《Below Water | Kisame Hoshigaki (Kisame Love Story)》05| Blank Sky
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An hour passed and I found that the sun had finally set. The orange and red rays had disappeared into the dark blue of the night and the moon replaced the sun in the sky. I had settled into a simple room in the inn and it seemed I could finally rest. Yet, for some reason now that I actually had the opportunity to rest I didn't want to sleep.
It was strange. I had been wishing to rest my aching body throughout the entire journey here and now that I was by myself away from Kisame the desire had left me.
I went through my bag and grabbed a candle before lighting it up. The smell of flowers made its way through the air and I gave a slight smile as I felt my nerves begin to relax.
My cottage.
It smelt like my cottage.
I walked towards the window opening it up to allow fresh air to come in.
I became distracted however as I looked up at the peculiar sky above me. The night sky was decorated with nothing. It was blank. There weren't any stars, or clouds, just the crescent moon up there all alone. A cold wind blew through the area and I shivered a bit.
I blinked a few times sighing as my blue eyes stared up.
This was nice.
That's when a feeling hit me.
A feeling that there was someone around me.
I had...
company.
Company?
I looked to my left and my eyes widened.
Kisame?
His eyes were looking up towards the sky as well and he was completely silent. For the first time, he wasn't wearing his Akatsuki cloak and instead he wore a long black shirt that covered him completely.
His head was tilted up and he was looking out his window as well.
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He looked different, his aura was different, everything about him in this moment seemed different than what I had become familiar with.
He seemed calm right now and this was something I didn't think I'd ever get to see. I bit my lip as I felt my heart begin to beat a bit faster.
He had gotten the room beside me? More than that, he was looking up at the sky as well. Did he know I was doing the same thing?
As if he could read my mind, quick as a flash, he looked in my direction.
We made eye contact.
Eyes.
His eyes were looking straight at mine and mine at his.
There was a silence between us.
I thought about breaking the silence with words, but the idea seemed like such a pity.
So, I said nothing.
Our eyes continued to stare at each other's before he looked back at the sky. I blinked a few times before I did the same looking right back up at that blank sky.
Despite what had just happened, I felt relaxed. I liked this. It was quiet and I wouldn't have it any other way. This silence was divine.
Time passed with us not saying anything. We were both in our own separate worlds, caught up in our own imaginations, despite the fact we were only a meter away from each other.
It was then that I remembered my candle. My eyes snapped away from the sky and inside my room.
I was about to go inside to check on it when...
"Sana."
I turned back to the window. Had I imagined that?
I looked towards Kisame but he wasn't looking at me.
"Sana," he repeated.
...
I blinked a couple of times.
"Yes."
...
...
...
"You seem like the type of person who...has a lot of people who care about them. Why did you choose to be in the Akatsuki?"
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...
...
"Why do you ask?" I said looking at him.
He looked at me, "Curiosity."
Our eyes mingled with each other before I broke eye contact.
...
"I joined for a friend."
...
...
...
"We're similar then."
I tilted my head at him, but to my surprise, he went inside and closed his window.
There was a profound silence as a small smile made its way on my face.
The monster of the mist, they called him.
And yet, it seemed there was more to him than just that.
I took one last breath of the fresh night air before closing the window and switching the room light off. I then walked over to the candle that was still burning.
The silence, or perhaps Kisame, had relaxed me. There was no doubt in my mind that I would be able to sleep now.
With a slight smile, I blew out the candle watching the flame flurry and burn out.
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