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Chapter Ten
Capsize
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How could you have ever known,
If I never let it show?
Now I just want to know
Are you-?
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"Her fucking titty is out."
"...I can see that you moron."
"Why is she sleeping in the closet with all the fucking sheets?"
"Shut up, Hidan! Hey, Sakura-chan? Sakura, wake up, yeah."
It took Sakura a little longer than she'd have liked to realize that the voices from above were talking about her. Something gentle shook her shoulder and her consciousness snapped back immediately as she yelped, eyes flying open wide.
She blinked slowly, gathering her bearings as one bright blue eye came into her eye-line.
"Deidara?" She croaked, unsure as to why he was in her room. Had she overslept or something? The blond in question nodded slowly, acting as if she were some cornered animal he was trying not to scare off.
Sakura looked around, aware now that Deidara wasn't in her room because she wasn't in her room. She was still in the linen closet and must have fallen asleep at some point, though she had no idea how long she'd been there for or why. It took her a few moments to remember but when she did, she groaned and threw her head against the wall.
'Kisame...'
Suddenly a draft crept past the pair of legs that obscured her blurry view from the outside of her little makeshift napping place, fluttering across her skin, and only then did she become aware of the fact that her goddamn tits were out.
'And you have no pants on.'
She screamed and flailed, wrapping one of the sheets that covered her legs around her chest tightly her face now burning fiercely. Deidara just looked at her sheepishly and Hidan, who sounded more than pleased with the display she had out in front, teased, "You know, pinky, if you wanted to get off, you didn't have to hide in the fuckin' closet. You could have come and gotten me."
Sakura's blush flared deeper, possibly with more anger than mortification, but still very mortified, nonetheless. The blond's head snapped towards Hidan - she now realized with great irritation - momentarily before coming back down to look at her. He was uncomfortably close, but his voice held a concern she'd been surprised to hear even from him.
"Hey, did something happen? Why are you sleeping in here, yeah?"
"I..." She pulled her sheet tighter around her arms, desperately trying to form some sort of story that would explain her behavior. She didn't feel like recounting any of the previous evening's events to Deidara - and especially not Hidan - because to do so even a little bit would surely open everything up to question. And those questions were ones she was not ready to answer yet, if ever. "I just came to get some towels and I...fell."
'Oh, that was genius. Truly they'll never see behind that ruse... freaking idiot.'
Deidara's eyebrow rose up into his hairline and Hidan looked non-plussed, as if he could care less, but she could see a smirk trying to form on his face. Sakura fought down her blush.
"You...fell?" Deidara started, biting his lip to keep the bubble of laughter surely trying to break out. Clearly, he didn't believe her, but Sakura doubled down.
"Yes."
"Into the linen closet?"
"Yes..."
"...and somehow you passed out and..." He looked like he was considering his next words carefully, "ripped your shirt?"
"And now your titty is out. Good game for all of us, I say." Hidan laughed and she shot him a furious look.
"Yes, Deidara," She ground out between clenched teeth. If he so much as asked one more question, she'd punch both of them through the wall. She exhaled and forced her face into something akin to softness before looking at him, "Will you just... help me up please?"
Whether he could feel the murderous intent rolling off of the pinkette or whether he just didn't care whether she was lying or not, Sakura didn't know, but when he stood and offered his hand to her, she was grateful. She took it and pulled herself up, careful to keep the sheet in place and praying it wouldn't slip and reveal that she also had no bottoms on.
Deidara backed up to allow her space before he spoke, a big smile gracing his face, hand coming to rub the back of his head sheepishly, "Well, Sakura-chan, just be more careful next time, yeah. Those linen closets can be tricky, y'know?"
Sakura breathed an internal sigh of relief that despite the tone that clearly indicated he didn't believe not one ounce of her thinly veiled bullshit, he didn't push the issue further. That relief was cut very short, however, when Hidan's hand shot out and grabbed her chin.
"Hey, what is that?" He tilted her head in his grip just the slightest, trying to get a better look at something on her neck. She snapped her face away from him defensively, "Don't fucking pull away, let me see!"
It took her a minute to realize what exactly he was trying to see but the look on his face told her everything she needed to know. Sakura felt all of the color drain from her face as Hidan's violet eyes lingered on her uncomfortably, narrowing suspiciously. He sniffed the air as if confirming something and what they both knew he now knew.
'Shit, probably should have healed that.'
Sakura tightened the sheet against her throat, desperately wishing she could disappear, her wobbly legs now even more uncooperative. Deidara just looked confused, clearly not having seen what Hidan had, but very interested now, trying to catch a peak at what Hidan had seen. She leaned back as if trying to squirm away from him, the air suddenly extremely heavy.
"Holy shit." A whisper, punctuated with disbelief, came from the silver-haired Jashinist's mouth, his eyes glimmering with...something. Whatever it was, Sakura knew it wasn't good.
"What?" Deidara said, frustration rising in his voice, clearly unamused that he wasn't in on it. His gaze fell on Sakura now, who looked like she wanted to puke, but remained silent, nonetheless.
"Holy. Shit."
"What the fuck is happening right now, yeah?" Asked Deidara "Hidan, what is wrong with y-"
"You fucked him."
The words, angry and brimming with disbelief, hit Sakura like a slap in the face. She tried to muster up some anger of her own to counteract the way Hidan was staring at her, as if he could see inside of her, but found herself unable to do anything. She wanted to retort, to say that she'd never and if he said it again she'd kick him straight in the balls, but all she could manage to do was keep her gaze averted, eyes burning a hole into the floor.
"Who- What? Who fucked who?!" Deidara sputtered. If he had been confused before, he was lost now, looking between the two others, trying to decipher just what the hell Hidan was talking about.
"You fucked him...didn't you?" Hidan seethed, the malice in his voice reaching a strange crescendo and Sakura flinched.
"Well, I'm lost, yeah." Deidara sighed, arms going up in a defeated shrug as it was becoming clear that no one was going to shine any light here.
"She fucked Shark-face!" The silver-haired man laughed with indignant anger, turning towards the blond man at his side. Deidara's mouth fell open, eyes widening first at Hidan and then falling on Sakura, who was still looking away.
Hidan continued, "I can fucking smell him all over her. And this," Hidan's hand grabbed at her sheet and yanked it down, just enough to reveal the bite mark that set just in the crook of her throat, "makes it pretty fucking obvious!"
Sakura bristled and pulled away from him, shooting him a look, "What I do, Hidan, is none of your damn business." She looked to Deidara, almost pleadingly, something akin to sadness in her eyes.
Deidara wasn't sure what to say. He certainly didn't feel any anger about it, like Hidan so obviously did. And he'd have to be pretty damn blind to not see that the Mist-nin had some sort of interest in Sakura, that had been pretty apparent. He was, however, pretty surprised that Sakura had returned that interest. Well... Good for them, Deidara thought. Maybe now, Kisame could wiggle that stick out of his ass a little, having gotten him a piece.
"So what?" Deidara said, a casual smile floating up on his face, "Why do you care so much, yeah?"
"Why do I- She's a fucking hostage, you retard! He can't just-" Hidan was sputtering now, clearly irritated that Deidara didn't share his indignation. Had everyone lost their fucking minds around here? "He can't-she's a fucking hostage!" He repeated, clearly running out of good reasons as to why something like that shouldn't have happened.
Deidara just shrugged, clearly nonplussed, "Kinda sounds like you're just mad that she's not sleeping with you, Hidan."
And with that, deciding that if Sakura wanted to talk to him about it that she'd seek him out, Deidara stuffed his hands casually into his cloak and turned, making his way toward his room. It really wasn't anyone else's business anyway.
"Hey wait a fuckin' second! Deidara, get back here!" Hidan bolted after him, leaving a very relieved Sakura in the hallway, "Why aren't you pissed about this! You're always stuck up her ass like a goddamn pet-" Hidan's indignation trailed off as both of the men disappeared from her sight.
Sakura exhaled, thanking the heavens above that she had at least one good friend here, and silently thanked said friend for getting that bastard off of her back, for now. She really should do something nice for Deidara, he had been nothing but great since she'd gotten here.
Not wanting to waste such an excellent distraction she skittered off to her quarters, intent to shower and get some clothes before she figured out exactly how she was going to proceed with the rest of the day, especially after the travesty that had been last night.
Or she would have done that, were it not for the face that had now come out of the wall right next to her door, almost scaring the literal shit out of her
"OH, MY GOD!" She screamed, a band of wild horses taking off in her chest, and she pressed herself against the other wall, hands clutching her trusty sheet so tight her fingers might break.
"Hello."
Sakura's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. There was... a man(?)... in the wall(?) and now he was looking at her with the most unusual face she had ever seen.
"We didn't mean to frighten you, Haruno-san. Our apologies. "
Sakura closed her mouth, her heartbeat slowing just enough to allow her to gather her thoughts. He didn't mean to frighten her? What exactly did he think would happen then, popping out of walls like that? 'Oh, hello there, strange wall-guy, what's that? You didn't mean to make me piss myself? Oh, not at all, not at all. Fancy a cup of tea?'
'Wait, did he just say we?'
Her head darted around in all directions, looking for someone else, until satisfied there was no one else, narrowed her eyes and spoke, slowly, "What do you mean we?"
"He means me, tart. Quit staring."
Sakura blinked. Okay this place was, without a doubt, officially getting to her. Clearly, she'd been here way too long and her brain just couldn't handle it. She buried down the irritation she felt at being called 'tart' of all things and took a second to analyze the - man? thing? - peering out at her.
His face was split down the middle, one side was white and clearly the more human-looking part of him; the other side was black and seemed for all the world, immovable, its one feature a strangely shaped, glowing yellow eye. The color of the white side's eye matched but looked much more like an eye and less like a round, sulfur hole. His hair, on one hand, was a lovely shade of forest green, so he had that going for him.
"Wh- Who are you?" She narrowed her eyes again, feeling somewhat bad for almost letting the 'what' slip. Even if he was strange, it wasn't very polite to call him that.
"Our name is Zetsu. It is a pleasure to meet you at last, Haruno Sakura."
"Um... likewise. Why are you in my wall, Zetsu?"
"Her wall? Mouthy little- Don't be rude. It's a method that we use to travel, Haruno-san. As I said before, we are sorry if we alarmed you."
"It's alright, I suppose. Just a little jarring," She laughed nervously, "I take it that you're another member then?"
Zetsu nodded and then, fluidly, the surrounding wall began to shift until a body formed in front of her, clad in that signature cloak, and something else attached to him that Sakura was certain she had never seen the likes of before.
This guy, with the split-colored face and the personality to match, had a strange structure around his upper half that looked like some kind of carnivorous plant. She couldn't be sure that was indeed what it actually was, and she sure as hell wasn't going to ask, but she definitely couldn't compare it to anything else. It was reminiscent of a venus fly trap, but instead of little spindle-like hair protrusions at its edges, the teeth were thick and waxy like the rest of it.
'How very strange, fascinating really. Ino would have a field day with this guy.'
The medic in Sakura was tumbling over herself at the thought of getting this phenomenal specimen on her table, but present Sakura was very wary of him. He'd been polite so far - a few comments from that other side notwithstanding - but she felt it very strange that this was the first time she'd ever met him, not mention even seen him. Had he been here the entire time? Just hiding in walls and spying on-
'Oh god. No, no, no. We're not going to consider that train of thought. No thank you.'
"Why haven't I met you yet, Zetsu-san?"
"We don't normally spend much time here, you see. We're usually on other missions. Important shit, tart, and no business of yours."
Was it possible to punch one side of his face without the other side feeling it? Sakura inhaled sharply. That bit of insight did stand to make her feel a little bit better, knowing that he probably hadn't seen her naked.
'Or doing other, more scandalous things, like getting plowed on the kitchen table.'
Sakura's face flared with pink as that thought surfaced but she ignored it, turning her attention back to Zetsu, "Not that I'm ungrateful, Zetsu-san but why are you introducing yourself now?"
"We were sent to fetch you, Haruno-san. Leader-sama wishes to have an audience with you." Oh, she supposed that made sense. "So maybe put some pants on, tart."
Her hand clenched in her sheet again, seriously considering if it were worth dying over, to pound this guy's face in the dirt. Before she could make any move to do so, however, the nicer Zetsu spoke.
"We'll give you some time to prepare, Haruno-san. Take as much as you need, you may just call for us when you are ready."
Sakura nodded blankly and then Zetsu sank into the floor, disappearing from view. As she made her way to retrieve some clothes for her shower, she refused to let herself think about the strangeness that was her life now. She wouldn't think about unusual plant men who hid in walls, about angry religious zealots who'd never let her hear the end of it, about surely devious organization leaders who kept her here for reasons that were beyond her.
Most importantly, Sakura decided as she opened her dresser, she definitely wouldn't think about certain dangerous and intriguing shark men even as the sting on her throat - and on her heart - led her thoughts back to him every time.
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Yeah, I'm fine.
Drop tears in the morning...
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Kisame sat at the edge of the water, as grey dawn broke over the sky and rain continued to pour mercilessly around him. He looked out in the distant, unbroken cloud cover and lifted his thumb to his mouth, breaking the skin with his teeth before slamming his hand to the ground.
"Kuchiyose no Jutsu."
Suddenly, a massive great white shark filled the depths around him, its black beady eyes immediately honing in on its summoner. Anyone else wouldn't have seen the expression it wore, that look of mild surprise and annoyance as if it had been interrupted from something important.
"Well look at this," It spoke now, its voice a deep grating baritone as it regarded Kisame, "It's been a long time, eh, pup?"
"My apologies Shimizu-sama. I've been... preoccupied." Kisame's voice as he spoke was more ragged than usual, crackling from exhaustion and overuse and, later, from disuse.
The shark scoffed incredulously, sniffing the water and air with its huge snout before regarding Kisame, "Preoccupied? Is that what your kind call it?"
Kisame didn't respond to this, merely letting his feet dangle off into the water. He wasn't even certain why he'd summoned the elder shark in the first place. Maybe it really had just been a long time, maybe he was curious about the shiver, or maybe he was lonely. He didn't know. The shark clan that he had made his summoning pact with had a surprising way of being pretty insightful, despite appearances, and Shimizu was the wisest of them all. One kind of had to be, to carry an entire clan.
"Not that I don't appreciate the consideration, pup," Shimizu sneered, shaking his large body just the slightest to show his irritation at having been ignored, before continuing, "What did you call me for? I don't smell any other blood here and it's not like you to make such social calls."
Kisame smirked. Ahh, he'd been called out, "Is it that surprising that I might just have wanted to talk, Shimizu-ojiisan?"
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Give in to the lonely...
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The shark perked slightly at the nickname but bristled shortly after, sticking his snout up in indignance, "Watch your tone, boy, don't forget who you're speaking to." Kisame raised his hands up defensively, smirk still evident on his face, but there was no denying the lightened air that now hung over the two.
"Mother was asking about you recently. She worries you know. I tell her not to be concerned for you, as you can clearly handle yourself." Shimizu said with a scoff, appearing as if he didn't care much. Kisame knew this wasn't true, if anything, he knew the elder shark cared a great deal. The shiver had been more of a family to him than any he'd ever had. It was the closest he assumed he'd ever get to one.
"How is she doing?"
"You know Hatsuki, always concerned needlessly about something or the other. She concerns herself with you more than she should, that's for sure." Shimizu muttered something beneath the water that sounded suspiciously like 'ungrateful' and Kisame felt just the smallest bit of guilt swell up.
"I'm sorry I haven't come to visit," Kisame said softly as he ran his hand over the surface of the water, eyes looking down into its depths. It had been quite a few years since he'd been to Reiketsuna Reef, it probably wouldn't kill him to pop in for a visit every now and then.
The large shark shifted to look at him now and sighed. He never had been very good at staying angry at the boy. Shimizu regarded him carefully; there was something different about him. Something that smelled decidedly more human. Even the soft, unsure way Kisame was speaking now belied something that the elder shark had never seen in him before.
"Well you should be," Shimizu started gruffly but changed his tone as he continued, "The newest pups were just born. Amayoke-chan is quite proud. I'm sure they'd like to meet you."
"Amayoke is having pups now? It really has been a long time, she was a pup the last time I saw her." Kisame said in surprise, chuckling mirthfully.
"Indeed. Her very first litter. A strong group too, all males and one female."
"How many are there?"
"Seven in all. Mother is quite fond of the female especially, Amayoke calls her Eimi. She is quite a little hunter too, more so than her brothers. Vicious little thing. You would like her." Shimizu puffed proudly, clearly fond of the little pup as well.
Kisame couldn't help the smile that settled on his lips. Amayoke had been the exact same. Though much smaller than the rest of her siblings and a runt by every definition of the word, the young shark had something of a rebellious streak. Kisame had been there when she was born and he could still remember her mother and Hatsuki-sama being very concerned that she wasn't going to survive. Amayoke had surprised them all, with a fierce nature that not only had her surviving but thriving. She had been a vicious little thing even back then, and very fond of Kisame especially, often taking to latching onto his arm to play when he'd come to visit. He still had a couple of scars from her affection for her 'Kisa-oniisan'.
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And here it comes with no warning...
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"You smell of something, pup. And not just of the female I can smell all over you. Something else, it's... different than usual."
Kisame was snapped back into the present by the gruff voice speaking through the water. He didn't really know what to say to that. He ignored the burning in his chest and sneered, frustrated that it had returned. Again.
"So, pup, does she have a name? Your mate?" Though he wasn't one for such intimate conversation with the Mist-nin, Shimizu couldn't help but be curious. It was unlike the boy to act so unusually, and he couldn't detect any of the bloodlust he could normally smell on him. It seemed this female had the pup in quite a stir.
The Mist-nin's hardened eyes never left the water, his voice irritable as he responded, "She's not my mate." The last word left his mouth hurriedly, spat out as if it had physically hurt to say it.
"Oh no?" The elder shark chortled, his interest peaking, "What is she then, if not your mate?"
Kisame stiffened for a moment and relaxed suddenly, shoulders slumping in a way that he couldn't even help. A staggered exhale belied his frustration.
"I don't know what she is."
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Capsize.
I'm first in the water,
Too close to the bottom.
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Shimizu couldn't help but shake his massive head at the boy's behavior. It was only natural, he'd supposed, that something like this would happen at some point. He remembered something that Hatsuki had said to Kisame once, years ago, when the boy was still young. It had been right after he'd left his village and though he'd always been a particularly hard child, he had been very clearly affected by the situation. The pup would never admit it out loud, but he had loved that land he'd called home once.
He'd been sitting at the edge of the cenote in one of the caves near the reef, with this sulky look on his face - not quite unlike now, the elder shark thought amusedly - when Hatsuki had come to see if he would be participating in a hunt with the rest of the shiver. She knew he hated the taste of raw fish, so he rarely ever partook in such feedings, but he was an excellent hunter nonetheless, and she so enjoyed when he visited.
To see him in such a state had brought her significant strife.
When she'd asked, he hadn't responded with more than a look. His face was as hard as stone, but his eyes clearly shone with a pain that resounded in Hatsuki. She'd always been quite sensitive, his Hatsuki, and especially for their kind. Her own shiver had cast her out for being too 'warm-blooded' as they put it, a grievous insult that had hurt her deeply. This pain the boy was feeling, the one he refused to show, she had felt it too and it bothered her to see him in this manner.
'Kisame-kun, there should be no shame in hurting. Not even sharks should be so cold-blooded. If your shiver has turned its back on you, there is no reason that you cannot start your own.'
Such a wise, old soul, his Hatsuki.
"You know, pup," Shimizu started, his black eyes hardening, as he turned towards Kisame fully, "Mother has been trying to get you to start your own shiver for years now. She thinks it would be... good for you. Maybe she is right."
Kisame laughed loudly at this, as if the idea of him with a family was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. To him, it was unthinkable, unheard of. Truly the old geezer had gone soft on him.
"Your age must really be catching up to you, old man, if you think that's true."
The elder shark couldn't help the low chuckle that rumbled forth. He'd berate the boy later for his insolence, but for now, he might be inclined to agree.
"Perhaps, but at least I am not lying to myself, boy."
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I'm right back where I started.
I said I'm fine...
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Kisame's head snapped toward the shark, irritation and frustration written all over his face. The old bastard always had a way of getting just under his skin and before he could stop it, all that he'd been so unwilling to say to himself spilled from his mouth.
"I tried! I did my fucking part! She's the one who clearly doesn't want anything to do with me." He bit his tongue, surprising himself as the admission came out. He sighed deeply before continuing, clearly giving up the internal battle to keep himself hidden, "She's afraid of me."
Shimizu couldn't help his own surprise. He had never seen the boy so upset about anything and though Hatsuki had always hoped that one day he'd take a mate, the elder shark honestly hadn't expected that Kisame ever would. He put such trivialities - as the pup considered them - far beneath the freedom that his lifestyle would provide. He never seemed to understand the importance of continuing bloodlines or even just the excitement spawning seemed to provide. It was something he didn't ever appear to want or have time for, so to see him so worked up over a female was unusual to see.
Shimizu chuckled inwardly, maybe the pup was just finally growing up.
"And why do you think that is, Kisame-boy?"
The Mist-nin narrowed his eyes at the massive shark, huffing irritably, "I have no idea."
"Don't you? Have you perhaps given her a reason to be afraid of you?"
The elder shark didn't miss the slight flinch on Kisame's face, and he had to repress another great laugh. The boy was hopeless after all.
"A little aggression is good when the situation, or the female, calls for it, pup. But some females respond to different methods and sometimes you can come across as a little intense."
"All of this coming from a damn shark." Kisame scoffed.
"Maa but you are not a shark are you, pup?" Kisame's face scrunched at that, confused, as Shimizu continued, "You may look the part, Kisame-boy, but unfortunately for you, you have been cursed with humanity. There may be parts of you that are very much like a shark but within you still courses the warm blood of a human, despite your attempts to chill it so."
Kisame sneered, a deep frustration he couldn't hope to bury evident on his face. This conversation was not going the way he'd hoped it would.
"I must be going now, pup. Mother gets worried if I don't return to participate in the morning hunt. Think of what I said. Or don't. But do come to the Reef soon, Mother would be so pleased to see you as would the rest of the shiver. Maybe, you could bring your..." Shimizu tried to think of a human word that wasn't 'mate' since apparently, the boy didn't like that, "Friend? Is that not what your kind calls it? Hatsuki would be beside herself with excitement to meet the female that has her 'Kisame-kun' so riled up."
"I will... think about it," Kisame said distantly, peering out once more into the trees.
"Good, we would be happy to have you in the shiver again, however briefly. Oh, and you might want to consider some sort of gift, pup."
The shark-nin's features turned to confusion, "I've never brought a gift before."
"Not for us, boy! For your ma- 'friend', I have heard that females of your kind appreciate things like pointless little knickknacks and the like." The shark laughed loudly at the look on Kisame's face. Clearly, the thought of him doing something so mundane as gift-giving wasn't as funny as Shimizu found it. Still, it wasn't a horrible idea, he thought, humans were such sentimental things after all and it probably wouldn't hurt his case.
With a definitive 'poof' the elder shark was gone and Kisame was alone with his thoughts once more.
He considered Shimizu's words briefly, as ridiculous as they surely were. Even if Sakura still wanted to even speak to him - which didn't seem likely after her actions from the previous night - how could he ever consider doing something as mundane as giving her a gift? And bringing her to Reiketsuna Reef? That was surely crazy, right?
These were all the actions of a person who was in the wrong and he wasn't the one in the wrong, damnit, she was. She'd been the one to run away, throwing his - he swallowed tightly - attempt in his face and making him feel like this. He'd done nothing wrong.
Right?
Even so, as he tried to reason with himself he couldn't help this feeling that maybe he'd been wrong from the start. Not to mention, he kind of had been the one to run off first, that night in the atrium. He'd forgotten about that.
Sakura hadn't even been angry about it.
Kisame stood, and with a resigned sigh, started making his way back to the base. It wasn't like he could stay all the way out here forever, eventually he'd have to do...something about this situation.
What exactly was he going to do anyway?
Taking off through the still-broken landscape towards the village, Kisame found himself thinking about how he might even begin to approach the rosette when he got back. What if she didn't want to speak to him? Would he force her to listen, or would he just let her be? Why did he even want to do this? She'd shown no indication of wanting anything to do with him, why should he feel differently? If she didn't care then why should he?
The realization that he already did wasn't nearly as surprising as it should have been.
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I'm swimming up against the tide, oh my god.
I'm swimming, but I'm getting tired, oh my god.
Oh yeah, I'm fine...
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A/N: There are no words to express just how damn excited I was to write this chapter. I've always loved summons and I've been dying to write an interaction between Kisame and his shark summons. It's probably my favorite chapter so far and I hope it brought you the feels it brought me. Quick shoutout to trIchstEr99 and LadyAnime18 for leaving such excellent reviews for me. I wish everyone would leave me reviews but just having you all read my story is enough for me. I've been on a real roll with these chapters lately and I'm hoping to continue that streak. If you're interested in seeing Kisame take Sakura to the Reef, let me know! I'm doing it regardless because it's so damn cute that I can't help it but your encouragement would be great. Another thing, I'm planning on doing some fanart and also will be crossposting this on AO3 very soon as well as starting on a new story I've got running around in my brain. We're just about at the halfway mark here! Now, off you go, crazy kids. Hearts and all that!
Oh and one more thing: I realize that this chapter got a little, song-fic-like but it's the only one I'll be doing like that. The song that inspired it and the title is called Capsize by Frenship, if you care to listen. Also, I own nothing, except for my sharks, those are now mine.