Pairing: KisaSaku
Prompt: "I'm probably eating your cousin."
Rating: PG-13
He stares at her with a grim expression, but she happily munches away on her snack. Honestly, can she be more rude about the situation? Here he was; a true gentleman who offered to buy her a snack after she beat him in a fight and she takes his offer without a care and chooses that snack.
"Disgusting. Revolting. I can't believe you would do this to me, kunoichi." Kisame crosses his thick arms over his chest and steps his foot impatiently. "There was dango and caramel apples and popcorn. Of all foods, you pick that one." His left eye twitches when she licks her lips while gazing directly at him. "I should strike you down where you sit."
"If you do that, you won't be able to fight me anymore." She blows a stray pink hair out of her face. "What we're doing now could be classified as treason to my village."
Kisame's frown morphs into a grin. "Are you saying I'm worth the possibility of you being labeled a traitor? If that's the case, then I'm actually flattered. If my superior saw me right now. I doubt he would hesitate to kill me. Still, it'd be totally worth it. You've provided the best fight I've had in almost a year."
The kunoichi - Sakura, he vaguely recalls - returns his grin. "And the same to you, sharky. The only other good fight I've gotten was your puppet man and that didn't end well in his favor. What, by the way, do you do with the stuff of members that die?"
Shrugging, Kisame glances at the people in the seats around them and delights at the wary looks both he and Sakura are receiving. Of course, no one of this small village will blab about what they saw. They fear the Akatsuki too much to do so. Their lives having more worth than possible gossip.
"We split it," he replies easily. "The clothing is given to those who fit it. For example, your brat Uchiha's older brother is close to his size. Deidara gets some of the clothes too. His actual puppets, what's left of them, are put in storage in case we come across a person with a particular skill set and a taste for the dark side."
She snorts. "I'm sure." With a very deliberate eye lock, Sakura brings another piece of her snack to her mouth and munches down on it while her eyes flash with amusement. "I'm probably eating your cousin," she muses in a mocking tone and he tries not to grin.
The tiny, pink-haired kunoichi has a pair of metaphorical balls.
He looks around once. "So, come here often?" Her annoyed look sends him into a low peal of chuckles. "Ah, what's a little harmless flirting, Sa-ku-ra? I mean," he waves one arm around them, "we're already on a date."
Blushing as brightly as her pink hair, Sakura throws her bag down on the table and leans back in her seat. There's an odd expression on her face before it clears. "No."
"No?"
"No," she confirms. "I'm more inclined to say our fight was a date rather than this. For all we know, I'm eating your family. That's not the sort of appropriate behavior for a date."
"But fighting is," he deadpans.
"Fighting is a hell of a lot more fun, don't you think?" Sakura crosses her arms over her chest, grin claiming her face. "I mean, we get to be really close and there's no use in denying that you're handsome." She pauses. "Even if you're part shark or whatever."
"You flatter me," Kisame responds. "You're short as hell and you yell really loud, but you smell great." He takes a very obvious sniff. "Ripe like fruit." A smirk appears on his face when her pink blush deepens to a red shade maybe one shade lighter than her own shirt."
"God," she laughs. "You don't go on 'dates' very often, do you?"
Kisame shrugs. "My occupation doesn't let me get out much."
"The I'm flattered to be your first real date in nearly a year."
And then she smirks in a way that has him cocking an eyebrow. "What?"
"I'm staying the over there, in the room with the window farthest to the left," Sakura points behind him but he doesn't bother looking over his shoulder, "and the bed is awful...big."
"Oh," he grins. "What a shame."
She deliberately sucks on her fingers to rid them of the salty taste of her snack. "It really is a shame. Well," she hops to her feet, "I think I'll retire for the evening. Thank you for treating me."
He doesn't even wait a full minute before getting up to follow her.
A what-if scenario tbh. KisaSaku is an interesting ship and I've only read one fanfic of them (Uneasy coexistence by DeGlace). If you haven't, give it a chance. If you have the time, please review.
~i-just-really-love-sakura