Post by Rockinmuffin on Jan 25, 2007 21:28:42 GMT -5
Just a short story I wrote in an hour or two, so it's n ot my best work. Why am I still posting this? Because Kisame needs love.
Expect more You/Kisame stories from me in the future.
Warnings: There's basically no plot whatsoever and I'm sure that Kisame is probably horribly OOC, but I felt the need to post this because the majority of Naruto reader-insert stories pair you up with at least one of those Uchiha brothers. They get more than their share of love.
Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Naruto nor do I make any money from writing stories for the fandom; I'm much too poor for that. >.>;
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“Men are pigs” you declared as you plopped down ungracefully onto the barstool, quickly ordering a glass of sake.
A faint chuckle was heard at your left. You immediately turned, glaring at the man that dared to laugh at you. His cloak covered the bottom half of his face while the straw hat he wore shadowed over his eyes. This, however, didn’t stop you from glowering at him.
“What’s so funny?” you asked, a growl in your voice.
The man turned towards you, the corner of his lips curling into a grin. “Other than you? Nothing.”
You abruptly turned away from him, concentrating on the glass of sake the bartender placed in front of you. You swiftly picked up the glass and downed half its contents in one gulp, suppressing the urge to cough as the fiery liquid burned its way down your throat to your stomach.
“All right, I’ll humor you; why are men pigs?”
You turned back towards the man with an annoyed expression. “Why? Because all men are insensitive bastards that would rather think with the head in their pants rather than the one on their shoulders! They’re insensitive to girls’ feelings and think of nothing other than satisfying their own needs. Hell! Just ten minutes ago my boyfriend --no, ex-boyfriend-- dumped me because I wasn’t willing to sleep with him. I’ve only been with the creep for two weeks!” You quickly finished off the rest of your drink and slammed the bottom of the glass against the counter. Venting was good.
The man reached a clammy grey-blue hand toward his own drink; whether the coloration of his skin was due to the darkness of the bar or his natural skin tone, you weren’t sure. He took a small sip of his own drink before responding, drawing your attention away from his hand. “So you’re going to allow one bad experience with an idiot make you lose faith in men? That’s stupid and you know it.”
“So maybe it is! I don’t care! Anything’s better than opening my heart up to a man that wants nothing more than to get inside my pants.” You stared at your empty glass for only a brief moment before ordering another glass of sake.
The man let out an indignant snort. “Then what are you going to do? Live out the rest of your life as a hermit?”
“And why not?” you responded, taking another smaller sip of your drink. The burning sensation in the back of your throat dulled down to an uncomfortable sting. “I’d be better off that way.”
“And if you get lonely?”
“Then I’ll just get a pet… or date other girls” you answered simply.
“You know,” he started, taking another sip of his drink, “For a woman that thinks men aren’t worth her time anymore, you’re certainly going out of your way to avoid them.”
You stared at your drink again with sad eyes, slowly circling your finger over the glass’s rim. “What do you know?” you muttered as you looked at your reflection on the glass. You reprimanded yourself within your mind as you felt your eyes water with unshed tears. You quickly wiped the liquid away from your eyes before they could fall.
The man beside you sighed. “If he’s anything like you say then he’s not worth crying over.”
You turned towards the man curiously. He ignored your gaze as he took another slow sip of his own drink.
“You know, maybe most men are jerks” he started, thoughtful frown on his face as he stared down at his glass of sake. “But there are still some nice guys out there.”
You raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Nice guys? What, like you?”
He grinned softly. “No, not like me. I’m not a nice guy at all. You could do a lot better than me, Kid. There are plenty of fish in the sea; you don’t need expensive bait or the latest equipment…” He paused, taking another sip of his drink. “You just need to cast your line and wait patiently for the right one to swim by and get hooked.”
You stared at the man for a moment, contemplating his words for a moment. “And what if the right man never comes?”
He turned back towards you, grinning; your eyes finally met and you noticed his eyes were small and beady. Under his each of his eyes were three slightly curved lines; gills perhaps? You weren’t really sure, though you wouldn’t be surprised. A lot of odd characters visited your village on a daily basis.
“If he never comes,” he started as he removed his hat and set it on the counter, revealing spiky blue hair. The shadow that had obscured your view of his face was gone and you could now see that grey-blue was, indeed, his natural skin color. “You’ll just have to put on a swimsuit, grab a net, and catch him yourself” he finished with a wide grin, revealing rows of sharp, shark-like teeth.
You resisted the urge to laugh but failed to hide the small smile that sneaked its way over your lips. “Maybe you’re right.” You finished off what was left of your sake and set down the glass carefully along with the money to pay for your drinks. You stood up from the barstool and smiled up at the man whom towered over you even as he remained sitting. “It was nice talking to you. …What’s your name?”
He paused again, taking another sip of his sake while you waited patiently for him to finish. He downed the rest of the contents of the glass in several gulps, then set it down as he let out a sigh of contentment. “…It’s Kisame.”
“Well, it was nice talking to you, Kisame, even if you are a no-good man.” You winked at him then turned to leave before stopping yourself. “You know,” you started, not even bothering to turn and face him, “I might come back here tomorrow…”
Though your back was facing him, you could hear the grin in his voice. “And I might be here tomorrow when you get here… Same time tomorrow?”
You looked over your shoulder, grinning back at Kisame. “It’s a date.”
You felt light-hearted and in high spirits as you left the bar, a weight being lifted from off your chest. You learned a lot about men.
“Most men are pigs…”
You looked back fondly at the entrance to the bar, a small blush coming to your face at the thought of the man you met inside.
“But some of them are sharks.”
Expect more You/Kisame stories from me in the future.
Warnings: There's basically no plot whatsoever and I'm sure that Kisame is probably horribly OOC, but I felt the need to post this because the majority of Naruto reader-insert stories pair you up with at least one of those Uchiha brothers. They get more than their share of love.
Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Naruto nor do I make any money from writing stories for the fandom; I'm much too poor for that. >.>;
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“Men are pigs” you declared as you plopped down ungracefully onto the barstool, quickly ordering a glass of sake.
A faint chuckle was heard at your left. You immediately turned, glaring at the man that dared to laugh at you. His cloak covered the bottom half of his face while the straw hat he wore shadowed over his eyes. This, however, didn’t stop you from glowering at him.
“What’s so funny?” you asked, a growl in your voice.
The man turned towards you, the corner of his lips curling into a grin. “Other than you? Nothing.”
You abruptly turned away from him, concentrating on the glass of sake the bartender placed in front of you. You swiftly picked up the glass and downed half its contents in one gulp, suppressing the urge to cough as the fiery liquid burned its way down your throat to your stomach.
“All right, I’ll humor you; why are men pigs?”
You turned back towards the man with an annoyed expression. “Why? Because all men are insensitive bastards that would rather think with the head in their pants rather than the one on their shoulders! They’re insensitive to girls’ feelings and think of nothing other than satisfying their own needs. Hell! Just ten minutes ago my boyfriend --no, ex-boyfriend-- dumped me because I wasn’t willing to sleep with him. I’ve only been with the creep for two weeks!” You quickly finished off the rest of your drink and slammed the bottom of the glass against the counter. Venting was good.
The man reached a clammy grey-blue hand toward his own drink; whether the coloration of his skin was due to the darkness of the bar or his natural skin tone, you weren’t sure. He took a small sip of his own drink before responding, drawing your attention away from his hand. “So you’re going to allow one bad experience with an idiot make you lose faith in men? That’s stupid and you know it.”
“So maybe it is! I don’t care! Anything’s better than opening my heart up to a man that wants nothing more than to get inside my pants.” You stared at your empty glass for only a brief moment before ordering another glass of sake.
The man let out an indignant snort. “Then what are you going to do? Live out the rest of your life as a hermit?”
“And why not?” you responded, taking another smaller sip of your drink. The burning sensation in the back of your throat dulled down to an uncomfortable sting. “I’d be better off that way.”
“And if you get lonely?”
“Then I’ll just get a pet… or date other girls” you answered simply.
“You know,” he started, taking another sip of his drink, “For a woman that thinks men aren’t worth her time anymore, you’re certainly going out of your way to avoid them.”
You stared at your drink again with sad eyes, slowly circling your finger over the glass’s rim. “What do you know?” you muttered as you looked at your reflection on the glass. You reprimanded yourself within your mind as you felt your eyes water with unshed tears. You quickly wiped the liquid away from your eyes before they could fall.
The man beside you sighed. “If he’s anything like you say then he’s not worth crying over.”
You turned towards the man curiously. He ignored your gaze as he took another slow sip of his own drink.
“You know, maybe most men are jerks” he started, thoughtful frown on his face as he stared down at his glass of sake. “But there are still some nice guys out there.”
You raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Nice guys? What, like you?”
He grinned softly. “No, not like me. I’m not a nice guy at all. You could do a lot better than me, Kid. There are plenty of fish in the sea; you don’t need expensive bait or the latest equipment…” He paused, taking another sip of his drink. “You just need to cast your line and wait patiently for the right one to swim by and get hooked.”
You stared at the man for a moment, contemplating his words for a moment. “And what if the right man never comes?”
He turned back towards you, grinning; your eyes finally met and you noticed his eyes were small and beady. Under his each of his eyes were three slightly curved lines; gills perhaps? You weren’t really sure, though you wouldn’t be surprised. A lot of odd characters visited your village on a daily basis.
“If he never comes,” he started as he removed his hat and set it on the counter, revealing spiky blue hair. The shadow that had obscured your view of his face was gone and you could now see that grey-blue was, indeed, his natural skin color. “You’ll just have to put on a swimsuit, grab a net, and catch him yourself” he finished with a wide grin, revealing rows of sharp, shark-like teeth.
You resisted the urge to laugh but failed to hide the small smile that sneaked its way over your lips. “Maybe you’re right.” You finished off what was left of your sake and set down the glass carefully along with the money to pay for your drinks. You stood up from the barstool and smiled up at the man whom towered over you even as he remained sitting. “It was nice talking to you. …What’s your name?”
He paused again, taking another sip of his sake while you waited patiently for him to finish. He downed the rest of the contents of the glass in several gulps, then set it down as he let out a sigh of contentment. “…It’s Kisame.”
“Well, it was nice talking to you, Kisame, even if you are a no-good man.” You winked at him then turned to leave before stopping yourself. “You know,” you started, not even bothering to turn and face him, “I might come back here tomorrow…”
Though your back was facing him, you could hear the grin in his voice. “And I might be here tomorrow when you get here… Same time tomorrow?”
You looked over your shoulder, grinning back at Kisame. “It’s a date.”
You felt light-hearted and in high spirits as you left the bar, a weight being lifted from off your chest. You learned a lot about men.
“Most men are pigs…”
You looked back fondly at the entrance to the bar, a small blush coming to your face at the thought of the man you met inside.
“But some of them are sharks.”
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