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Tidal Wave - The Shark and the Blossom	By : LemonCrisis Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N - Overlap with previous chapter. This one is from Kisame's pov for a bit of plot building before we get to the juicy bits. Please don't shoot me ;)

Kisame sat in the hot springs, thinking with his eyes hooded. The heat from the pool infused his muscles and he sunk lower until the water lapped over the fins on his shoulders; the tension that seemed to him to be almost permanent eased for a short while.
He hadn't had a woman for what seemed like forever. Paying for sex from cringing prostitutes soon got old. It was rare to come across a woman who was genuinely attracted to him - the total opposite of his ex-partner, Itachi, who had always had an excess of women flinging themselves at him. For once, he'd like to sleep with a woman who wanted it as much as he did. But he'd long ago accepted that a man as odd-looking as he was stood little chance. It was better that way; he couldn't be disappointed.
It didn't stop him thinking though. Seeing Sakura again so unexpectedly had caught him unprepared, and the comment the drunk had made had put images in Kisame's mind that he couldn't shake. Or rather he didn't want to; that waitress uniform had looked damn cute on her. He grinned to himself. Maybe he'd stop by and pay her a visit, see how she was liking the new job. He couldn't ever completely suppress his natural predatory instincts, only control them, and they were urging him towards the little medic-nin. He was attracted to her and therefore probably shouldn't go out of his way to see her as she was technically an enemy, but then there'd always been a bit of a masochist along with the whole lot of sadist in him. Just seeing her from afar was like a drug to his system. He sighed and ran a wet hand through his short hair; the heat from the water was beginning to get to him.
Kisame reluctantly dragged his mind from its dangerous path and onto a safer one; piecing together the kunoichi's mission. He'd overheard the staff talking earlier about two VIP guests arriving at the end of next week, and he was beginning to get an inkling of why Sakura was here. VIPs could only mean one thing - politics. Come to think of it, rumours of a potential trade alliance between the Fire and Water countries had been abundant in recent weeks. And where there were alliances to be made there were daimyō.
Kisame placed his palms on the rocky pool rim and hoisted himself out of the water, scooping up his neatly folded towel to wrap around his waist before heading back into the locker room. He dried himself then changed into a plain black tee and jeans, slipping on simple house slippers then depositing the towel in the linen basket on the way out. He'd never been one for wandering around in robes. His Akatsuki cloak was close as he got and that was the only exception.
Kisame's feet had started taking him towards the staff house before he even realised. He almost turned back, but his confrontational side won out, deciding it would be amusing to suprise the kunoichi and see if she could keep her composure for her mission once she knew he was here. He wasn't too worried about placing himself in serious danger as his booking ended the day before the main parties arrived - plenty of time for him to put a decent amount of distance between them and him. Besides, he knew how these diplomatic meetings went. Daimyō would traditionally leave their respective militaries out of it, only bringing along aides from amongst their civilian staff. Though the fact that the Fire Country had broken this unwritten rule was interesting. Given what he knew of Sakura's skill set and the undercover element of her mission, he figured it was her medical skills that were required, not her strength. That could mean something benign like medical treatment for a member of the Fire country's party, or something more sinister, such as assassination made to look like natural causes. He reached the end of the main house veranda and leaned up against one of the support beams, arms folded. He didn't really care which it was. He was an outsider now and owed no allegiance to any country. It made for some interesting speculation though.
Kisame watched the staff to-ing and fro-ing from the staff house for a few minutes, until he spotted Sakura. Her long dyed hair was down and her bare feet and shapely calves peeped out the bottom of the onsen's complimentary robe. She appeared lost in thought as she made her way back to her room, unaware that a missing-nin was making a note of which door she went through. After she'd disappeared inside, he left it half a minute before casually strolling along the polished wooden walkway that led to the staff house, then treading more carefully once he reached the veranda - no need to let her know he was approaching. Outside her door he paused, then rapped his knuckles on the dark wood. Not hearing any movement, he knocked again a bit harder. A few seconds later the door clicked open and he found himself looking into Sakura's shocked eyes. She skidded backwards across the floor into a defensive crouch, her hand tightening on the hairbrush she held.
"Kisame." she hissed, eyes wary.
He stepped into the room and pushed the door closed behind him with his fingertips before acknowledging her with a gruff, "Kunoichi."
Her eyes flicked down and up again, taking in his attire, "What the hell are you doing here?"
He raised his eyebrows at her, what did she think he was doing at an onsen in civilian clothes and weaponless? "I'm on leave." He tilted his head slightly and studied her, adding, "I was actually going to ask you the same question, but I've changed my mind."
"Why?"
Well wasn't she just full of questions. He could almost hear the cogs whirling in her head as she presumably tried to come up with a plan of action to get rid of him and save her mission.
"I already know why you're here." He said, glancing at her hand with thinly veiled amusement. Was she going to try and kill him with a hairbrush? What a way to die. He grinned mockingly at her, "I've been watching you."
Sakura straightened slightly, frowning. She said nothing, just stared at him from the other side of the room, still tensed and ready for combat. He regarded her levelly for a few long moments, then spoke, "I could make you scream, Kunoichi."
He deliberately made it ambiguous - unlike the man in the restaurant - letting her mind take it whichever way it wanted. He felt a surge of satisfaction when she flushed, confusion flickering across her face to be replaced by a new wariness. She'd taken the bait.
He watched as she broke eye contact for a second and fought to get her blush under control. No sarcastic reply was immediately forthcoming, almost as if the simple statement had got her flustered. Surely she couldn't actually be attracted to him, could she? He looked at her and wondered, for the first time in a very long while, how far he could push. He'd initially just stopped by to try and unnerve her, but as he watched her raise her head and open her mouth to reply, a plan to test the boundaries unfolded in his mind.
He grinned inwardly. This was going to be a very interesting R&R. Very interesting indeed.

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