❝I don't always know what to do with myself... ❞

"I said, LET ME GO!" Kisha screamed with all her lungs power. "Leave me alone!" she wrestled to get out of his grip. Kisame's dark eyes were fixed on her small form, narrowed into a frown. He hadn't seen her hysterical since the day he brought her to the HQ. Releasing her shoulders he watched her sink into the couch, her knees bent and her arms wrapped tightly around her body. If she was in pain she would certainly not have acted that way, so what the hell was her problem?

Her sobs haunted his ears when he left to his bedroom to change his shirt. Of all places, Suna was indeed one of the warmest. He groaned and rubbed his hands through this thick blue hair. Suddenly flashes appeared in his mind. Memories of her. A frown took over the facial expression on the said bluenette. A memory he most of all just wanted to forget.

Tugging a clean shirt over his head he headed for the kitchen to get himself a drink, ignoring his house-mate's form on the couch. However, from time to time he found himself eyeing her fragile form on the couch. For some reason, it gave him odd feelings to see her like that yet he didn't know what had gotten to her all of a sudden. She always acted tough and strong, but now... That was the reason why he wasn't fond of girls in the Akatsuki. Taking a long sip from the beer in his hand he exhaled loudly before walking over.

"Alright! Tell me what the hell is wrong before I'm gonna force it outta ya!" Kisame demanded. Raising her head, Kisha glared heatedly at him before she tore her eyes off him and turned her head to the side. Another frown appeared on the strong male's face. Her pink dyed bangs stuck to her wet cheeks and her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Judging from her appearance he guessed it was something big, but he couldn't be sure. Moving things aside, he sat on the coffee table in front of her, his arms barricading his heart as he observed her.

"You don't get it," the rednette's voice whispered softly. It was quivering. He cranked an eyebrow upwards, but waited to ask to see if she was going to say more. What did he get? She couldn't blame him for not knowing if she wasn't going to tell him something. Sometimes she just knew how to annoy the hell out of him – massively.

"What don't I get?" he hadn't meant to ask, but since she refused to speak more he decided to break the silence.

"Everything," Kisha hissed and dug her fingernails into the fabric of her jeans. Uttering a 'hm', Kisame leaned back a bit and closed his eyes, waiting for her to tell him something.

"You don't get anything," she began. "You don't understand anything of how I feel at all!" Kisha's voice rose along with the bluenette male's gaze. His small dark eyes narrowed on her.

"Look, if ya gonna scold me, save it! I don't intend to keep up with ya," her arrogant and sarcastic nature was getting the best of him. He pushed himself off the small table.

"Scold you? Blame you? I have EVERY reason to blame you and all YOUR likes!" Kisha barked, flying to her feet with her fists clenched. "I didn't ask to be like this! I never asked to become something... something like YOU! I hate this! I hate the Akatsuki! I have not being able to return home!" her tone rose in step with her heartbeat. The tall muscular man stopped his tracks and turned his front towards her. "Because of you and your kind I'm stuck here! Why don't you just fucking kill me this instant instead of killing me so slowly like you are now!" he was sure she was gone mad now. Asking for something like that was just asking for trouble. His eye scanned her facial profile. He was taking somewhat back by the furious expression her gaze held. He had seen her angry but never like this.

"Whoa little lady! First of all, I brought you there because I was told to. Secondly, I haven't killed you because I haven't been told to," he resorted, earning a snicker from the younger woman.

"Haven't been told to? When the fuck did you start giving shit for that? If you don't like me and my opinion, you're more than free to fucking leave!" her breathing gradually became shallower the more she yelled. Kisame on the other hand just stood there; watching her. Her expression was the same as hers back then. The odd, stingy feeling returned to the bluenette's stomach.

"I still put up with you," Kisame said in a mumbling tone before he turned to kitchen. His beer was still where he had left it a few minutes ago. He heard footsteps and then a door shut. He sighed out. He and his kind, huh? Where the hell did that come from? She wasn't honestly thinking it was a child's play to be in the Akatsuki, did she? Then she was horribly mistaken. The whole thing was giving him a headache.

❝...so please don't judge me… ❞