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A special note for all of you reading both "Part 3" and "Part 4", they are exactly the same in the beginning. I did this on purpose because they aren't really meant to be read together. They are alternate endings based upon one single changed action. For those of you reading both of them, they diverge after you call Kisame "master". Hit control and "F" at the same time, type master in the search box and read away.______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Arm
and knee clean, stitched and bandaged; you finished changing into new clothing
and quickly made your way to Kisame’s room. You opened Kisame’s door without
bothering to knock. You knew he would be up and awake still. Sure enough, Kisame
was sitting on his bed, waiting for you. He was hunched over, elbows perched on
his knees and hands folded in the air. His chin rested onto of his large
fingers, face pointing at the door.Though
you had already been in this room earlier tonight the environment was completely
different. The wall still gapped open, but it was much less menacing that
before. Rather than an open mouth, all you saw was a large hole, revealing the
pipes that lead to the bathrooms. Despite the fact that Kisame had tried to kill
you, you were too busy being overjoyed at your sudden and complete control over
him. It was nice to feel like an omniscient, all powerful, goddess divine.
Nothing cured anger like a power trip.“I
brought your cloak back,” you indicated to the red and black fabric wrapped
around you.“Just
set it down over there,” Kisame instructed, pulling himself up onto the bed.
His long legs stretched out across the mattress as his back turned to you. He
did not even look back at you. That was fine by you, more to your advantage. You
dropped the cloak and walked across the room to the bed. You crawled up right
behind him, placing your legs on either side of him. The bed squeaked heavily
under you, probably having seen better days. The
second your hands touched his neck, you felt him tense up. You instantly knew
you were correct in your conclusions before. The man had not been touched like
this in quite some time. All his muscles were knotted and probably sore. It was
a small wonder he was itching for a fight all the time, he probably used the
adrenaline to block out the stiffness. You decided to add some light massage to
your backrub, just to try and loosen him up a bit.You
let you fingers cascade down onto his shoulders, eight digits settling above his
collar bone and two thumbs against his neck. You let your thumbs move in tiny
circles, pressing mildly hard into his tense neck. You felt him relax a little,
breathing heavily through his nose. Good, his muscles needed some firm pressure
and he loosened right up.“Geeze
Kisame, you’re really tense,” you observed, pressing down on a particularly
tight spot until it unwound a bit. “When is the last time you just relaxed?”“I
can’t remember. Missing ninja don’t usually get that luxury,” he pointed
out, closing his eyes.“Oh,
yeah. I forgot,” you replied. You
had joined the Akatsuki long before being counted as a missing ninja, doing some
casual spy work for them first. When you had left your village, it was a sure
thing. Unlike Kisame, you had never had to spend time on the run, all alone. You
had new allies right from the get go. He came to the Akatsuki after plotting a coup d'état and assassinating a feudal lord.
He fought against the forces of the Land of Water by himself for a few years
before Akatsuki came along. No doubt, he had a much tougher life than you. As
you hit another patch of tightness, you frowned deeply at him. Your thumbs
pressed in, slowly rolling up his neck and then back down. You worked intently,
making sure you did not grip him too hard with your other fingers. Doing two
things at once took all your concentration. You switched positions, pulling your
legs back. Moving into a kneeling position right behind Kisame, you leaned into
your motions. Finally, after those muscles submitted to your prowess, you
returned to your speech.“Damn
it Kisame,” you grumbled, finding another sore patch. “New orders from your
team mate. Relax a little. You’re so tense you feel like you’re about to
snap.”Kisame
tilted his head upwards, staring backwards at you. You stopped moving for a
second, and gave him your best commanding gaze. You knew you did not have the
authority to give orders that lasted longer than tonight, but you sure as hell
were going to try. If he ever came back to you again, begging for another
backrub, you sure as hell wanted it to be easier than this. The strain you were
putting into your thumbs was locking into your shoulders, making them sorer than
they had ever been before.“All
right,” he consented, lip twitching into a tiny smile.You
nodded as if you say “damn straight”, and then switched back to your
original position. Legs at his sides again, you switched from massage to a true
back rub. Using the very tips of your fingers, you rubbed small circles into his
shoulders. You could feel the cloth slipping beneath your ministrations. It
moved back and forth, bunching up and preventing you from really touching any
one spot. It would not do.“Take
off your shirt.”Kisame
leaned back on his right elbow, twisting around to look at you. His gaze was
questioning with a hint smart ass. A feminine girl would have blushed cutely, or
been embarrassed at the provocative suggestion. You just met his gaze with
sterile rationale, clearly not bothered by the implications of what you just
ordered. It was so intensely man-like of you that Kisame was having a hard time
keeping a straight face. You glowered at him.“It
keeps moving and I can’t rub your back,” you explained, eye twitching.Kisame
shook his head in amusement and stood up from the bed. With his back to you, he
placed his hands at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in a few
grasping motions. As it slipped up his body you were surprised at how lean he
was. Under all his cloak and clothing, you thought he was the huge body builder
type. Instead, you were pleasantly impressed by the broad shouldered, medium
build he carried. It wasn’t the big beefy six-pack and rolling biceps from the
pages of “Play Girl” but it was a strong, functional build based around
mobility and strength.A
quick flick of the wrist insured that no one knew you were drooling.Kisame
sat back down on the bed, never turning around. Your hands resumed their work,
fingertips tracing circles into his blue flesh. You felt a few tiny, brail like
bumps on his skin. They came from the clogged pores and half formed pimples
scattered around his back. Aside from these, his skin was seamlessly smooth, dry
and hot. It surprised and puzzled you so much that you unconsciously stopped.“What
is the problem?” Kisame grumbled, clearly unhappy with your lack of movement.
You smiled a little, starting up again. Your fingers delicately tickled their
way down his spine.“Just
a little surprised. Your skin is so smooth. I didn’t expect it to feel like
that,” you admitted.“What
did you expect it to feel like?” Kisame questioned sarcastically.“One
of two things. Cold and clammy like a fish-”Kisame
snorted at the idea.“Or
smooth one way and rough another, like shark scales, [1]” you finished, making
large loops across his shoulder blades. Kisame tilted his head and stared up at
the ceiling, as if pondering something [2]. “I
can do the second one with enough chakra,” Kisame mentioned offhandedly.“Seriously?”
you inquired, really impressed. You had been half joking.“M-hmm…”
he nodded. “It makes me move faster in the water.”“I
knew it!” you boasted, jabbing your finger violently in the
air. “I told him so! Wait until we get back home. Deidara is gonna get it!”
Kisame just shook his head in good humor. Kisame
sat painfully still, as you moved up and down his back. He looked like he was
either asleep or spontaneously changing into a living statue. You pressed a
little harder, unsure if he liked the force. Your finger tips dug a little more
into his body, feeling all the parts below the surface. His ribs were covered by
a thin layer of fat. They were only slightly visible, but you could feel their
breadth. The made room for huge lungs and a large heat, no doubt the source of
his stamina.“Lighter,”
Kisame commanded. You were startled. You didn’t even know he was still awake.“Okay,
okay. I got it,” you replied, telling him with your tone to back off. “Do
you want to lay down too master? Maybe take a little nap?” you added
sarcastically.At
your words, Kisame turned around again. His slanted white eyes blinked wetly at
you, as if searching for some answer. Not finding it, he opened his mouth.“Would
you mind?” he inquired, totally serious.“If
you want to… I guess…” you responded, a bit taken aback. Again, you had
just been joking. One look at Kisame’s face let you know he meant it. You
nearly snorted, realizing that even murderous villains with homicidal tendencies
liked relaxing activities every once in a while. Besides that, a lighter, calmer
massage would be much easier on your arm.“Hell,
sure why not. Lay down Kisame,” you instructed, rolling up your sleeves. He
lay down on his stomach, crossing his arm under his head and letting his eyes
slip shut. You could see his breathing become slow and even. Lightening
up on your touch, you resumed your efforts. You fingers gently spiraled across
his skin, tracing invisible patterns into the soft flesh. His muscles would
tense as they felt the ghostly brush pass them. You barely touched him now,
letting more of the sensation come from the movement of air across his skin. For
once in the entirety of your life, everything was very peaceful.BANG
BANG BANG
“WHERE
IS THAT BRAT?!”Both
you and Kisame looked up at the door. He cracked one eye indignantly, scowling
at the interloper. You growled, trying to contain the urge to use the bed post
like a spear and solve the knocking problem. Deciding that Kisame wouldn’t
enjoy having his bed destroyed, you were obliged to go see the indignant guest
in person. Clambering off the bed none too gracefully, you strolled across the
room and opened the door.“YOU!!”
the man shouted. It was the scrawny, bald innkeeper, and he did not look happy.
His face was beat red and you could see veins pulsing in his neck. All his
tendons popped from his body, accentuated by rage. “Me?”
you asked, pointing at yourself in confusion.“Don’t
play dumb with me!” he screeched, jabbing you with his finger. “You’ve
RUINED my inn! Don’t you dare deny it! I know it was you!” Oh,
hell. You were SO not in the mood for
this.“First,
you destroy your room, but OH that isn’t good enough!” he wailed
sarcastically. “Then you have to destroy the walls to the outside too! And-”
The
ruby red terror cut off, noticing the giant gaping hole in the wall left by
Samehada.“LOOK
WHAT YOU’VE DONE Y-YOU FOUL BEAST!” he shrieked, shoving you aside and
invading the room. He kneeled beside the broken panel and began to weep
violently for his wood work. You were thoroughly pissed, but sucked your anger
deep inside your gut. Despite the happenings of the night, you had managed to
avoid unwanted attention. Sure you
wrecked the guy’s inn, but, obviously, no one had noticed you or Kisame having
it out. If they did, the fool inn keeper would have sooner shot himself before
picking a fight with you. You had to keep a low profile if you could, it was
important to the organization. Therefore, you would have to work this out like a
normal person rather than just gutting the bastard.“Look,
Sir, I’m very sorry,” you coughed out, trying to sound sincere. “I did not
mean to cause so much damage. I will pay you the money to fix it in the
morning.”“No,
you will pay me now!” he spat, clutching the wooden boards in tears.You
ran your hand through your hair, trying not to pull it out. You did not HAVE the
money right now, you had already sent it via carrier bird to Kakuzu. It would
take a few hours to get there and back tonight. You did not feeling like
trekking to hell and back, at three in the morning, with some loony toon who was
WAY too obsessed with wood paneling. Your party was staying another day and a
night anyways. That would give you plenty of time to get the money and come
back. “Look,
the money isn’t with me right now. We have to turn in our keys at check out
anyways. I’ll just pay you then,” you pointed out.“NO!!!
You will pay me NOW!” He screamed, giving you a shove. You winced as he hit
your newly dressed wound.Rat
bastard was pushing his luck.“I
don’t have the money!!” you
shouted back, exasperated. “I can pay in one day, but not right now.”The
inn keeper was wild with fury. You had seen that look in the eyes of abusive
parents and spouses throughout your life. It was the insane, crazy sadism that
you adopted in battle, rolled into a manic frenzy. He advanced upon you, hands
flat palmed and arms pulled back. His mad eyes flickered to your injured arm and
an evil sneer crossed his face. With vicious brutality, he began to shove you
backwards, hitting your wound just to spite you.“You
will pay me now you-”SHOVE
“INSOLENT”SHOVE
“LITTLE”
SHOVE
“BOY!”……SMASH
Teeth
flew from his shattered jaws as you rammed his head into the floor. You could
see the white projectiles scattering across the room. You
sneered, crouching down next to his broken body. The damaged roots of his teeth
dribbled blood onto the broken planks as you wrapped your fingers around his
hair. Gripping him tightly, you pulled him off the ground just high enough to
whisper in his ear.“I’m
a girl.”SMASH
“A
GIRL!”SMASH
“FOR
THE LAST FUCKING TIME, I’M A GIRL!”Flicking
your arm from the shoulder down, you threw him like a Frisbee into the hole in
the wall. The “ding” of metal told you his head had connected with the
pipes. His eyes looked listless as they let tears of blood trickle down his
cheeks. Your vision was gazed over. A crazed smile plastered on your face as you
laughed viciously. Sauntering
over to him, you grabbed his arm and flipped him over your head. You could hear
the bones of the joint snap and the tendons tear from the bones. He screeched in
agony, connecting with the floor in a horrific crunching noise. Lifting up by
his shattered arm, you continued to swing him like a pillow, beating him against
the floor on both sides of you. Amidst his screams, your cruel cackles could be
heard, echoing in the still of the night. Suddenly,
you dropped him to the floor. His body hit with a hollow “thud”. You stomped
around his carcass, purposely making every foot fall twice as terrifying. His
whimpering was, to your ears, the sweetest lullaby. He attempted to say
something, but only an unpleasant bubbling came from his blood filled maw. You
kicked him a few more times in the ribs, loving each and every “crack” and
“pop” that danced in your ears. You found yourself humming a merry tune that
matched the blow of your foot against his torso.Just
as quickly as it started, the rain of blows stopped. The man, unable to make
many noises except a combination cough/drip, lay almost perfectly still. Damaged
nerves occasionally seemed to fire at will, causing his whole body to convulse.
This gave you the most spectacular idea of the night.“Lightening
Element….”With
part of your chakra slightly returned, you summoned a current into your left
hand. The tingling of electricity grew until it became a visible spear of
flashing bursts. As the lighting danced in your palm you forced it to narrow in
width but grow in size. When you finished with the manipulation it was as tall
as you were and as thin as your forearm. Right hand wrapped around the man’s
forehead, you lifted him high into the arm and planted his limp body against the
wall.“Shock
Pulse Skewer.”The
hilt of your glowing spear pierced through his gut, pinning him against the
wall. His body shuddered as waves of electricity coursed through his carcass.
His broken jaw hung wide open and an inhuman gurgle spewed from his voice box. Hands
grasping at the lightening weapon, he was unable to grip it. He was knocked away
by the raw power flowing through the lance. His hands turned charcoal black
before skin began to curl and flake off. On his palms, you could see the white
fatty tissue of the hypodermis slowly turning black as well [3]. Broken arms
flailed, helpless against the intense current that coursed through his nerves.
There was an ample amount of popping as the skin split, trying to release steam.
His greasy, hairy eyebrows caught fire and withered to ash on his face.Running
low on chakra, you cut the power to the attack. The cadaver dropped solemnly to
the floor. In his stomach was a hole the size of your fist. Its walls were
charcoal black and it smoked with the stench of burnt flesh and ozone. “Did
you learn anything tonight at all?”You
jumped. You had forgotten that Kisame was there. Not
wanting to look stupid, you quickly calmed your heart beat and turned to face
the shark man. He must have turned onto his side while you were fighting. His
glassy fish eyes stared up at you, hovering just over the largest grin in the
world.“I
learned that people who think I’m a boy really piss me off,” you replied,
with a shrug.“Do
I really piss you off?” he asked, shaking his head and shrugging.“That
depends,” you shot back, flashing your own sassy grin. “Do you think I’m a
boy?”“If
I say yes, will you do that to me?” Kisame questioned, gesturing to the
corpse.“No,
I’ve learned to pick my battles,” you replied, sitting down on the floor
next to the sizzling corpse. “I’d just punt him a few more times and vent my
rage on something that can’t kick my ass.”Kisame
began to roar with laughter. It was a grinding, high pitched guffaw that clearly
indicated little remorse for the victim. His mouth wide open, you clearly saw
his pointed teeth gleaming in the moon light. As his chest heaved, the whole bed
bounced lightly. Every “keh keh keh” made the bed squeak along with
Kisame’s amusement.“How
do you manage to change, but stay exactly the same?” Kisame questioned,
smirking at you in his creepy way.“Simple,”
you replied, wiping the blood off your hands and onto the dead man’s shirt.
“I just strive to be me.”“Very
noble for someone who just electrocuted a man, after damaging his property,” Kisame pointed out. You frowned at
him, crossing your arms.“Bitch
had it coming,” you observed with an indignant, girly huff. “Besides, if
they really wanted a low profile, clean and pretty job, they wouldn’t have
sent me nor you.”“Or,
they sent the wrong people for a ‘silent operation’.” Kisame replied,
rolling onto his stomach again. Clearly, a smoldering corpse was not going to
ruin his backrub.“You
said it Kisame,” you replied, climbing back onto his bed. Your bloody fingers
picked up where they left off, tracing nonsensical patterns into his blue skin.
They were still warm from the lightning bolts and danced delicately across his
flaming hot skin. “They sent the DAMN wrong people for this job.” ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
[1]
“Shark skin feels exactly like sandpaper because it is made up of tiny
teeth-like structures called placoid scales, also known as dermal denticles.
These scales point towards the tail and helps to reduce friction from
surrounding water when the shark swims. Because of this, if someone rubbed the
skin from the head towards the tail, it would feel very smooth. In the opposite
direction it feels very rough like sandpaper.”http://www.flmnh.ufl.edu/fish/education/questions/basics.html#skin
[2]
Are you pondering what I’m pondering? X3
[3]
There are 3 classifications of burns.
1st
degree: Damage to epidermis (outer most layer of skin). Signs include
swelling, redness and pain.
2nd
degree: Destroyed epidermis, damage to dermis (where your pain receptors,
oil glands and hair are). The basement membrane between the epidermis and the
dermis separates, causing blisters. Signs include swelling, redness, pain and
blisters.
3rd
degree: Most destructive class. Destroyed epidermis, dermis and damage further.
Destroys nerves and glands found in the dermis. The skin will not blister
because there is no basement membrane left to blister. Wound looks like charred
flesh.
Our
man is experiencing a 3rd degree burn, for the record.
For an artist’s rendition of burn break down head
over to: http://www.nytimes.com/imagepages/2007/08/01/health/adam/1078Burns.html