Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Senses ❯ Touch ( Chapter 4 )

Touch

Kisame

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Kisame had thought of himself as normal until he left his Village of the Mist. There, no one gave a person a second glance if they had blue skin or slightly sharper teeth, but apparently, once his foot stepped out the gate he was automatically labeled a monster. Having killed off every member of his clan before he left didn't help the nickname.

 

He traveled for a few months, slaughtering whoever he wanted, taking whatever he wanted. It wasn't long before a messenger arrived from Akatsuki who requested his presence at a designated area. Days later, in his still crisp robe with the crimson cloud pattern, he was assigned his partner.

 

Uchiha Itachi was a man of few words. It wasn't much of a stretch from when he'd been alone he mused except that he now had someone tagging along. Later he would realize that he was the tagalong.

 

After completing many successful missions and analyzing Itachi's moves and style, Kisame began to accept his new lifestyle and he began to forget the shouts of people calling him a monster. His victims still called him this, but after all he was about to skin them alive with his Samehada. It didn't take long for him to begin to crave the fear and flinches from the people they passed by in the streets. Soon after Itachi had reminded him to wear his straw hat to avoid drawing attention to themselves.

 

Fat chance.

 

Two men walking around in crimson clouded cloaks and one with a large bandaged sword not be noticed?

 

When they failed their first mission of retrieving the Kyuubi they were given a dangerous mission in Snow Country of going to retrieve certain merchandise their Leader requested. As soon as they stepped foot in the blasted cold land he knew this was their Leader's twisted way of punishment.

 

It was only confirmed when they were ambushed by shinobi that had the advantage of fighting in the snow on a daily basis. Itachi, being the prodigy Uchiha that he was, walked away without a scratch. But one lucky son of a bitch landed a direct kick to his chest and sent him over a cliff that had been hidden by snow.

 

When he woke up, he didn't know how long he had been out. The fact that his entire body was numb though gave him a good idea that he'd been out a few hours. He made his way to stand and discovered another mishap; both of his legs had been broken. After cursing a great deal and administering basic medic jutus to his legs he found he would not be moving from the ravine he now found himself in. Having used too much charka, he passed out soon after thankful to escape the pain.

 

When he woke up the second time there was much more light then he remembered, and his legs didn't hurt nearly as bad. He sat up reaching for the Samehada and looked around. He realized he was no longer at the bottom of the ravine.

 

Itachi entered the clearing with firewood and stopped to glare at him before setting up a fire. He didn't say a word for the entire night and somehow that only served to annoy Kisame.

 

Kisame wasn't big on touching people, much less having people touch him. The last time someone touched him without it being a punch or kick, had been his mother when he was just a boy. She'd died shortly after in a mission and his Uncle had taken him in. Abuse was an everyday thing in his house and he often cursed his sister saying she had made Kisame too soft. He put it upon himself to make him strong, emotionless and a cold-hearted shinobi. Kisame hated to admit he'd succeeded in everyway.

 

Even after leaving no one touched him, no one was stupid to. And now the first person who had touched him had done so while he was asleep, well unconscious whatever. The point was it had been done and Kisame wasn't sure if he was mad because he violated his personal space or because he had missed it.

 

It was terrified to say it was the latter.