The roars of waves crashing on the beach calmed Kisame. The sun was bright and warm. Kisame let out a sigh of relief as he closed his eyes. He soon heard footsteps and then the sound of someone plopping down right next to him. He opened his eyes and saw a teen with raven hair, onyx eyes, and a small, sincere smile upon his lips.
"Hey, Kisame," he greeted, "how's life been treating you?" Kisame sighed. Things were not going to well at all. The fact that he didn't know the boy's name didn't bother him at all, at least someone was talking to him in a kind manner unlike all the other people he had ever met. "That bad, hm? Oh well," he shrugged, "lets go swimming. I know you like it. Plus, it gets your mind off of things." The boy stood up and looked down at Kisame.
"I don't like to see you frown as well." He said, smiling warmly. Kisame's eyes widened. Had the boy just . . .
beeeeeeeep. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
Kisame sat upright and looked around. He was in his bed in his new room. He rubbed his eyes and yawned after he turned the alarm off. It had been just a dream. Kisame stared at his door and frowned. But it was so real . . .
He shook his head. Either this was a sign that something bad would happen or something good. Whatever the case, he would have to believe it was good. After all, there was still a chance with Akira.
After getting ready, he walked out of his room and searched for Akira. He wasn't in the kitchen, the living room, or walking in the halls so he must've been sleeping or having a conference with Pein. Kisame chose the idea that he was sleeping so he crept to Akira's room. As slow and queit as he could, he opened the door. Luckily, it didn't let out a creak like most of the doors in this hideout. Inside the desolate room slept Akira Uchiha. He looked odd without his piercings, cloak, and boots. His hair wasn't covering one eye anymore since it was burshed back. Kisame was surprised he could actually identify this person as Akira.
There was mumbling and then the person laying in the bed sat up groggily, eyes still closed, and combed his fingers through his dark colored hair. He yawned, stretched his arms and then finally opened his eyes. His eyes were a baby blue but they soon turned back to crimson as Akira jumped back and screamed. "Jeez! What the hell was that for?! You almost gave me a heart attack!!" He growled.
"Sorry. I came to see if you were up." Kisame replied sheepishly.
"And why the hell did you do that?" He groaned, faling back on his pillow, annoied. Kisame wasn't quite sure whether or not he should tell him or not. The reason was to find him to spend time with him to eventually become friends with the guy but Kisame couldn't say that. "Y'know what? Forget it, ugly. Just go away." Akira said, rubbing his temples.
Akira, fully dressed and ready for the day, walked to the kitchen to get some brakfast. He grabbed a bowl and started to pour himself some cereal. He sighed as the cereal was poured because the only cereal they had was that. Fruit loops. He hated Fruit loops. Plus, there was nothing else since Pein or anybody else didn't give a damn whether or not there was something to eat just as long as they could find just one thing. He went to the fridge, forgetting his recent thoughts, and grabbed the milk from the fridge. And then, he showed up.
Kisame stood in the doorway, recieving an icy glare from the nefarious Akira. "Akira, do you want to," Kisame began to say but was quickly interrupted by an irritated Akira.
"Go somewhere with you? Do something with you? Hell no." Akira said. It was as if he read Kisame's mind.
"Why not?"
"I don't want to go around with some beastial monster with me. Look, ugly, get it through your head: I. Don't. Like. You! Why don't you go drown in an ocean or something fishboy? Do anything but bother me!" AKira roared. Kisame frowned and looked away. "GO!" Kisame then left.
The rest of the day went the same as the first attempt. Akira didn't want to have anything to do with Kisame at all. He disregarded Kisame's feelings and spewed out insults on a dime. Kisame knew it was a waste of his time. Why try being with someone that hates you? There's no reason to.
It wasn't until around 9 o'clock that Kisame began to retreat to his room. All he had to do was turn the corner and then his room would be the first door on the right. But before he could turn, two of the subordinates for one of the other akatsuki members passed by him. They were engaged in a conversation.
"Yeah. I heard Pein was so pissed! Akira had left about ten minutes ago to go back to his village. Apparently that blue monster drove him away." one of them said.
"Really? Wow." the other one replied.
They passed and then Kisame turned the corner. It was just a rumor so he knew it wasn't true. He wouldn't be so stupid as to believe such nonsense' ther was no way Akira left. Not a chance.
"Who . . . are you?" A teen asked, breathing heavily. A man came out form behind one of the bushes. It was Akira. The teen held his katana firm and glared at Akira. The teen was the one that Kisame had dreamed about only this one had crimson red eyes like Akira had.
"how could you forget me, Itachi Uchiha? It's me. Akira. Akira . . . Uchiha." Akira replied. the teen named Itachi lowered his katana a bit, finding that this person was less of a threat than he thought.
"It's been a long time Akira. A very long time."
"I know. But, I'm back now . . . so everything can go back to normal," Akira said with loving eyes whos gaze was at the ground, "is . . . is my daughter okay? I want to see her . . ." Akira looked back at Itachi. Itachi looked at him and replied to him nonchalantly.
"She died."
Akira's eyes widened. "W-WHAT?! B-but . . . WHAT HAPPENED?!" Akira bellowed as tears began to form in his eyes.
"Murder. She was murdered." Itachi said, still not caring. Akira ran to Itachi and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
"Who . . . WHO KILLED HER?! I-I'LL KILL WHATEVER BASTARD THAT KILLED HER!!" Akira yelled at Itachi.
Without changing expression, looking away, or showing remorse, he replied to Akira's question about who killed his daughter, "Me." The cloth of Itachi's shirt slid through Akira's grip. His eyes were as wide as they could go. He stepped back a few steps, still shocked.
Akira's expression changed as he looked down at the ground. His surprised look faded into a serious look. He looked up at the murder and glared at him. "Itachi. I will not forgive this. I WILL KILL YOU AND AVENG MY DAUGHTER!!" Akira yelled, pulling out his own katana. Itachi began to chuckle.
"Heh, avenge me? Pffft. You wouldn't be capable of doing that. You see, this village was comprised of many shinobi that had skills greater than yours." Itachi stated, smirking.
"And what does that have anything to do with the fact that you're about to die?"
". . . because . . .," Itachi looked straight at him and his eyes narrowed, "I killed them all. Akira didn't want to hear anymore. He had gotten his motivation. He would kill this kid for everyone else in the village. Akira pointed his katana at Itachi and Itachi did the same.
"YOU'RE DEAD!!" Akira yelled, charging towards Itachi to start a battle. The clashing of the swords was loud but that didn't bother the two shinobi. All that mattered was killing the other and not dying themselves.
Kisame's eyes opened swiftly and his breaths began to shorten. It was so real. Kisame didn't want to believe that was actually going on but he couldn't take the chance that it wasn't. He jumped out of bed and slipped on his cloak. Since he had ended up falling asleep when he walked in the door from exhaustion, he was fully dressed. He then took his Samehada and strapped it onto him. He may end up in that fight as well if it was true.
He darted towards Konoha, the village hidden in the leaves. Kisame wanted to get there before one of them died. He knew both of them. Well, actually one but the other one he felt he knew him from somewhere. Where? He couldn't think of it at the time.
The moon shone upon the hidden leaf village, looking down upon it. A massacre had just happened. Kisame stood in front of the gates to the city and gasped at the sight. There he was. Akira. He was laying outstretched on the floor, bloodied with a katana through his back. Behind him stood the victorious one. Kisame could hear him laughing. "You always were stupid Akira." He muttered.
"Itachi . . ."
