Kisame stared up to the dark sky high above him, his silver eyes ashamed but relaxed as they swept from star to star. Koraru was sound asleep by the fire, as was Itachi...maybe... sometimes he just lay really still with his eyes closed. A heavy sigh slipped past his lips as his shoulders sulked, and he daringly stole a glance behind him. He watched Koraru carefully, huddled near the fire, her captivating orbs closed lightly as she slumbered peacefully. He looked away from her, turning back to the black night above him. How idiotic he must have seemed. Gasping and moaning like some virgin. He gritted his teeth in annoyance, a growl escaping him, He wasn't expecting it to feel so intense! He honestly thought Oruka was trying to mess with him! His hand crawled into his pocket and he pulled the stress ball free, squeezing it once before glaring at it. It aggravated him that he should have used it, then maybe he wouldn't have two bandaged palms and scabs on his lips... He squeezed the ball tightly once more, his body tensing as it followed suit. There was no way he could handle that over and over again! It was just...it was too much! Then again if he didnt; he would let Koraru down...he would let Yuri and Oruka down...and Itachi would probably be dead before they got back to the base...Another sigh sounded and he released the stress ball, setting it down beside him. He would just have to get over it. He stole another glance at the pair laying asleep behind him, frowning slightly as Koraru shivered. The fire was already beginning to die down. Kisame pulled himself to his feet, stumbling slightly as he began back towards the dying flames. He scooped up a few pieces of the wood he had collected earlier, stacking them neatly onto the fire to ensure he didn't awaken those slumbering. His orbs trailed over Koraru once more. It was no wonder that she was shivering with the way she was dressed. He got that it was alluring and all and boy was it nice to look at but surely she didn't consider it practical for travelling. He stared for a few short moments before grumbling in defeat. Maybe it was because she was cute, maybe it was because he had known her for so long, maybe it was that she was his old team mates sister, or maybe it was that she was one of the few people who had never once gasped or gaped at him, that when she looked at him now she done what she had from the moment her eyes had first laid upon him. She smiled. Whatever the reason was though, he removed his cloak, delicating draping it over the woman. It was more the sufficient in size to completely cover her, and with an approving nod he walked away once more, sitting back on the rock which he had previously selected, and returning his gaze to the skies high above him once more, losing himself in his thoughts.

Koraru was awaked the next morning by the first rays of the sun. She half opened her orbs, blinking in pain as the rays dilated her sensitive pupils, and her hand trailed groggily over her eyes in an attempt to wipe away sleep. She sat up slowly, her eyes almost still closed as she did, however they opened as she took note of her blanket, a blanket which certainly hadn't been present when she fell asleep, fell from her torso. Her fingers ran over the black and red cloak, her head turning as she glanced towards the rock. Kisame was where he had been when she had called it a night, perched upon his rock cross legged, watching as the sun peeked over the mountains, flooding their camp with a delicate crisp orange light. She smiled to him softly, and stood up carefully, doing her utmost not to disturb Itachi as she folded the cloak over her arms. Perhaps he would have calmed down a little from the previous nights events, and would actually be OK with talking to her. She approached slowly from behind, and even though she knew it was highly unlikely that he was unaware she was moving around, called out to him quietly, stopping just a few feet behind him.

"Good morning Kisame-kun."

He glanced behind him, their eyes locking for the briefest of moments before he turned back towards the sunrise.

"Good morning."

She took the returned greet as a go ahead and continued towards him, settling herself onto the rock, and leaning against him. He glanced down to her as he felt her warm skin glide against his cold arm, a reminder that she had been wrapped in his cloak all night.

"Thank you for letting me borrow your cloak, I slept well thanks to you."

She leaned her head against him, her expression turning serene as she watched the world coming to life before her. She had been underground for so long...when was the last time she had watched the sun come up?

"Don't mention it."

Koraru pursed her lips momentarily before inhaling deeply.

"Speaking of things you don't want to talk about. Thank you for the feeding. I can't tell you how much better I feel now."

She offered him a grateful smile, but Kisame kept his eyes forward, his cheeks darkening slightly, and remained quiet. Koraru could sense his unease, and offered further words of encouragement.

"I have to say to, you done very well. Most men wouldn't cope so well, especially the first time."

This time he looked down to her, their gazes locking as he searched her bright eyes for any signs of sarcasm. A heavy sigh escaped Kisame and he lifted his hands from his lap, turning them upwards to show the bandages towards Koraru. They were messily wrapped and a little blood was visible, but at least they weren't exposed to the elements. She frowned as she looked to the attempt at healing himself, her brows knitting together in annoyance.

"I'd hardly say I coped well."

He tightened his fists before spreading his fingers out, grumbling to himself as the concealed wounds stung. Gently Koraru wrapped her hand around the back of his own, the soft pads of her fingertips pressing lightly onto his knuckles as she guided the appendage towards her. She remained silent as she unwrapped the dirtied bandage, chewing her lips as she peeled the last of it away, revealing the unclean wound within. His hands had been buried in the dirt, and he hadn't even cleaned this before he wrapped it...A heavy sigh escaped her, clearly, the Akatsuki really was in desperate need of a medic...the first thing she would do if she was granted permission to join would be to ensure everyone had a basic understanding of proper care of wounds. Her brow still knitted she lifted her head to face Kisame. He stared down to her curiously, blinking in discomfort as he caught her authoritative stare.

"Did you even clean this?"

"...Um..."

Truth be told he knew he should have at least given it a rinse...but his mind was elsewhere when he had wrapped them, and honestly he hadn't really given the pain much thought. Koraru shook her head in disappointment, forming a small hand sign with her one free hand, the flow of stolen chakra allowing her to summon a small orb of water. She smiled in victory, it felt good to use a jutsu again, it had been so long since she had the chakra to spare after all...Bringing her hand and his own up she broke the surface of the water, the orb keeping its shape and Kisame frowning in disapproval of the stinging sensation it caused. As tentatively as she could Koraru ran her thumb across the wound, bringing her other hand up to join it, cleaning it out, the dirt particles floating into the surrounding water along with the coagulated blood. She released his palm, guiding it out before silently unwrapping the other, and pulling it into the water for the same treatment. Kisame watched her intently as her thin fingers rubbed almost lovingly over the semi infected area. The other hand felt so much better now, and as he looked to her now softening stare he was able to see how tentative she was being with him, it felt...it felt nice to have someone actually care about him...He blinked in shock as the bubble burst, Koraru releasing the jutsu as she instead grasped his other hand, pulling them both forward towards her. She turned them up, the wounds facing her and covered them with her fingers, the known green glow of healing chakra emitting from her as Kisame felt the pain in his hands lessen and lessen, eventually fading into non existence. The chakra dissipated and Koraru smiled happily at her handiwork, just a small thin scab remained of each wound, nothing more. She caught his eyes, winking to him cockily.

"And THAT Kisame-kun is how you take care of a wound."

Kisame only chuckled in response, now taking note that the air which had seemed so thick to him only a few minutes ago was gone along with the orange glow of the morning sun, now replaced with standard everyday sunshine. Koraru blinked as she focused onto the scabs on Kisame's lips, they looked painful...cracked lips were painful enough without actual wounds... She sighed, placing her finger into her mouth as she soaked it in her saliva. Kisame cocked an eyebrow, unsure if she was making an attempt at messing with him or had something stuck to roof of her mouth. Neither were the answer, and he watched on as she removed the digit with a pop, raising it up quickly and running it along his lip. Now on some level it was a little disgusting, however on another it was kind of sexy. He knew which he preferred to think of it as. He rose his fingers to his lip, running them over the now slightly moist surface. His scabs were gone. Of course. Koraru chuckled slightly at his confused expression.

"My saliva does wonders for damaged lips. Keeps my own healthy and shining hmm."

Kisame nodding curtly, his silver orbs running over her slightly coloured lips. Kissable. She forgot kissable. A yawn escaped the man suddenly, Koraru's cocky smile falling into one of concern.

"You should get some rest."

Kisame shook his head, another yawn escaping him as he this time lifted his hand to cover his mouth.

"I'm fine, when Itachi wakes up we can leave and go on."

Koraru sighed and crossed her legs and arms, Kisame's eyes immediately falling towards her chest. They moved, it drew his attention, he was not being a pervert.

"Kisame-kun if I'm to be your medic your going to have to listen to me. Please get some rest, I can keep watch."

A frown tugged at Kisame's lips, but instead he pursed them tightly, lifting his head to watch her expression, her eyes were closed in thought however, giving him little to read. Truth be told he didn't like the idea. He and Itachi were known far and wide as dangerous men, and both had a hefty price on their heads. Anyone stupid enough wouldn't really hesitate to come after them if they happened upon their camp, and Koraru wasn't exactly suited to combat...

"If someone sees us and attacks..."

She sighed heavily, opening her eyes to look back at him.

"Then I will handle it, and if I can't I'll call you OK? Now go on, you need to rest."

"But-"

Her brow knitted together once now, Kisame immediately cutting his sentence short and instead sighing dramatically.

"You aren't going to let me win this are you?"

Koraru chuckled, her brow relaxing as she held Kisame's cloak forward to him.

"I'm a woman Kisame-kun, I'll never let you win any argument. Sleep well."

He chuckled softly as he took the cloak into his grasp and stood, there was no point in arguing, he really wouldn't win, and so instead he conceded defeat, dressing in his cloak and beginning towards the fire. She would be fine.