"Hinata..." She moaned and turned over. Someone was calling her. "Hinata...wake up." She opened her eyes to see Kisame's face leaning on the edge of the bed, propped up on his hands. He smiled at her. "Good morning." She blinked, was it morning out? It still looked dark. And what was wrong with his eyes? She squinted and looked closer. Nothing. it was nothing, she was just sleepy still. She wiped a hand over her face and sat up, "Is something wrong?" He smiled at her "No. Nothing" He leaned closer, almost stradling her with his arms and kissed her.

She was startled at first, but kissed him back hesitently. He pulled away, blushing and laughing to himself. "Sorry, I just missed you, that's all." She blinked at him. He wasn't making any sense. "I was just asleep." He smiled again, lopsided. "I know, but..." he shrugged. He pulled himself up onto the bed and laid down next to her, one arm looped casualy around her waist. He sighed softly and snuggled closer to her, eyes drifting closed.

She stared at the sleeping mist nin. The hell? She sniffed the air, there was a distinct odor of alcohol. He'd been drinking? She knew he'd gone drinking before, even gone with once or twice, but...she'd never seen him drunk. Well, she shrugged, there was a first time for everything...still...

"Kisame." He stirred. "Kisame!" She shook him. "Nn!" He waved her off, wraping himself closer and pulling her tight to him. "Kisame...let me go." His eyes opened, what? "Wake up. You've drunk too much. Kisame?" Drunk too much? That was just stupid. He wasn't drunk. He didn't get drunk. Kisame didn't get drunk. He was Kisame. He was. His eyes flashed open. Where? Hinata...she was... His eyes widened and one hand pressed against his mouth. He scrambled out of the bed.

He steadied his breathing, leaning on the edge of the toilet. His sense of self came back, he shuddered. What was he doing here? He wanted this, but how could he think she'd be fooled for long? 'I needed you' He thought 'I needed you and you were'nt there.' The scar in Itachi's side had long since healed, but the wound on his soul had festered. He wanted to take what he could. He wanted to take this from Kisame. He would.

"Hinata..." she came to the door of the bathroom and peered inside at the sound of her name. "Are...are you ok?" He stood up, back to her still and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fine." He ducked his head into the sink and took a long drink, swishing the last mouthful and spitting it into the sink to clear the acrid taste from his mouth. He turned, feeling more of his self coming back. He never asked for anything, he'd never had to. Whatever wasn't given freely he could take, and if he wanted to take this from Kisame he could.

He leaned one arm against the wall above her head, the other hand ocupied with the bottom edge of her tank top, effectivly pinning her. "Do you love me?"He was pleased with the flush that creeped over her face, the adorable stutter as she tried to tell him she didn't know yet. He pressed his lips against hers, running his free hand through her hair. "Why not?" he asked, knowing full well the effect this would have on her, "I love you..." The sake was still clouding the space behind his eyes, but as the minutes passed he became more and more himself. "Kisame don't..." She was starting to cry now. "But I love you." He whispered, smiking internaly, pressing himself closer to her, catching her hands in his, trapping them at her sides. He would have this.

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