when Kana had pulled the collar over her head. The legs weren't cut too high, either, with the fabric coming up just past the junction of her leg and hip.
"Um, does it look okay?" she asked, not really sure what Konan was expecting.
The kunoichi grinned and nodded, standing up from the bed to cross the room and pinch at the jumpsuit here and there, "Looks like a perfect fit!" she declared while eyeing Kana up and down, "Is it uncomfortable anywhere? Can you fight with the back open like that?"
The Leaf-nin nodded and tugged on the cropped jacket, zipping it up and tugging her braid out so that it flopped over her shoulder, "It's really comfortable. Thank you."
"Do you need-"
"It's time."
Pain cut Konan off, who suddenly deadpanned. All mirth and excitement had been immediately replaced by the usual stony demeanor she wore as she stepped back and picked up the Akatsuki cloak off of the floor, "I'll hang this up to dry. You can come back later for it," she said coolly while putting the cloak on the hangar that had been previously used for the ensemble Kana now wore.
With practiced speed Kana strapped her belt to her hip and fastened her kunai holster to her thigh before stuffing the pants and shirt into her backpack. The straps of her boots took a hair longer than she would have liked to snap into place, but Konan waited patiently for her to get her shit together.
Like earlier, Konan guided the Leaf-nin through the halls of the Akatsuki tower, except that this time around she didn't carry an almost girlish eagerness. Kana followed suit and pushed away the warm fuzzy feelings she was feeling over the fact that she had just received a gift, slipping back into the steely expression she typically wore around the other members.
They approached the meeting chamber just as Pain did and Kana instinctively moved to her usual position where the left little finger would be on the Demonic Statue. There were two members missing, and their absence stuck out.
"What is this about, Pain?" Deidara groaned from his chair, looked both bored and infinitely irritated, "You call us all out here, I wait around for two days, and you haven't said jack shit. Enough with the -"
"Hidan and Kakuzu are have been killed," Pain said coldly once he reached the group.
Whoa… That was big – that was really big. Weren't they both basically immortal?
Next to her, Kisame made a small noise that sounded like a chuckle, "So, the zombie combo finally met their match, huh?"
"Oh woooow! How-how could that happen?!" Madara squealed in his full Tobi persona, "Those two were invincible! No one could beat Mister Kakuzu when he was with Hidan!"
Pain remained expressionless as his eyes flitted from person to person, "Kakashi Hatake and the Nine-Tails defeated Kakuzu shortly before a young chunin from the Leaf killed Hidan."
"It was a revenge mission," Black Zetsu growled, "For killing Asuma Sarutobi."
Oh no… Asuma… He was dead?
Fear slammed into Kana's gut as her thoughts turned to the rest of the jonin's team.
Were Kotetsu and Izumo alright? Were they hurt?
If they killed Asuma… Then that meant…
She had to resist the urge to bite her lip against the wave of sorrow that crashed over her, lest she display any emotion over the deaths of her friends. The time for grieving would come later.
"Deidara, following the death of Sasori you will be paired with Tobi-"
The blonde released an irritated groan as his new teammate cheered and bounced, "Are you fucking joking?! What the hell, man?! Why do I get stuck with the moron?!"
Normally this would be the point where Hidan or Kakuzu would jump in and say what everyone was thinking, that they were both idiots; the lack of insult-slinging felt odd.
Pain clearly didn't care, however, as he just closed his eyes and continued, "You will be tasked with obtaining the Three and Eight-Tails jinchuriki respectively. Once Kisame retrieves the Four-Tails, we will focus our efforts on the Nine-Tails as a group."
Kisame's grin widened curiously, "We can handle that brat on our own," he purred.
"The Nine-Tails will be heavily guarded – the entire village would work to protect him if need be," Pain answered with a shake of his head.
"He's a moron," Kana cut in, folding her arms over her chest both as a gesture of confidence and a way for her to physically brace herself, "I could just sneak in and put him under a genjutsu so he leaves the village with me." She did not want the Akatsuki invading the Leaf as a group.
Deidara, still agitated from being stuck with Tobi, narrowed his eyes and turned to face her, "Wait a minute… Earlier – that was you?!" His lips curled over his teeth in an angry snarl, "Stay the fuck outta my head, you two-cent-"
Kana flickered over to stand behind him, grabbing his one good arm and twisting it around to his back with her fingers positioned at the ready to snap the wrist, "The grownups are talking," she hummed calmly. She hated Deidara, had just learned that two of her best friends are dead and was trying to work to keep the Akatsuki from plowing their way through her home. Kana wasn't dealing with his shit today.
"Careful, kid, I've seen her kill for less," Kisame sneered as his smirk turned malicious, as if testing the teen to open his punk ass mouth.
"But, Kana, weren't you just at the Leaf?" White Zetsu asked in his creepy singsong voice, "I'm awfully curious, you know. You didn't let me come with you and I was so sad that I got to miss out on something fun!"
The hand she had wrapped around Deidara's wrist twitched in response – she had been hoping that the other spy was going to keep his trap shut about that. Guess not.
"I was collecting information on their security while I was in the area," Kana lied, keeping her voice even as her anxiety began to rise. She didn't even learn about the platoons until Danzo had told her, after she gave him a status report while simultaneously blackmailing him, but it didn't hurt to use the information if it meant saving her own skin. "The Leaf has organized a special shinobi branch called the Niju Shotai. It's composed of twenty teams of four, all led by jonin and tokubetsu jonin. Ten teams are rotated out each week to search the Land of Fire for Akatsuki. Asuma Sarutobi's squad was a part of it."
Pain didn't seem to respond other than exchanging stony glances with Konan as if they were communicating telepathically. Did the Rinnegan grant that power?
Oh, wait. Kana looked down at the light blue ring on her left pinky – he used the rings to communicate telepathically. That actually made sense, then, why the two were just kind of staring at each other awkwardly. Was this what it was like to watch her talk to someone with the Ishikigan?
"We will take your suggestion and information into consideration," Pain finally said, stepping away from the table, "Until then, continue on to retrieve information on the Four-Tails. Tobi will contact you when he needs your help with the Three-Tails. Meeting is adjourned. You may all rest here tonight before embarking on your assignments."
Releasing Deidara's wrist, Kana stepped back from the kid and turned to go… Where?
She looked over to Itachi for some sort of direction but he looked too lost in thought to pay attention to the swirling eyes that were trying to bore holes into the side of his head so, instead, the kunoichi decided that she'd wander off and find a quiet place to just be alone. If they wanted to head out, they could find her.
That quiet place ended up being some strange empty room with no furniture or door whatsoever, but with a large window set in a recessed wall that barely provided enough light for her to read the notebook Kana was already pulling out of her backpack by the time she parked her ass on the ledge. Lucky for her, she had eyes that glowed in the dark.
Pulling her goggles down so that they hung around her neck, Kana flipped to the last page she had left off on and began to read. This part of the tome she had written down directly covered all of the fantastic amazing shit you could do with the barrier prison, and why they took so damn long covering projectiles instead of just getting straight to this was just absolutely beyond her.
She had only learned to use the pulsing wave in conjunction with the prison, and the spikes, but it had never occurred to her to essentially use the body blast on a much larger scale by projecting it through the shield. It used an enormous amount of chakra, so the text suggested that she just use a more controlled version by using chakra senbons instead, but still.
It was too bad that she could hardly concentrate on the material, as her mind refused to focus on the written words. Her thoughts kept lingering back to her two favorite chunin, her precious friends' deaths, as a familiar chakra presence drew close. She looked up from the paragraph that she had been engrossed with to see a looming figure standing in the doorway.
Without waiting for a response Kisame crossed the small, empty room until he reached the recessed window. He placed Samehada on the floor and sat on the ledge with a heavy sigh, looking as tense as he had been when he asked Kana about the night in the forest.
She wondered if she should say something, ask if he was okay, but decided that it would be best to just let him approach the subject on his own so, instead, the kunoichi looked back down at the notebook that she could barely read in the dimming light.
Eventually the Mist-nin took a deep breath and leaned forward so that his elbows were resting on his knees. Realizing that he was ready to talk, Kana closed her notebook and dropped it into her backpack so he knew she was listening.
"When I was still a jonin for the Mist, I had to kill the comrades I had been assigned to as their guard to prevent the Leaf from getting the intel they were delivering," Kisame said slowly, voice barely louder than a whisper, "I found out later that one of my superiors had been selling information the entire time, so I killed him."
He ran a hand through his spiky blue hair and sighed heavily, hanging his head, before continuing, "The Mizukage came to me and commended me for my 'loyalty,' and I ended up joining the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. I felt as if my existence was a lie, like I really was the Monster of the Hidden Mist that people called me... I couldn't understand what my purpose in life was – I felt as if I was existing, but not living. Like nothing I did mattered…" Kisame's hands came back from his hair to rub his tired-looking face as he spoke, "I was approached by a man named Madara Uchiha that explained this plan he had for bringing about peace. I didn't exactly trust him, but the notion was appealing. Skip ahead a bit, and the Daimyo of the Land of Waters ordered my death for planning to overthrow the government, among other reasons. That's how I ended up with the Akatsuki."
Kana's eyebrows furrowed in thought as her mind worked to process the mound information that had suddenly been dumped on her. His situation… Really wasn't all that different from theirs, was it? He cared for his home, that much she already knew, but the reason he had left was because he just wanted a better future for the Mist. Sure, the Akatsuki's end goal was to stop conflict, but it hadn't really occurred to her that it was what the other members truly wanted; she had just assumed that most of them joined because they had nothing else to do – no place to go.
"Why are you telling me this?" she asked quietly.
"Because I understand what it's like to not know what your place is in this world, and I don't think suicide's the answer," Kisame finally looked up from the floor to look the kunoichi in the eye expectantly.
Kana caught her lower lip under her canine and frowned, "Why do you care, Kisame? What does it matter?"
The expectant look he wore quickly turned into one of frustration, and he slammed his fist against the wall, where it caved in slightly under the force, with an angry grunt. For a few moments Kisame seemed to be intensely mulling something over, she could see it in the way his brow knitted and his eyes tightened a little around the edges, before he twisted around and reached out.
Every shinobi-trained instinct in Kana's being told her to throw up a barrier and put distance between the two of them, but she forced herself not to move upon recalling the conversation the two had the other day. The suddenness of Kisame's movements still caused her to flinch, though it didn't stop him from roughly grabbing her shoulder and yanking Kana forward.
His lips were thin and hard against hers, and moved with a slow clumsiness that spoke volumes of his inexperience as his hand moved up to the back of her head to hold her in place. It took her a few moments to even realize what was happening, genuinely thinking that this was some sort of accident or that Kisame was trying to eat her but, once Kana understood what was going on, she sighed into the kiss and shifted so she wasn't kneeling preciously on the edge of the recessed windowsill.
Kana felt the sharp nick just before the metallic tang of blood sprang into her mouth, and Kisame released her head to look at her in alarm.
"I didn't mean to…" he trailed off with a frown, looking irritated, flustered and disappointed all at once.
She just gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile and leaned in again, "It's fine," she murmured against his cheek, kissing the gill-like markings there. A small smear of blood transferred onto Kisame's skin with the gesture so Kana flicked her tongue out to wipe it away, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the subtle hitch in his breath.
'You're in my territory now,' she thought to herself with a smirk while trailing her lips along his cheek before stopping to hover over Kisame's ear, where she released the breath she had been holding so that it ghosted over the shell, teeth nipping at the soft flesh of his earlobe with a quiet chuckle when his breathing quickened.
As if able to sense her teasing thoughts, Kisame grabbed Kana by the hip with his spare hand and sharply pulled with a low grunt so that she tumbled across his thighs. With the same firm grip, he lifted her up and twisted her around, much like a child would fling their ragdoll about, until she was awkwardly straddling his lap with her arms pinned thanks to Kisame's arms wrapping around her.
Graphic images of having her face gnawed off appeared in Kana's mind when he leaned back down, so she leaned back as far as his iron grip would allow and turned her head so that his lips bumped her jaw instead.
There was a long pause where neither of them said anything, just sitting in silence with their faces pressed together as the last rays of twilight vanished into darkness. Eventually Kisame sighed and lightly brushed his nose over her cheek, and she could almost hear his brain shorting out as he struggled to come up with something to say.
"I'll be careful," he finally said in a gruff voice that was only slightly louder than a whisper; Kana wasn't sure if he was being quiet because of their location or because of just how quiet the dark room was already, but she quickly decided that she didn't particularly care as she turned her face back up.
True to his word, Kisame's mouth displayed an uncharacteristic amount of self control as it worked with hers; she could feel his lips curled just slightly over the edges of his teeth to act as a sort of barrier. A part of her felt dissatisfied, wanting him to simply let loose and unleash the tension that she could feel quivering in the arms that bound her, but Kana also knew that this would be a very painful and bloody experience if he did.
Her mind flashed back to their first shared morning at the inn, recalling how it felt to have his teeth sinking into her shoulder, how it felt to have his tongue tend to the wounds like she was an injured cub. Kana had been terrified by the animalistic behavior, unsure of what was going to come next, but she had also felt a disturbing calm blanket her consciousness at how intimate that display of savagery was.
Feeling this restrained control coming from a man that just fell short of feral… It was uncomfortable. It felt wrong.
Emboldened by desire for that animalistic side, Kana returned the kiss needily, fiercely, taking Kisame's lip between her teeth and tugging with a soft groan. Whether the sharp gasp that followed was that of surprise or arousal didn't matter to her, and she took the opportunity to slip her tongue between his parted lips, eager to find out if Kisame tasted like he smelled.
He did – oh gods, he did. He tasted warm and spicy and so delicious, only slightly mitigated by the sweet flavor of saliva as his tongue fluttered clumsily against hers, like a hummingbird with an injured wing. Kana could feel his heart thump against his chest in time with his quickening breath, subtle shows of his waning control even as his lips twitched around the pointed teeth they were curled around.
"Little bird…" he breathed warningly, pulling back just far enough so that he didn't chomp through her tongue when he spoke, "I'd show caution if I were you."
They were the same words Kisame had spoke when he had marked her, except his voice had a much more dangerous edge to it this time around that caused Kana's cheeks, and other parts much farther south, to flush.
Using what little space she had, Kana wriggled one arm free so that she could roughly grab a fistful of blue hair and pull Kisame's head back down into a bruising kiss, taking his bottom lip into her mouth and sucking harshly. A low, husky growl rumbled in the back of his throat as his arms tightened around Kana's body and tugged her so that their chests were pressed flush. The growl turned into a salacious groan when the movement ground their pelvises together, and she couldn't help but roll her hips to get some more of that delicious friction.
"Cut the shit, Kisame," Kana used the hand buried in his hair to pull his head down so her tongue could flit over the spine of his ear, "I can fix whatever you break. Just take me."
There was less than a second between the words leaving her mouth and Kisame hoisting her up so that she was standing in front of him; for a fleeting moment she thought that she was being rejected, shoved away, but the thought was quickly cut off by the familiar sounds of snaps being pulled open as he unsnapped his cloak. Kana took the hint and unzipped her cropped jacket, shrugging it to the ground with her swords still attached, and pulled the collar of her jumpsuit over her head. As Kana peeled it over her hips and kicked it away from her ankles, she heard the distinctive sound of a zipper being pulled just before a rough hand grabbed her waist and yanked her into Kisame's lap.
"You asked for it," he snarled as she felt something warm and blunt being pressed against her entrance.
She almost passed out when Kisame slammed her hips down, the pain of being stretched beyond her body's limits feeling so intense that, for a few long moments, Kana was completely blinded. Her hands jumped up to grip the arm holes in the man's turtleneck, desperate for some sort of anchor, and the agonized scream that tore through her chest seemed to get stuck in her throat, which had tightened at the intensity of being ripped open, and came out as a choked whine that melted into something of a sob.
As dark as the room was, with only a thin sliver of the moon's white light trickling in, Kana had no way to actually see just how large Kisame's erection was – she probably would have been much less brave if she had, because she immediately realized that it was directly proportionate to the rest of his massive body.
Without giving her any time to recover he planted both hands on her hips, lifted her tiny frame back up, and slammed her back down with a long, liquid moan. Kana screwed her eyes shut and focused on trying to repair the bleeding tears, biting back a whimper when Kisame repeated the action. This was what she had asked for – she had no right to complain now.
Nudging her face back up, Kisame assaulted her mouth with reckless abandon. He roughly nipped at her upper lip, teeth ripping into the flesh, and captured it between his own with a husky groan. "So… So fucking tight," he growled, thrusting up into Kana hard enough to where she saw stars as her flesh tore, "That's right… Hnng…" Another sharp thrust, "Fuck - yes - break for me, little bird…" Kisame's words were strained, ground out through what Kana imagined was sheer willpower, as he picked up the pace.
The excruciating pain began to become mitigated by flashes of pleasure with the application of healing chakra, allowing Kana's body to finally adjust to the sheer immensity of the erection that was beginning to ruthlessly pound into her core. She let her head fall back as Kisame pressed his face back into hers, his tongue plunging down her throat while somehow finding the ability to drive his member even painfully deeper into her body.
She struggled to find the presence of mind to make a sound, a grand feat in itself when Kana's entire consciousness was centered on the intense feeling of cock filling her completely and then some. Even as the pain began to slowly melt away thanks to what was now becoming her favorite form of medical ninjutsu the kunoichi could only focus on holding onto Kisame's shirt for dear life, and not being split in two.
Kana wasn't even aware that she had been trembling until the man released her hip to wrap one arm around her shoulders and slowed his movements to a gentle rocking.
"You've done this before… Right?" he murmured against her lips.
She probably would have laughed right then and there if Kana had the proper frame of mind for it. He was asking this now?
Instead of laughing the kunoichi nodded and released Kisame's shirt to circle her arms around his neck, "I'm just having trouble adjusting…" she wiggled her hips a little, trying not to wince at the subsequent stinging, "And I can't move in this position."
He scooted back on the ledge so that Kana's knees finally rested on the cold metal of the recessed window, "Better?"
Using Kisame's shoulders as leverage, she readjusted herself so that she was properly straddling his lap, putting her weight on her legs as opposed to his crotch, and then experimentally pushed herself up before sliding back down, listening to the soft groan that came from the Mist-nin. Kana finally opened her eyes as the tension began to melt away, and rolled her hips in time with Kisame's gentle rocking, "Y-yeah… Thank you."
The man nudged her face back up to lock their lips together as the pair settled into sensual rhythm; Kisame's hands moved back down to her waist to help keep Kana steady while she dropped herself back down onto his lap with a soft gasp.
It wasn't long before the small metal room they were in was filled with the subtle sounds of sex - skin rubbing against skin, moans that were muffled by their mouths being crushed together in bruising, bloody kisses, and ragged pants. Kana could feel as much as hear the husky groan that rumbled up through his chest when Kisame roughly jerked his hips up to meet hers as they slammed back down, the hands he had on her waist sliding down and around to grip her ass in response. She felt her heart somehow race even faster than before when his rough, calloused fingers dug painfully into her flesh, and Kana found herself grinning into the kiss when Kisame's teeth aggressively nipped at her lips.
That grin was quickly wiped away when he shifted his hips, changing their angle, and the head of his cock rammed into the bundle of nerves that made her see stars. Desperate to feel the fucking fantastic sensation again, Kana met his upwards thrust with the same amount of force, clenching around him when jolts of pleasure flashed through her body.
"Fuck – yes – hold me in," Kisame snarled, turning his head just a bit so that their cheeks were touching, "Take it, little bird – fuck – take it!" Each of his words were punctuated by a harsh thrust, and Kana found herself having to viciously gnaw on the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out in time to his cock somehow forcing its way deeper.
An appreciative mewl managed to escape as the familiar tension began to coil between her legs. Kana's hands slipped down to grip Kisame's upper arms and her bangs flopped to cover most of her face when her head dropped forward, face buried in his neck, "K-Kisame…" Her short nails dug into his flesh at another sharp thrust, "I – fuck – Kisame – I –" Kana gave up on words when her own thin whine cut her off.
With a long, throaty moan Kisame's arms suddenly wrapped around her waist, pinning her to his chest, just before his hips sped up to a pace that left her desperately hanging onto him and struggling to keep her voice down.
"I can feel you – hnng – squeezing me," he grunted, leaning back against the window, "Come for me, Kana – fuck – let me do the work – just come for me, show me how much you like my dick."
For as much as it squicked Kana to hear that kind of filthy commentary, she couldn't help but moan loudly into his collar in response, clenching around Kisame involuntarily as he brutally thrust into her body and struck that bundle of nerves again and again.
With the sheer force of being fucked by a man twice her size, which probably harbored double of the raw, sexual energy, she was reduced to clinging to his body helplessly and releasing a stream of erotic noises that only seemed to stop long enough for her to gasp and sputter. There was something intensely erotic about Kisame's animalistic display, at the way he was ruthlessly wringing his pleasure from her body, that tightened the coil in her abdomen to the point of being just about to spring.
"Please, Kisa… Kisame – please – anngh – Kisa –" Kana felt the sticky warmth of blood from where her nails were biting into his skin as she struggled with coherency. She wasn't sure what exactly it was that she was pleading for, which was basically just her babbling and stuttering nonsense into his collar, but Kisame seemed to have an idea. With a loud, booming moan that was definitely going to deafen both of them, the man sank his teeth into her shoulder viciously.
It was all she needed to be tipped over the edge. As soon as her skin broke beneath the hot, wet feeling of Kisame's mouth, Kana's entire body tensed and her consciousness turned into a hazy smear as her orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave, salacious mewls and whines merging into a desperate keening.
As soon as she tightened around his cock Kana could feel as much as hear Kisame growling into her shoulder as his pace became erratic. A series of syllables were grunted out – something that sounded dirty and rude enough to make Jiraiya blush – but most of it was muffled by her skin that his mouth was still wrapped around.
The kunoichi's head felt like it had turned into velvet, just warm, fuzzy blackness, but she managed to pull her thoughts together enough to turn her head down enough so Kisame could hear her.
"Let go, Kisame. Come –" Kana screwed her eyes shut and tried not to focus too much on the words she knew would push him over, "Give it to me – mark me – I want to feel your come – fuck, Kisame, please!" 'Also, kindly let go of my shoulder, first, so you don't crush it,' she added silently.
He shuddered in response, pulling his head back with a hoarse groan and stilling his hips. Kisame bucked upwards once, twice, breathing harshly through his nose and pressing their bodies flush as he found his release with a final grunt.
Neither of them moved for several long minutes, the only sounds being their ragged pants as they struggled to get their breathing under control. Kisame sagged into the window, mumbling something incoherent under his breath, and Kana relaxed bonelessly in the arms still wrapped loosely around her waist. Her hands slipped from his oozing biceps, the tips of her fingers coated in a thin layer of blood, and her own arms moved to lazily bracket his ribcage.
When they both came down from the high of their orgasms, and their breathing evened out, Kisame sighed contentedly and stretched as best he could with the body still practically lying on top of him. "Got a little carried away there," he murmured, "You okay?"
Kana's voice seemed to have picked that moment to stop working, reducing her attempts at speaking to abortive noises, so she settled with just tilting her head up long enough to focus chakra to her eyes and lock them on the white, beady eyes that were gazing down at her.
'Oh fuck-'
She shook her head and turned her head back down with a disinterested hum, 'It isn't that bad.'
One of the arms that had been looped around her waist moved so that Kisame's fingertips were tenderly brushing along the new bite marks, 'I can feel this. I can feel what I did to your vagi-'
'Kisame. Please. Shut up,' Kana sighed and slid off of him to lie on the cold metal of the window ledge, 'I'm tired. I'm sore. I'm okay.' The Mist-nin twitched as his oversensitive member slipped out of her body, which was the last thing she felt before she released the dojutsu, not feeling quite up to maintaining the miniscule chakra control that it required. Kana shivered slightly against the sudden lack of warmth and rolled onto her back to grab her cloak, only to realize that it was still hanging in Konan's room.
Before she could start kicking herself in the ass, though, Kisame had shifted next to her and was hovering over Kana's body, his weight being braced on the forearms he had placed on either side of her shoulders. At first she thought that he wanted to go another round, and was preparing to come up with something witty before kneeing him in the gut, but he lowered his face down to her shoulder before she could form any words.
The warm, velvety feeling of his tongue on her skin, and the comforting weight of his body on hers, was the last thing Kana felt before passing out.
When Kana blacked out, Kisame was absolutely certain that he had somehow killed her. Maybe she had gone into shock from the physical trauma, or he had crushed something by laying on top of her, or the realization of having fucked him gave her a heart attack.
He pulled back enough to look at her face, which didn't help to ease his worries, considering how freakishly pale she always was. Blood was smeared over partially-healed lips and parts of her cheeks as a testament to the brutish treatment he gave her, matching the blood that covered Kana's shoulder and thighs. When he saw the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and the subtle throbbing at her pulse point, he relaxed.
Kisame knew that he should probably feel guilty over having been the one to tear into her like that, but he couldn't help but feel a sick sense of satisfaction at the sight. There was a predatory part of him that swelled with pride with the understanding that he was the one that did this – that it was his mouth that made those bite marks, and it was his jizz that was oozing between her legs and mixing with her blood.
There was something morbidly beautiful about the display, about Kana sleeping peacefully in the moonlight with blood and semen – man, Kisame never realized just how much he came – covering the bruises and scars that littered her skin. Someone better-spoken probably would have been able to come up with something poetic about the sight, but he settled with appreciating how he was the only person to see her like this.
The pride he felt quickly melted into a jealousy that burned like a hot coal in his chest. Kisame didn't want to think about where she had learned to talk like that, or who she had slept with before him. He wanted to rake his nails over Kana's sickly pale skin, to leave bruises on her arms and violate her pretty body with his cock and rut her like a fucking animal until she screamed for mercy. He wanted to leave evidence, physical proof that he had been here. Kisame wanted to mark her and leave his scent on her skin so that anyone that came in contact with her knew that she was his.
Dimly, as he lapped at the soft flesh of her shoulder, he was aware that the notion was incredibly irrational. They hadn't agreed on anything. They weren't in a situation where it would even make sense, really, for the pair to agree on exclusivity – it wasn't even as if Kisame was the romantic type, having only fucked any number of whores that could hardly stand looking at him, only agreeing to the lukewarm fucking for the money.
But, damn it all if he didn't feel an inhuman rage at even the idea of someone else putting their hands on the too-thin body that lay beneath him.
Kana's eyes fluttered open, as if sensing his lust-fueled anger, and her eyebrows knitted together half-heartedly in confusion. At first he thought he had voiced his thoughts, and waited for the angry response that was sure to come from the hot-headed Leaf-nin, but she only smiled sweetly and lifted a hand to tiredly pat his cheek. Kana mumbled incoherently while her hand rested on his cheek, which was scarred and callused while still infinitely softer than his own. Her hand dropped back down to rest next to her head as her eyes slid shut again, looking satisfied with whatever syllables had just been garbled out.
It had been short, but the tender distraction brought Kisame back down to Earth long enough for him to push away the burning jealousy that was birthed from his own insecurities - the same insecurities that Deidara had preyed on earlier while asking about Itachi and his good looks. When she first joined the Akatsuki nearly a year ago she had said that her eyes used to be different – he wondered if they glowed like that, or if they had been another color…
He mentally slapped himself. Kisame Hoshigaki – Monster of the Hidden Mist, Tailless Tailed Beast – was pondering over a woman's eyes? If the other Seven Swordsmen had heard what he just thought they would have, without a doubt, taken his sword and revoked his title. Except for maybe Zabuza, since everyone knew he adored the kid he had strung along up until he got himself killed.
The self-disgust Kisame felt lasted all of ten seconds, because Kana soon shivered in the chilly air of the metal room and curled into him. A resigned sigh escaped his lips and he grabbed his Akatsuki cloak to wrap her up like a human burrito before stuffing his flaccid, sticky member back into his pants and closing them up. Once he gathered her clothes and belt and put them in the backpack that never seemed to be more than ten feet away from her, chuckling at the realization that Kana was still wearing her athletic bra and boots, Kisame slung the bag over one shoulder.
Samehada snickered maliciously and made a joke about the Mist-nin going soft as he slung the sword strap over his shoulder, which Kisame responded to by swearing and threatening to make him absorb Kana's abominably gross chakra. The threat silenced the sentient sword quickly.
Scooping the still-sleeping kunoichi up, he quickly navigated the halls of the Akatsuki hideout to his assigned room. She'd probably be pissed in the morning, like she always was when Itachi wasn't within fucking arm's length the second she woke up, but that was too damn bad. If Kana wanted to pick her room then she shouldn't have passed out the second his dick slipped out.
Kisame smirked at the thought and looked down at the sleeping figure in his arms, 'Guess I fucked your brains out, little bird.'
That was exactly when Itachi decided to round the corner, looking uncharacteristically flustered. When he saw Kana unconscious, lips torn and still a little bloody, his eyes immediately glowed red and morphed into the Mangekyo before flitting up with an accusing glare.
"What did you do," he asked in a low, steady voice that did nothing to betray his best friend's building rage. It was the silent type of anger that sent chills up your spine, and Kisame was pretty sure that if he answered wrong, it would mark the end of his life.
Damn Leaf-nin and their freakish eyes.
"She's just asleep," Kisame answered, suddenly feeling angry, "Don't worry, I didn't steal your kill."
Ever the master of his emotions, Itachi's eyes only widened a fraction in response, "What are you talking-"
"She already told me about your sick suicide pact, Itachi. Don't think you can bullshit me." Kisame spat each word out like it was a curse, and he instinctively tightened his hold on Kana. This asshole had no right – no right what-so-fucking-ever – to be angry with him. "We fucked," he explained, "My teeth cut her, and she's tired as hell after worrying about your sorry ass all the time, but she can handle herself. I'm taking her back to my room if you get sick and need her," Kisame slid the backpack off of his shoulder, carefully balancing Kana against his chest with his other arm, and passed it to the Leaf-nin, "Your medicine's inside, otherwise. Night."
He didn't wait for a response and moved to pass Itachi, but was stopped by a hand that gripped his upper arm in an iron grip.
"If you bring harm to her, if you hurt her, I will end your traitorous existence before you can even comprehend what is happening."
Kisame shrugged him off and kept walking, "That's rich."
Two things: Kana was cold, and Kana was in pain.
A low, miserable groan was muffled by the pillow she had been drooling on as she struggled to push herself up, only to feel white-hot pain shoot up from between her legs and a small tearing sensation on her mouth. She dropped back into the futon with a whimper.
"About time you woke up," a familiar voice called, "I was beginning to think you had slipped into a coma."
Kana groaned again and burrowed into the sheets – it seemed like every time that accursed man wasn't smothering her in his sleep, she was left to freeze to death in what was basically a pancake with a comforter thrown over it. Seriously, for as much as the Akatsuki made in bounties you'd think that they'd get decent futons, or real beds; poor Itachi must be freezing his ass off –
She jumped up at the thought, ignoring the excruciating sensation of her body trying to reject the idea, and frantically looked around the room, "Itachi! Where is he? What time is it? I need to –"
"Calm down," Kisame's voice sounded irritated as he spoke from the attached bathroom, "Prince Charming's got his meds and he knows where you are if he needs you. Worry about yourself, for once. You look like hell."
Yeah, well, she felt like hell. Still, if Itachi had his medicine and knew where she was, then it was probably safe to say that he was alright… Kana flashed her Kurogan to see him comfortably snoozing with an assortment of blankets wrapped around his body a few rooms down, and she released a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding.
With that concern out of the way Kana lifted up the blanket that covered her to assess the damage, shivering a little at the cool air that rushed in to meet her skin. There was a little bit of dried blood between her thighs and on her lady bits, and there were bruises on her hips, thighs, flanks and ass, but it didn't look like there was any serious damage.
As Kana lowered a hand to between her legs to apply some basic medical ninjutsu, realization struck and she yanked the blanket back up to her chest.
"Kisame – why am I naked?!" she hissed, drawing her knees up and curling in on herself.
He finally came out of the bathroom, looking both irritated and amused, with a towel wrapped around his waist and another being rubbed into his spiky blue hair, "I think it's a bit late for modesty, little bird," he purred with a widening smirk. When Kana's eyes narrowed angrily, he rolled his own and dropped into an easy chair with a heavy sigh, "I was too tired to bother with dressing you. That's all."
While the answer didn't totally satisfy her, Kana didn't press the issue and just focused on soothing the burning ache between her legs. She had been nude in front of literally dozens of people in the past, what with using the communal showers during the vast majority of her career as a shinobi, but there was something that made her feel incredibly uncomfortable about being undressed in front of Kisame.
Still, she needed to get up and take a shower, even if that meant walking around bare-assed in front of the shark man. The smell of sex and blood was all over her like a sick pheromone – though the blood smell was probably from the warm liquid dripping from her mouth. Apparently the tearing sensation Kana felt earlier was from a scab that had dried into the pillow, and was ripped off when she picked herself up.
Ugh.
The chilly air on her back was suddenly replaced by a familiar warmth, and a rough, callused hand was tilting her face up by the jaw. Kisame grinned, "You looked cold."
His skin was warm and slightly damp, probably from having just taken a shower, and Kana couldn't help but sigh at the comforting feeling of his arm looping around her shoulders. For the horse's ass that Kisame was, and as awkward as she felt being naked in front of him, there was something about the way he felt that was so… Secure. Shit, she hated admitting it, but it was true; it was why the kunoichi let him drag her into bed like an oversized teddy bear instead of keeping a close eye on Itachi at night. If it weren't for the man running the tip of his tongue over the blood that trickled from the deep cut on her lip, Kana probably still wouldn't be sleeping properly.
She grinned when his lips sealed over hers. What a strange man.
"It's ironic that someone as prickly as you can taste so pretty," Kisame muttered with a throaty chuckle.
Kana's smile fell.
"You even taste pretty."
The memory of Izumo's words, that had long since been forgotten, acted as a harsh reminder that slammed into her gut like a speeding train. Kana twisted her face out of Kisame's grip and jerked away from the arm that had been loosely wrapped around her upper body, but he quickly used both hands to grab her by the waist and yank her back.
"Let me fucking go," she spat, using an elbow to jab at one of his ribs.
He tightened his grip, "Calm down. It was a joke."
No, she needed to get away. She needed to be alone.
Kana's eyes screwed shut against the hot tears that pricked at the corners of her eyes, as if doing so would stop the flood of fond memories she had of the chunin from pouring into the forefront of her consciousness, and pushed at the hands that held her waist in an iron hold, "I need to take a shower," her voice shook slightly in her ears, betraying the steady tone she had been going for, "Please. Let go."
Suddenly she was flat on her back, bruises protesting the rough treatment, with Kisame hovering over her with an expression that looked every bit furious.
"God dammit, woman, I'm sick of you doing this!" he nearly shouted, "You get all bitchy and then scream at me to piss off, or you run away. That's bullshit! You worry so fucking much about Itachi – doting on his every goddamn need – let someone worry about you for fucking once!"
The Mist-nin wasn't holding her down, with both of his hands planted on either side of her head, so Kana balled up her fist and drove it into his nose. It didn't have a ton of force behind it, mostly being short and quick, but, nonetheless, she could hear the cartilage crunch under her knuckles just before feeling the warmth of blood on her skin.
"What do you fucking want?!" she shouted back, pushing at the broad, muscled shoulders that refused to budge, "I don't need people worrying about me! Just get off of me, asshole!"
Kisame gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head with a scowl, blood dripping from his nose as it healed itself, "You get these back when you learn to fucking behave," he snarled, tightening his grip when Kana bucked and writhed angrily, "You know what I want, Kana?! I want you to let me fucking help you for fucking once. Why do you act like you have to deal with everything on your own?! Tell me what's going on! Shit!"
She squirmed, feeling his hands tighten to the point where Kana knew there would be bruises later, and narrowed her eyes as her anger began to peak, "I told you, Kisame, cut the shit - you don't have to pretend to give a fuck just to get laid so get the hell off so I can go -"
Her words were cut off when Kisame pinned her wrists together with one hand just half of a second before his fist connected high on her cheek, looking wholly infuriated while doing so. "Are you fucking shitting me?! You believe I think so low of both of us that I'd play nice just to get into your pants?!" he spat, eyes flashing angrily, "Fuck you! Fuck you and your shitty self esteem - if I just wanted a quick fuck then I'd just pick up some cheap slut on the street, so quit fucking around with trying to play this off."
It… It was too much.
Kana's head dropped to the side with a defeated sigh, and she pressed her lips together in a tight line to keep them trembling as tears blurred her vision.
She was just supposed to be Itachi's doctor.
That's all.
The plan had been so simple.
Why did things need to become complicated?
"Do you remember… How, yesterday, Hidan and Kakuzu were trying to collect a bounty when they died?" she whispered, feeling her damnable tears slip free and roll down into her hairline.
Kisame hummed in acknowledgement, looking somewhat startled at the sudden change, and shifted so that his weight was braced on his forearms, as opposed to her wrists, "Don't tell me you're upset over the zombie combo…"
She shook her head. Normally Kana would have laughed and made a joke about him being dense but, when she tried opening her mouth, a choked sob finally forced its way up. "Asuma's squad… He was in charge of these two chunin… They were two of my best friends b-back home – if they killed… If Asuma was killed, then… Th-that means…"
"That Hidan and Kakuzu killed them, too," Kisame finished, voice solemn, "I get it. I understand." He lowered his head so that his face was buried in the crook of her neck, "I'm sorry."
With his hold having loosened, Kana wrapped both of her arms around his shoulders and pulled sharply so that he dropped down. The sheer enormity of Kisame's body nearly winded her, and her bruises screamed in protest, but she was absolutely certain that, without the security of that warmth and weight, Kana was going to completely fall to pieces.
As if understanding what she wanted, Kisame slid his arms underneath her shoulders to squeeze tightly.
When her eyes screwed shut against the inescapable pain of losing her friends, she tried to remember their faces. She tried to remember how Kotetsu's smile was always a little crooked, with the left side rising just a little more than the right, and how Izumo's smiles were always quiet and warm, eyes crinkling at just the edges. She tried to remember how their voices sounded – so different from one another, just like them.
As much as her mind knew that the characteristics existed, that her dearest friends harbored those qualities that made them into Tsunade's playful magpies, it couldn't bring up the images. Kana couldn't remember the way that they smelled, or how they looked, or how they sounded, or how it felt to just have them lighten the mood just by being there.
It had been too long.
Kana cried until she couldn't breathe.
Note: Sooooo that all happened.
Good lord, I make these two outstandingly vulgar. Anyways, thanks to everyone who has been reviewing this story, both in PM and on the review page :D Reviews make me really happy lol.