The OCs Kisha & Kenai truly belongs to me! Thank you in regards

❝... it will feel like a knife… ❞

Home is a place they say. Apparently they aren't aware that it certainly also is a feeling; a feeling that gives warmth and comfort.

"How are things going at home?" Kisha's voice dried out. She couldn't say she hadn't missed him, and she couldn't say that being around him right now didn't make her happy. Right now she was happier than she had been for a long time. Amethyst irises were locked on the certain female who couldn't bring herself to pull out of his embrace.

"You're… suffocating me…" the taller male said, rubbing her back before she eventually let go. "We're holding up alright. Right now things are calmed down, but unfortunately that isn't everything," he began as they settled down around the table. Folding her hands on the table, Kisha waited patiently for him to go on – a small frown became visible on her features.

"Knowing that you are gone, Jiro's scum is terrorizing the streets way more. It's becoming more difficult to drive on the streets after sunset," he explained calmly. "But we are keeping it!" he quickly added once he saw the expression that lingered on his childhood friend's face. Muttering a quiet 'hm', Kisha looked out the window absentminded. At least Kisame said he was going to town to look for supplies – she couldn't stand the thought of being around him all the time. He did nothing but bother her. In honesty, she felt like a bird in a cage.

"How's my brother doing?" she asked monotonic. Said violet haired male opened his mouth and closed it quickly again. How could he tell her? He missed her terribly every day, but he knew that telling her that, Kisha would feel awful and become really upset.

"The others wanted to come, but I told them that bringing them along wouldn-"

"Kenai… that was not what I asked. How's my brother doing?" Kisha's voice rose a bit, which she rarely did. He didn't have to ask her, he could see all too clear she was hurt inside. He swallowed a lump down his throat. He was glad she wasn't looking at him but the landscape outside, he could simply not bear to see the hurt look in her eyes.

"He's fine. He keeps himself busy with work and whatnot. Sometimes it amazes me how he manages to keep up with all his dancing while he works as much as he does," the man no older than her, said with a small laugh. A smile crossed her lips. It seemed like he hadn't changed much at all.

"I see. What about Emi?" she asked yet another question that had nothing to do with the reason why he was in Suna at all. However, Kenai wasn't stupid. He knew she was depressed and missed home; else she wouldn't be asking so much into 'small' things like those.

"Well, she's asking a lot about you and why you suddenly disappeared. She's… getting older I suppose you can call it," it was rather obvious he didn't know how to tell her she missed her 'big sister' at home.

"I guess…" Kisha trailed off. Tearing her gaze away from the window she looked him in the eye, forcing a smile onto her lips. A smile he had seen so many times before when she didn't want him to worry.

"I'm getting used to it here. Suna isn't so bad when it comes to it," the owner of forest coloured orbs broke the silence in between them. "People here are nicer than in Amega, but it'll never replace Iwa, ever. But it's nice to be out of the Akatsuki even if it's only on short terms. I don't miss it though, I guess it's more or less become a daily life being rumoured and such," she continued.

"And your 'house-mate'?" Kenai questioned; earning himself a groan when the female stood up to pour herself a glass of water.

"I'll live. He's still determined Pein escaped the cops and is hiding somewhere out there, waiting to make his move," the explanation wouldn't even tell lies. It was a blunt fact that Kisame had more or less let it become his 'mission' to bring the Akatsuki back. Nodding his head, Kenai exhaled softly.

"Just want to let you know, if there is anything up, don't hesitate to call. We are just waiting for you to tell us what to do… somehow… we are also a part of this," the violetnette stated. Muttering an apology, Kisha didn't know what else she could do. She wasn't fond of the idea to be an Akatsuki in the first place, but dragging people into it was even worse. Having a long drive home, they said goodbye, agreeing to keep in touch if anything came up.

[X]

"I'm back!" Kisame's voice echoed in the apartment when he shut the front door and locked it, placing his pistols on the table there. "Jesus, don't tell me you forgot to le-" he wasn't able to finish his sentence as soon as he stepped into the living room and find his temporary partner on the couch with her face buried in her arms; shoulders shaking lightly. "C'mon now what's the commotion!" as he approached her slight shaking form, small, odd sounds echoed in his head. "Look at me for Christ sake!" he grew annoyed when she didn't respond.

"Let fucking go of me and leave me alone!" barked the redhead as her head shot up it caught him of guard. Her eyes red and swollen and tears constantly kept coming from her. "NOW!" she screeched, fighting to tear herself out of his grip when he lifted her up by her shoulders to have a better look at her. He hadn't expected to see her like this.

"What the hell is wrong?" his brow furrowed some, not releasing the grip he had on her shoulders. Knowing her temper was one thing, but seeing her show emotions was definitely something else than what he was used to. Somehow, it all confirmed him in one thing; she was still just a girl.

❝...when you remember you can't go back❞