Post by Rockinmuffin on Apr 30, 2007 18:48:19 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Well, I have good news and bad news. The bad news; I don’t own Naruto. The good news; I finally heard Itachi’s and Kisame’s English voices and I approve! xD Lol. I actually recorded those episodes so I may hear the sexiness whenever I want. SQUUEEE! Now I can get my Kisame fix without going on YouTube.
Anyone wanna guess one of my new favorite crack pairings? Kisame and Kurenai! xD I think they’re cute together, even though I support Asuma and Kurenai. It’s just, Kisame rarely gets paired off with anyone other than Itachi and when he is paired off with someone else it’s either another Akatsuki male, Zabuza, or sometimes even Gai-sensei. I mean, I support Itachi and Kisame pairings and all but Kisa-kun needs some female loving and Kurenai is one of the only females he ever even comes face-to-face with.
So yeah. I like it.
P.S. KISAME HOSHIGAKI IS SHUKAKU! Lol. I did some research and the English voice actor of Kisame also does the voices of Shukaku, Tazuna the bridge builder, and an Anbu captain, as well as many other various roles in several different anime. Well, it’s no weirder than the fact that the guy that does Itachi’s voice is the same one that does Gai-sensei’s voice. Or at least, the first version of Itachi’s voice as heard in the chunin exams forest of death is. xD Blah, I’m done rambling now!
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Kisame grunted as he wiped a bead of sweat off of his brow. This was his first mission, and even though it was only a D-rank mission, it still took its toll on his body.
“Get back here, you little brat!” you shouted as you ran down the halls of the manor, chasing after a seven-year-old boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes. “It’s time for your bath and you know it!”
“Nyah nyah! Can’t catch me, ya dumb broad!” the boy shouted back, sticking his tongue out as he raced down the hallways, gliding across the floorboards with small, agile feet. If you weren’t so irritated you would’ve laughed; this little boy was giving you, a ninja, a run for your money. He’d probably become a strong and skilled shinobi one day.
Kisame let out a sigh as he allowed himself to sit down and take a break. When Kisame had heard that his first mission was to baby-sit some feudal lord’s brat of a son he had been disappointed to be given such a boring task. Now he just wished that the day was over.
As he watched you chase after the boy, catch him, get kicked in the shin by him, hop around in pain, and chase after the boy all over again, Kisame came to the conclusion that he never wanted to have kids. Hopefully his mother wasn’t too set on having eight grandchildren.
“Shouldn’t we help her?” Takei’s good-hearted question brought Kisame out of his thoughts. “_____-chan looks like she could use a little assistance” Takei stated, eyeing you warily as you grabbed the boy by his ankles and started dragging him towards the bathroom.
“Nah, she’s doing just fine on her own” Yoshizaki responded, not even bothering to look to see how you were holding up. However, had he actually looked over in your direction he would’ve seen you trying to pry the kid’s fingers off the doorway to the bathroom. The punk had a pretty good grip for a seven-year-old. Instead, Yoshizaki just waved his hand in a sign of disinterest and closed his eyes as he relaxed against the cozy, and most likely expensive, futon. “You should have more faith in your teammates, Takei-kun.”
Takei looked down towards his lap, blushing; he felt ashamed that he didn’t believe in your skills as a ninja. “Right, Sensei.”
Kisame rolled his eyes from his spot on the floor. Any idiot could see that Yoshizaki-sensei was just being lazy. But of course, Kisame’s teammates weren’t just any idiots. No, Kisame was teamed up with a couple of super-mega-ultra-peppy-special-edition-fudge-flavored idiots.
“OW! The little bugger bit me!” you screeched from inside the bathroom. The kid took advantage of the situation by running away, though he didn’t get very far. Kisame picked the boy up by the collar of his shirt, holding him at arm’s length to avoid getting mauled by sharp nails, and brought him inside the bathroom.
You were currently busy nursing the bite wound on your finger. Coincidentally, it was the exact same finger that Kisame had bit the day you two had first met. You searched through several cabinets for a bandage of some sort but found none.
“You’d think a feudal lord with a huge manor for a home would have enough money to buy some bandages…” you muttered to yourself absentmindedly while staring down at your finger.
“Need someone to kiss it better?” Kisame asked teasingly. He grinned down at you, one hand on his hip while the other held the struggling brat.
You stared up at him, blinking at his sudden appearance until a stupid-looking grin crossed over your features. “Yes” you stated simply, holding your finger out towards him.
Kisame deadpanned. “I was kidding.”
“…I wasn’t” you said with a puppy-dog pout, your eyes starting to water.
“What a cry-baby! I didn’t bite you that hard, you weak broad!” interjected the boy, still struggling about, his arms and legs shaking wildly as he hung from Kisame’s hand. “Besides, why would he wanna kiss your finger? You’re a girl and girls have cooties!”
You twitched. “Kisame… Lock the door. Now.”
Kisame closed the door and locked it just as he was told to do. He had no obligation to actually obey your orders but, he had to admit, he was amused by your sudden change in attitude. Kisame leaned his back against the locked door, blocking it off completely, then set the boy down by the bathtub.
“Okay, brat, playtime is over. I don’t care if you’re used to being treated like royalty when your parents are around because they’re not here right now. You’re under my rule now and you better obey and respect me or I’ll spank that bottom of yours until you start coughing up blood. Go that, brat?”
The boy looked up at you, his eyes narrowed and his arms crossed. “Alright ya dumb broad, first of all, my name isn’t brat. It’s Daichi(1). And secondly, you can’t touch me! If you hurt me my parents won’t pay you and then you’ll fail your first mission and you and your team will be known as ninja rejects for the rest of your pathetic careers.”
You glared down at the boy.
He stuck his tongue out at you and blew a raspberry, getting small speckles of saliva on your cheek.
Kisame massaged his temple, fighting of the impending migraine as you tackled Daichi to the ground and started forcing the boy’s clothing off of him. Daichi shouted indignantly at this, but you ignored him in favor of filling up the tub with water as you kept your right foot on the boy’s back to prevent him from running. Once the tub was completely filled you picked him up and literally dropped him into the tub, causing water to spill out and land on the floor.
“Ahh! This water is cold!” Daichi exclaimed with chattering teeth as he hugged his arms for warmth.
“Tough” you snorted as you began to vigorously scrub behind the boy’s ears with a washcloth, rubbing away the dirt that had accumulated there since his last bath; you estimated the last time he bathed was about a week ago, give or take a couple days. “If you wanted a warm bath then maybe you should’ve jumped in the first time I ran your water for you.”
“…I don’t like you.”
“Oh really” you muttered absentmindedly as you trailed down to the boy’s neck, scrubbing hard enough to turn his skin red. Seriously, when was the last time this kid properly washed himself?! He was absolutely filthy! The son of a feudal lord should be able to afford proper hygiene. “If I actually cared about what your opinion of me was then I might actually be upset. It’s a good thing I don’t!” you finished with a fake smile.
The rest of the bath went by in a similar manner. Daichi would make snide comments and you would just brush them off while scrubbing the boy raw. Kisame, meanwhile, tried to ignore the two of you by focusing on a particularly interesting crack on the wall. Anything was better than listening to you and Daichi arguing. Still, Kisame had to admit that he was amused by the situation.
“Finished” you stated in a satisfied voice, throwing the washcloth at Daichi as you stood. It landed on his head with a loud plop, causing the boy to glare at you though you ignored it in favor of draining the water from the tub and dropping a dry towel onto his head instead.
Daichi pulled both the washcloth and the towel off of his head, his face set in a scowl as he stared at you. “…I think I’m bleeding internally.”
“That just means I did a really good job” you responded, a true smile on your face now that the hard part of your job was over. “Now, if I remember correctly, your parents told me that after you took your bath it would be time for bed. So, are you gonna be a good little boy and go to sleep or are we going to have to force you?” You stared down at Daichi, your hands on your hips as you waited for his response.
With an incoherent grumble, Daichi wrapped the towel around his body, climbed out of the tub, and slinked away towards his room.
“Piece of cake” you stated matter-of-factly as you dried your hands on your pants. “Mission complete.”
Kisame wished that he could agree with you but something deep within his gut told him that the mission wasn’t over yet. A child as stubborn and spoiled as Daichi wouldn’t give up so easily. Kisame looked down at you with a quirked eyebrow. “I’d hate to ruin your good mood but I bet you that he just went in his room and locked his door.”
“…Why do you always have to rain on my parade, Kisa-kun.”
Kisame shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno. Because it’s easy?”
“Alright then,” you started, rolling your eyes, “I’m going to check up on Daichi right now just to prove to you that he’s being a good boy and didn’t lock us out.”
The two of you left the bathroom, you in the front with your nose held high in the air and Kisame trailing behind you with a bored expression. You smiled as you reached the door and gripped the handle, trying to turn it only to discover that the door was locked. You faltered, then glared at the doorknob as you shook and tugged and jiggled it. No luck.
Kisame smirked down at you. “It’s locked.”
“No,” you argued, still tugging on the handle, “The door is just stuck, that’s all. Daichi-chan!” you called in a voice that was so sickeningly sweet that it could’ve made Kisame vomit up a bucket of pink glitter. “Can you please come and open up the door for Kisame and me, sweetheart? It’s stuck.”
“Duh! Of course it’s stuck; I locked the door, ya dumb broad!”
Kisame watched you with an amused expression. Briefly, he wondered how much longer you would have to bang your head against the door before you got a concussion. He was sure it would be a while; after all, you had a rather thick skull.
With a sigh, Kisame gently pushed you out of the way. You stared up at him, an odd look crossing over your features as you wondered what he was up to. Kisame closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and kicked the door down with his superhuman strength. He grinned at the wide-eyed looks he received from you and Daichi.
“Well, at least the door isn’t locked anymore, though I hope they don’t dock our pay for that” you muttered to yourself. Pushing that thought to the back of your mind, you swiftly made your way towards Daichi. You grabbed his earlobe, causing the boy to yelp indignantly, then pulled him towards his bed. You placed the boy under his covers, tucking his arms in tightly so that there was no way for him to escape in the middle of the night. “There, all tucked in and ready for bed” you said, proud of successfully completing your mission.
“Wait!” Daichi called, preventing you from leaving the room and raiding the fridge. “I can’t go to sleep without a bedtime story. My mom tells me one every night before I go to bed.”
“…Okay, fine. Whatever. I’ll tell you a bedtime story.” You racked your mind for any good children’s stories but found none. Instead, you decided you would make up your own story. “Ahem. Once upon a time-”
“Lame!”
You frowned down at the little brat. You wished he was a few years older so that you could wallop him without feeling guilty afterwards. “I haven’t even started the story yet!”
“Yup. And it doesn’t take a mind-reader to know that it was going to be lame. It was probably going to be about a princess or some happy magical unicorn.”
“…Nuh-uh.” Actually, your story was going to be about a baby ninja bunny and her amazing journey to the land hidden in the candy. So ha, he was wrong.
Kisame rolled his eyes and walked over to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “You just go relax with Yoshizaki-sensei and Takei. I’ll handle the kid.” Kisame was sure that he would regret his decision later, but for now, the look of gratitude that shined in your eyes was enough to prevent him from backing down. Besides, he was Hoshigaki Kisame; one little kid, no matter how bratty and irritating, was no match for him.
“Thank you, Kisa-kun!” you shouted in appreciation, giving him a quick hug before you ran off to laze around with your fellow comrades.
Kisame wished that you hadn’t hugged him so unexpectedly; it was a lot harder to fight off the blush when he didn’t know it was coming.
“…You like her, don’t you?”
Kisame froze. He stared down at Daichi with a small glare, a light purple blush still staining his cheeks; the boy was currently giving him a smug, knowing look. It was at this point that Kisame wished for the first time in his life that he was completely infertile.
“Don’t try playing dumb, no matter how good you are at it” Daichi continued, not giving Kisame a chance to properly respond. “It’s easy to tell you like her; you’ve been giving your girlfriend googly eyes all night long.”
As Kisame’s blush grew so did his frown. “I did not give her googly eyes. And she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a girl that’s on my team, that’s all.”
“Ya know, for just a girl on your team, you’re getting pretty flustered over nothing. You better be careful or people are going to think you really do like her.”
Kisame’s right eye twitched. What ever happened to the good ol’ days when children would just play their own games and mind their own business? Children should be seen, not heard.
Kisame took the time to will away his blush and compose himself, then turned back towards Daichi. “You like bedtime stories, right?” The boy nodded. “Good. Here’s a story. Once upon a time there was a giant shark monster. He ate little boys that wouldn’t keep their mouths shut. The end.”
Daichi gave Kisame an incredulous look. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” Kisame responded, allowing his sharpened teeth to gleam in the soft light of the bedroom.
Daichi, for the first time that night, was silent.
With a grin, Kisame left the room, stopping in the doorway to pick up the door and place it back on its hinges. With one last sharp-toothed smirk in Daichi’s direction, he turned off the light and headed towards the living room to join the rest of his team and celebrate their first completed mission.
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(1) According to my sources, the translation of this name is “great first son” or “great land.” I figured this would be an appropriate name for the only son of a feudal lord.
…I almost feel bad for that poor little boy. Almost. xD lol. Well, I think next chapter is going to be some fluff between you and Kisame, cuz I luffs me some fluff! ^__^
Anyone wanna guess one of my new favorite crack pairings? Kisame and Kurenai! xD I think they’re cute together, even though I support Asuma and Kurenai. It’s just, Kisame rarely gets paired off with anyone other than Itachi and when he is paired off with someone else it’s either another Akatsuki male, Zabuza, or sometimes even Gai-sensei. I mean, I support Itachi and Kisame pairings and all but Kisa-kun needs some female loving and Kurenai is one of the only females he ever even comes face-to-face with.
So yeah. I like it.P.S. KISAME HOSHIGAKI IS SHUKAKU! Lol. I did some research and the English voice actor of Kisame also does the voices of Shukaku, Tazuna the bridge builder, and an Anbu captain, as well as many other various roles in several different anime. Well, it’s no weirder than the fact that the guy that does Itachi’s voice is the same one that does Gai-sensei’s voice. Or at least, the first version of Itachi’s voice as heard in the chunin exams forest of death is. xD Blah, I’m done rambling now!
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Kisame grunted as he wiped a bead of sweat off of his brow. This was his first mission, and even though it was only a D-rank mission, it still took its toll on his body.
“Get back here, you little brat!” you shouted as you ran down the halls of the manor, chasing after a seven-year-old boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes. “It’s time for your bath and you know it!”
“Nyah nyah! Can’t catch me, ya dumb broad!” the boy shouted back, sticking his tongue out as he raced down the hallways, gliding across the floorboards with small, agile feet. If you weren’t so irritated you would’ve laughed; this little boy was giving you, a ninja, a run for your money. He’d probably become a strong and skilled shinobi one day.
Kisame let out a sigh as he allowed himself to sit down and take a break. When Kisame had heard that his first mission was to baby-sit some feudal lord’s brat of a son he had been disappointed to be given such a boring task. Now he just wished that the day was over.
As he watched you chase after the boy, catch him, get kicked in the shin by him, hop around in pain, and chase after the boy all over again, Kisame came to the conclusion that he never wanted to have kids. Hopefully his mother wasn’t too set on having eight grandchildren.
“Shouldn’t we help her?” Takei’s good-hearted question brought Kisame out of his thoughts. “_____-chan looks like she could use a little assistance” Takei stated, eyeing you warily as you grabbed the boy by his ankles and started dragging him towards the bathroom.
“Nah, she’s doing just fine on her own” Yoshizaki responded, not even bothering to look to see how you were holding up. However, had he actually looked over in your direction he would’ve seen you trying to pry the kid’s fingers off the doorway to the bathroom. The punk had a pretty good grip for a seven-year-old. Instead, Yoshizaki just waved his hand in a sign of disinterest and closed his eyes as he relaxed against the cozy, and most likely expensive, futon. “You should have more faith in your teammates, Takei-kun.”
Takei looked down towards his lap, blushing; he felt ashamed that he didn’t believe in your skills as a ninja. “Right, Sensei.”
Kisame rolled his eyes from his spot on the floor. Any idiot could see that Yoshizaki-sensei was just being lazy. But of course, Kisame’s teammates weren’t just any idiots. No, Kisame was teamed up with a couple of super-mega-ultra-peppy-special-edition-fudge-flavored idiots.
“OW! The little bugger bit me!” you screeched from inside the bathroom. The kid took advantage of the situation by running away, though he didn’t get very far. Kisame picked the boy up by the collar of his shirt, holding him at arm’s length to avoid getting mauled by sharp nails, and brought him inside the bathroom.
You were currently busy nursing the bite wound on your finger. Coincidentally, it was the exact same finger that Kisame had bit the day you two had first met. You searched through several cabinets for a bandage of some sort but found none.
“You’d think a feudal lord with a huge manor for a home would have enough money to buy some bandages…” you muttered to yourself absentmindedly while staring down at your finger.
“Need someone to kiss it better?” Kisame asked teasingly. He grinned down at you, one hand on his hip while the other held the struggling brat.
You stared up at him, blinking at his sudden appearance until a stupid-looking grin crossed over your features. “Yes” you stated simply, holding your finger out towards him.
Kisame deadpanned. “I was kidding.”
“…I wasn’t” you said with a puppy-dog pout, your eyes starting to water.
“What a cry-baby! I didn’t bite you that hard, you weak broad!” interjected the boy, still struggling about, his arms and legs shaking wildly as he hung from Kisame’s hand. “Besides, why would he wanna kiss your finger? You’re a girl and girls have cooties!”
You twitched. “Kisame… Lock the door. Now.”
Kisame closed the door and locked it just as he was told to do. He had no obligation to actually obey your orders but, he had to admit, he was amused by your sudden change in attitude. Kisame leaned his back against the locked door, blocking it off completely, then set the boy down by the bathtub.
“Okay, brat, playtime is over. I don’t care if you’re used to being treated like royalty when your parents are around because they’re not here right now. You’re under my rule now and you better obey and respect me or I’ll spank that bottom of yours until you start coughing up blood. Go that, brat?”
The boy looked up at you, his eyes narrowed and his arms crossed. “Alright ya dumb broad, first of all, my name isn’t brat. It’s Daichi(1). And secondly, you can’t touch me! If you hurt me my parents won’t pay you and then you’ll fail your first mission and you and your team will be known as ninja rejects for the rest of your pathetic careers.”
You glared down at the boy.
He stuck his tongue out at you and blew a raspberry, getting small speckles of saliva on your cheek.
Kisame massaged his temple, fighting of the impending migraine as you tackled Daichi to the ground and started forcing the boy’s clothing off of him. Daichi shouted indignantly at this, but you ignored him in favor of filling up the tub with water as you kept your right foot on the boy’s back to prevent him from running. Once the tub was completely filled you picked him up and literally dropped him into the tub, causing water to spill out and land on the floor.
“Ahh! This water is cold!” Daichi exclaimed with chattering teeth as he hugged his arms for warmth.
“Tough” you snorted as you began to vigorously scrub behind the boy’s ears with a washcloth, rubbing away the dirt that had accumulated there since his last bath; you estimated the last time he bathed was about a week ago, give or take a couple days. “If you wanted a warm bath then maybe you should’ve jumped in the first time I ran your water for you.”
“…I don’t like you.”
“Oh really” you muttered absentmindedly as you trailed down to the boy’s neck, scrubbing hard enough to turn his skin red. Seriously, when was the last time this kid properly washed himself?! He was absolutely filthy! The son of a feudal lord should be able to afford proper hygiene. “If I actually cared about what your opinion of me was then I might actually be upset. It’s a good thing I don’t!” you finished with a fake smile.
The rest of the bath went by in a similar manner. Daichi would make snide comments and you would just brush them off while scrubbing the boy raw. Kisame, meanwhile, tried to ignore the two of you by focusing on a particularly interesting crack on the wall. Anything was better than listening to you and Daichi arguing. Still, Kisame had to admit that he was amused by the situation.
“Finished” you stated in a satisfied voice, throwing the washcloth at Daichi as you stood. It landed on his head with a loud plop, causing the boy to glare at you though you ignored it in favor of draining the water from the tub and dropping a dry towel onto his head instead.
Daichi pulled both the washcloth and the towel off of his head, his face set in a scowl as he stared at you. “…I think I’m bleeding internally.”
“That just means I did a really good job” you responded, a true smile on your face now that the hard part of your job was over. “Now, if I remember correctly, your parents told me that after you took your bath it would be time for bed. So, are you gonna be a good little boy and go to sleep or are we going to have to force you?” You stared down at Daichi, your hands on your hips as you waited for his response.
With an incoherent grumble, Daichi wrapped the towel around his body, climbed out of the tub, and slinked away towards his room.
“Piece of cake” you stated matter-of-factly as you dried your hands on your pants. “Mission complete.”
Kisame wished that he could agree with you but something deep within his gut told him that the mission wasn’t over yet. A child as stubborn and spoiled as Daichi wouldn’t give up so easily. Kisame looked down at you with a quirked eyebrow. “I’d hate to ruin your good mood but I bet you that he just went in his room and locked his door.”
“…Why do you always have to rain on my parade, Kisa-kun.”
Kisame shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno. Because it’s easy?”
“Alright then,” you started, rolling your eyes, “I’m going to check up on Daichi right now just to prove to you that he’s being a good boy and didn’t lock us out.”
The two of you left the bathroom, you in the front with your nose held high in the air and Kisame trailing behind you with a bored expression. You smiled as you reached the door and gripped the handle, trying to turn it only to discover that the door was locked. You faltered, then glared at the doorknob as you shook and tugged and jiggled it. No luck.
Kisame smirked down at you. “It’s locked.”
“No,” you argued, still tugging on the handle, “The door is just stuck, that’s all. Daichi-chan!” you called in a voice that was so sickeningly sweet that it could’ve made Kisame vomit up a bucket of pink glitter. “Can you please come and open up the door for Kisame and me, sweetheart? It’s stuck.”
“Duh! Of course it’s stuck; I locked the door, ya dumb broad!”
Kisame watched you with an amused expression. Briefly, he wondered how much longer you would have to bang your head against the door before you got a concussion. He was sure it would be a while; after all, you had a rather thick skull.
With a sigh, Kisame gently pushed you out of the way. You stared up at him, an odd look crossing over your features as you wondered what he was up to. Kisame closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and kicked the door down with his superhuman strength. He grinned at the wide-eyed looks he received from you and Daichi.
“Well, at least the door isn’t locked anymore, though I hope they don’t dock our pay for that” you muttered to yourself. Pushing that thought to the back of your mind, you swiftly made your way towards Daichi. You grabbed his earlobe, causing the boy to yelp indignantly, then pulled him towards his bed. You placed the boy under his covers, tucking his arms in tightly so that there was no way for him to escape in the middle of the night. “There, all tucked in and ready for bed” you said, proud of successfully completing your mission.
“Wait!” Daichi called, preventing you from leaving the room and raiding the fridge. “I can’t go to sleep without a bedtime story. My mom tells me one every night before I go to bed.”
“…Okay, fine. Whatever. I’ll tell you a bedtime story.” You racked your mind for any good children’s stories but found none. Instead, you decided you would make up your own story. “Ahem. Once upon a time-”
“Lame!”
You frowned down at the little brat. You wished he was a few years older so that you could wallop him without feeling guilty afterwards. “I haven’t even started the story yet!”
“Yup. And it doesn’t take a mind-reader to know that it was going to be lame. It was probably going to be about a princess or some happy magical unicorn.”
“…Nuh-uh.” Actually, your story was going to be about a baby ninja bunny and her amazing journey to the land hidden in the candy. So ha, he was wrong.
Kisame rolled his eyes and walked over to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “You just go relax with Yoshizaki-sensei and Takei. I’ll handle the kid.” Kisame was sure that he would regret his decision later, but for now, the look of gratitude that shined in your eyes was enough to prevent him from backing down. Besides, he was Hoshigaki Kisame; one little kid, no matter how bratty and irritating, was no match for him.
“Thank you, Kisa-kun!” you shouted in appreciation, giving him a quick hug before you ran off to laze around with your fellow comrades.
Kisame wished that you hadn’t hugged him so unexpectedly; it was a lot harder to fight off the blush when he didn’t know it was coming.
“…You like her, don’t you?”
Kisame froze. He stared down at Daichi with a small glare, a light purple blush still staining his cheeks; the boy was currently giving him a smug, knowing look. It was at this point that Kisame wished for the first time in his life that he was completely infertile.
“Don’t try playing dumb, no matter how good you are at it” Daichi continued, not giving Kisame a chance to properly respond. “It’s easy to tell you like her; you’ve been giving your girlfriend googly eyes all night long.”
As Kisame’s blush grew so did his frown. “I did not give her googly eyes. And she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a girl that’s on my team, that’s all.”
“Ya know, for just a girl on your team, you’re getting pretty flustered over nothing. You better be careful or people are going to think you really do like her.”
Kisame’s right eye twitched. What ever happened to the good ol’ days when children would just play their own games and mind their own business? Children should be seen, not heard.
Kisame took the time to will away his blush and compose himself, then turned back towards Daichi. “You like bedtime stories, right?” The boy nodded. “Good. Here’s a story. Once upon a time there was a giant shark monster. He ate little boys that wouldn’t keep their mouths shut. The end.”
Daichi gave Kisame an incredulous look. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” Kisame responded, allowing his sharpened teeth to gleam in the soft light of the bedroom.
Daichi, for the first time that night, was silent.
With a grin, Kisame left the room, stopping in the doorway to pick up the door and place it back on its hinges. With one last sharp-toothed smirk in Daichi’s direction, he turned off the light and headed towards the living room to join the rest of his team and celebrate their first completed mission.
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(1) According to my sources, the translation of this name is “great first son” or “great land.” I figured this would be an appropriate name for the only son of a feudal lord.
…I almost feel bad for that poor little boy. Almost. xD lol. Well, I think next chapter is going to be some fluff between you and Kisame, cuz I luffs me some fluff! ^__^
Ever notice how the word "therapist" is just "the" and "rapist" put together? Think about it. 