Post by Rockinmuffin on Feb 25, 2007 21:30:28 GMT -5
Disclaimer: The day I own Naruto is the day that politicians stop lieing. (That would be never.)
Umm, I guess I just want an excuse to write a story that pairs the reader and Kisame together as well as go into Kisame's past and mess with it. xD Two birds with one stone.
About Kisame's personality: I tried to write him as a little antisoocial which may seem OOC but I can't imagine that Kisame had a very fun childhood. I think his openess and more playful personality would have to develop over time. So he's a mean butt-munch right now. :3
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“So, which one of your parents was the shark?”
Kisame growled lowly in warning, sending a light glare your way. He should’ve expected it; no one sat next to him in class. The only time any of the other students talked to him was to harass him about his appearance. Why would the new girl be any different?
You ignored the blue kid’s attempt at intimidation and poked him on the shoulder. “Hey, I asked you a question! Which one was the shark? Was it your daddy? I think it was your daddy cuz I can’t imagine what a mommy shark would look like” you chattered on, still poking the larger boy’s shoulder.
Kisame’s right eye twitched. “Keep it up and I’ll bite that finger off.”
You stopped your relentless poking, staring up at the boy with widened eyes. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”
His face was as serious as death. “Try me.”
And so, not being one to back away from a challenge, you poked him again.
He bit your finger.
“…Ow.”
Kisame grinned as he opened his mouth, setting your finger free and showing off his sharp teeth all in one. He smirked at the shocked expression on your face as you stared at your finger worriedly.
“I think I’m bleeding… Yup, I’m definitely bleeding. Does this look infected to you?” you questioned, shoving your finger in front of the boy’s face. “You don’t have rabies, do you? I haven’t gotten my rabies shot so I really hope not.”
“…”
“…Do you have any bandages?”
Kisame stared at you incredulously. What kind of future ninja couldn’t stand a small nip on the finger? And while he was thinking about it, what kind of ninja didn’t know when to keep their mouth shut? And what kind of girl would come to talk to him?
Kisame stared down at you; small, beady eyes meeting with large, expressive ones. “No, I don’t.”
“Then will you kiss it better?”
“WHAT?!” Kisame nearly shrieked. Several other students in the classroom sent glares his way, but Kisame didn’t notice.
“Kiss it better. You’re the one that bit me so it’s only fair that you’re the one to kiss away my boo-boo and make it better” you explained with a serious face as you presented the blue kid with your wounded finger. “Now kiss it!” you demanded, earning even more glares from your fellow students for disrupting the silence.
Kisame abruptly turned away from you and stared down at his desk, pretending to busy himself with studying over the rules that all ninja were required to abide by.
“…Ow. The pain! I don’t think I can go on much longer!” you shouted melodramatically as you held your finger as if it were about to fall off.
Kisame kept his eyes on the rules. Maybe if he ignored you for long enough you’d get bored of harassing him and leave him alone? Probably not, but it was worth a shot.
“I think I’m dying from blood loss! NOOOOOOOOO! I’m too young and adora-bib-ull to die!” Kisame rolled his eyes as you continued. “I-I see a light! Must… go… towards… THE LIGHT! …Grandma, is that you?”
As you fell face-first on the floor, pretending to be dead, Kisame decided that he had had enough. “If I kiss your finger will you shut up and leave me alone?”
“…Maybe” you answered in a muffled voice, your lips still pressed against the floor.
Kisame sighed as he stood up out of his seat, then, seeing that you weren’t going to get up anytime soon, kneeled down on the floor next to you. He grabbed you arm and, with a roll of the eyes, kissed your boo-boo.
“THANK YOU!” you shouted as you instantly tackled the larger male into a hug. “I’ve never been kissed by a boy before, well, except my daddy but he doesn’t count, so that means you’re my first kiss! Now we have to get married. Where do you want the Honeymoon? I’ve always wanted to visit the village hidden in the waterfalls. How many kids do you want to have? I want one boy and one girl! Hey, would our kids look like sharks too or is the shark gene a recessive trait?”
Kisame ignored your senseless drabble as he pried your arms off of him. “Are you always this irritating or did you just eat an extra bowl of stupid this morning?”
You ignored his remark in favor of asking a question of your own. “Hey, what’s your name? If we’re going to get married and have two shark babies together then we should probably know each other’s names. Otherwise our marriage is going to be really awkward…”
“I’m not telling you my name.”
You pouted. “I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours!”
Kisame gave you a bored look. “I don’t care.”
“But don’t you want to know the name of your future wife?”
“You’re not my future wife. You’re a delusional freak of a little girl that doesn’t know when to keep her mouth closed.”
You looked up at the man with a smile on your face, completely unfazed by his harsh words. “I’m _____! I used to be in another class but the teacher requested I be moved to another classroom cuz he said I was disruptive.”
“I can’t imagine what gave him that idea” Kisame replied sardonically.
“So are you going to tell me your name or not? If you don’t, I’ll just keep bugging you until you give up and tell me. You might as well save yourself the trouble.”
He knew you were right. “Kisame. Hoshigaki Kisame” he answered with a sigh. He glared at you as you snickered to yourself. “What’s so funny?” he growled.
“Your parents named you Demon-shark Star-Brat?!(1) That’s amazing!” you squealed before bursting out into a fit of giggles.
“…You’re annoying.”
“Awww! I love you too, Kisa-kun!” you exclaimed as you wrapped your arms around Kisame for a second time. “I have a feeling deep down in my gut tells me we’re gonna be best friends forever!”
Kisame had a feeling deep down in his gut too; something told him that his life just got a little more complicated… And a lot more stupid.
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(1) I believe “Kisame” roughly translates to “Demon Shark.” Hoshigaki are actually dried Japanese persimmons, but when you break down the name “hoshi” translates to “star” and “gaki” translates to “brat.” And that’s where Star-brat comes from. xD
Umm, I guess I just want an excuse to write a story that pairs the reader and Kisame together as well as go into Kisame's past and mess with it. xD Two birds with one stone.
About Kisame's personality: I tried to write him as a little antisoocial which may seem OOC but I can't imagine that Kisame had a very fun childhood. I think his openess and more playful personality would have to develop over time. So he's a mean butt-munch right now. :3
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“So, which one of your parents was the shark?”
Kisame growled lowly in warning, sending a light glare your way. He should’ve expected it; no one sat next to him in class. The only time any of the other students talked to him was to harass him about his appearance. Why would the new girl be any different?
You ignored the blue kid’s attempt at intimidation and poked him on the shoulder. “Hey, I asked you a question! Which one was the shark? Was it your daddy? I think it was your daddy cuz I can’t imagine what a mommy shark would look like” you chattered on, still poking the larger boy’s shoulder.
Kisame’s right eye twitched. “Keep it up and I’ll bite that finger off.”
You stopped your relentless poking, staring up at the boy with widened eyes. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”
His face was as serious as death. “Try me.”
And so, not being one to back away from a challenge, you poked him again.
He bit your finger.
“…Ow.”
Kisame grinned as he opened his mouth, setting your finger free and showing off his sharp teeth all in one. He smirked at the shocked expression on your face as you stared at your finger worriedly.
“I think I’m bleeding… Yup, I’m definitely bleeding. Does this look infected to you?” you questioned, shoving your finger in front of the boy’s face. “You don’t have rabies, do you? I haven’t gotten my rabies shot so I really hope not.”
“…”
“…Do you have any bandages?”
Kisame stared at you incredulously. What kind of future ninja couldn’t stand a small nip on the finger? And while he was thinking about it, what kind of ninja didn’t know when to keep their mouth shut? And what kind of girl would come to talk to him?
Kisame stared down at you; small, beady eyes meeting with large, expressive ones. “No, I don’t.”
“Then will you kiss it better?”
“WHAT?!” Kisame nearly shrieked. Several other students in the classroom sent glares his way, but Kisame didn’t notice.
“Kiss it better. You’re the one that bit me so it’s only fair that you’re the one to kiss away my boo-boo and make it better” you explained with a serious face as you presented the blue kid with your wounded finger. “Now kiss it!” you demanded, earning even more glares from your fellow students for disrupting the silence.
Kisame abruptly turned away from you and stared down at his desk, pretending to busy himself with studying over the rules that all ninja were required to abide by.
“…Ow. The pain! I don’t think I can go on much longer!” you shouted melodramatically as you held your finger as if it were about to fall off.
Kisame kept his eyes on the rules. Maybe if he ignored you for long enough you’d get bored of harassing him and leave him alone? Probably not, but it was worth a shot.
“I think I’m dying from blood loss! NOOOOOOOOO! I’m too young and adora-bib-ull to die!” Kisame rolled his eyes as you continued. “I-I see a light! Must… go… towards… THE LIGHT! …Grandma, is that you?”
As you fell face-first on the floor, pretending to be dead, Kisame decided that he had had enough. “If I kiss your finger will you shut up and leave me alone?”
“…Maybe” you answered in a muffled voice, your lips still pressed against the floor.
Kisame sighed as he stood up out of his seat, then, seeing that you weren’t going to get up anytime soon, kneeled down on the floor next to you. He grabbed you arm and, with a roll of the eyes, kissed your boo-boo.
“THANK YOU!” you shouted as you instantly tackled the larger male into a hug. “I’ve never been kissed by a boy before, well, except my daddy but he doesn’t count, so that means you’re my first kiss! Now we have to get married. Where do you want the Honeymoon? I’ve always wanted to visit the village hidden in the waterfalls. How many kids do you want to have? I want one boy and one girl! Hey, would our kids look like sharks too or is the shark gene a recessive trait?”
Kisame ignored your senseless drabble as he pried your arms off of him. “Are you always this irritating or did you just eat an extra bowl of stupid this morning?”
You ignored his remark in favor of asking a question of your own. “Hey, what’s your name? If we’re going to get married and have two shark babies together then we should probably know each other’s names. Otherwise our marriage is going to be really awkward…”
“I’m not telling you my name.”
You pouted. “I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours!”
Kisame gave you a bored look. “I don’t care.”
“But don’t you want to know the name of your future wife?”
“You’re not my future wife. You’re a delusional freak of a little girl that doesn’t know when to keep her mouth closed.”
You looked up at the man with a smile on your face, completely unfazed by his harsh words. “I’m _____! I used to be in another class but the teacher requested I be moved to another classroom cuz he said I was disruptive.”
“I can’t imagine what gave him that idea” Kisame replied sardonically.
“So are you going to tell me your name or not? If you don’t, I’ll just keep bugging you until you give up and tell me. You might as well save yourself the trouble.”
He knew you were right. “Kisame. Hoshigaki Kisame” he answered with a sigh. He glared at you as you snickered to yourself. “What’s so funny?” he growled.
“Your parents named you Demon-shark Star-Brat?!(1) That’s amazing!” you squealed before bursting out into a fit of giggles.
“…You’re annoying.”
“Awww! I love you too, Kisa-kun!” you exclaimed as you wrapped your arms around Kisame for a second time. “I have a feeling deep down in my gut tells me we’re gonna be best friends forever!”
Kisame had a feeling deep down in his gut too; something told him that his life just got a little more complicated… And a lot more stupid.
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(1) I believe “Kisame” roughly translates to “Demon Shark.” Hoshigaki are actually dried Japanese persimmons, but when you break down the name “hoshi” translates to “star” and “gaki” translates to “brat.” And that’s where Star-brat comes from. xD
Ever notice how the word "therapist" is just "the" and "rapist" put together? Think about it. 