Post by Rockinmuffin on Feb 25, 2007 21:39:31 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Well, I didn’t own Naruto last time I posted so I doubt I suddenly gained it in such a short amount of time. >.>
This is happening about two weeks after the first chapter. Kisame has already become a little more social, at least, I think he's talking a little more. He's still a butt-munch though. >.>
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You blinked. “Final exams? So soon?”
Kisame grinned. Before class ended the teacher had announced that in one week all the academy students twelve and older would take their final exams. Those who passed would graduate the academy as Genin and become recognized as true ninjas by the village. However, those who failed… would die. After all, the final exam was nothing more than a battle-to-the-death between two students.
Kisame knew he’d be one of the students to pass the exams; he was the strongest in the academy. He almost felt sorry for the poor kid that would have to face him. Almost.
You, on the other hand, weren’t feeling nearly as confident as your friend.
“I don’t wanna die!” you screeched as you wrapped your arms tightly around Kisame’s right arm.
Kisame looked down at you with a bored expression before pulling his arm out of your surprisingly-strong grasp. “If you can’t even handle one simple death match then you have no chance of ever becoming a ninja” Kisame scolded as he headed outside the academy to go home.
You quickly followed after him, scurrying as fast as your shorter legs could carry you in order to keep up with his long strides. “Dude, I’m only twelve! What kind of sick, deranged freak forces young children to fight each other to the death?!”
Kisame gave you a deadpan stare. “Our Mizukage, that’s who. Idiot.”
“I’m not ready for this!” you shouted, throwing your arms in the air for emphasis. “What if I forget one of my jutsus? What if my aim is off? What if I trip during an attack and land face-first on a kunai and poke an eye out?! This is too much pressure for me! I’m too cute to go through the rest of my life wearing an eye patch!”
“That’s assuming you don’t die during the exam” Kisame reminded you. Just a few more minutes and he’d be home and away from you.
Still, you continued to follow him. “Kisa-kun, you gotta help me!”
Kisame scoffed. “I don’t have to help you do anything. It’s your own fault if you aren’t prepared for the final exams, not mine.”
“But… wouldn’t you be upset if I were to die in some horribly, slow, painful way?”
“Not really. No.” Kisame sped up his pace.
You sped up your own pace, pumping your arms back and forth. “Really? You wouldn’t miss me at all? Not even a little bit?”
“Nope.”
“Not even a little teensy weensy bit?”
“No.”
“Not even a little teensy weensy itty bitty-”
“NO! Now will you please, for the love of all that is good and holy, shut up!” Kisame roared, literally roared, while showing off rows of teeth that looked as sharp as they felt; you knew this, of course, from experience.
You stared at your blue-skinned companion with wide eyes. It took every single ounce of your will power to suppress a grin. “I’ll shut up, but you have to do a little something for me in exchange. After all, it’s only fair.”
Kisame’s right eyelid twitched slightly. “…What do you want?” Last time you asked him to do something he ended up humiliating himself in front of his entire class. Then again, he would gladly make a fool of himself if it meant a moment of silence.
“Train me” you stated simply. Kisame raised a single brow and gave you a queer look so you continued. “If I’m going to have any chance passing my exam then I’m going to need to be prepared to fight against someone way stronger than me. You’re the strongest kid in our class, right?” At this, Kisame lightly nodded his head in agreement. “Well, if I get trained by you then I’ll be prepared to fight against anyone. So train me.”
“…Fine, I’ll train you, but,” Kisame turned to you with a sharp-toothed grin, “I won’t go easy on you.”
You smiled right back at him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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“OW! Dude, you sliced open my frickin’ arm!” you screeched as you held your arm which was now sporting a small bleeding gash due to Kisame’s obscenely large sword. “And why do you have such a large sword anyway? Are you compensating for something? Like, are you really small in the pants-”
“You’re rather crude for a girl your age” Kisame interrupted, frowning down at you as he set his blade down. “Besides, I warned you that I wasn’t going to go easy on you. Your opponent isn’t going to stop attacking you when you’ve fallen to the ground and start licking your wounds. You need to practice fighting with someone that won’t hold back on you. The only way you’ll survive the exams is if you get as much realistic practice as you can, and even then your survival isn’t assured.”
You just stared up at Kisame with wide eyes and a puppy-dog pout.
Kisame rolled his eyes but reached down towards you. You grinned as you took hold of his arm and allowed him to easily pull you to your feet as if you were as light as a feather.
“It won’t help you any with your training but I suppose we can afford to take a break for you to regain some of your energy.” Kisame’s beady eyes slowly drifted down towards the cut on your arm. It wasn’t very deep; for some reason beyond his comprehension, Kisame decided he would hold back at least a little bit since you weren’t anywhere near his power level. Still, the wound could become infected if left untreated. He immediately turned away to go inside.
You quickly followed his example, smiling as you got to see the inside of Kisame’s house for the first time.
You were half-surprised to find out that it looked no different from any other house in the village. You were actually disappointed that it didn’t look like some sort of underwater cave. Oh well. At least you still had plenty of other things to tease him about.
“Hey, Kisa-kun!”
“What?” Kisame responded as he grabbed a first-aid kit off the table, not really sounding interested in the least bit.
“I’m hungry” you answered with a pout.
“Really? Sucks to be you” he answered with a straight face as he took hold of your wounded arm, carefully applying an antiseptic to it. The corners of his lips twitched, almost quirking into a smile, as you flinched at the stinging sensation.
“Well, aren’t you going to offer me something to eat? I mean, I am your guest after all.”
“I don’t remember inviting you. You just followed me home” Kisame stated as he started to wrap your arm with bandages. “You’re no one’s guest but your own.”
“Well, if I’m my own guest then I guess that means I can help myself to whatever I want!” you answered with a grin as he finished bandaging your arm. “I hope you and your family don’t have the diets of a shark; I’m not really in the mood for fish or bloody chunks of human flesh” you whined, half-joking and half-serious, as you stood up and ran towards Kisame’s refrigerator.
Kisame rolled his eyes but allowed you to dig through his fridge nonetheless. He wasn’t in the mood to get into any pointless arguments. Besides, he wouldn’t mind seeing your expression when you would finally find that jar with the human heart in the back of the fridge.(1)
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(1) Why would the Hoshigaki family have a jar with a human heart? I haven’t a clue. Could be for food, for medical purposes, or perhaps it’s a memento from a fight? >.> Yeah, let’s stick with that one.
This is happening about two weeks after the first chapter. Kisame has already become a little more social, at least, I think he's talking a little more. He's still a butt-munch though. >.>
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You blinked. “Final exams? So soon?”
Kisame grinned. Before class ended the teacher had announced that in one week all the academy students twelve and older would take their final exams. Those who passed would graduate the academy as Genin and become recognized as true ninjas by the village. However, those who failed… would die. After all, the final exam was nothing more than a battle-to-the-death between two students.
Kisame knew he’d be one of the students to pass the exams; he was the strongest in the academy. He almost felt sorry for the poor kid that would have to face him. Almost.
You, on the other hand, weren’t feeling nearly as confident as your friend.
“I don’t wanna die!” you screeched as you wrapped your arms tightly around Kisame’s right arm.
Kisame looked down at you with a bored expression before pulling his arm out of your surprisingly-strong grasp. “If you can’t even handle one simple death match then you have no chance of ever becoming a ninja” Kisame scolded as he headed outside the academy to go home.
You quickly followed after him, scurrying as fast as your shorter legs could carry you in order to keep up with his long strides. “Dude, I’m only twelve! What kind of sick, deranged freak forces young children to fight each other to the death?!”
Kisame gave you a deadpan stare. “Our Mizukage, that’s who. Idiot.”
“I’m not ready for this!” you shouted, throwing your arms in the air for emphasis. “What if I forget one of my jutsus? What if my aim is off? What if I trip during an attack and land face-first on a kunai and poke an eye out?! This is too much pressure for me! I’m too cute to go through the rest of my life wearing an eye patch!”
“That’s assuming you don’t die during the exam” Kisame reminded you. Just a few more minutes and he’d be home and away from you.
Still, you continued to follow him. “Kisa-kun, you gotta help me!”
Kisame scoffed. “I don’t have to help you do anything. It’s your own fault if you aren’t prepared for the final exams, not mine.”
“But… wouldn’t you be upset if I were to die in some horribly, slow, painful way?”
“Not really. No.” Kisame sped up his pace.
You sped up your own pace, pumping your arms back and forth. “Really? You wouldn’t miss me at all? Not even a little bit?”
“Nope.”
“Not even a little teensy weensy bit?”
“No.”
“Not even a little teensy weensy itty bitty-”
“NO! Now will you please, for the love of all that is good and holy, shut up!” Kisame roared, literally roared, while showing off rows of teeth that looked as sharp as they felt; you knew this, of course, from experience.
You stared at your blue-skinned companion with wide eyes. It took every single ounce of your will power to suppress a grin. “I’ll shut up, but you have to do a little something for me in exchange. After all, it’s only fair.”
Kisame’s right eyelid twitched slightly. “…What do you want?” Last time you asked him to do something he ended up humiliating himself in front of his entire class. Then again, he would gladly make a fool of himself if it meant a moment of silence.
“Train me” you stated simply. Kisame raised a single brow and gave you a queer look so you continued. “If I’m going to have any chance passing my exam then I’m going to need to be prepared to fight against someone way stronger than me. You’re the strongest kid in our class, right?” At this, Kisame lightly nodded his head in agreement. “Well, if I get trained by you then I’ll be prepared to fight against anyone. So train me.”
“…Fine, I’ll train you, but,” Kisame turned to you with a sharp-toothed grin, “I won’t go easy on you.”
You smiled right back at him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
“OW! Dude, you sliced open my frickin’ arm!” you screeched as you held your arm which was now sporting a small bleeding gash due to Kisame’s obscenely large sword. “And why do you have such a large sword anyway? Are you compensating for something? Like, are you really small in the pants-”
“You’re rather crude for a girl your age” Kisame interrupted, frowning down at you as he set his blade down. “Besides, I warned you that I wasn’t going to go easy on you. Your opponent isn’t going to stop attacking you when you’ve fallen to the ground and start licking your wounds. You need to practice fighting with someone that won’t hold back on you. The only way you’ll survive the exams is if you get as much realistic practice as you can, and even then your survival isn’t assured.”
You just stared up at Kisame with wide eyes and a puppy-dog pout.
Kisame rolled his eyes but reached down towards you. You grinned as you took hold of his arm and allowed him to easily pull you to your feet as if you were as light as a feather.
“It won’t help you any with your training but I suppose we can afford to take a break for you to regain some of your energy.” Kisame’s beady eyes slowly drifted down towards the cut on your arm. It wasn’t very deep; for some reason beyond his comprehension, Kisame decided he would hold back at least a little bit since you weren’t anywhere near his power level. Still, the wound could become infected if left untreated. He immediately turned away to go inside.
You quickly followed his example, smiling as you got to see the inside of Kisame’s house for the first time.
You were half-surprised to find out that it looked no different from any other house in the village. You were actually disappointed that it didn’t look like some sort of underwater cave. Oh well. At least you still had plenty of other things to tease him about.
“Hey, Kisa-kun!”
“What?” Kisame responded as he grabbed a first-aid kit off the table, not really sounding interested in the least bit.
“I’m hungry” you answered with a pout.
“Really? Sucks to be you” he answered with a straight face as he took hold of your wounded arm, carefully applying an antiseptic to it. The corners of his lips twitched, almost quirking into a smile, as you flinched at the stinging sensation.
“Well, aren’t you going to offer me something to eat? I mean, I am your guest after all.”
“I don’t remember inviting you. You just followed me home” Kisame stated as he started to wrap your arm with bandages. “You’re no one’s guest but your own.”
“Well, if I’m my own guest then I guess that means I can help myself to whatever I want!” you answered with a grin as he finished bandaging your arm. “I hope you and your family don’t have the diets of a shark; I’m not really in the mood for fish or bloody chunks of human flesh” you whined, half-joking and half-serious, as you stood up and ran towards Kisame’s refrigerator.
Kisame rolled his eyes but allowed you to dig through his fridge nonetheless. He wasn’t in the mood to get into any pointless arguments. Besides, he wouldn’t mind seeing your expression when you would finally find that jar with the human heart in the back of the fridge.(1)
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(1) Why would the Hoshigaki family have a jar with a human heart? I haven’t a clue. Could be for food, for medical purposes, or perhaps it’s a memento from a fight? >.> Yeah, let’s stick with that one.
Ever notice how the word "therapist" is just "the" and "rapist" put together? Think about it. 