《Below Water | Kisame Hoshigaki (Kisame Love Story)》09| Rain
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A couple of days passed of us being in Amegakure and it seemed whatever it was that Pein and that masked man were planning was something big. I had no time to talk to Nagato and I hadn't seen Konan since I got here. I didn't even attempt to make conversation with the masked man because he kinda scared me. The way he acted, talked, and moved were all very intimidating.
He, Konan and Nagato were busy. Everything was so busy.
That naturally caused everything to be very boring as well.
I laid on my bed staring up at the gray ceiling.
Why was life so boring?
I'd rather go on a mission than sit around doing nothing. I'd even prefer being in my cottage doing chores like watering flowers or catering to plants.
That was when an idea struck me.
Kisame.
I hadn't seen him in a while.
I wondered if he was alright. I wondered if he was doing anything fun.
I sat up at once as I decided I would go visit him.
I didn't know if we were close enough for me to do something like that, but I assumed he didn't mind me. After all, the vibes of our relationship had changed.
To what?
Well that, I wasn't sure of.
I tied my pink hair back as I stared into a small mirror on a wall. My blue eyes stared back at me as I mentally prepared myself to knock on his door.
What was this? I could feel a slight nervousness fill me up and I swallowed hard.
Why was I nervous? I was just going to say hi.
I was watching the rainfall from outside my window when I heard a knock on my door.
I looked at it carefully. Who could it be?
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Madara? Pein?
I doubted it was Konan.
Or perhaps...
Sana?
I got up slowly from my chair as I quickly put my shirt on. I pulled it over my head covering my hardened abs before heading over to the door.
I opened it and had to look down to see the person.
"Hi, Kisame."
I looked down at the pink-haired woman with a clear expression, "Hello, Sana."
She squirmed a bit, "I'm bored. Can I hang out with you?"
I blinked a few times. What an unusual request. It seemed that new experiences were reoccurring when I was around her.
Usually, I would say no, because I found most people annoying, but I noticed that... something about me liked Sana.
"Come in," I said moving aside.
I watched as she passed me by and the smell of flowers that always surrounded her entered as well.
She looked around the room I was in silently as I closed the door.
"Wow, Kisame, you're really clean. Nothing's out of place."
I looked around the room and she was right. It was super neat. It looked like I hadn't even been using the room. I didn't notice until now but I shrugged. It had always been a habit. It was much easier to function under pressure when you knew where things were.
She sat down on the chair in the corner as she looked at me, "Aren't you bored? There's nothing to do around here."
I thought for a moment. Not really. I was focused on enjoying my time before my next mission.
"No. Not really."
She nodded slowly, "So it's just me then-"
She was cut off by the sound of thunder and I looked out the window at the sudden lightning that struck.
Looking back at Sana the look in her eyes had changed.
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They were completely focused on the rain outside and I felt a sense of warmth fill me in.
"It's rare to find someone who likes rain as much as I do."
She looked at me as her lips curved into a small smile, "Mm. I love rain. I grew up here after all."
My eyebrow rose, "You did?"
She nodded.
"I know you grew up around water too. You're from the mist."
I nodded. She was right.
Water had always been a part of me.
"But Sana, if you grew up here and you know leader-sama. Why didn't you join the Akasuki earlier?"
She bit her lip before shaking her head.
"Oh, that," the smile on her face faded, "I ran away."
There was a silence between us before lightning struck again.
She looked down at the ground, "When you're surrounded by memories that drown you. It feels like your head is being held underwater. I couldn't handle the pressure of it, so I left."
...
I didn't say anything.
There was nothing to say, but I knew exactly what she was talking about.
Suddenly she looked up and frowned.
"Sorry, I think I ruined the mood," she muttered.
"No," I said.
She tilted her head surprised.
"I find you interesting Sana."
There was a silence before I watched her face grow red and she covered her cheeks.
I grinned at her reaction before looking away from her.
"It's just... that you're the complete opposite of what I thought you would be like," I began, " People like you...tend to see me as a monster."
I turned to face her and I felt chills run down my spine.
She was staring straight at me in such a way that it was scaring me.
Thunder struck yet again.
Her eyes were focused as if they were looking straight through me.
"Why would I see you as a monster?" she said.
Lighting flashed soon after.
"You know..."
Her blue eyes glimmered, "The truth is..."
A smile spread across her face, "I actually really like you Kisame."
...
...
...
My heart skipped a beat.
I'm not sure what happened at that moment, but it felt like a floodgate opened.
She was just sitting there smiling and I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest.
I had already confirmed that I liked something about Sana but this was something different.
This was something I hadn't felt in a long time.
I think...no, it couldn't be.
I wouldn't let it be.
I wouldn't admit it. It was just a spur of a moment type feeling.
I sighed regaining my composure as I looked outside the window. I watched the rain pour as we sat in my room in perfect silence.
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