Okay let's count the many problems I have in my life. One, my parents treat me like some porcelain doll and hide me away from the world. Two, the entire village loathes me. Three, I fail on even the most basic level to connect with people. Four, I found out I can't function around men and flee when in their presence. Five, I have a half naked six foot five, soaking wet shark man standing in the middle of my parent's shop. It is obvious I have angered some god and this was my punishment. I question this punishment. It could almost be a gift. A cruel gift.

The only sound was the chattering of my teeth as we stared each other down in the dark room. I didn't know if I should be elated to see him again or terrified. The freak in me was happy to have her subject back. Oh those wonderfully sharp eyes!

"You should probably dry off before your teeth chatter out of your head" he moved to go past me and up the stairs to our living space. I moved to block him with my tiny shivering body.

"Yo-you came back." It sounded more like a statement than a question once it left my lips.

Kisame sighed and placed his hands on his hips. Water still dripping down his torso and pooling beneath his feet, I gulped, thankful that it was dark. "I have my reasons lil guppy." Well obviously. A rouge ninja doesn't just come back to a place he knows he is being hunted at. "Wh-why? Are you going to Ki-kill me?" He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "If I wanted you dead I would of just drowned you in the ocean." Touché.

"Now. Are you going to go dry off or should I hold you down and do it myself?" A grin slowly spread across his face which could easily be mistaken as playful, but I knew better. I could feel his eyes raking over my body causing my face to redden and my nose to burn. Was I bleeding again? Ah damn it to hell! I turned and ran up the stairs to avoid more embarrassment.

Kisame took the liberty to explore the place while I dried off in the bathroom. I could hear the wood flooring creaking under his feet as he moved from one room to the next. Once I was finished I found him standing in front of my parents room which was left ajar.

"You don't live alone."

"Well no...my parents live here too" unfortunately.

"Hm..where are they? I don't see anyone else here." I left him standing in the hallway without answering and made my way to my own room. I didn't like his questions. What was he even doing here? When Kano left me at the beach he demanded that I take him back to my house. Only then did I realize I was being duped .The sharp stab to my gut wasn't a blade but the point of a sharp-rib drill shell. I felt like such a fool!

I ripped through my closet for a pair of soft, dark green shorts and a long sleeved black top. I could wear what I want now that my mom was gone. Kinda pathetic coming from an adult. "You need to work on closing doors." My head whipped up to see Kisame leaning on the door frame looking smug. Damn ninjas! Always lurking around. "-and you need to work on knocking!" I snapped back my ears burning with embarrassment.

He held up his palms in mock surrender, his stupid smirk still plastered to his stupid, high cheek-boned, damp pale ocean water, colored face. I picked up the closet thing to me and hurled it at him. I wasn't surprised that he caught it, but I was surprised by what I threw. Poor Tibbles!

"You are a strange one, lil guppy." I leapt toward him like a feral beast and snatched the mason jar from his hands. My eyes darted to my closet and breathed a sigh of relief. I had closed it. Thank god. Why did I care if he saw it though? Oh right, cause I wanted to stuff him in there along with all my other dead sea life. God I'm such a freak!

"S-so why are you here?" I clutched the jar to my chest protectively. My stutter returning much to my dismay. I had been so confidant just a nanosecond ago.

"Hm" he grunted and walked further into my room causing me to back up with each step he took toward me. He finally stopped when the back of my thighs hit my bed. I was cornered, and he knew it.

"The Mist has made it difficult for me to leave just yet. I could kill them easily but I'd rather stay off the radar and dead to the world." My mind wondered to dark thoughts. That did seem nice, in morbid a way. A fresh start in a new place where no one knew you. It was a tempting idea. Basically I was being used as a safe house until things quieted. I guess I was the only one he could go to. My heart fluttered at the thought of being depended on once more.

"That's understandable, s-since you are a rouge ninja." Kisame narrowed his eyes at me, his jaw clenched. "How do you know that? Did that medic say anything to you?" My eyes widened, and I frantically shook my head no. He growled, his imposing size making me forget just how screwed I was of he thought I knew too much or said the wrong thing. "You're so damn easy to read ya know? He told you didn't he?"I hung my head and cursed my terrible lying skills.

"I-I only know that you were apart of Akatsuki, and that you are from the Mist village. I don't even know who the Akatsuki are!" I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes. To my amazement his steely glare softened. One of his massive hands reached up to scratch at his damp dark blue hair. "It's like getting mad at a puppy...would you stop looking at me like that?" I couldn't take it anymore! This man needed a shirt. It's like he kept flexing and posing on purpose! I'd die of blood loss before the night ended.

I looked away, placed Tibbles on my night stand and left a confused Kisame standing alone again. I went to my parents closet and pulled out a simple grey shirt that belonged to my father and padded my way back to my room.

"Hey I have a- wh-what are you do-doing?!" My voice cracked as it went up an octave.

Kisame was standing before my closet, his fist clutching a handful of red stings, each tethered to shark tooth. My entire collection was open and on display to his curious eyes. It felt like someone had knocked the air out of my lungs. How DARE he? It was one thing to hold me hostage, but to invade my personal shrine? To touch my things? I didn't have much left that I could call mine. Something not even my mother or Chika knew about! I reacted before I even considered the consequences.

I hurled myself at the large man with every ounce of strength I had in my small body. Kisame let out a sharp groan, more from being caught off guard than the actual impact. We both toppled over, the strings still gripped firmly in his hand.

"Could at least tell me your name first, lil guppy." I opened my eyes and instantly wished I had kept them shut. I had tackled Kisame onto my bed! I opened my mouth to speak but only a small squawk escaped. I felt his muscles tense under my body. Wait what?! I pushed up to my hands and finally saw the predicament we ended up in. I was hovering over his massive torso, straddling one of his legs. My hands planted on each side of his face. This scene would of been hilarious if someone else saw this tiny woman attempting to dominate a giant. I felt faint as blood rushed to my head. He didn't move to push me off, but it wasn't like he had to fight much if he really wanted to.

Did I want him to?

I willed myself to move, but my body wouldn't listen. "I-I'm so-...". Amusement danced behind his beastly eyes as he watched me fumble with my words. The sick bastard seemed to enjoy watching me struggle! The worst part was that the freak in me enjoyed this too! Being this close I could see him in detail. My eyes memorizing everything about his face for later when I jotted them down in my journal. "M-Moe! I'm Moe!" I jumped off his lap and threw the shirt I still had in my hand at his face and sprinted from my own room. All thoughts about my treasures being discovered, forgotten. Instead I locked myself in my parents bedroom, and spent the night battling my own mind. My mind lost though. I had staked claim on my specimen. What about him made me react like this?! With Kano I was cautious, but with Kisame I actually had confidence. I didn't stutter as often. Hell I even threw Tibbles at his face and tackled him!

I came down off the high from the adrenaline rush, and with it gone a burning curiosity and a foreign warmth spread through my body. I had never experienced these feelings before. I knew that I wanted more. I wanted to learn more.

My new specimen was mine to pick apart.