Okay! Here we go! Not sure how much will be explained here, but this is taking place after the Orochimaru attack. I know, many years skipped over. This is a story about Kisame and Shaiya though! I don't like nonsense…most of the time. As you can already tell, this story is not really going to follow the original storyline of the manga/anime. Anyway, sit back and enjoy! Please review : D
How the years had passed like a blink of the eye and never had it become easier. But he had managed to push everything back, keeping his mind filled with endless missions to be fulfilled by the Akatsuki. This was one mission, however, he had not been excited about going on. What would happen if he bumped into her? What would she do? What would he do? He was sure there was no chance at seeing her. This mission should be a quick one. That did not ease his hesitation and his partner kept sneaking glances at him like he knew.
There was not much he kept from the elder Uchiha. They were partners and Kisame saw him as the closest friend he had at the Akatsuki. They didn't start out that way though. It was a threat and a fight, but over time they started to get along with each other. At the moment, they were sitting in a little café enjoying some tea as they devised their next plans. But he could tell Itachi became uneasy when a couple of jonin stood outside the shop…Did his finger just twitch? He shook the thought off and waited for the jonin to leave before they left.
They were intercepted on a bridge by two of the jonin he heard outside of the shop. He was immediately distracted by the jonin Asuma wielding hand blades that he infused with his chakra. That had caught him off guard at one point and he received a small scratch on his right cheek. It made him grimace and sneer at the other man. Deciding to use his water style jutsu, but an all too familiar face decided to make an appearance and copy him. "Hoshigaki Kisame." The man drawled in a serious tone.
"Oh, you remember my name. I feel honored." He snickered lightly as the face of Kakashi came into view when the water cleared to see him.
Kakashi simply stared at him with a stern expression but lazy composure. "I'm surprised to see you here."
Kisame narrowed his eyes at the male, knowing just across the water the original Kakashi was in a battle with Itachi with Kurenai and Asuma. There was an undertone in his voice that said he had more to say to him. "What?" He snapped at him finally.
The elder male scowled before his expression became strained. "She's not here."
This mission had nothing to do with Shaiya, not that Kakashi knew about that. But why did he have to make that face? Why did it sound like a plea when he said she wasn't there? This took him off guard for a moment and before he could ask the clone exploded in a cloud of smoke and the real Kakashi fell to his knees. Damn Uchiha! He was unable to get any more information out of him before they had to leave and trail after the little nine-tail brat.
They were camped out not far from Konoha that night, his mind still reeling over the day's events. They were unable to capture the jinchuuriki due to Jiraiya being there to protect the boy. What could you do? It was back to the drawing board. He glanced over at a pensive-looking Itachi gazing off into the shadows beyond the fire that he sat in front of. This was driving him crazy! Slowly he started to pick himself up from the tree he had been leaning against. "I will be back."
"Where are you going?" Itachi inquired lightly, glancing over to the tall male.
"I'm going to go get answers." That probably wasn't the best answer for him, but that was all he was going to get for the time being.
He had stealthily snuck his way back into Konoha with much ease, which was surprising. He would think they would have upped the security not only from the attack by Orochimaru but also from the Akatsuki. Oh, they were going to be in a mess of trouble if they continued on like this. But for the time being it was good for his case. Hiding away in the shadows all the way to the hospital and tracking down the room Kakashi was in while scaring a few nurses with a simple glance.
He stepped into the room and over to the bed that Kakashi lay on, peacefully sleeping away the effects he suffered today from Itachi's tsukuyomi. It made him sigh as he did not have time for this. So grabbing the male roughly by the shoulders, he shook him vigorously before he woke weary and groggy. "Old man, wake your ass up already!"
"I'm not old tadpole." Came the Kakashi's bleary tone.
Kisame narrowed his eyes at him, but decided it was best not to throw himself into an insult pitching fight. "Where is she?"
"I think you have done enough to her without you trying to do more. Why do you care?" Came his retort.
"Because I heard desperation." Kisame gritted out, not liking how resistant the man was being.
"Have you ever heard of a village by the name of Hannikuro? Led by a name of Tsubiki?" Kakashi asked while trying to keep his eyes open. "They took her." He went silent for a moment as his eyes slipped closed. Kisame almost believed he fell asleep, but before he could do anything the elder began to speak again. "We have been unable to send any squads out since the attack, but then you showed up. As much trouble as you are it was also a blessing." He opened his eyes and turned to look at Kisame with a stern expression. "Please save her." Those were Kakashi's last words before he fell unconscious.
Kisame stood there a little confused and unable to say a word before he recollected himself and left as he sensed a group of shinobi coming his way. Quickly making his way out of the village to regroup with Itachi who was still in the same place he left him in. "We are going to Hannikuro." He stated quickly.
Itachi sighed and silently stood to his feet. "Does this have to do with a girl named Shaiya?"
Kisame gave the other a bewildered expression. "H-how did you know?"
Itachi simply stared at him for a moment before turning his back to Kisame and started to walk away, but not without saying "You talk in your sleep."
"What?!"
~A soft sigh escaped past soft pink lips; silver eyes piercing through the night over a village that was not hers. Sure she could have escaped a long time ago if they did not have multiple shackles and chains attached to her that drained her of all the energy she had. It was enough to make walking from one end of the room to the other a struggle. These were not normal chakra draining restraints. No, she could tell they were made for people like her. But how could they know what she was?
She laid her head against the glass of the window, right beyond the panes were bars to ensure she would be unable to wriggle her way out. That would have been completely idiotic since she was six stories up. The fall would have injured her. Who would be her savior? Her eyes slipped close as she hoped for a miracle.
