A/N: I don't think I've given enough personality to Kisame in this installment. And I'm slightly upset about that, because I imagine that Kisame would be a really fun person, probably really chill when not on missions, but able to be serious while working. That's just my sort of input on that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, although on days, I wish upon a falling star that I do.
Kisame - Feisty
Word Count: 617
Feisty.
That, she was, my friend.
As we struggled to get her back to the base, she made sure to give us as much hell as she possibly could. Her capture was an obstacle all in its own. Let's just say her little act even began to put Itachi on edge. And that was saying something. And I don't even want to BEGIN talking about the first couple of days spent interrogating her, until she finally gave in. Not without a long and hard battle, of course; surprisingly, for both sides. Even the ever so calm Pein was getting a little testy. I've got to give her credit, though; she is, no doubt, a lot more than she looks. Seeing a pretty little thing like that manage to make our leader pop a vein was quite a sight.
Interrogations were more than interesting to watch, to say the least. She even withstood the creepy threats made by our very own cannibal, staring him straight in the eye. Her cussing levelled with Hidan's, making her all the more appealing, as strange as it is. Hearing such profanities pour from her mouth was surprising, and you can tell I'm not the only one with widened eyes. When it came to Kakuzu, it was as if intimidation did not exist in her books. Usually, if it got to Kakuzu, people cowered at the sight of the threads and the glare of his scary eyes. The kunoichi merely said a "tch" at this, then followed up by telling him to "piss off", the last two words laced in venom. Either she was stupid, or just insanely brave.
It has been months since that tiring week, and things have fallen to a routine, yet Sakura never failed to surprise occasionally. Like now, when an orange-masked comrade suddenly burst in through the medic room doors, frantically screaming and struggling to hold up a bloody and battered-up Deidara. I watched as she quickly put down her medic scroll and swiftly tied her hair up, instantly switching to medic mode. Making her way towards them, she stood in front of Deidara and heaved his dependant body onto her shoulder without so much as a wince. Covering the ground to the surgical table in less than a few seconds, she put him onto the metal surface and immediately began her work, assessing his injuries and bringing a glowing hand to hover over wherever it was needed. I watched her as she worked, her eyes were hard and her brows knitted together, focusing solely on the task at hand. After a couple hours, she finally declared Deidara to be stabilized, followed by a quiet sigh and leaning against the table with her shoulders slumped in relaxation. Her eyes softened and her face fell with fatigue. I wasn't surprised, though. Although she was powerful in her own right, she didn't have the same chakra reserves that I had and she had obviously used up quite a lot fixing up Deidara. As she was beginning to think that she finally had the chance to rest, an irritating childish voice began to fill the air, words spilling out a mile an hour. I'm not sure if I felt more sorry for Sakura or the masked brat. I would say the latter, if the glare sent his way by the kunoichi was anything to go by.
"OH DEIDARA-SEMPAI! TOBI THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE! TOBI WAS SO SCARED YOU WOULD NEVER COME BACK! TOBI WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITHOU-"
"SHANNARO!"
A blur of pink flashed before me, advancing towards Tobi with a chakra-laced fist, and proceeded to pummel him through the walls of the next couple of rooms.
Feisty.
