Chapter 3
Sakura carefully approached Kisame, staring intently at his rather nasty injury. "They really got you bad huh" She said, mainly to herself, she outreached her hand to trace the broken skin.
Kisame sharply grabbed her hand and pulled his face to hers.
"Yeah well I got them, dead" He mused before throwing her hand back to her side.
Sakura was startled by his outburst of pride and inwardly noted that he may just be as full of pride as Gai-sensei.
The shark slumped back into the sofa cushion and seemed to wince a tiny bit as his chest curved into the not-so soft support.
The pink haired Kunoichi took in the image of such a legendary Shinobi, slouched back into a beaten old sofa, running his blue hand through his even blue-er hair. What a strange sight it was to see such a feared and powerful man acting so, normal. Her eyes lazily trailed down to his painful looking injury, already showing signs of infection. His muscles tensed as he pulled his headband off his forehead and chucked it carelessly onto the table. The sharp clang of metal hitting wood woke her from her tired daze with a start.
She moved quickly over to the table where her backpack was sitting.
"You kept my stuff then" She asked nonchalantly.
"Looking for the scroll" He murmured.
Shit, the scroll. If they don't get that information they are going to kill me. Just stay calm Sakura, we will stay alive by any means necessary, I've got too much information to lose.
"Whatever, I didn't have it so" She sarcastically said back.
"Your a feisty little Kunoichi, aren't you?" Kisame mused "Much like that blonde knuckle-head kid from your village, you know, the one I'm gonna kill eventually" he smirked.
Naruto.
"I'll kill you before you touch him" She growled.
Kisame looked at her tense form through half-lidded eyes "I see, you're a 'friend' I presume then" he chuckled at the thought.
"Yes, and team mate" She seethed "You wouldn't stand a chance anyway". Good job Sakura, let's just piss him right off.
"Is that so?" Kisame stood from the couch, mere inches away from Sakura "I guess that makes you that medic, Tsunade's project huh".
Sakura noticeably flinched as she felt his chakra close in around her, he was close. "What of it?" She replied, trying to steady her voice.
"Well well" Kisame grinned "Then you were the one that took down Sasori".
Oh no, now he's gonna have a grudge against me, Jesus I've put my foot in it this time.
"I hated that arrogant little prick" Kisame let out an almost ground shaking laugh "Glad he's gone". He slumped back down onto the sofa, one arm behind his head for support. "Now where's my medicine nurse".
Kisame had noticeably changed his mood, was he less confident he could kill her? Maybe, probably not. She had made him laugh somehow, and it eased her discomfort if only a little.
"Jesus don't call me that you sound like some kind of pervert" As soon as the words left her mouth, Sakura instantly regretted them. She dropped her guard for just a second and her big mouth chose those words, of all the things she could have said to quicken her impending doom.
Another ground-rattling laugh escaped Kisame's lips "You are so much more interesting that Itachi, guy barely speaks".
Itachi, the man that drove Sasuke to madness. What i'd give to get my hands on him.
He laughed, again, that was a good sign. Sakura thought of dragging out the conversation, maybe giving him false Intel, trying to stall him for even a few minutes maybe. But he would be smarter than that for sure, he would suss her out then kill her there and then. No, she needed to play this smart, Tsunade would have noticed her absence and sent someone for her. She just had to play it out.
"Right, lay back and relax, it's started to get infected but first i'll have to check internally" her medical background took over and she instantly began laying out ointments and bandages.
"Whatever doc, just fix me up, I don't want no ugly scars".
"Don't want any proof that someone got so close to the great Kisame?" She said quietly.
"Nah, don't want to turn off any ladies".
Sakura looked at him disgusted, what a vain human being, kind of.
The medic pulled on some gloves and began to fill her palms with green chakra, she placed them ever so close to his rough looking skin and let her chakra infiltrate his body.
Kisame winced slightly at the feeling.
"Not good" Sakura bit her lip "You've got two broken ribs, i'm surprised you can still move that arm" She stated as she pulled her hand to his wrist, She lifted it gently as if treating a Konoha-ninja.
"Does that hurt?" She asked seriously.
"It's bearable" Kisame said through closed teeth.
"Hm" She continued up his arm, feeling for any collateral damage that may have been cause by such a forceful blow. She huffed at the restrictions of her glove and snapped the thing off her hand as if it burnt her skin. She moved her hand back to his arm, tracing from his wrist up to his elbow, which she manoeuvred one too many times, just for good measure.
"Hs, I told you to heal this massive great big cut, not give me a damn massage" Kisame snapped.
She glared dangerously at him before moving up to his bicep, where she prodded her fingers here and there, giving his arm a vigorous check-up. She found herself tracing the lines of definition of his muscles, noting that his skin was less shark-like than anticipated. She became fascinated but just what this man was, did he feel touch the same as she did? Did he feel pain the same way?
She snapped back to his quizzical face and fumbled her glove back onto her hand. "Going to check your organs, they will need repairing first" She said in a very matter-of-fact way.
Sakura let her chakra fill into his skin once again, this time weaving past his broken bones and into his lungs "Jesus" She let out. She whizzed her head round, hand still in place and grabbed a small tin of ointment off the table.
"Your left lung is punctured!" She quickly set to work, working the ointment into the skin no longer than half a second before Kisame through her ointment covered hand off his chest.
Sakura was taken back by his force, had she done something wrong?
Are sharks allergic to this or something?!
"You better not be feeding me anything funny Kunoichi!" he bellowed.
"What? No I-"
"Cause even if you poisoned me, you don't think we would have the antidote her? Every kind of poison Sasori made, we made an antidote" Kisame half-grinned, and it was a terrifying one.
"Jesus let me speak! It's just a herbal remedy that helps repair inner tissue!" She protested, trying to show him the harmless mess on her hand.
He huffed at her and settled back into his sofa. Kisame must have moved too quick, because it looked like that manoeuvre made his face wince, he panted slightly before resuming his not-interested expression.
"You should be dead with that injury" She mumbled "How are you still alive?".
Kisame turned his head away, clearly uninterested by the girls fascination.
The pink haired girl replaced her other hand back onto his chest, suddenly flushed with the realisation of their proximity. She may as well have been straddling him, she had to be close enough to be precise. But she had never done anything like this on someone who was still concious.
Her chakra began to repair the lung tissue slowly, using the ointment to calm the irritated skin. He chakra was met with an unusual thing, something inside Kisame's own body was repairing his tissue as well, just about slowing the internal bleeding to a somewhat safe pace.
So that's it, he can heal himself, even if it is just barely. It must be his chakra, he must have so much of it.
Sakura was becoming more and more fascinated by her patient by the second. With the help of the extra chakra it only took about 15 minutes of pure silence and concentration to repair the lung to almost as good as new.
She peeled her hands away from his chest and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. Sakura actually felt quite proud of herself. She leaned back over, this time at a safer distance and sat on the wooden table.
Kisame must have noticed a slight smirk appear on her face and became curious. He was actually quite impressed, in himself for clearly impressing the young woman in front of him, and with said young woman for performing such a dangerously precise operation on him without slipping up.
"Don't look too proud of yourself girl, still gotta fix this thing" He grumbled, pointing to his still visible gash across his chest.
"Well just be thankful you are still alive! There is a reason Sasori is dead" She replied, almost smug. "And for the record, Kankuro, Gaara's brother, didn't die. I saved his life from that grotesque puppet thing" She spat out.
Kisame raised and eyebrow, he was actually quite impressed. No one had been able to counteract Sasori's own poison, and yet this 18 year old girl did it like it was nothing.
Sakura felt awkward standing in their silence, wondering whether or not he actually thought of her as some sort of opponent or not. So she got back to work on his broken ribs and infected wound. As she was getting to work on his ribs, known to be a painful spot to fix, she felt him slowly drop his guard a tiny bit and his breathing evened out.
He's passed out. I'm impressed he even managed to stay alive this long, let alone stay on his guard. And to think, I thought he just had a scratch. That man has some serious stamina i'll give him that.
Sakura sat silently, working away on his unconscious body, careful not to wake him.