❝... I guess being left with you is better than being left with the silence...❞

It was a bit past 10am when Kisha looked at the display on her phone. Pushing the warm blanket off her body she glanced at her companion who slept soundless in the very same position as he sat in the moments before she drifted off to sleep. She decided she would let him sleep a little longer, pondering with her own thread last night about leaving. That would indeed be an amusing thought, but probably not in reality.

Stretching out, Kisha pushed herself onto her feet and looked around. The place was really dead after all. At first she had been convinced it was just the time of the night they arrived at, that made it seem left; but now that it was day their assumptions were right enough. Scanning the area, all her eye caught sand, sand and a lot more sand. The sun made the surroundings seem even hotter.

Pitch black eyes cracked open and a frown appeared on his features, once he realized the red head wasn't there. The place was awfully quiet. Getting up he found the latter outside the building they spent the night in, her back was facing him. At least she was still there. Walking up to her, Kisame yawned out.

"It's good to know you're awake" the red head said in sarcastically manner. The blunette merely let out a 'tch' before rolling his eyes. Standing next to her, Kisame scanned the profile of her face from the corner of his eye.

"What's the serious face?" he questioned with a light raised eyebrow. A smile tugged on Kisha's lips as she listened to his words; shook her head. He took her silence for an answer of nothing. However, something tells him there is something up when she is looking serious like that, but he decided not to ask.

"If you're ready, then we are moving on" Kisha broke the silence between the two of them before she walked back to the rocky house. Kisame glanced at her over his shoulder.

"Where? It's better to stay here out of sight and wait for Leader's orders" he stated, walking to the entrance to the house, watching her pack their things together. Packing everything together in the bag from where they came, Kisha looked at him with furrowed brows.

"Look, it's fine if you want to stay here; I am not! Who says the police didn't catch him? You can wait forever then. We don't know what happened, well I don't, and right now, I don't care either. If you want to be dependent on Pein's move, you're free to stay" Kisha retorted, sucking in a deep breath to hold her temper. She was not going to wait for Pein's contact. If he was caught, then what? Then they could stay there forever.

"Have you never thought about moving on with your life?" her voice softened somewhat with her last question as she looked at him; her lips pressed together. The skilled gun-fighter stared silently at her as she shook her head, not bothering to wait for his reply. He could stay there if he wanted to, she could move on with whatever she wanted, but there was something inside him that told him to follow. Casting a quick look around, he spun about and leaned over the car-top.

"What is it now?" the red-head snapped, tightening the grip on her car keys.

"I have a question" Kisame began with a sheepish grin appeared on his rough features. "Where would you go to stay?" his tone was mocking and annoying.

"That'll be no problem! The markets always know what's free for rent and what is not!" she said and stepped into the car. With a roll of his eyes, the blunette copied her move. Apparently she had set her own agenda for the day. That could only go wrong. That chick had no idea what the hell she was doing. However, silence lingered between them as they drove into the capital. It wasn't a bit different from the place they had stayed for the night; apart from all the sand. Once in a while he would glance at her to see if her facial expression cracked or something.

The car got parked in a parking garage before they eventually got out. The air was hot. Damn Suna's hot temperature and all the sand! Kisame cursed under his breath, he could feel slight strands of sweat on his forehead already. Could she at least not have picked somewhere else? There must have been at least a hundred degrees in the sun. Wiping his forehead he pulled off his jacket, revealing his board arms visible through his white t-shirt. He was going to melt if the sun kept roasting from the sky.

❝... because then I know I am not entirely alone❞