WARNING: There are spoilers for Chapter 471 here, so if you don't want to be spoiled, even in a Gender Bender way, please DO NOT READ. Thank you.
Note: Unfortunately, several chapters later, this story idea became null and void. Therefore, I now deem it an AU of an AU, which is... really weird when you think about it... Anyway, I still like the idea, at least. First thing that came to mind when I read the tail-end of the Killer Bee vs. Kisame fight.
60. Rejection
Summary: Rejection; it hurt more than she though it would.
Words: 577
Characters: FemKisame (Kishi), FemKirabi/KillerBee (Kirabi/KillerBee)
Warnings: None
Pairings: None
Disclaimer/Claimer: While the original Naruto characters do not belong to me, these GenderBender creations are mine. Do not steal them... EVER.
Certain ideas in this little story play into my Backstory for Kishi, which had been created because we had no earthly idea of Kisame's own past. It plays into many concepts such as Kisame's sharkiness being a clan trait and Samehada being a passed-down sword. If you are up-to-date on the manga, you understand how this doesn't entirely seem to work anymore. (It could still, of course. The sharkiness has never been addressed, though the Samehada concept is... flawed now. I'm sure I could come up with something, though.)
Anyway, the point is I recommend glancing over the Backstory first, if you don't want to be confused at about... the middle. Just my recommendation. It can be found on my DeviantART page.
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Rejection; it hurt more than she thought it would, both physically and mentally.
She flinched, more from shock than pain as Samehada's sharp spines cut into her hands. She only had a moment to gape before she had to twist and leap back from the blue spikes that approached. Her hands bled freely as she numbly dodged and landed several feet away.
She stared silently.
Samehada... Samehada had rejected her, her! She'd cared for and wielded the sword since she was thirteen. For half her life, she'd been Samehada's owner and now... she was being rejected? For what? A jinchuuriki who happened to have "tasty" chakra and who was set to die anyway!
It... stung. To have her father's sword, the one she'd yearned for and then almost religiously watched over once it was hers... To have it turn her down was... painful. She didn't think something could hurt so much.
"Papa, please? I just want to hold it. Just for a little while..."
"Samehada is so cool, Papa! Can it be mine someday?"
"Oh, Papa, can you show me again?"
"Tell me how you used Samehada to take down that castle, Papa!"
"Papa... you mean...?"
She held the bandaged handle within her slim, blue fingers, hardly daring to believe her ears. The digits trailed along the sword's length, lightly caressing the red bow that had been clumsily tied around it. A helpless giggle bubbled in her chest, but her throat quickly closed up, and a choking sound escaped instead.
Her father grinned affectionately at her, a crutch held tightly beneath one arm. Kishi had to force herself not to look at his leg or the gauze wrapped around his eye, battle scars from that mission. It would only make her angry and she was too happy to feel such a thing right then.
The young teen watched him, hopeful joy prominent within her golden orbs. Her father's grin softened as he nodded.
"Yes, Kishi-chan. Samehada's yours."
The sound of her excited cries echoed in her mind as her younger self nearly tackled her father in elation. Her father's pained laughter as the motion jarred his leg faded into her memory as she blinked once, only then noting that Samehada still lay crouched before the 8-tails.
"So, you like her chakra so much that you've grown attached?" Kishi questioned, trying to sound annoyed instead of betrayed.
Her heart throbbed. Oh god... Papa's sword...
She jerked as Samehada turned to the dark-skinned jinchuuriki to transfer the shark-like woman's chakra in to the 8-tails woman instead.
Kishi's foot whipped out in a kick to punt the large sword away from the other, cutting the transfer off before it'd started.
Samehada landed with a dull thud in the dirt, far from the jinchuuriki woman and far from Kishi.
The shark-like kunoichi watched emotionlessly, attemping to ignore the faint, extra wetness that her eyes had acquired. She shook her head lightly in disappointment as she worked to incorporate the unaffected air her deceased partner had so often used, before then turning back to the 8-tails.
She forced a smirk upon her feautures as she grasped the woman's short sword from her person and held it before her.
"Well then, let's switch weapons, shall we?" Kishi said in what she hoped was a light, sadistic tone.
Without meaning to, she glanced back at Samehada lying still on the ground.
Her face tightened as she tore her gaze away.
Oh, yes. Rejection hurt.