Soft Kisses in the Rain (A Kisame Story)

Disclaimer: We don't own Naruto, only Kishimoto-sensei does. *cries in corner* This fanfic was originally owned by Miyuki-ice-fox until she gave it for me as a little gift for my addiction to Kisame. All credit is hers. Enjoy!

Chapter 3 Budding

Before she could say slow down, she was in the medical wing with Kakuzu checking her head.

"You're pretty lucky. Any harder from that hit and you could have been in a coma." The man, throwing her a bottle of pain killers to take for a certain number of days, was Kakuzu. "I don't really think I should tell you this but don't hit your head again. You can be a klutz at times." He said, ruffling her long raven hair. She could only blush, sitting her hands that held the bottle in her lap, eyes looking at them. He left, leaving silence where he laughed the last of his conversation with her. She stood, looking back for a second and calmly walked out of the room. She followed the path he took only to take a different turn. The members thought it was a dead end, it wasn't. They hid her door so no one knew where she slept while she was taking care of critically injured patients. Most of the time it seemed like it was Deidara. It was private, leaving her with peace and quiet as she hid away from the others.

Kisame laid on his back, arms tucked under his head as he stared up at the ceiling, looking at nothing. The sea green sheet showed off half of his bare chest, the rest hidden by the green. His eyes closed for only a second, growing longer as his mouth went to a smile. He was remembering the feel of her on his back, making him part his lips. He heard and felt the groan escape him as he tossed the sheet off of him. Sitting on the side of the bed, he looked at his stomach. "Why is everything keeping me awake? I want a reason for this." With that being said, he left his room, walking down the hall with only his black boxers on his body. His headband was long forgotten on the night stand by his bed, that was against the wall.

Cupping her petite hands around the glass that was filled with water, she slowly brought it to her bluish purple lips. The one thing that was fresh in her mind, flickering through her thoughts was Kisame saving her life. What was it about him? What was it about him that had her so . . . captivated? She wanted the answer to be there in front of her, to tell her, but it wasn't. Turning to walk out of the large kitchen that contained a dish washer, sink, stove, a dozen or so cabinets, two large freezers, and two large refrigerators, she felt the glass slip out of her hands, shattering when it made contact with the marble floor. Her eyes fell onto a bare chested, half naked Kisame Hoshigaki. He stood in the doorway, paralyzed it seemed like. The blue skinned man turned to look at her, wondering what happened when he heard the loud gasp escape her parted lips.

"Kairi? What are you-" He couldn't finish his sentence when he noticed what he saw. She was on her knees, picking up shards of glass in the cold water. He also noticed, making a blush come weakly onto his cheeks, seeing the large T-shirt she wore to bed was riding up slowly. It was just getting past her thighs. Quickly, not wanting to ogle her anymore, he knelt down to help her out. She looked up, seeing his face, two inches from hers. Standing up and walking to the trash can, she threw the pieces collected in her hand away, followed by Kisame.

"I'm sorry Kairi. I didn't mean to scare you like I did. I just didn't know you were in here." He said, grabbing a paper towel, tossing it to the floor for his foot to wipe up the water. She could only watch him with a blush.

"I-It's not th-that. I just wa-wasn't expecting any-anyone to be up at this . . . hour." Her voice was soft, music to his ears as he listened closely to it. He was enchanted by her, for some strange reason. It was silence, he was listening for her soft gentle voice or he would have missed her next words that escaped her. "Good night Kisame of Kirigakure." She said, halfway out the doorframe, her hand holding the door open so it wouldn't come back and hit her back into the kitchen. He felt his body in jitters, just from hearing his name roll off her sweet quiet lips. He could only lean on the counter, smiling a large smile to himself.

"Sweet dreams, let them flow through your mind like the ocean lapping against the sandy shore Kairi." He said, please that he saw a blush rose to her pale cheeks and how her dark emerald eyes were lovely as they looked down before she slipped into the dark hallway, off to bed.

Kairi, in jitters herself, let her body get guided by gravity to her bed, falling down onto it as pictures flashed through her mind. All of them were of Kisame. As each one faded like a ghost, her cheeks were getting redder and hotter. Why was that man, that single man, always running into her? Was it destiny or something else that was causing it? But the most important question was coming. Why did she find him so enchanting then the others?

A week has passed after the incident with the Grass shinobi, Kairi was summoned by Pain. Shyly, the raven haired girl opened the door, wondering if she should have knocked first. Her eyes fell on Konan, looking at the blue haired, grey eyed girl. She was sitting on Pain's desk, while the man, orange haired, dark lavender eyed, and pierces on his face and body, leaning against the wall.

"Kairi, we have some bad news that might affect you pretty hard." Konan paused, looking down from her gaze that was on Kairi. "Sasori is dead." She heard herself gasp at the sentence that came from Konan. Sasori, dead? How? How can he die? Those were words she never thought, didn't want to hear, spoken in the same sentence. Tears started to build up in her eyes, making her rub them with her arm. Sure she only knew Kisame, Pain, and Konan on a personal level but to the Akatsuki members she never knew, they were still like family. She lost a family member just now.

Kisame could only smile, in a daze, remembering the contents of last night. His goal was successful, he was finally able to get Kairi to open, even if she is still utterly shy about most things. Kisame froze, feeling a gasp come from his throat and out of his lips as he saw a small, petite womanly figure running into him, stealing the air right out of his lungs. He could only look down, surprised to see Kairi holding onto the front of his cloak with a death grip, crying her eyes out.

"Kairi! What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?" Anger was boiling within his body as he saw her in tears. He was ready to do damage, wanting to find out who made her cry and why.

"Sa-Sasori's dead!" Kairi mumbled it into his chest, causing him to comfort her by wrapping his arms around her. So that's what was upsetting her. His black eyes automatically softened to a lighter shade it seemed like, watching her. She wasn't an official ninja, she couldn't do jutsu, anything in that matter, she needed someone to be there for her, to protect her. His mind could only flash to the day the Grass ninja nearly killed her, raiding her house. If he couldn't protect her from the emotional pain women face more then men, then he would have to protect her from everything else that came to her.

Well we hoped you enjoyed it, I'm okay now *Smiles like an embarrassed fool* Comment/review if you want. Also, people aren't perfect so i make mistakes so disregard them. See ya later *poofs away*