Intro:

Part 1/3 of the series "The saga of opal quartz". In this Modern AU story and very Crack Pairing, there are several particular and delicate themes: Homophobia; love addiction; mental disorders; Derealization; Incest; Bullying; Depression. Most are poorly described or addressed in a single chapter.

The ages of the characters, different from the Canon, will be clarified throughout the story.

Yahiko and Nagato are brothers.

Sarana is a Canon character, she is part of the team that Kisame had to eliminate as a young man.

Pairs in order of appearance:

Kisame/Sasori

Kisame/Madara

Kisame/Naruto

Itachi/Nagato

Obito/Rin

Sasuke/Itachi

Kisame/Itachi

Naruto/Nagato

Shisui/Yahiko

Konan/Neji

Sasuke/Hinata

Kakuzu/Madara

The place that Kisame had chosen to start his new life was almost in the middle of nowhere. Of course he had risked, but that building, once a former body shop, was the cheapest solution he had managed to find. At the age of thirty-one he felt the urgency to finally take over his life so that he would no longer escape him. He had done it many times before.

He was leaving the industrial area of a small village with dusty roads and dilapidated warehouses in whose courtyards, surrounded by rusty railings, weeds that had been neglected for years were growing. Whenever the wind blew, a white powder like flour would rise from those sorts of roadways and seep into everywhere. Not even the rain could solve this problem, half a day after it had stopped falling the fine white powder would rise again, if not with the wind, every time a car passed.

Kisame had personally taken care of cleaning and tidying up the place, big and strong as it was. He had spent about a month disposing of all kinds of waste and making the necessary repairs. Now, finally, having completed the black pvc floor and finished the white painting of the walls, he breathed a sigh of relief with his big hands propped on his hips and wearing a white undershirt on which a triangle of sweat had formed in the center of his shoulder blades.

Since the bathroom had already been completed and was working, he decided to go take a shower before returning home, it was still January and the evening was falling early, but that day he would return with a heart full of hope and expectations. The water ran down his face causing his hair to droop, which he liked to keep in a slightly forward brush shape. Now that they were weighed down by the water they reached up to his jaw, when they were combed and filled with gel they didn't seem to be that long. The shower cubicle was indeed a bit too narrow, but it was also true that after nine years of engaging in sports of various kinds, he was no longer the size of most people, and he was also almost two meters tall .

He looked back in the mirror with only a white towel wrapped around his waist, as soon as all the machines he had ordered to complete his weight room would arrive, he would start training again himself. Respecting all the foreseen times, he had calculated that the gym would be finished by April, in the meantime all he could do to take care of his statuesque body were lamps, total depilation and his usual night blue dye; anyone who saw him for the first time was always gripped by the doubt whether his hair was naturally endowed with those blue reflections, or whether it was the work of a scrupulous hairdresser.

Rubbing new cement-effect gel to get his hair back into the brush style, he figured he'd have to hire specific professionals from there upon opening. More than anything he needed a secretary and a health manager for the infirmary, while he could be the technical director himself having a degree in motor sciences.

He put on his black quilted jacket whose hood was decorated with a strip of white fur, took the car keys out of his jeans pocket, stopping for a moment to observe the parking lot from the only wall made entirely of glass. Momentarily his dark green Land Rover Defender with an eternally angry nose was just waiting for him, but soon that square would be packed with the cars of his future customers.

Yes, it will be so, he thought with a smile as he went out into the bitter cold of the beginning of the year turning off the neon lights before whistling towards the car.

While he went to do the usual lamp to keep his skin eternally the color of someone who has just returned from a long vacation at the beach, he thought that Friday night was the first time he felt really happy since ...

Since when?