Pain rushed through Kisame's head like a gun shot- so prompt he didn't even recognize it. With a loud moan, he sat up, throwing his head back down when it rushed through his cranium like fire. Without thinking of what he was doing, he shot up his hand to clench his head, anticipating it would stop some of the pain. It didn't.
Sticky liquid seeped through the interval of his fingers and rolled down his hand, saturating his elongated white sleeved shirt, leaving it crimson at the tips. He pulled away his hand and looked at the palm, eyes broadening as he saw blood. His head was bleeding.
He wanted to scream, to let someone know that he was wounded, but as far as he knew, no one else was around. So instead, he let aggrieved tears run down his sultry face, laying there, contemplating whether he was dying or not. It impaired him to move, something would surely happen to him.
Where was he anyway? Last time he recalled, he was in Mrs. Konan's class room, having a tedious meeting with the Super Natural club. He recollected embracing Hazuki as she bawled, but then everything went black. Nothing in his mind was clear.
Kisame felt like throwing up. The thought of his own warm, tacky blood flowing down his hand sent grotesque images into mind. What if his skull had been shattered open? What if he was dying? It was possible...his head was bleeding. That usually wasn't jovial laughs all around.
He sat up with as much vigil as he could administer, only to feel something reallocated next to him. When he weakly looked up, he was met with the demonstrative amber eyes of his ex-lover, Hazuki. He huffed softly, only to have her gently press him down with her finger.
"Kisa, you shouldn't move with the situation you're in," she muttered, grabbing the end of her sleeve and swabbing his forehead free of blood. "When I came to, you were knocked out cold, a giant gash in the back of your head. I...I was on top of you, and I realized that it was all my fault. If you hadn't have saved me back at the art room, you wouldn't be injured." She nipped at her finger, looking every where but towards him.
"How badly am I injured?"
"It shouldn't be that bad...it's only a minor one, really." He sighed, adjusting his head to become more comfortable.
"Where are we, Hazuki?"
"I...I don't know Kisa."
That pet name, what she used to call him. Kisa. It was just like it used to be with them, and it hit Kisame like a nostalgia barrage. Thoughts drifted back to their break up, and the comprehension hit him.
He was too hard on her back then. Even though she had swindled against him with another man, an older one to say the least, but it wasn't wholly her blunder. Most of it was compulsory, but she still had kept it clandestine for who knows how long.
Here she was now, lamenting and compassionate about his security just like she would have months ago. It made him understand that she never stopped concerning that way over him, even though he had kept his feelings lying dormant for so long, showing what he thought was mutual abhorrence.
Kisame rolled his eyes, surviving to get up and enfold his arms around her.
"It's fine, I'm fine. It just hurts like hell," he mumbled, nestling his nose against her stomach like he used to every time they would embrace, every time they would be unaccompanied. After their first familiarity of sexual adoration he always would leave light kisses on her stomach. She loved it. It was a tranquil feeling for her, he figured out.
"Kisame..." she weeped, smearing her nose with her free hand. "I'm sorry, I just-"
"Hush, 'Zuki," he whispered, pulling away from her and obliterating away at more blood on his face. "I'll be fine here in awhile. It's not like I'm dead, right? I'm still here. You yourself said they were minor injuries."
He didn't really realize what happened, but here he found himself being nice to the girl that devastated his whole world last year. He didn't communicate with anyone for weeks on end after learning of betrayal, but here he was, calling her pet names, cuddling her, and voicing velvety words of worship and encouragement. It might have been that she was crying, maybe? Even when they had to split, she cried, and it made Kisame regret his decision.
"Mrs. Konan was here too. She left awhile ago," she said, assembling on the perimeter of the cot and gazing at him. "She told both of us to stay here until she returned. But that was...nearly hours ago."
Kisame nodded in understanding, crawling near her and encasing two large arms around her yet again. She was so brittle, and she always had been. The slightest thing scared her, and she was always clinging to him. It made him yearn for what used to be his, the part that was free of lies. They used to be so faultless, it made him speculate what happened.
Oh right, her disloyalty happened where she slept with Ibiki Sensei. Now he remembered. He had always advised himself he hated her for it, for decrementing his trust in others, but deep down, he knew that wasn't true.
He would always love her as identical as he did Itachi. She was his first genuine association with love. Gai was a one time thing, but Hazuki was elongated, profound– the slightest glimpse used to make Kisame's stomach churn with butterflies. He used to lovingly tease with her hands, cuddle her, protect her, do anything he could to make her blissful. She was his everything.
And now here they are, recurring to how they used to be; Kisame shielding her from the cruel world of outside. He was afraid if the slightest part of life's cruelty hit her, she would smash like porcelain glass into pieces unable to be plucked up.
"Hazuki," he whispered in to her ear charmingly, leaving a pleasured flutter through her. "I'm sorry."
She looked up at him with those large, mystic brown eyes, muddled to as what he meant. His periwinkle eyes, the eyes she loved more than anything, bore themselves into her own. "I...beg your pardon?"
"I was too hard on you months ago. It wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have broken up with you."
A smile made it's way onto her face, and she inclined upwards and kissed Kisame's cheek. "It's alright, love. I would have done the same if in your position. It wasn't right of me to do such...vulgar things with someone else while in a relationship with you. I never meant to hurt you."
"I know you didn't, but it just stressed me out. I thought you didn't want me anymore, that I wasn't good enough for you," he managed with a feeble chortle, the pain in his head burgeoning by the second. He ran his thick callous-like fingers through her hair, earning a small squeal from her.
"N-not so rough, K-Kisa," she stuttered, grabbing at his wrist. "My hair's all tangled, you're pulling it."
"Sorry, sorry," he murmured, retracting his hand and placing it on her stomach with his other hand.
He delicately kissed her ear before turning to look around the room he hadn't paid much consideration to until now.
The room was adequately broad, encompassed various cabinets and other tables full of inventories of supplies. Medical supplies. It was an infirmary of some sort. That he could tell, there was only one cot, and the two of them were the ones inhabiting it as they cuddled. The room sported a dark aura, and large cracks were boring into the floor. All of a sudden, the room went cold, and Kisame froze.
"Hazuki...how about we go to sleep again, like we used to." She looked up at him again, a smile on her face.
"I've been up for hours, how about we do just that." She wrapped her fragile arms around him again, smiling splendidly. She missed the feeling of his large body against hers, the beating of his heart bringing her into sleep. A smile spread across her face and she nuzzled his chest, making a small noise as Kisame lowered himself to lay on the bed. Generous arms wrapped tighter around her, and she smiled again, closing her eyes.
Kisame watched her with a loving expression, thinking the simple fact Hazuki was here would rid him of disgusting chills. He felt as if that any minute now, Shisui's horror story would run through his mind again, and he'd be too paranoid to sleep. Something about the place they found themselves in was...unsettling. It didn't look like any room they'd visited while being in four years of Kisaragi.
Without another word from either party, they slept on the small cot undisturbed, unaware of their surroundings, or the sound of someone coming into the room.
For the second time that day, Kisame opened his eyes to see the room. This time, Hazuki was in his arms, sleeping soundly.
The pain from earlier returned to him, and he shivered, a small whimper escaping him. It hurt still, no matter how much he tried not to think about it. Something in his mind told him he had a severe concussion, or his skull bashed in of some sort. Worse thing was, he couldn't see it. He couldn't tell what it looked like, but according to Hazuki, he was fine, just a minor injury.
She shifted in his arms, soft breathing covering his chest. He shuttered, not moving as pleasant, warming shivers traveled up his spine.
The bed they slept on was far from comfortable. It felt like sleeping on rocks jabbing at their bodies. The pillow and light blanket carried a musty stench that made it unpleasant to use them, so he figured Hazuki used his blue jacket folded up as a pillow, and her small school jacket covering themselves as sleeping, though it didn't do much, even when stretched out.
He figured he wanted to at least check the room they were staying in. It seemed like something you would see from an old horror movie right before the killer attacks- It's unknown, dark, and hard to breathe in, as well as brings a sense of insecurity to any one visiting. Kisame felt like someone was watching them, watching their every move.
Without managing to wake the young girl up, he got out of bed, feeling the blood drip down his neck. First, he needed to worry about that. Nothing else mattered. He wouldn't be able to stay conscious much longer with how much it's bleeding.
The room was dark, except for one candle in the corner by the door that was barely keeping itself alive. Any movement of the candle would cause it to die.
Kisame trudged over to the candle's general area, seeing a table beginning at the candle and ending at the door. It was rather small, to say the least, and held only one component. A pocket knife, like the kind that Nori used to carry around their neighborhood while taking walks. Hesitantly he picked it up, scanning it to see if it had the name of the owner anyway, on the blade or anything. Nothing showed ownership except for the company name, BG. He had no idea who that was, though, so it proved no relevant point.
He flipped open the blade to find a double edged pocket knife. The right side had a long, rusty looking blade while the left side was short but looked as if it were cleaned regularly, as if someone was using it.
He dropped the knife on to the floor, causing it to rattle and shake. It meant that someone else came into this room regularly, it they could come back at any moment.
But they had fallen through the floor, they still had to be inside the school. It wasn't surprising someone was still down here, so why was he being so paranoid? He thought it could be the fact that it was a knife, in a school that was falling apart. It just set the scene for those skin crawling horror movies Zabuza and Mei liked to watch while he pretended to sleep.
Kisame never had a thing for horror. It would be hard for him to handle it if his paranoia ever came true.
He shook of the feeling, hoping that in all honesty, Shisui's story was making it hard for him to concentrate clearly. Yeah, that was it...
He slowly walked away from the pocket knife, making his way over to the cabinets lining the walls, all of the doors open and had medical items taken from them, most likely Hazuki's doing. Kisame walked over to the table, examining it before deciding to pick up any contents.
He gripped the medical bandages in his right hand while trying to take off the ones already wrapped around his head with his left. He pulled off the bandages, only to see that blood soaked them like he jumped in a pool of blood, swimming around it. He was bleeding badly.
How did this happen anyway? If he fell through who knows how many floors, shouldn't he be dead, or at least have a majority of his bones broken? And how did Hazuki not get injured? What about his head? Did he hit it on impact of the ground. None of it made any sense what-so-ever. None of it.
He shrugged off the suspicion, placing down the bandages and figuring he should probably clean all the blood off first. He grabbed the roll of what looked like paper towels, pulling off a large portion and applying pressure to his head, gasping softly. It stung like a bitch.
No matter, he needed to make sure it was properly cleansed. He wouldn't want it getting infected, did he? It would be bad if he did, especially with a head wound.
Blood continued to flow, making him feel light headed, but after a while, he finally got the bleeding to stop. From where he knew the wound was now, he was sure to wrap it securely in bandages with a paper towel on that specific area.
He didn't feel any better, but now at least he felt like it wouldn't be bleeding much anymore. However, it was obvious to him that the dried blood caked in his thick hair wouldn't be coming free anytime soon, and it annoyed him.
Kisame considered leaving the room to see if he did recognize any part of the mysterious place, but decided against it. Hazuki would freak out if he left without word.
Instead, he walked back over to the bed, sitting on the edge and watching her sleep. Even if he laid down, he didn't think he would be able to fall asleep. He was more than positive that he had slept at least a day. That's what it felt like. His watch had stopped working, he couldn't tell.
Hazuki shifted in the bed, a low sigh escaping her lips. Kisame wiped hair from her cheeks, nails gently brushing over her cheek and earning a whispering laugh from her.
"K-Kisame," she murmured, rolling on to her back to stare into his eyes. Hers were full of that motherly look she used to give him all the time, and he laughed as well.
"Yes, 'Zuki?" he asked, leaning and leaving a small kiss on the edge of her lips.
"I was wondering something, and when I found you already awake, I was going to ask." All of a sudden, her voice changed to a worried expression, making him wonder what the question was.
"When we get out of this mess, can we still...be together?" she asked, eyes turning to not look at him. "I can see the way you look at Itachi, the way you reacted when he hugged you earlier. You love him, and if you do, I don't want to take that love away. It wouldn't be fair."
Kisame felt as if he was struck with such a difficult decision. He felt like the wrong thing could ruin his life, but he knew that Hazuki meant it when she wanted him back.
For some reason, he found himself complying. As an answer to her question, he brought a hand up to her face and kissed her gently, making sure to be gentle with her as he picked her up from the bed and into his lap. With much liking to his act, Hazuki kissed back.
Her arms snaked around his thick neck and pulled him closer to the simple kiss, moving her lips skillfully with his, as if this was a regular occurrence. They fit perfectly together, like a puzzle piece. His hands roamed her gentle sides, simulating the feeling she had been keeping back.
The shark lover pulled away from her, only to reach down and nip gently at her exposed neck, brushing away hair with his gentle fingers. It left a small mark on her, and she moaned out softly, moving into his lap.
He sucked at the small area, but stopped when she pushed against his chest.
"Nn...Kisa...me...not...ah...now," she whispered, still holding on to his neck tightly, not wanting to let him go. "We should f-find out where we are first, I have a strange feeling it's...n-not Kisaragi."
"What, you're considering we leave the room? But you yourself said -"
"I know, but, she's been gone for so long. I'm getting extremely worried. Though I doubt she would just leave us here like this, lost and confused," she spoke, doubt filling her voice. It was obvious she was trying to be strong to impress Kisame, but he knew he could read her like a book, he always could.
"If you really insist, 'Zuki," Kisame said, pulling away from her and straightening his shirt that got messed up in the middle of their small make out session. "I'll be here if anything bad happens."
Hazuki removed herself from the bed as well, making sure to clench Kisame's hand tightly as they made their way to the door.
Kisame, with his eyes still on his once-again-lover, opened the door, but eye's widened when he found he couldn't. He pulled the door again, groaning in frustration when it didn't open, despite what he did as attempts.
"It won't budge," he murmured, stating the obvious, which earned a groan from Hazuki.
"Dammit," she whispered, gripping his hand even tighter. " got out without problem earlier. So why won't it open for us?"
"Maybe when she closed it got something stuck in it. Go sit on the bed, I'll take care of this." Kisame pulled his hand away from her, making the girl groan in protest, but nodded and left without another word.
He tugged on the door with both hands as hard as he could, surprised to see that it wouldn't budge, despite all of his efforts. Kisame groaned and began pulling again, seeing it wouldn't open still. It annoyed him to no end.
"Damn," he cursed, kicking the door lightly before turning to look at Hazuki, who looked at him with a horrified expression. He raised an eyebrow at her, confused to her looks.
"Hazuki? What's wrong?" he asked, walking towards her. She was shaking, trying to keep herself from crying, eyes transfixed on the door he had just looked at.
"K-K..Ki...Kisa...me..." she whimpered, reaching a shaking arm up to point at the door. Without question, he turned around, looking at it, stopping dead in his tracks. What he saw horrified him.
The door was latticed with countless strands of straight, black hair. Hair. Hair binding the door and keeping them from leaving. Hair that was literally not there seconds ago.
Kisame motioned for Hazuki to come forward to him, and without hesitation, she did just that, throwing herself into his arms, distressed and confused to what was going, where they were, anything else.
That wasn't the fact that bothered them, but the fact that the candle went out unsettled both of them. The room was darker than night itself, and they could barely see each other through the dim lighting.
"Hazuki, don't move," he loudly said to her, despite the latter being in his arms. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"W-well obviously!" she responded, shaking in his large arms. "I've watched e-enough horror m-movies to know that!"
Kisame picked her up into his arms, trying to calm her. She was on the verge of crying uncontrollably, and the chill that encased Kisame earlier returned, only to both of them. It felt as if a pair of large, slitted, beady eyes were staring down their existence, getting ready to pounce and kill them without warning.
If something did, Kisame would protect Hazuki with his life. She was his everything once again, and he wanted her in his life. The past was in the past, he came to realize, and that the thought of Itachi loving him was a fools game. They were both guys, males, the same gender for god's sake. It was wrong, so wrong. No, wrong didn't even begin to explain it.
No one would except them, and he didn't want Itachi ridiculed over something as simple as loving someone the same gender. They couldn't have kids, couldn't get married, anything. However, he and Hazuki could have kids, they could get married, they could spend their lives together.
Despite this, the yearning stayed place, giving Kisame a sickening feeling. This wasn't the time to be thinking about Itachi when the inevitable was coming – they were going to die. From what Kisame was unsure of, but he was more than positive that in a matter of seconds, he would drop dead, leaving Hazuki all alone to defend herself.
His suspicion was right, and before long, a soaring pain shot through his body like hell fire. He nearly dropped his brown haired lover, but kept a tight grip on her as he turned and sneered, facing what had stabbed him.
The object wasn't even considered human. It was taller than him, a six foot giant, with soulless white eyes and as he could tell, didn't have flesh or any human features besides a jumbled outline. It looked as if it were made of small strands of hair, and the musk it brought was metallic and unpleasant, reminding him of blood. In it's hand it held the pocket knife from earlier, the rusted blade pointing out towards him. Before the black clad monster could charge, he took a step back, only for a large, gaping hole to appear behind him.
Kisame growled angrily, jumping to the side with a horrified Hazuki in his arms. An inhuman shriek plowed through the thin air, causing a loud, uncontrollable ringing to blast through Kisame's right ear drum. When it stopped, silence was all that could be heard, and Kisame realized the bastard blew his ear drum.
He ignored the blood running like rivers down his cheeks from the damaged ear, managing to make it to a cabinet over by the bed. The monster, with another shriek, charged towards them.
Hair. Hair was flammable.
The male grabbed a case of rubbing alcohol from the shelves he had noticed earlier, uncapping it with his teeth before throwing it on to the inhuman being, lowering one arm to reach for the match he often kept with him. He wouldn't admit it, but he had a serious smoking addiction he needed to rid himself of soon. Without warning, he threw the open flame towards it, another scream ripping through the silence.
The dark room was once again filled with light, burning the monster alive. Hazuki wanted to scream, to run, to get away, but she couldn't move, she was too afraid in Kisame's arms. He held onto her tightly, as if he would let go, she would shatter right there and burn along with the inhuman creature.
Soon the burning stop, leaving a heavy sent through the air and causing Hazuki to topple over and start coughing erratically, unable to stop. Since the monster was gone, Kisame hoped that the door would no longer but latched shut.
Kisame pulled Hazuki into a bridal-like style hold, cradling her head close to his chest. He wondered if she too had an ear injury, or something even worse. He could figure that out later. The most important objective was saving her.