#// LAST THING I WANNA SAY KISAME IS JUST HEALED A BIT not enough bc samehada doesn't have chakra enouh t completly heal him?

[sharkfinx]

Without an answer to his pledge, his inner turmoil worsens as he cannot contain and burn the surplus of chakra that he greedy cling to. Steps that distance themselves only turn his heart inside out. Kisame closes his eyes in an exhausted sight that knows his actions were unworthy of a warrior's death.

A pressure over his ribs jolts him awake, making his lips twitch from the pain. His detection is drowned by his own chakra and he has to open his eyes and see. 

Killed by one the legendary sannin. That would put him together with other historical figures. Dying in the battlefield as the ones before him would be such an honor. He's grateful for their mercy as his head moves to show his neck at full view. 

He knows and he accepts it—

Even at his lowest and most pathetic stance, Kisame grins as he cannot do anything but chuckle at that. Ouchy. "Couldn't you have killed me before rejecting me.... would hurt less." 

He called him Cinderella for running away without saying anything, leaving him just a little clue. Deeply inside he knows doesn't he? From the first time they were paired up up to their first mission together, his manners gave away everything for someone that knew to recognize. The same similarities that made him comfortable in the only way he disliked. 

Kisame squints in pain because of the weight over his chest. The way his straight hair falls from his shoulders as he stands right over the sunlight turns Orochimaru into angelic's figure. For a moment his vision blurs and the shinobi's is changed by someone else entirely with closed eyes and peach skin. The hair and the face are almost identical. He blinks and only Orochimaru is there again.

You're beautiful, nee

He thinks but is too tired to say anything. A true killing intent is the charming thing anyone from their country could have, the peak of any emotion.The next information washes his brain, gears click in together and everything falls together in a perfect puzzle. He can see the image clear as day.

The one from the tales he heard before sleep when he was a little pup? The stolen prince; the only defeat the Hoshigaki had in the entirety of their alliance. Skin white as snow with the hair darker than night. Still with that failure; the third welcomed them with open arms.

By the gods and demons that live in earth and sea. What has he done? He can almost feel a bamboo sword hitting his head repeatedly for that mistake. 

Those yellow eyes stare at his soul and his heart freezes in place and melts again when he feels his hair being touched.

"...... My salvation." He whispers. Unblinking dot eyes stare back. 

Kisame acknowledged their anger, their confusion. "To kill him and to share rice." He feels silly, but he himself only understood his own feelings a bit too late than he hoped. He wanted to meet Orochimaru, not to kill. Killing him was his excuse to meet him. An excuse to his heart doesn't hurt as it did many ways before. It was just an excuse. 

Too bad it's too late now. 

The sound of the sword crashing down but there's no pain. He feels the pressure onto his chest.

Dog? He feels a hook pull his heart out in a shameful way. 

Is it possible to miss something you never had? He doesn't resemble to ever hug that man before, yet; It feels so comfortable. He's so happy like he never felt before. It's better than a glimmering curtain that hides his view of the future with a beautiful cloth. He's just so damn comfortable. It's the warmness he felt on summer days when the rays of the sun passed the mist. The comfort of a familiar scent, of daily simple tasks that reminds him of simpler happier times.

This is how happiness feels like.

The painful confusing aching in his heart is slowly drowned. There's a deep sound that starts quietly as his breathing as his chest reverberates a purring. His chakra stabilizes. It flows to his veins and his teeth marks start to close down. It burns as it should in the natural cycle. His body is still exhausted. Yet he feels rested as never before.

"I didn't… nee….The stories said it was an gentle prince… you're a mean guy." How could he? He had buried his past too deeply. The only way to kill the homesickness was to forget. Now he remembers.

He listens and listens about redemption, about what He wants, about what He will do.

To give away his freedom, his own desire that could engulf the world with the power of his greed too. Just for someone like him to have peace? Is equal to exchanging a silver pear crown for raw iron, and saying the same iron is more worthy than the earth itself. He feels worthy, he feels…..found.

“I heard you..” He whispers to the face that is glued to his, his scent is so nice. He dares to say better than his father even if he barely remembers. It’s instinct—it’s stronger than him this imprinting of generations. His fingers can move, he feels the itchiness of the movements as he passes them around their waist. Slowly, grabbing. Raising his arms as he tried to embrace him. “Nee....Can’t I just stay here?.” Kisame’s voice sounds spoiled, like a kid. His face moves, nuzzling their cheeks togethers in a type of affection he won’t show since his childhood’s years.  “I don’t want redemption….I want to cut tenderloins for you. “I don’t want to retire … I want to be annoyed at you when you look at me.” “I don’t want to be a hero..... I want to sniff your hair when you aren’t looking.” He licks again, close by the corner of their lips as his arms finally can fully hug him back. He missed him so much. “Let's make a new tradition.. like the ones before us and renew our bloodline family’s vows. Yagura… never did it, since most of the Hoshigakis didn’t accept how the third had been killed.” His hands cover the back of their head, brushing bangs with his fingers.  Moving his face so their forehead is glued together. The purring on his chest continues as he grins like a happy dog. “….. Once we share a meal, nee. You can be my new home.... Even if I have to steal from your mouth. Orochimar..." His back is pushed forward making him sit, still holding the sannin in his arms. Samehada’s growling can be heard as they bite on Kisame’s side, it’s their first meal in the whole day. The chakra now is tasty enough to them forgive Kisame’s bad manners. “... 2 versus 1. It’s settled……I have to take my ring off, nee. Would you do it for me?”

Without an answer to his pledge, his inner turmoil worsens as he cannot contain and burn the surplus of chakra that he greedy cling to. Steps that distance themselves only turn his heart inside out. Kisame closes his eyes in an exhausted sight that knows his actions were unworthy of a warrior's death.

A pressure over his ribs jolts him awake, making his lips twitch from the pain. His detection is drowned by his own chakra and he has to open his eyes and see. 

Killed by one the legendary sannin. That would put him together with other historical figures. Dying in the battlefield as the ones before him would be such an honor. He's grateful for their mercy as his head moves to show his neck at full view. 

He knows and he accepts it—

Even at his lowest and most pathetic stance, Kisame grins as he cannot do anything but chuckle at that. Ouchy. "Couldn't you have killed me before rejecting me.... would hurt less." 

He called him Cinderella for running away without saying anything, leaving him just a little clue. Deeply inside he knows doesn't he? From the first time they were paired up up to their first mission together, his manners gave away everything for someone that knew to recognize. The same similarities that made him comfortable in the only way he disliked. 

Kisame squints in pain because of the weight over his chest. The way his straight hair falls from his shoulders as he stands right over the sunlight turns Orochimaru into angelic's figure. For a moment his vision blurs and the shinobi's is changed by someone else entirely with closed eyes and peach skin. The hair and the face are almost identical. He blinks and only Orochimaru is there again.

You're beautiful, nee

He thinks but is too tired to say anything. A true killing intent is the charming thing anyone from their country could have, the peak of any emotion.The next information washes his brain, gears click in together and everything falls together in a perfect puzzle. He can see the image clear as day.

The one from the tales he heard before sleep when he was a little pup? The stolen prince; the only defeat the Hoshigaki had in the entirety of their alliance. Skin white as snow with the hair darker than night. Still with that failure; the third welcomed them with open arms.

By the gods and demons that live in earth and sea. What has he done? He can almost feel a bamboo sword hitting his head repeatedly for that mistake. 

Those yellow eyes stare at his soul and his heart freezes in place and melts again when he feels his hair being touched.

"...... My salvation." He whispers. Unblinking dot eyes stare back. 

Kisame acknowledged their anger, their confusion. "To kill him and to share rice." He feels silly, but he himself only understood his own feelings a bit too late than he hoped. He wanted to meet Orochimaru, not to kill. Killing him was his excuse to meet him. An excuse to his heart doesn't hurt as it did many ways before. It was just an excuse. 

Too bad it's too late now. 

The sound of the sword crashing down but there's no pain. He feels the pressure onto his chest.

Dog? He feels a hook pull his heart out in a shameful way. 

Is it possible to miss something you never had? He doesn't resemble to ever hug that man before, yet; It feels so comfortable. He's so happy like he never felt before. It's better than a glimmering curtain that hides his view of the future with a beautiful cloth. He's just so damn comfortable. It's the warmness he felt on summer days when the rays of the sun passed the mist. The comfort of a familiar scent, of daily simple tasks that reminds him of simpler happier times.

This is how happiness feels like.

The painful confusing aching in his heart is slowly drowned. There's a deep sound that starts quietly as his breathing as his chest reverberates a purring. His chakra stabilizes. It flows to his veins and his teeth marks start to close down. It burns as it should in the natural cycle. His body is still exhausted. Yet he feels rested as never before.

"I didn't… nee….The stories said it was an gentle prince… you're a mean guy." How could he? He had buried his past too deeply. The only way to kill the homesickness was to forget. Now he remembers.

He listens and listens about redemption, about what He wants, about what He will do.

To give away his freedom, his own desire that could engulf the world with the power of his greed too. Just for someone like him to have peace? Is equal to exchanging a silver pear crown for raw iron, and saying the same iron is more worthy than the earth itself. He feels worthy, he feels…..found.

“I heard you..” He whispers to the face that is glued to his, his scent is so nice. He dares to say better than his father even if he barely remembers. It’s instinct—it’s stronger than him this imprinting of generations. His fingers can move, he feels the itchiness of the movements as he passes them around their waist. Slowly, grabbing. Raising his arms as he tried to embrace him. “Nee....Can’t I just stay here?.” Kisame’s voice sounds spoiled, like a kid. His face moves, nuzzling their cheeks togethers in a type of affection he won’t show since his childhood’s years.  “I don’t want redemption….I want to cut tenderloins for you. “I don’t want to retire … I want to be annoyed at you when you look at me.” “I don’t want to be a hero..... I want to sniff your hair when you aren’t looking.” He licks again, close by the corner of their lips as his arms finally can fully hug him back. He missed him so much. “Let's make a new tradition.. like the ones before us and renew our bloodline family’s vows. Yagura… never did it, since most of the Hoshigakis didn’t accept how the third had been killed.” His hands cover the back of their head, brushing bangs with his fingers.  Moving his face so their forehead is glued together. The purring on his chest continues as he grins like a happy dog. “….. Once we share a meal, nee. You can be my new home.... Even if I have to steal from your mouth. Orochimar..." His back is pushed forward making him sit, still holding the sannin in his arms. Samehada’s growling can be heard as they bite on Kisame’s side, it’s their first meal in the whole day. The chakra now is tasty enough to them forgive Kisame’s bad manners. “... 2 versus 1. It’s settled……I have to take my ring off, nee. Would you do it for me?”