I don't own Naruto - VZ
Kisame was epically pissed. Sufficed to say that he wasn't in the mood for anything else right now. Especially after recent events that just made his day from bad to worse.
The morning started well enough, a quick mission with Itachi then a bit of sake to relieve the stress he had gotten from a few rouge nins. He had been on his way to a certain pink haired medic for some help with a couple scratches he had acquired from his enemies, when the strangest thing had happened.
Right there in the middle of a hallway, was Deidara and Sasori. Both had brandished their signature weapons and were ganging up against Zetsu of all people. To say he was surprised was an understatement. At first he was content to just sit back and enjoy the show when he actually noticed the dual colored man clutching something to his chest. And after closer inspection, the mist-nin found out it was a someone. Someone with very familiar pink hair. It only took another few seconds to realize Sakura was being held very tightly and rather intimately with a fellow Akatsuki member.
But before he could pummel the poor man to the ground where he usually was for hugging the medic-nin so closely, he actually registered the conversation around him.
"What do you think you're doing yeah?" The blonde snarled, his posture was rigid and his expression was feral.
"You have eyes, what do you think we're doing out here in a secluded hallway?" Black Zetsu said wickedly, the strange yellow of his eyes were glinting evilly.
"Release her immediately, unless you wish to die a very painful and slow death." Sasori threatened softly, but his quiet voice did nothing to conceal the rage he felt in that moment. The red head knew he had practically staked his claim on her. Kissing her in front of the majority of the Akatsuki members was a good example of that. True, he hadn't been able to see her lately but he was on his way to fix that. That is, until Zetsu had decided to stand in his way, quite literally in this situation.
A harsh laugh echoed in the hallway.
"Oh? I like Sakura right where she is." The almost animalistic voice of Zetsu growled and nuzzled the side of Sakura's face. Effectively angering both artists and a particular mist-nin somewhere in the end of the corridor.
"She has not expressed any feelings or sort of affection for any of you has she?" The calmer voice of Zetsu asked, his tone merely curious.
Deidara looked ready to throttle him on the spot, Sasori didn't look any different.
"Besides, my blossom hasn't tried to escape yet, she is still in my arms." His voice was taunting and biting at the same time.
The bomber stuffed his hands into his clay pouches and the mouths on each palm were chewing on his explosive clay rapidly. While the puppeteer readied his chakra strings, the expression on his face promised death.
Kisame chose this exact moment to step in and stop the fighting before it can actually begin. The last thing anyone wanted was leader to be scolding them for the destruction of yet another base. And this one was underground, tons of earth and dirt was just about ready to crush them into oblivion.
"Hey! What the hell is going on here?!" He yelled, pretending to have only noticed their fighting. Although he was here the entire time and was well aware of the situation. But he didn't have to fake his anger. He had plenty of that after seeing the pinkette wrapped in Zetsu' s arms.
Nobody paid any attention to him.
Kisame sighed and decided to do things the hard way.
He then walked over to the two artists and grabbed the back of their shirts by the collar. The mist-nin turned on his heel and deposited them a few yards away from the girl and the Akatsuki member.
The looks on their faces were incredulous and disbelieving. If it were any other setting, he might've laughed himself silly at their stupid, gaping expressions. Too bad he just didn't have time for that. There were much more pressing, important matters to attend to.
Kisame faced Zetsu, a serious expression plastered to his blue face.
He held his muscled arms out, waiting.
"Give her here Zetsu." He ordered.
It was almost frightening, watching his strangely colored eyes harden instantly at his command. If anything, his grip on Sakura tightened even further.
"Why? You don't own her."
Rage spiked in Kisame. He straightened his spine so that he literally loomed over Zetsu.
"Oh yeah? Well neither do you."
They stayed like that, glaring at each other relentlessly, until a small and feminine groan snapped them both out of their little staring contest.
"Hey there kiddo, you okay?" Kisame knew he must have sounded fucking ridiculous, but he couldn't find the effort to care. He was too bust doting over the pinkette stirring in Zetsu' s arms to notice the strange looks Deidara, Sasori and Zetsu were giving him.
"K-kisame?" She mumbled sleepily, her eyelids were half closed. So he could only see hints of clear green.
The mist-nin nodded and once again, looked at his fellow Akatsuki member.
No longer with anger but with a blank expression. After seeing Sakura unharmed and safe, most of his fury had been doused with her mere presence.
"She needs to rest." Kisame gestured to her form and gave a scowl. Daring him to refuse his order, it was for her benefit after all.
Zetsu wanted to decline the mist-nin' s offer. Not because he didn't want her to rest, the opposite actually. However, he felt like he should be the one to take her to her room. But then again, if he did so, Kisame would most likely ask how he knew where her room was. The mist-nin would then get suspicious of him and he would most likely have to stop his observation of the medic-nin. Which was something he did not wish for in the slightest.
Zetsu merely grunted and gently, almost lovingly (to Kisame' s utmost surprise) placed Sakura within his arms.
And with a final, lingering glance at the pinkette, he left. Melting into the concrete wall and disappearing without a sound.
"Hey Kisame?...do you think you can take me to my room?" Sakura asked with a slight blush on her cheeks. She really didn't want to admit it but she was quite comfortable in his embrace. It wasn't the nicest thing to do, using her little fainting spell to her advantage. Especially since it made her look weak in front of S ranked criminals. Nevertheless, she mumbled an apology for asking such a thing and promised to make it up to him soon.
What she didn't know was how attached the majority of the Akatsuki members were to her. And some hoped it would stay that way. After all, if she knew how wrapped they were around her finger, who knows what she could make them do.
Kisame found her request endearing, and a part of him swelled with warmth. He was very pleased that Sakura was relaxed enough in his presence that she would trust him to hold her like this.
Did he know how far his feelings went for her? No.
Did he know how far the other's feelings went for her? Unfortunately, yes.
It was hard to see Sasori mope around whenever she wasn't near. Or how irritating it was to notice Deidara' s adoring looks at her back. Even the human ice block seemed to have warmed up to her, which was the last thing he expected from his emotionless partner.
"Sure thing kid, just make sure to repay me with another sparring session." He said while carrying her with ease. Completely ignoring the enraged expressions on both Deidara and Sasori' s faces.
"I-yawn-am not a kid…..I am a sexy woman." She pouted, her jade eyes appearing lethargic.
Kisame wanted to agree wholeheartedly to that statement. But considering she would most probably hit him (although in her sleepy state he highly doubted that) and it was really amusing. He eventually chose to keep silent, taking inventory of her words so that he can tease her about it later.
Yeah, he liked her. He liked her a whole damn lot. But he was still a missing-nin who had responsibilities. Besides, it would be best if he stopped the whole kissing thing. Not that he didn't like it, he sure as hell did. Just the same, Kisame didn't want to push her limits.
Great, now I gain a conscience. he thought sadly.
Sakura laughed lightly before falling back into blissful darkness, completely missing the goofy smile on the mist-nin's lips.
Sakura woke up to the color orange, lots of it.
"Yey! You're awake!" Tobi exclaimed before doing a little happy dance.
She looked around and saw that she was under the covers and inside her room.
"Now Tobi is a good boy! Kisame will reward Tobi like the good boy that he is." He started shaking his rump, thoroughly amusing the pinkette currently huddled within her blankets.
She leaned on her arm, propping herself up.
"How long have I been sleeping Tobi?" she asked pleasantly.
In all honesty, she found herself at ease with the mask wearing shinobi, not that he wasn't a threat. It just meant she was much more comfortable around him than certain Akatsuki members. What are the chances that Tobi would start invading her personal space and declare her his? He was like a five year old stuck in a grown man's body. And last she checked, children didn't start having urges like that till they were at least past the first few stages of puberty.
"A few hours at most. Tobi was keeping guard." He nodded vigorously.
keeping guard? from what? she wondered, deciding to question the mist-nin about it later.
"Oh….that's nice, I feel well rested at least." Sakura muttered to herself and jumped out of bed. Fully intent on taking a hot shower before heading off to breakfast. Hopefully she'd be able to come up with a better escape plan than last time.
"Where are you going Sakura-chan?" Tobi asked, rocking on the balls of his feet much like a child.
This action supported her theory of him having the mentality of a kid.
"The bathroom, I'll be quick. Don't touch anything okay?" The pinkette gave him a hard look before entering the tiled room.
"Yes Sakura-chan! Tobi will not touch any of your stuff, because he is-"
"A good boy, I got it." She said with a slight smile before shutting the door behind her. Ready to immerse herself in steaming hot water.
Unfortunately, her peaceful bath had been cut short by a fairly girlish scream.
With a sigh at the loss of her shower time, she wrapped herself in the towel next on the rack next to the showerhead.
As soon as Sakura opened the door, she was hardly ready for the scene in front of her.
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Where the hell do you think you're going blondie?" Hidan sneered at Deidara, who was holding a clay creation in his hand. A kitten from the looks of it, a really cute one.
"None of your business." He answered simply, too busy wondering if Sakura would like his newest creation. He had made it for her in hopes that she would cheer up. No, he didn't know what happened for the medic-nin to just faint in Zetsu' s arms. But it must've been bad if she actually lost consciousness. So he molded a small clay cat, a kitten to be precise. This way, Sakura wouldn't be so alone in her room. That and he sent a bit of his chakra into the tiny animal. The cat was set to warn him if ever something were to happen to the blossom.
"Shut up, you both sound like children. Geez, maybe I shouldn't have drank all that sake last night." Kisame added, rubbing the side of his head in hopes of relieving the pain there.
"It's your fucking problem fish head." Hidan remarked.
"And when did you get here?" The blonde asked the larger man.
"Just now, I'm headed over to the kid. Hopefully she's in a good enough mood to heal my hangover." He muttered gruffly.
"Kid? I noticed you call her that a lot Kisame. Why though? She's definitely not a little girl." Deidara commented casually.
Hidan nodded at this.
"Hell yeah. She's seriously-" he was cut off by Kisame' s vicious snarl.
"Don't you even dare say something perverted Hidan. Don't even try thinking about it."
But before the jashin worshiper could retaliate, Deidara spoke.
"Is that Tobi's voice coming from Sakura-chan' s room?" His tone was unbelieving.
The three Akatsuki members stopped in front of the medic-nin's door, listening.
It was silent for a while, and then they heard it.
"Take it off Tobi!" Sakura groaned from the other side of the door.
Three pairs of eyes widened at the sound.
"Tobi is trying Sakura-chan." Tobi's childish voice whined.
"Then try harder! Hurry before I rip it off your body!"
Three jaws dropped at her threat.
"S-sakura-chan?" The bomber stuttered, his cheeks red.
"It can't be." Kisame uttered, his migraine completely forgotten.
"Oh hell no." Hidan cursed. Unconsciously reaching for his blood red scythe.
"Wait, lift your arms. Yes, just like that...Damn! It's just too tight."
A grunt could be heard.
"Tobi is sorry he's too big for Sakura-chan."
"No, it's okay. We just need to adjust a bit. Higher, no wait lower. Harder….almost there!" Sakura encouraged.
Unable to take it any longer, they all burst through the door. With only one thought in mind- Kill Tobi.
"Where the fuck are you brat! I'm going to sacrifice you to jashi-" Hidan never finished his rant, his jaw was too busy hanging to catch flies.
Right there before them, was Sakura and Tobi. Who was wearing-what was most likely-her bra.
The pinkette was stunned, not expecting to see Akatsuki members at her doorway. What made the picture worse or better for some people, was Sakura was only wearing towel. Reminding Hidan of the close encounter he had with the pinkette recently. It gave him a pleasurable chill, just thinking about her trembling form. But he shook is head, focusing is energy on the masked nin. Hidan was waiting for an answer, and judging by the awkward silence, he wasn't the only one.
Tobi scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"Tobi was a bad boy. He touched Sakura-chan's stuff. But he was just curious, so please don't punish him!" He held his hands up in surrender.
It was at that moment that Sakura decided.
Yes, Tobi really was a child.
Hope you liked it, it may not be my best update but I'll work harder on the next one. Lots of love and thanks to all my reviewers and readers. Till next time! - VZ