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Why did I feel this way?

Why was it that her hand had felt so warm? I stared down at my blue hand in silence as we walked together. We were no longer holding hands and yet the moment kept replaying in my mind. It played over and over, not letting my mind rest and I couldn't help but feel strange.

I had never experienced something like this before.

She was walking in front of me unaware that she was making my mind spin in endless circles.

She was focused on going to Amegakure to meet up with leader-sama and Konan-san. The pace at which she walked was a fast one and it was clear that she was actually looking forward to seeing them.

It made me wonder what type of connection the three of them had. After all, both leader-sama and Konan-san were closed-off. They were probably the most private members in the Akatsuki. They never told the members anything about them and we all knew nothing about them or what they had done in the past.

It made me wonder what business someone like Sana had with them.

I looked down at the pink-headed woman examining her carefully.

She was already strange enough as it was.

Sana.

She wasn't afraid of me at all. She didn't find me shocking or strange and as a person, she seemed so level-headed and honest. She had actually surprised me a bit. The way she seemed so happy during the day, and how she had been so quiet and silent when I had seen her looking out the window at that inn.

She wasn't afraid to smile when she was happy or express discontentment when she was disappointed. She was straightforward, much like me.

Much like how Itachi was.

...

I didn't mind my new partner. She was a shinobi, who didn't seem like they had much emotional baggage and as a result, she was still a normal person. A pure person, so to speak.

Suddenly, she stopped walking.

"Kisame," she said looking back at me.

"Hm?"

"That sword of yours. I saw it moving when you slammed it into the ground earlier. It seems special. What is it called?"

I looked behind me at Samehada.

"Oh this thing," I said pulling the large sword by its handle and off my back.

I slammed it into the ground, "This is Samehada."

Out of nowhere, it decided to show its teeth and Sana's eyes widened.

"My goodness," she said.

I watched as she looked at my sword examing it carefully and I did the same.

This sword, which I had collected off the back of a hideous dead subordinate. I looked at my hand which held Samehada. I narrowed my eyes at it. My hands that had killed my own comrades in order to protect the classified information they knew about the village. The village that had been manipulated by the third mizukage. The mizukage who had been manipulated by Madara. The lies that entangled it all.

The past was rushing back to me faster than I had imagined and I frowned.

There was no point in reminiscing. The past was long gone. The old me was dead.

The man who would do anything to complete a mission was still here, but I was more light-hearted than before. I had decided that I would live my life more carefree than before, without stressing too much and drowning myself in my former actions. There was no point holding myself below water, pondering over things that didn't need to be thought about.

"Kisame?"

My eyes snapped up to meet her gaze.

"We can keep walking you know?" she said.

I stiffened. She was right. I had gotten lost in my thoughts.

Looking at her I blinked a few times. I wasn't like Sana. I wasn't a shinobi like her. In my mind, my hands were covered with blood. Her hands, however, were still clean.

Putting my thoughts aside, I nodded.

She nodded as well giving me a slight smile as she turned around before beginning to walk again.

Sana.

I watched her pink hair swing side to side as she stepped. The confidence brimming off of her was in sharp contrast to how nervous she had been when we first met. Her aura to me had changed and seemed much more confident now that she had shown me she was not just a regular shinobi. Her sealing ability impressed me. Her character impressed me.

Sana.

There was something about her that I liked.

...

Liked?

Yes, it seemed I liked her in a way.

In what way?

Well that, I wasn't sure of.

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