❝...I'm anxious every time you're too close to me…❞

Neither of them had spoken a word since the dinner. Asura and Itachi had gone to bed, which seemed like a bright idea to Kisha. Stripping off her clothes she tugged her oversize t-shirt over her head. Sitting on the edge of the bed she guided her brush through her thick, red hair. Just when her back was about to hit the mattress, she heard a door open and shut again shortly after; causing her to snap right back up again.

"What are you doing in my room?" forest coloured optics narrowed as a certain bluenette made appearance in her bedroom.

"You practically kicked me out of my own room, and I don't have intentions of sleeping on the couch," his answer was quite blunt. With a snort and short shrug of her shoulders, Kisha lay down on her side so her back was facing him before mumbling something about she didn't care. She felt the other part of the bed shift as he sunk onto it.

Wrapping the sheets tighter around her body she made a small flinch; she felt cold. Her entire body felt like a huge ice-cube.

"Why didn't ya go home?" Kisame broke the silence as he made himself comfortable on his one side, his back to her. The question gave an uncomfortable taste in the rednette's mouth and her stomach flip. Pulling the covers over her neck she slowly turned over on her back. Glancing at the ceiling she tried to find an answer.

"When you grow up in Iwa's districts like I did, you do know a rumour spreads faster than within a blink of an eye. The police will be all over me if they see me there… they'd question me for the Akatsuki's whereabouts," she responded in slow manner.

"What difference would that even make to you? You hate the whole thing," dark eyes looked at the female over his board shoulder. He wasn't expecting her to explain herself. Honestly he wasn't expecting anything. The need of light in the room made it harder for him to read her facial expression, so he could only guess what it'd be like.

"I don't need to give you a reason to kill me," Kisame exhaled deeply from hearing that comment. She still went on about that? "Another thing though, I'm not informer," Kisha added. Until now she had claimed to have every reason to bust the entire thing and now she more or less said she had no intentions of doing so. He couldn't wrap his mind around her way of thinking. He decided he would stop trying already seeing all he gained from it was headaches. The conversation died out once again. Letting his eyelids slip closed he prepared to drift off. He cracked one eye open when he heard the young woman next to him stir and make some noise.

Turning over on his back he took a glance at her. She had turned over on her side again so her back was facing him, her body tightly wrapped into the covers. Was she freezing or was it just something he imagined? Kisame had a good intuition.

"How can you be cold in this heat?" he asked bluntly. However, he was not going to get an answer from her as she continued to curl herself into a ball. "The least you can do is answering," he said. Watching her for a little he turned over to pull his strong arm over her waist and drag her small body against his with ease.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Kisha tried to keep her voice low considering there were other people sleeping in the next room.

"I'm doing you a favour so be quiet," he murmured and closed his eyes. Wriggling and pushing, Kisha tried to get out of his strong grip but all attempts in vain. Breathing hard through her nose, Kisha tried her best not to throw a tantrum that would wake up the entire place. She didn't ask for any favours! She felt awkward, no nervous like this. It wasn't him to do something so abruptly. She could not hide the face she felt uncomfortable in his hold.

"Give it a rest… I'm not going to hurt you," he growled sleepily. As much as the red haired woman wanted to, she found it difficult to relax. She wasn't comfortable with having him this close to her. He knew how much she hated him. While sleeping she was an easy target if he suddenly caught the idea of executing her or something.

She lay just there, listening to the silence and his deep breathing behind her. Adjusting a little she tried to move his arm off of her, but still no use. The more she struggled, the more tired she became and more strength left her body. Straightening herself in most possible way she couldn't help but notice the warmth he gave away.

❝...I must tell myself you won't hurt me …❞