All right here is chapter 2 or part 2 or whatever. Hope you like it ^_^ Oh if you haven't read Naruto to 508, then it may be a little confusing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kisame Hoskigake because he belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, Serendiptiy fanart belongs to AngelsOr40squares and Serendipity herself belongs to Steven Cosgrove.

Author's note: I also want to give a big thanks to Jedi Goat for betaing this chapter for me and having to put up with my terrible grammar! :D Thank you so much you are a total blessing!

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PART 2

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It's been about ten years since Kisame's encounter with the mysterious Serendipity. He has since then joined the Akatsuki and has been partnered with Itachi Uchiha. At this point in time they have just escaped the Hidden Leaf Village after attempting to capture the nine tails Jinchuruuiki but failing. Now they are on the coast of the River Country...

Two figures walked below the afternoon sky, one being tall and built like beast while the other was thin and fragile like a piece of glass. Trees bordered around them like a wooden box while the sound of the ocean in the distance provided the two figures with some comforting music. They had been running for too long and now had reached a safe point. The cool air was crisp as the season of autumn stole the place of summer. The two figures' shadows stretched behind them like wavering ghosts. The smaller one looked quite exhausted while the taller one looked slightly concerned.

"Itachi-san, we should probably rest somewhere. Those eyes of yours are taking their toll, are they not?" The smaller figure, known as Itachi, closed his eyes for a minute then opened them focusing only on the trail ahead.

"Yes, I believe you are right, Kisame," Itachi said in a soft unemotional voice. Kisame nodded and they both quietly continued though the forest. The forest was silent around them as a graveyard. The wind moved the branches slightly, bidding the two followers to come deeper into the forest, to turn around and return to its leafy arms, while the smell of the ocean summoned them to its sandy shores. Kisame felt a small feeling of homesickness as the the smell of salt grew stronger and stronger.

Suddenly the two figures broke through the forest's grasp and into the loving arms of the ocean. The afternoon sun shone brightly on them, warming their skin. Kisame took in a deep breath of the ocean air; the feeling of home suddenly dwindled away. The ocean's salty air was all he had needed, not the Land of the Mist.

They stood there, unmoving, absorbing what was left of the warm sunlight on their skin and feeling the salty sea air wash over them. Kisame turned to look at his partner again; he looked exhausted. Thanks to the Mangekyou Sharingan, Itachi's eyes were getting worse and worse. "Well, Itachi, it seems that we failed our mission. Leader-sama won't be pleased."

"Hn. It doesn't matter. At least we got a feel of what this Naruto character is like. He has very powerful allies; we should mention that to Leader-sama," Itachi replied quietly. A sudden breeze came, making their black cloaks ruffle like a raven's black feathers. Kisame nodded in agreement.

"Yes, especially one of them being Jiraiya." Kisame chuckled a bit. "It was easy to distract him for a short time though." Itachi didn't say anything but nodded.

"We should get moving again," he said quietly, and then started to walk away from his partner. Kisame followed wordlessly.

"I suppose it was hard for him to see his brother again….I didn't even know he had one. Wonder why he didn't kill him." He looked over at his cold partner. Itachi reminded him a lot of a ghost: he was there, but yet, not really there. Itachi's voice was unemotional for the most part, and he always seemed tired, lifeless, except during battle of course. He always kept things to himself; he never really shared anything with his partner. Though when he first met him, Kisame could tell Itachi was a worthy partner. "There is no doubt he is hiding something, though I wonder what."

Kisame looked up to the sky. It was growing darker; they had better get to that village quickly or else they would have to sleep outside again. Though Kisame was used to it, he would rather sleep on a bed than on sand or rock. As the two partners made their way down the beach, a sort of tingle came into Kisame's mind. He shook it off. "Hn. That was weird." Suddenly something on his back was wiggling. He rested his hand on the hilt to calm it. Itachi noticed this and stopped.

"Kisame?"

"It's nothing. It's just restless," Kisame assured his partner and they both continued to walk again. However, the further they traveled down the beach, the more the strange weapon acted up. "What is with you, Samehada? What are you sensing that I can't?" Kisame tried to ignore Samehada's strange reaction but something wasn't settling in his mind too well. Hadn't he seen it act this way before? Kisame checked his chakra and the area around him. Just as he expected, the entire area was clear of any enemy chakra. The only chakra nearby was that of Itachi and himself; so why would it be acting up now?

Kisame began to play a game with his mind and let it focus on the crashing waves beside him. For some reason he found it comforting and eerie all at the same time. Sort of the feeling like an angel is watching over you, a being who knows everything about you. Kisame found himself reminiscing of the times he had to wander the Hidden Mist's cold sandy shores alone. Unlike most places, the Hidden Mist wasn't the best place to go for anything; it was like a frozen graveyard where the souls of its people roamed its misty land. All that thrived there was war, betrayal and plenty of blood. Kisame found himself shivering, and he rubbed his arms. The thought of the Hidden Mist suddenly reminded him of the recent death of Zabuza. He shook his head at the remembrance of the fellow shark ninja. "He died doing what he wanted. I know he fought well against the copy-cat ninja Kakashi." His lips turned back into a grotesque frown, his shark teeth for a moment visible. Kisame wondered how Zabuza got caught in that fight to begin with. He knew he had been wandering and he had failed in his attempt to assassinate the Mizukage but after that he hadn't a clue what happened to him. He knew Zabuza also had that tag-along kid-Haku, was it? -that he had found on the side of the road. Kisame wondered about him too. Did he get caught in that nasty fight, too?

Kisame then quickly closed his eyes and said a silent prayer for Zabuza and Haku, that where they were now, they were okay. He then opened his eyes and gazed at what lay in front of him. It was a giant rock formation that wasn't too high, yet it wasn't too low either. The rock formation ended at the sea. A sudden old memory came to Kisame like a flash of light. He had been to a place like this before, a long time ago. Kisame rubbed the bridge of his nose; he was losing it. "Kisame, is there something the matter?" Kisame looked down at Itachi.

"No, of course not, just a bit déjà vu. I think." He cracked his sharky grin. "It's nothing, really." Itachi looked at him for a moment but then continued to walk once again. As they approached the rocky hill, Samehada began to go ballistic. However, Kisame just tried to ignore it, like shooing a fly away lazily.

"Ugh! Samehada, what is your deal? You have never acted this way be-"

Suddenly everything fell into place. Kisame slipped off Samehada from its holster and held it by the handle. Samehada was going crazy now and whimpering loudly. That strange tingly feeling came back into Kisame's mind. He had seen this random outburst happen before. Kisame laid his hand across the wrapped weapon and Samehada shuddered.

"Kisame,what is going on?" Itachi asked, his voice sharpening a little in demand, stopping directly in front of him.

Kisame bowed his head a little. "Forgive me, Itachi-san. Samehada is acting strangely-I think it might sense something." Then he added to himself, "or someone."

"There is no other chakra in range, Kisame."

"I know, but-"

That tingly feeling in the back of his neck came back again. He looked up past Itachi, thinking that he might see a figure there on the rocks. However, the rocks were empty, with only the sun's late afternoon rays cascading upon them. Itachi glared at him for a brief moment, then turned to where Kisame's gaze was fixed. Seeing nothing, he glanced back at his shark partner, and with slight concern in his voice, he asked, "Kisame? Are you sure you are all right?"

Kisame took his big hand and combed his stiff short hair with his fingers, letting out a frustrated sigh, "Yes, I think I'm just tired or something. Heh, my eyes are playing tricks on me. We should get to that village quickly now, sorry to be wasting time, Itachi-san." Itachi still looked at him a little worriedly and then continued walking.

"Yes, let us hurry, for it is almost nightfall."

The two figures were at the rocky surfaces within a few minutes; they jumped upon them with ease, and when they got to the top, Kisame was startled by the sight. The rock formations were almost like a mini mountain range that started from where they were and stretched as far as the eye could see. When the rock met the earth, the sand started, and where the sand ended the tide pools began. It was a geographical barrier between the ocean and the forest. The two figures quickly made across the large rock formation they were on. It was better to walk on the sand, as no one could see them, but before they could get to the sand, they had to get off this large rock first. The giant rock's top was about 100 feet across and about 50 feet wide. To the left of them, about 25 feet away, was a sheer drop off to the ocean; to the right, the rock continued on and on for miles, protecting the forest from the ocean's clutches.

They were probably already half way across it when Samehada lost it. It had finally lost its patience with Kisame; it extended its shark skin quills into Kisame's back, making him let out a gasp of pain as his knees hit the hard rock below him. Itachi quickly stopped and saw Kisame on his hands and knees, he saw Samehada taking its unusual porcupine-like appearance. Kisame quickly withdrew Samehada, ignoring the pain it had created in his middle back, and slammed it on the rocky surface. Noticing it had been freed from its bond, it dragged itself to the left, where the ocean immediately met the rocks. Kisame growled, and stood up quickly and took after the weapon. Itachi followed, noiselessly.

"That stupid weapon!" Kisame cursed under his breath. Itachi and Kisame were close behind Samehada. They were almost at the edge of the rock formation when they both heard it. It was a noise so unfamiliar to them, a soft sobbing that had been carried on salty ocean wind. Samehada whimpered quietly and crawled to the edge of the cliff. Kisame and Itachi finally reached it and then peeked over the rock's edge. There, on a step on the side of the rock formation probably more than five feet down, was a woman: pink skin, green hair, orange freckles and eyes of the sea; it was the one and only Serendipity.

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Kisame froze, his eyes wide and mouth agape. "No..it can't be…." Itachi took notice of Kisame's expression.

"You know her, don't you, Kisame?" Kisame nodded stiffly, his skin crawling at Itachi's cold whisper. At the sound of a voice the woman looked up at the two figures. When her eyes met Kisame's, it was as if time stopped, as if the hourglass of life had clogged. Kisame felt all his breath disappear; those eyes, those frightening eyes were gazing upon him as leftover tears streamed down her face. Her eyes reminded him of the sea after a storm: so dark, so depressing, so lonely.

"Kisame?" Her voice has broken him from her eyes' curse; Kisame could breathe again. As he got a better look at her, he noticed she looked sick: her skin was pale and her sapphire eyes looked sort of hazy. Her legs were bloody yet again.

"Her legs are scraped again….probably from climbing up this rocky cliff. How did she even get there, anyway?"

"Kisame?" she asked again. "Is-is that you?" She tried to stand up, but her wobbly legs betrayed her and her feet slipped. The next few moments happened at lightning speed. As soon as Kisame saw her feet slip over the edge he jumped onto the small step in the mountain side and grabbed Serendipity by her wrist and pulled her body close to his, using one hand to hold her and using his other hand to grab hold of another ledge on the cliff less than two feet above them. During this time, the small step beneath them had crumbled and now he and Serendipity were suspended over the ocean's gaping mouth. Its rearing waves hissed and spat at the dangling food.

"Kisame, hand me the girl," Itachi stated coolly. Kisame quickly looked at Serenidpity; she was out cold, having probably fainted from the combined weight of shock and her fever.

"Women! Darn stupid women!" Kisame thought to himself angrily. It took every inch of his upper body strength to get Serendipity as close to Itachi as possible. His scraped back screamed in a hissing pain while his head throbbed with an unbearable headache. Once he got Serendipity as close to Itachi as possible, Itachi grabbed her and pulled her gently over to safety, leaving Kisame dangling. He took in a breath of the salt air around him; it somehow gave him an unnatural strength. Then with one quick motion he found that he grabbed the edge of the cliff where Itachi had just been a second ago. He slowly hoisted himself onto the safe rock surface. He breathed out a long aggravated sigh, then saying between breaths, "I-is is she al-alright?"

He looked up to see Itachi standing holding the unusual female in his arms. Something was in his eyes as he looked down at Kisame, and it made Kisame shiver again for some reason. "Yes. She has a fever, though, and needs to get to a stable place immediately. We could take her to the village-that is, if you are willing to help her, Kisame." His voice sounded different; it was weird to here it coming from Itachi. Maybe he hadn't heard it, maybe it was just what his eyes were saying.

"Yes…let us go….We'll take her..with us…" So once Kisame finally regained his breath, he stood up and Itachi handed over the pink maiden. Kisame could feel heat radiating off the woman's exposed skin, he could feel a drop of blood splattering onto his blue hand from her cuts, for he was carrying her bridal style. He took notice that she was wet yet again and smelled of the ocean's breath. Samehada had long since taken its place back on Kisame's back, only this time it didn't act up or utter a single whimper. The pain in his back was laughing at him, like little demons poking his back with flaming arrows as he slowly staggered along aside Itachi.

Ironically, Kisame dwelt on the fact how at the beginning of the afternoon,it had been Itachi who was tired; and now by the end of the day it was he himself the exhausted one. Itachi stole glances at him now and then, but never spoke a word to him as they made their way to the village by the shore.