Exquisite Desire
Chapter 29 - Silver Bonds and Portals
There was fear here. Suspicion. Anger. The night hid the damage from the eye, but very few normal eyes were around this place. Damage was here. Littered the ground and hung in the air. This was once a sanctuary. A safe haven that had been violated. By whom. For what reason. Those questions hung in the air, but fell off of him like the weakness it stank of. He had no reason to be suspicious. He had no reason to feel violated. Victimized eyes followed him as the ground changed from grass to asphalt to marble. They did not challenge him. They knew something great when they saw it. Despite the rape of this place, the owners of these eyes still held on to its past. They returned as many victims do to pick up the remaining pieces of their sanctuary. All of them had returned. All who were still alive, at least.
He did not turn to meet the eyes. He did not turn to look at them in pity. Even he returned to this place, so what could he express to them. His return was not out of weakness. He was not one to cling to the past for comfort. Nothing had ever comforted him. Rest was not a feature in his model. Things pleased him, not comforted him. He existed outside of the pettiness of life. He did not care about the violation of others. He did not care about their desire to return to their previous lives. He did not return here because it had once been a comfort.
He was here for one purpose.
The familiar corridors didn't hold the same life as they once did. It felt like an empty shell, which was odd. Despite the fastness of them, they had never echoed the solitariness of his footsteps. It seemed now that it did. Pictures and paintings hung on the walls. He stopped at one, looking at the familiar haughty figure lounging with kingliness on a high back chair. The artist had captured the figure's appearance and expression with accuracy that modern day cameras could not imagine. He stopped here because it pleased him to look at it, but he continued on. He glanced at the other remainders of happiness but didn't allow it to catch at his ankles.
He was here for one purpose.
The door he paused at was closed, its handle latched and the small gears had the lock clicked masterfully into place. He could pick it, but that would make him look like a petty thief. He was not a thief. He was as welcome in these halls as the creatures he had passed. The lock did not stand a chance against his strength and crumbled uselessly in his hands. Without it's latch, the door swung open at the touch of his finger, revealing it's insides. A girl sat on a small velvet sofa with her laptop perched delicately on her knees. She turned her head to scold the intruder, but her face contorted from anger to terror. He was here for one purpose. And she knew what it was.
"No, no, no!" she begged, her once precious laptop crashing to the floor. "Please! No!"
He smiled at her, but it scared her more than reassured her as his smiles often do. She tried to run, but where could she go? He barred the pathway to the door and it was the only exit. He stalked her, relishing in her terror. She knew why he was here. She knew his purpose and as he easily held her down she begged for mercy which he did not have, begged for forgiveness which he would not give. An audience of lost souls came to watch him separate her ribbons of muscles, listen to her scream out her pain and terror until she lost all sense of being and her mind gave up on its attachment to life.
Deidara opened his eyes and looked down at the floor that was sticky with his blood that had managed to fall from the blades. He wondered what he had seen. Was Itachi having a nightmare? Sometimes his dreams wandered into Deidara's own awareness, but the barrier was still shut. He made sure of it, so what had he seen? It puzzled him for a moment before familiarity washed over his thoughts.
Sasori.
He exhaled slowly out of habit. Sometimes if Sasori was feeling particularly strongly in some way it filtered to him no matter how much he closed the redhead off. It made him tremble slightly in sadistic pleasure to feel how angry Sasori was. He wanted to join him in his hunt and feeding, but he was miles away and still unable to move. One thing Deidara was quite certain of was that Kit was dead.
The stupid bitch. He wished he could have been there to kill her himself. Curiously though, he wondered how Sasori knew what had happened. They hadn't spoken since Sasori's departure.
The door opened at the far end of the room as Kisame slid in, far more gracefully than his size would guess. Deidara resisted the urge to lick his lips. Had he brought Itachi's blood for him? The brunette said he'd given it. To feel that thick, creamy life liquid going down his throat; to taste the sweet, metallic candy that would coat his tongue. He wanted it so badly. Had been so long without it. He pitied Sasori who would never taste similar flavors again. It had been weeks and the thought of tasting it again made him weak-kneed.
Instead of placing the blade down as he had on his first visit, Kisame slid it under Deidara's chin to force his head up. "I brought the bottle," he said, his eyes hard.
"I can smell it on you," Deidara replied, and he could.
"They're making plans to transport you soon," Kisame informed him.
Soon hm… "I imagine they have enticing plans for our movements, un," he grinned.
"Yeah, Itachi too," Kisame muttered, wiping the grin off of Deidara's face. Itachi would just go with them, why would they need special plans for his transportation. He growled a little, but Kisame gave him a warning poke with his blade. "Don't bite me when I give this to you," he warned.
"I bet it tastes sour anyway," Deidara shot back, watching him uncork the bottle which had resealed itself with its magic and hold it up. He watched each movement, each muscle it took to pull it off. Was he just going to dangle it in front of him and torture him? Just give him the mouthful.
Ignoring his comment, Deidara watched Kisame take a deep breath before finally holding it up to tip into Deidara's mouth. Though as with any blood, he preferred it hot out of the source, it didn't matter with Itachi's blood. It rolled over his tongue like water for a man in the dessert. It took all his willpower and not to make a sound in front of the Hunter before him as he rolled the blood in his mouth. Sticky, thick and sweet. How he had ever lived before tasting this blood he did not know and he felt it doing its magic before he had even swallowed. He felt instantly stronger, instantly more awake. It wasn't a lot, but he could stand against the magic on the blades now. He knew he could, but he resisted. The pain from the constant magic faded. The magic didn't bother Itachi and wouldn't bother Deidara with Itachi's blood reinforcing him. He wanted to lick the bottle, but Kisame had pulled it away when it was empty, watching him with perverse curiosity. He had probably never been so close to a vampire before without killing it. Swallowing the remaining blood in his mouth, he gave his lips a lick just in case he missed a drop and blinked ghoulishly at the man.
"And now Itachi will sleep comfortably," he whispered, letting his head fall back down in a show of exhaustion. It wasn't the case. He felt alive and considering he was dead that was quite a feat. He imagined if he could pierce skin and gulp mouthfuls of Itachi's blood, but pushed the thought away. Thinking like that would cause him to accidently drain him one day. He was a Master Vampire. Such glutinous tendencies were below him.
"That's it?" Kisame questioned in disbelief.
"Don't you eat when you're hungry?" Deidara muttered. "I'd appreciate some privacy while I open our connection back up, thank you."
The man glared at him, but backed away to the door once more. Deidara watched him reseal the wards that would keep him in the room if he were to escape his current prison and snorted quietly.
'Itachi…'
He felt relief wash over them both as the barrier between them was brought down. He felt warmth on his face, a slight breeze, smelling food. Itachi must be outside. 'I'm here.' came the soft whispered.
'Are you okay? Where are you?' Deidara closed his eyes to block out the sunlight falling innocently into the room. It was strange feeling a negative reaction to the sun physically, but a pleasant one mentally.
'I'm outside. I needed some air, so I just started walking around the block. Are you okay?'
'Yes of course I am, un.'
'The pain went down.' Which meant Itachi could still feel it. Deidara sighed irritably at his own situation. 'The Hunters had my family killed.'
Deidara didn't answer for a moment as he thought about that. Puzzle pieces putting themselves together. 'You spoke to the demon?'
'Yes… It wants me to take revenge. I don't want to kill anyone. I just want to go home.'
'But we can't' was the unspoken thought that passed between them. They both knew that going back to the mansion wouldn't be 'home'. It took Deidara many years to set up the life that he had before and it wouldn't be the same again.
'Deidara…. I think my brother is still alive,' Itachi murmured after a while.
Deidara sighed softly. 'I know,' he replied.
He felt Itachi stop walking. 'You knew?'
'I was going to surprise you,' Deidara told him. 'When I got back, I was going to take you back to Japan to see him as a Christmas present.' Itachi didn't reply for a few moments and Deidara grew worried. 'Are you angry with me?' Somehow Deidara found himself worried about that. Why should he be angry? Why should he be worried? Deidara had made someone go through a lot of trouble to dig through records and records to find his brother. Itachi shouldn't feel angry about this, but somehow he was still worried.
'No,' finally came Itachi's reply. 'I'm just surprised. Thank you for finding him. I don't want the Hunters to so I haven't talked about him to them.'
'They're going to move us soon,' Deidara told him quietly. 'I'm weak enough now and they know it.'
'I thought my blood would help.'
'It did. If I need to I can get us out, but I'm still not very strong, un… I just wanted to warn you because they probably wont. They'll be taking precautions that I don't try to feed on anyone, un…' he told Itachi, mentally pressing up against him. He wanted to be closer to him again, but after keeping him out for so long, it was relaxing to be able to speak to him like this again. He smiled physically when he felt Itachi pressing back affectionately. He missed him too.
'I thought they might,' Itachi replied. 'I heard them talking about something, but didn't hear what they said.' They were both silent as Itachi replayed the scene in his mind, letting Deidara see it as well.
'I don't understand that Hunter, un.'
'Kisame?'
'I don't understand his motivation,' Deidara continued. 'His helping you.. doesn't seem right. It's suspicious, right? I know he wants you to be his partner, but I wonder…'
'He is nice,' Itachi murmured. 'He saved Rose and the pups.'
'I think he's simple minded. Not… not like he's an idiot, un. I don't think he wants anything really. Maybe he's bored and he thinks you'll shake something up.' Deidara mused. 'The bonus would be getting his partner.'
'I've already informed him that I don't have any intentions of becoming his partner,' Itachi told him.
"I wouldn't let you anyway," Deidara grinned as he spoke aloud, eyeing the door that led to the deeper part of the mansion. Let them try to take Itachi from him. They would all burn.
'Are you upset I came?' Itachi asked quietly. Deidara felt him moving again. He was returning to the building; he could feel him coming closer.
'I wish you hadn't,' he answered honestly. 'But I'm glad to see you, un.'
'Don't block me out again.'
'I wont, I promise.'
'You promised before, too.'
The blond grumbled unhappily. It wasn't his fault. Itachi was in pain, too. 'I think Sasori-danna killed Kit, un,' he said to change the subject.
'I thought he might,' was Itachi's response. 'When I was on my way I spoke to him – or… he spoke to me because he felt me looking for him in my head.'
'Clever,' the vampire crooned affectionately.
'I don't think he'll help us. He was just really excited to be allowed to kill Kit.'
Deidara glanced over at the door again as it opened. Quite a large number of Hunters walked in, the Mage and Scholar leaders with them. Vivitsu looked grim, but his partner held a faintly sadistic look to it. Whatever plan they had come up with to move him had been her idea, the blond determined. 'It's starting. Come back quickly, but don't try to come into the death room.'
'Death room?' choked the brunette.
'That's what they call it. See you soon.'
"Show time?" the blond asked with a smirk.
"We will be moving you tonight," Vivitsu told him in a calm, authoritative voice.
Deidara let his eyes rest on each of them, watching a few of them tense when he came to them. These were all trained Hunters, ones that specialized in the trapping and killing of powerful vampires, yet they were scared of him. He shivered in the pleasure of it. "Your partner," he murmured, finishing his scope on the Mage next to him, "is sadistic, un."
"We will require you to be restrained while in transport," the Hunter continued, ignoring the blond's remark against his partner. "For the safety of my men and Itachi as well."
Itachi had seemed to like this Hunter as well as he could in the circumstance, and Deidara could see why. He had no sadistic tendencies and any violence he put forth was calculated and necessary. The vampire didn't respond to his explanation as the woman approached him. She had a small bag in her hand and reeked of magic. Her dark eyes were angry and the blond wondered if she was naturally malicious or simply hated him. He heard blades being unsheathed and felt the air change as they were pointed at him. Whatever she had planned was going to be unpleasant.
"Bite me and you lose your head," she threatened as she knelt down.
"Don't knock it till you try it, un," he smirked at her.
Out of the bag she pulled out a needle and a spool of thread. "I doubt it," she said. "How's this? Try to prevent me from this and I'll do it Itachi instead." Deidara growled at her, the closest blade responding by pressing against the side of his neck warningly. She was malicious, but kept it off of her facial expression. Her eyes gave her away to him though. They glinted as she threaded the needle and gripped his jaw to begin stitching his lips together. The thread had the magic silver coating it like the blades and the needle was diamond tipped – strong enough to pierce his skin. She went across and back again twice and Deidara was silently grateful for Kisame's stupidity. This would have been far more painful without the tiny bit of Itachi's blood. He felt his human worrying about him – he probably felt it too, but like himself, he was spared much pain by his blood. He let his eyes become steely and hard, letting her think that he was weak enough to be hindered by this. He could potentially tear free, but the magic on the thread would make the wound heal slower.
'Are you okay?' Itachi's voice distracted him from the mental image of him tearing them all to pieces with floppy lips.
'Yes,' he replied, surprised by the anger in Itachi's voice. 'Are you back inside yet? Where are you?'
'I'm here,' Itachi murmured and Deidara cringed as the door to the room opened and the brunette walked in. Deidara was a little irritated that Itachi had come in even though he told him not too, but the brunette was ignoring his mental grumbling.
"Is that necessary?" Itachi questioned the startled looking Hunters.
"Yes, Itachi," Vivitsu said to him, stepping forward. "It is for your protection as well. Deidara hasn't fed, his control will be weaker and he could harm you."
"Deidara wouldn't hurt me," Itachi informed him with a frown that made Deidara have to resist the urge to grin. Vivitsu started to say something, but Itachi interrupted him, "I'd like to be restrained as well."
"I don't think that's necessary," the Hunter said as the others around him murmured quietly.
Itachi shook his head. "You wouldn't let me be near him for weeks," he said, staring the leader down. He picked that up from the werewolf packs, Deidara noted, wondering slightly at him. He was impressed and also worried that seeing himself like this pushed Itachi over the edge. The brunette's expression was calm, but Deidara feel how mad he was. The blond mentally nudged his human, but Itachi only sent assurance back. "You said it was because you didn't want to risk me freeing Deidara. With both of us restrained in transit that wont happen."
A few Hunters muttered snarky comments, but Vivitsu silenced them with a look. "As you wish, Itachi."
'If you let them sew you up with silver, I will kill them all right now, un!' Deidara warned bitterly in his head. 'The hell are you doing?'
"Just not with the magic," Itachi told the Hunter, glancing at Deidara. "I don't think he'd let you."
"Of course," the man nodded. "Kisame will handle your personal things; he is coming with us."
Itachi's hands were tied behind his back, Deidara now watching vindictively to ensure that he wasn't harmed while the Hunters began the process of removing the blades to restrain his hands as well. When the blades moved, they both winced at the same time, but no one took notice of it. They were led through the building – Itachi mentally reassuring the vampire that he was unharmed – and outside into the snowy evening of the streets of Beijing. Wearing only his jacket, Itachi shivered a little, but didn't give any indication that it was too cold. Deidara was watching him like a hawk and by the warning attention he was getting, the Hunters thought it was out of hunger. That was fine with him. The more they underestimated his strength, the better. Awkwardly, they climbed into a large white van and were instructed to sit next to one another and not move.
He watched Itachi shifting to get comfortable and elbowed him irritably. The brunette looked down at him than gave him a small smile. 'I wanted to sit next to you,' he explained.
'We should leave, un,' the blond muttered, glaring at the Hunters around them as the van started. There were vehicles following them and in front as well. Did all thirty – thirty-one with Kisame – come? He couldn't tell from his position.
'They will track us down,' Itachi replied, relaxing with his right arm pressed against his shoulder. 'It's better this way.'
'What way?' Deidara questioned with a frown. Itachi didn't answer, but became deep in thought, too cluttered for the blond to pick anything up. Did the blond have a plan? He stared at the brunette as if he would soon be able to read his thoughts on his face. He stared and stared to his heart's content because he could and there was no one to stop him. The stress was beginning to affect the brunette's appearance. He looked very tired, but was watching and listening to everything around him. Sliding sideways, Deidara rest his chin on Itachi's shoulder to continue watching him, suddenly understanding why Itachi had allowed them to tie him up as well. They hadn't been together in over a month, he just wanted to be close to him again and that was the only way. 'You need sleep,' he whispered quietly to him.
A Hunter behind them pressed gun against his temple, possibly warning him not to try feeding on Itachi. They knew that this sewing job wasn't foolproof. He could tear through them if he wanted. "He's fine," Itachi muttered, glancing back at the man who looked startled and sheepish.
'I'm fine,' he murmured back, smiling a little as Deidara sighed irritably at him. 'Really. I'm much more relaxed now that you're here.'
'I can get us out, un,' he urged. 'I know where to go where they wont find us, un.'
'No,' Itachi said firmly. 'I don't want to spend the rest of our lives hiding from Hunters. If this doesn't work out, I guess you can do that.'
'Are you going to tell me your brilliant plan, un?'
"Are you two speaking to each other in your minds?" The two of them startled a little, glancing behind them. Neither of them had realized that Vivitsu and Sophia were both in the same van in the two high back seats two rows behind them. The man was resting his elbows on his knees, looking extremely curious. "You are…" he murmured when Itachi didn't answer him. "That's fascinating. Because you share souls? Have you been speaking to one another since you arrived, Itachi?"
"No," the brunette replied. "Deidara closed me out until now because he didn't want me to feel the pain you had put him through." The vampire's shoulder's shook slightly as he snickered, forcing his mouth to be still. Itachi's severely agitated glare was absolutely priceless. "How long until we get to where we're going?"
Vivitsu seemed unfazed by his coldness and leaned back in his seat. "An hour, then we'll be slipping through a small portal to The City."
"A portal…" Itachi murmured, glancing at Deidara.
'It's like the video game, I guess, un.'
'I don't play video games.'
"It's a small riff in time and space that allows great distances to be crossed in one step, but there are only a few places in the world that have the ability to hold and maintain such magic," Vivitsu explained. "And they aren't able to cover complete distances, so we'll be traveling to Japan first."
"Japan…" Itachi murmured barely audible, except to Deidara who turned his eyes up to look at him and rest his chin back on his shoulder. The blond felt his muscles clench his fingers together in anticipation. Home without actually being home was what he was thinking. Would it still be a type of home for the brunette? Red eyes glanced down to meet his own blue as if seeking an answer from him, but Deidara only rubbed his cheek against his shoulder to comfort him.
'Tell him to stop watching us, un.'
Itachi turned his head to look back at the Hunters. "He wants you to stop staring at us," he said softly.
"My apologies," Vivitsu said to him. "It's rather fascinating to watch you two."
"I don't see what you find interesting," the woman muttered just under her breath. What was her name? Itachi's voice murmured the answer back to him, but Deidara decided he didn't care enough to remember it.
"Sophia," Vivitsu murmured quietly as if he was calming her, but Deidara gave her a long meaningful stare that did quite the opposite. "It is interesting… I've never seen a vampire act like Deidara. Or two people sharing souls. I've heard of the Human Servants, but they're so few and rare I've never met one."
"Very few vampires are ones who feed on humans gluttonously," Itachi replied with Deidara's agreeing nod. "All the vampires that lived with Deidara had human companions and Deidara had a few other than me. When the Hunters broke in, they killed at least two vampires and their humans while fighting the wolves. The humans were just trying to protect them."
"That was not my group," Vivitsu said, almost shamefully. From what Deidara could gather from Itachi's view of the Hunter, this one wasn't terrible, but followed orders regardless of his feelings. Stupid puppet.
Itachi shared a silent glance at Deidara, then returned to staring at the back of the seat in front of him. Deidara couldn't resist giving him an affectionate nudge and leaned against him sideways as they drove, ignoring the stares and sideways glances that ranged from curiosity to disgust. He didn't care about them though. He had Itachi again and his warmth was welcoming.
"Taking a portal is quite simple, but it is a little odd on your first trip," Vivitsu began suddenly several minutes later. "It's a small hole in reality so to speak. You will have a little nausea that is similar to jet lag, but it will hit you all at once. We're not going very far considering, but I just want to warn you."
Itachi nodded and glanced down at Deidara, who remained silent. Itachi hated the threads in his mouth, Deidara could smell the anger on him, but his face remained calm. Itachi was always very good at appearing calm in situations. Most people would be panicking, but Itachi shut down those reactions to be able to think. He started to smile, but stopped because of the tugging of the threads. When he had first taken him to Rome, he had been the same way. He hadn't been able to see him, but Deidara bet Itachi could tell him every pathway through the building they had just left. His human was smart. He had to get him out of this.
The vans stopped and parked in a lot and they were made to get out, an allergy mask slipped over Deidara's face to hide it from any human eyes. They walked a short distance to a staircase descending into a station. The sun beat on his skin painfully, but a Hunter and Kisame, who had gotten out of one of the other vans, held his arms to help him. Itachi's thoughts slipped into his own, counting the Hunters, seeing who was there and who was missing. Thirty Hunters in the building, including Kisame. Fourteen pairs. Two Linkless. He didn't know which Hunter was the other Linkless besides Kisame. Twenty-five here. Twenty-nine in the group, two pairs missing. Two pairs to watch the building.
The train station was mostly empty, save for a young woman wearing headphones and a school uniform and a business man in a suit. Both were examining their phones and didn't pay any attention to the group that moved down the far end of the platform and walked down into the tracks.
One of the male mages lit a bauble and handed it to Vivitsu who walked next to Itachi and Kisame who still with his arm around Deidara's waist to support him. "Would you like to know something?" the man asked Itachi.
What a stupid question. Itachi always wanted to know something. "What?" the brunette asked.
"Portals can't be made just anywhere," Vivitsu began, his voice soft and barely echoing in the tunnel. "Crossroads are a neutral area historically. They weren't owned by anyone – a no-man's land so to speak. This meant they were very good places to perform magic, and also to contact demons. If you go to a crossroad at midnight and pay tribute, a crossroads demon will arrive to make a deal with you. It is also considered a 'portal between worlds' in historic records, which means that it is the best place to create a portal."
"I see…" Itachi murmured, pausing to look at Deidara. The Hunters watched them as they silently exchanged words then Deidara broke away from Kisame and clambered awkwardly onto Itachi's back, holding him with his chin and legs. Grinning despite the pain, he rubbed his hips against Itachi's hands until Itachi told him verbally to stop. "So the portal is at a crossroad down here?"
"Yes," Vivitsu replied. "It is a crossroad of trains and also of the road above. We step through it and come out—"
"In Shibuya," Itachi quietly guessed.
Vivitsu stopped. "How did you know?"
"It's the biggest station in Japan," Itachi replied. "If you need cross roads, it seems like the most likely choice."
Vivitsu nodded. "Good deduction," he praised.
'You're so smart~' Deidara crooned. 'It's sexy.'
"What's wrong?" Kisame asked, when Itachi blushed furiously.
"N-nothing," Itachi mumbled, while Deidara snickered in his head, murmuring in his mind praises that the brunette tried desperately to ignore.
"Here," Vivitsu said finally as they stopped on the side of a set of tracks. The opening was a cross with tracks curving into a four pointed star on the floor. Two women were seated on the far side of the open space, wrapped in warm blankets. They stood when the group approached and nodded to Vivitsu. Deidara whispered in their minds that they were Hunters too, and Itachi only nodded. He was getting better at telling the difference.
Itachi couldn't hear what the group's leader said to the two Hunter guards, but Deidara could and repeated them. They knew one another. These hunters were partner guards of the portal. They were asking about Itachi and Deidara. Vivitsu told them the Elders wanted to speak to them. He was showing them summons.
"Thank you," the smaller of the two women said loud enough for the others to hear.
'She said thank you.'
"Please line up with your partner," Vivitsu began. "We will be entering two at a time."
'He wants us to line up with partners, un.'
'I heard him.'
"Sophia and I will pass through first, than Kisame with Itachi and Deidara."
'Bitch and him, then us, un.'
'Deidara, I can hear them.'
"Then continue in twos."
'Then in twos, un.'
'…I heard.'
"Itachi, will you be okay?"
'He wants to know if—'
"Yes, I'll be fine. Shut up, Deidara," the brunette grumbled, startling the two closest hunters who didn't know that they could speak in each other's minds. Kisame looked highly amused, but Deidara ignored him as Itachi and the Hunter stepped up behind the leading Hunter pair. Though he didn't appear so, the blond could feel his nervousness and gave him a gentle squeeze with his legs, assuring him that they would be fine passing through.
The portal was not very easy to see, even with his own vampire eyes, though they may be because he wasn't use to looking for Hunter magic. The only indicators were tiny vine like scrawling that formed an irregular circle inside of a thirteen pointed star. It, like much of the country the portal inhabited, appeared as though it had been there since the dawn of time and Deidara wondered how old this portal was. He didn't know much about portals and their lifetimes and he wondered why they didn't blindfold him when they brought him down here. It would have been useless – he would be able to smell his way back to this place if he wanted, but as Kisame grabbed onto both his and Itachi's arms, Deidara guessed that only those accompanied by a Hunter could pass through. Itachi, perhaps, wouldn't be recognized by the magic of the portal because of their connection.
As they stepped through after Vivitsu and Sophia, he felt an icy unpleasant sensation similar to jumping through a thin sheet of ice. He felt unwanted. This portal knew what he was and his theory was correct. It tried to push him backwards, but Kisame's grip was tight and they stepped through. It felt as though they were getting pulled from thick mud as they exited the portal and stepped into the inner train workings of Tokyo's Shinjuku station.
