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Second entry for @sweetspicybingo - Fairy Lights
Narutoverse | KisaKonan | G | ~800 words
They avoid the road that goes through Fire Country. Konoha-nin patrols are too aggressive. Even though Kisame brushes this off as an insignificant obstacle ("I can handle Konoha, Konan-san." He says, reflexively shouldering Samehada.), Konan knows a premature encounter would be unwise. ("Pein doesn't want to reveal our existence yet.") Instead, they take the long way– through Grass, Waterfall, and Rice Country, crossing the border into Hot Water Country. Konan recalls old Akatsuki scouting reports that Hot Water military is only concerned with tourists, so they stick to the coastline. Admittedly, it's a longer journey. They sleep in shifts during the afternoons and travel under a waning moon cycle. The coastline turns to sandy beaches, flanked to the south by forest.
In the pre-dawn hours, they crest a hillside. And the strangest vision reveals itself to them; a sea with glowing, blue waves. Konan slows to a halt. Kisame, following, anticipates a command. She is, after all, higher ranking. The ocean roars to his left, covering up the muffled words that Konan says under her breath. All he catches is 'of the sea'.
"What's that?" He asks, looking beyond her to notice the blue phenomena himself.
Konan turns back to him, mouth hidden underneath her high collar. She doesn't wear a hitai-ate.
"Ghost lights of the sea." She repeats. "It's a children's story– a warning about following ghost lights into the water. They say the lights are the souls of drowned fishermen."
Kisame huffs. He could slay a village full of fishermen with his eyes closed. Nothing to worry about there. But Konan's reaction is different. She turns back to the sea, taking a halting step forward; debating whether or not she has time to investigate the curiosity. The look of awe in her eyes is unmistakable, almost child-like. Kisame has been mission-focused his entire life. Sight-seeing is a luxury he's never been awarded. That was in Kiri. Now it's supposed to be different. He trots ahead of Konan, leading them to the beach. Permission is something neither of them are used to giving themselves; but the sight is too enchanting to ignore.
Glittering waves lap at the shoreline; water teeming with scrambling, blue lights. Konan steps lightly, not used to feeling sand beneath her feet. Kisame does so also, but on instinct of training drilled into him until his skull broke. He bends down and scoops up a light; feeling the soft flesh of a squid. It's tiny. Five of them could easily fit in his palm. Konan looks on with caution, thinking of poison and traps and–("don't follow them into the sea"). But Kisame seems unaffected, so she mimics him and scoops one into her hand. The animal is dotted with little blue lights, chaotically blinking at her. A cry for help?
"It must be their spawning season." Kisame guesses, before popping it in his mouth.
Konan's eyes widen in surprise. Eating a ghost-light will surely curse you, right? But the look on his face says otherwise; the opposite in fact. She looks down at her own specimen, wriggling. It slips between her fingers and swims off into the sea, meeting thousands of others.
"You know these creatures?" Konan asks, wary.
He shrugs, mouth still occupied with the morsel. "No, but I had a good guess. They're smaller than the ones in Water Country, but they look the same." Swallows. "Tastes better though."
Konan wouldn't know. Rain Country doesn't have squid. But strangely, she trusts Kisame's intuition and appetite. So she gathers a few handfuls of them, sparkling blue in her hands. To eat such a beautiful thing seems a terrible waste.
As if sensing her hesitation, Kisame enlightens her. "They'll probably die soon anyways."
His words do little to alleviate some harbored guilt within her.
They set up a resting spot at the tree-line, listening to the ocean carry the ghost-light squids to shore. They're too small to spear and roast; and they don't have a konro; so Kisame boils them instead. The sun pierces the horizon. It's as good as any time for breakfast. Konan waits and fishes the squid out of the pot after Kisame takes his share. She eats it whole, examining the textures between her teeth. Kisame watches her, curious to see how she finds the delicacy. It's sweet and rich; briny but not overly so. Like a fat shrimp. If he looked hard enough, he'd see her blushing. For something about to die, it certainly doesn't taste like it.
When they're done, Konan puts out the fire and hides any evidence that they were there. A habit from her younger days with Yahiko and Nagato. The beach turns into rocky coastline, disappearing behind them entirely as they approach the border. Today they make for their allies in Frost Country to resupply. If they're lucky, they'll also get clues for their mission. Konan returns to the memory of the luminescent beach, wishing she could tell Yahiko. She'll have to settle for Tendo Pein instead.
#sweetspicywinter#[♣️–vdwrites]#♣️–kisame#♣️–konan#naruto fanfiction#kisame#kisakonan#konan#♣️–challenge#one of those days when its a little bit harder to write#i kept reminding myself 'its okay to write garbage' cause you can fix it later#and also this is for fun#this is supposed to take place the day before huddling for warmth#they're so cute together lol#lots of metaphors going on here too#also ty to colin for giving me the setting plot bunny for this one
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Blueberry & strawberry sandwich
Pairing: Nagato/Kisame/Konan, NagaKisa
Content: threesome, Kisame with a double dick, handjob, tit worship, anal sex, creampies, blow jobs, double anal penetration, xray view, bottom nagato, he tops on one image tho, top kisame, biting, 10 images
For a very little beautiful moment, Nagato, Konan and Kisame were at 0% together on my 'whos the most virgin' post, making them 'the three who fuck the most' for a while, so it inspired me to make them have a threesome and holy fuck Kisame's fun to draw so uhhh welcome to the polycule Kisame
IMGUR LINK for the full images
#nagakisakonan#kisakonan#kisanaga#kisame hoshigaki#konan#nagato uzumaki#nagato#kisame#konan akatsuki#nagato pain#kisame akatsuki#konakisa#nagakisa#idk if they already have ship names lmao#compil
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i am writing three AUs simultaneously for KisaKonan 🥲 pray for me
#microblog#kisakonan#bodyguard au#canon-divergent in another country#and my latest brain rot#yakuza AU#because writing Medicine for Dying Men#has really got me processing all that time I spent in the hospital#with John’s dad when he first got diagnosed#and I am re-reading my stuff going#wow holy shit I didn’t realize that impacted me that much#but apparently it has
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thoughts on kisakonan?
Never thought about them, but since it doesn't click right away it's a pass for me.
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WIP Tag Game! 🔥
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!
tagged by @misttiddies !! all of mine are sketch/art ones
- bruh
- dfesfsadf
- gwara
- hoodies uhhh
- kimimaros
- kimimatwos
- kisakonan
- mawwaige
- mostly fuu but i made a discovery
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- tapestry
- tapestrybutforreal
- voice actors voice actors
- werecat
- worm up
idk who to tag if you wanna do it just do <3
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@naruto-rare-pair-support THIS FIC IS SO GOOD!
It’s a game of thrones KisaKonan AU where Kisame is ironborn and Konan is his salt wife, but the world building is SO good, it’s SUCH a solid adaptation, and it’s ENEMIES TO LOVERS! Kisame is so complex - he’s ironborn, but he’s got a softer nature to him, but it doesn’t get in the way of his duty. but still, he isn’t inhumane, and he isn’t weak, either. He’s got so many layers! And Konan - she makes a great protagonist for a universe like this. She’s tragic and hopeful and courageous and clever. This fic has EVERYTHING for this pairing, and it’s only three chapters in! 10/10 recommend.
A snippet from the most recent chapter:
She sneaks a look from the corner of her eye.
Kisame's naked back is broad, scarred and corded with muscle that flexes when he rests his arms on the edges of the tub. She turns her attention to the gill markings on his shoulders and wonders whether they were carved by a foe or by his own hand. Or, considering his overall appearance, if he was born with them.
Because Kisame is so tall, he has to bend his knees in a somewhat awkward fashion for him to properly sit on the linen sheet at the bottom of the bath. His legs are thick and long, bearing similar pale and dark criss-crossed wounds as his back.
I would think him dashing if he wasn't my kidnapper.
#kisame#konan#kisakonan#kisame x konan#fic recs#im technically not even finished w chapter 3 but i wanted to make the post now because that quote is just SO GOOD
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kisakonan for new years? :)
Kisame doesn't care much for the new years, and Konan does take the time to reflect on the past year but doesn't care for a party. They spend the new years alone together, not doing anything special really but just enjoying each others company and doing the things they usually like to do together.
✨ send me a ship and i'll tell you what they like to do for the new years ✨ (please don't send any more!)
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⭐️ Get To Know You Game ☀️
Rules: Repost, don’t reblog, and tag nine people you want to know better. (Or just tag however many you want.)
Thanks for tagging me, @bazz-a @kuriousaboutuzumakis and @malakia215 💜💜
Word is traveling about how much I freaking love these tag games haha
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Favorite Colour: Basically all greens! It’s been my favourite colour since forever, much to my mothers distress...
Currently Reading: Almost finished a book called Lakesedge and then in the next day or so I’m getting an ARC of a book I have been SO PUMPED FOR!!
Last Song: Everything’s Good by Phil Good (my feel good song)
Last Movie: I swear every time I do these it’s the day after I’ve watched a Studio Ghibli movie 😂 last night I watched Spirited Away
Last Series: The Walking Dead Season 9. I am smashing through this so I can get up to date.
Sweet, Savory, or Spicy: Never ever will I choose spicy. I refuse to feel bad as I eat my food so it’s savoury all the way! Except for biscuits, I love a good tea/coffee and bikkie and will absolutely eat the whole sleeve if no one is there to stop me.
Craving: Well I finally got my takeaway 🥳 maccas has never tasted so good after not being able to have it during lockdown (I rarely eat takeout but the fact we couldn’t have it even if we wanted to was rough) but now I’m craving Thai food!!!
Currently Working On: A KisaKonan for Halloween. I kinda wanted it to be real spooky but it’s more like a little spooky with a side of spice 👻
Tagging literally ANYONE who wants to join in! And tag me so I can see your answers, I love seeing them and it doesn’t matter if we don’t interact much or even at all, I’d still like to see 🥰
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hoshigaki Kisame/Konan
Characters: Hoshigaki Kisame, Konan (Naruto)
Additional Tags: Double Drabble, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Series: Part 18 of The Wings and Sword of Amegakure
Summary:
He's already on his feet, chakra concentrating on his soles, ready to race a possible sudden death; never mind the chill settling on his nape. He won't wait for her to stop breathing and watch the color drain from her face.
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Sixth entry for @sweetspicybingo - Sharing Clothes
2ND BINGO! The next three are all gonna be bingos :))))))))
Narutoverse | KisaKonan | G | <600 wrds
Akatsuki headquarters is the only home she knows other than the place they used to live at with Jiraiya. The hallways are unlit to save electricity. Something about the bills being too high or offsetting the pull for Nagato's machines. Konan finds that she doesn't mind the darkness. She stops at a nondescript door and knocks softly. Seconds later, it opens and a shadow with red clouds takes the entire space. The cloak suits him well; high collar shrouding any physical characteristics. He's so tall she can't even see the crossed-out hitai-ate.
"Yes?" He answers in a gruff, but soft, voice.
She clears her throat. "My name is Konan. I've been assigned as your temporary partner for the mission." In a practiced, flat tone.
Kisame tenses, although she can't see it behind the layers of silk. She is a small woman, just barely coming up to his shoulders despite the wedge heels she wears. She wears no hitai-ate, but she's from Amegakure. He can tell by the way she smells– smoke and rain and wet earth. Like a bomb planted in the lake.
"My apologies." He says out of habit. "I was just finishing preparations, Konan-san."
The strong scent of nail polish remover wrinkles her nose. She notices a few fingers still have polish on them; or maybe they're freshly painted. How many times has he re-started?
"I've come to give you something, Hoshigaki-san."
He steps out of the way to let her in. The room is barren. Even though he's lived here for more than a few months, there's almost nothing in it besides his sword in the corner and a plainly made bed. A window is the only thing interrupting the pale-white walls. Although looking out into it doesn't provide much of a view– gray rain pouring down from Akegakure's skies. A variety of items lie scattered on the floor; clothes and money and maps, a jumble of cotton pads and a bottle of nail polish with the standard Akatsuki color. (Madara is such a creep. Making them all wear this shit.)
From the sleeves of her cloak, she pulls out a small, lacquered box and opens it towards him. A seal ring with the word 'South' stamped on a yellow background. Of all the things Kisame is expected to wear as his new uniform, this one is the most annoying. It'll only get in the way of his sword-hand. He looks at her, eyes demanding an explanation.
"It's a long-distance communication tool. You haven't been sent out on a mission yet so it hasn't been made for you until now. The smiths want to know if it fits."
He picks it up out of the box, careful not to smudge his freshly painted nails. It happens anyways, clumsy and inexperienced with it as he is. Kisame has never been careful with his hands. He's not used to it. He tries every finger that Konan will let him, which leaves him his left hand (except the middle), or the right index and ring finger.
Finally, he tries the left ring finger. A traditional wedding finger. Married to the job. Isn't that right? It fits perfectly. He meets her eyes, a glowing amber with nothing behind them.
"I'm good with nail polish if you want help." She offers, seeing how he'll have to start over.
Kisame pulls his hands back.
"It's no trouble."
Konan takes a step back. "Very well. I'll meet you outside when you're ready, Hoshigaki-san." Nods curtly and disappears into the dark hallway.
#sweetspicywinter#[♣️–vdwrites]#♣️–kisame#♣️–konan#naruto fanfiction#kisakonan#kisame#konan#hoshigaki kisame#♣️–challenge#who wants to bet that kisame didn't do a base coat or top coat#i never get to read fics where they're doing nail polish and its serious#like#nail polish scenes but not crack-fic#although who am i kidding lol this is a crack-ship#when i was a kid i spent YEARS trying to find the right color for akatsuki nail polish#and then when i finally found the color i became immediately disinterested
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tl;dr: A young Kisame and Konan go on a mission together.
notes: This was written for @sweetspicybingo Winter 2023 and is posted to their Ao3 collection. A bonus epilogue chapter is included.
Excerpt from Chapter 5: Three
Trekking through the highlands of Lightning is difficult for Konan. She's never trained in high-altitudes, nor in such terrain. Yet, she is tasked with leading them so she ignores her waning stamina, something Kisame never seems to run out of. She takes a wide step up the hill and grabs onto a rock to pull herself up. It takes more energy than she expects. Clouds of ice slip between the folds of her veil as she catches her breath; and feels the sharp coldness in her lungs. She looks out across the trail they came from and sees a light cloud of… ash? It's faint, drifting down from the mountains.
Kisame catches up to her and looks up from below the boulder. Konan's hand is outstretched, catching the ephemeral tendrils of winter as they melt in her palm. She tips her head up towards the gray afternoon sky to see snowfall fluttering down in dusty specks. The veil of her sugegasa parts, spilling back a waterfall of white silk. She takes it off so she can feel the snowflakes melting on her cheeks. She never imagined them to be this soft. Like frozen cotton.
'Beautiful.'
Kisame can't help but notice how her lilac hair is the strongest color in this dull landscape. Her veil drags on the ground as she stands captivated.
Sensing his presence, Konan turns to him. "It doesn't snow in Amegakure," she explains, if only because she is self-conscious of her inexperience. "Does it in Water?"
(Keep Reading on Ao3)
#[♣️–vdwrites]#♣️–kisame#♣️–konan#naruto fanfiction#kisakonan#konan#hoshigaki kisame#kisame#sweetspicywinter#♣️–challenge#♣️–ficpromo#♣️–glimmers#♣️–silent snow
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tl;dr: AU KisaKonan angst/slow-burn
Summary: Three years after the fall of Akatsuki, Konan is left to run Ame Holdings, a small conglomerate in Rain Country. Nagato’s will and trust leaves her a special boon, protection for life. Kisame takes the job.
Supernatural Modern AU || Bodyguard AU || AU where Kisame never joined Akatsuki
“I’m sorry, sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave your weapon at the door.”
Kisame is either getting better at concealing his sanguine chakra or the brat is a complete idiot. A sadistic grin spreads across his face. He likes killing idiots and the kid looks fresh.
“He’s a Kirian shinobi.” She says so matter-of-factly. Must’ve read more than just the first page of his file. “Taking his blade would be a grave insult.” Konan puts an emphasis on ‘grave’. Indeed.
“O-oh I see, General Ame. Please forgive my rudeness.”
Konan walks through the quiet restaurant with respect normally given to mob bosses. He’s already done a sweep (she didn’t begrudge him, but he could tell she thought it was unnecessary). A quick chakra reading tells him there are no contractors or shinobi for the next two kilometers. Well, all except his boss. But her chakra system looks… wrong.
She meets members of parliament in a private room while he stands guard. They talk about investments, reparations, and foreign relations. He tunes out most of the conversation. There’s nothing Kisame hates more than politics. Then something catches his attention.
“I’m afraid I don’t have the disposition Guevara had.”
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#[♣️–vdwrites]#♣️–kisame#♣️–konan#kisakona#kisakonan#♣️–ficpromo#♣️–to heaven we'll never reach#naruto fanfiction#naruto fic#kisame#kisame hoshigaki#konan#konan akatsuki
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THWNR Outtakes: I'm Kisame for Halloween
Well this was a little bit of fun I had this morning and no beta-reader lol. Happy Halloween to all and to all a good night.
AU | KisaKona | G | 500-ish wrds
“Oh wow JEEZ MISTER! Your costume is so cool! What are you supposed to be?”
Konan stifles a laugh while Kisame, towering above this 10-year-old brat, peers below to catch a glint of awe in his newfound fan.
“How about a game?” He smirks. “If you can correctly guess what I’m ‘supposed to be’, my companion will give you a treat.”
Their eyes light up behind a cheap superhero mask. “OKAY!”
Konan readies the bag of Halloween candy. The kids have been getting it mostly right this year. Some of the younger ones just say ‘blue’.
“Hmmm….” A thoughtful finger taps their chin while they tap a foot. Truly cartoonish. Then they perk with a pointed finger in the air. “I know! A BARRACUDA!”
Kisame is stunned into silence.
“I learned about them in school! They’re long and have big pointy teeth and they’re really BIG! Like you!”
Kisame looks slightly offended. If Konan wasn’t such a lady, she’d be rolling on the floor by now. Instead she puts a light, reminding hand on his arm. The kid beams the brightest smile in five miles at Kisame. How can he stay mad at that face? Then again, Konan has always been more partial to children than him. Kisame catches her eyes, then crouches down to his costumed fan; he’s still taller than them even this low. The brat takes a few steps back. Seeing Kisame’s face closer only emboldens their wonderment. He thinks carefully about his next steps. Konan keeps her hand on his shoulders, nails digging in.
He puts on his trademark sadistic grin— all teeth. “Did they teach you about sharks?”
“Oh YEAH! We learned about great whites and hammerheads and whale sharks too! I really like whale sharks— they’re my favorite.”
That seems to be the straw that breaks the final tension as Kisame’s shoulders begin to relax. Perhaps he’s not so anti-children after all.
“Whale sharks are three times bigger than barracudas. And they can eat a whole barracuda in one bite, easy.”
Cue stars in the kid’s eyes.
“Wooooow, mister, you know A LOT about sharks! Can you come to my school?!” After their question, they pause, “Wait— are you a whale shark then??”
A whale shark is probably more demeaning to Kisame than the barracuda.
Still, Kisame is gracious enough to let that soft chuckle rumble through him. “Close enough.” And tilts his head up to Konan. “Boss, what do you think?”
She rolls her eyes at him, chiding. Then kneels down to the kid’s level. She pulls out a fist full of saltwater taffy and plops it in their pumpkin bucket.
“You’re exactly right.” The kid screams in delight and takes off immediately, yelling back their gratitude. “Close enough.”
#[♣️–VDwrites]#♣️–kisame#♣️–konan#kisakona#kisakonan#naruto fanfiction#♣️–AUverse#♣️–to heaven we'll never reach
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Excerpt from Chapter 27: 13.6
Kisame’s report is nothing short of thorough. Names, addresses, dates of birth, previous occupation, associations. She goes through the expense report, looking at locations. All in Stone Country. Considering their strong xenophobia, it’s amazing they let him in their borders. Perhaps the world has changed since the last trade war. Konan tries not to hold onto the past like it’s still the present. That’s been her worst mistake.
(She recalls hazy memories of late nights with the Deva Path of Pein; her savior, her commander, her lover, her best friend, her comrade. Pein was everything and he was nothing. A twisted version of Yahiko; the sun torn out of him and replaced with Nagato’s rage. Oh, how they grieved him. Pretending he was still there, whispering old words in his ear, feeling every chakra plug on his body with her own. The three of them melting into a fantasy of a past they can’t return to.)
She unfolds a worn map. Target locations, each with an ‘X’ through them. 'His enemies.' How could a man like that have any enemies left alive? (The same could be said for her.)
How many enemies did she make as an Akatsuki General? How many have been killed? How many have been sworn upon for revenge? Would she ever atone? Could she ever survive the hate she wrought? Bitterly, she remembers that these weren’t always her enemies. Hanzo was Yahiko’s enemy, not hers. Suna was Pein’s enemy, not hers. The council was Nagato’s enemies, not hers. And yet, here she is to take all their punishment. They left her. They left her.
She can’t take Kisame will not be another one leaving her.
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#[♣️–vdwrites]#♣️–kisame#♣️–konan#naruto fanfiction#kisakonan#kisame#hoshigaki kisame#konan#♣️–to heaven we'll never reach#♣️–ficpromo
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Third entry for @sweetspicybingo - Family Dinner. FIRST BINGO (we're going for a blackout BTW)
Narutoverse | KisaKonan | T | ~900 words | CW: Suffocation, Implied Cannibalism
The road to Kumo is narrow, just large enough for a horse-cart to pass through. It winds through sharp cliffs; dotted with a guard station every five klicks. Even if intruders were to take the mountain pass, they must navigate a maze of sharp rocks, avoid shinobi birds and exploding tags, and counteract genjutsu traps. Inexperienced nin would certainly die before they ever saw Kumo's blue tower. This is the knowledge that's allowed to leak into other shinobi villages. What they won't tell is how unguarded their northern flank is. True, the mountains are still formidable, and approaching from the sea is near impossible due to the limestone cliffs, but Akatsuki is no ordinary group.
Konan and Kisame circle the mountains. For miles, all they encounter is barren wilderness. Konan splits her body into three paper clones, spreading out ahead of them to determine the best way forward. She uses the sun to mark West. With a modicum of luck, they crest a ridgeline just as the sun passes the horizon and find themselves overlooking the Kumo. Both of them pause to take in the sight: blue-glass buildings wrapped around tall, thin peaks; buildings set into the sides of the mountain range; a smattering of small buildings on ground-level. Long shadows obscure the village, further camouflaging it into the terrain; except for the main tower at the highest summit. It's this place that Kisame turns his attention towards. He braces his back heel, flexed for a full sprint.
"Wait." Konan says softly, under her veiled sugegasa. "Let's try the residential area first. We'll draw less attention."
They weave through neighborhood streets, looking for a man with sandy hair and a forgettable face– and a new, freshly polished hitai-ate. The village would've replaced his other one– emblem scratched through with a jagged line. Kisame spots him first. He isn't personally acquainted with the target, but he remembers the photo from the briefing well enough. Konan confirms, just as he's sitting down to dinner with what looks like his family. A kunoichi with long, dark brown hair; two children barely chuunin age. She imagines his home is warm; dinner table set with bowls of rice and pickles, plates full of meat; their children laughing and the traitor smiling when he asks them about their day at academy. Konan cannot help but feel a heart wrenching envy as she looks on from the darkness, concealing her presence. A scene she's never had. A scene she fights for Ame to have. It's not fair that the Five Nations get to have this and her country gets ripped apart. This man was supposed to be working towards a life where all shinobi villages could have this; not just his. What a selfish piece of shit.
"What do you want to do, Konan-san?" Kisame asks this time, before rushing in to slaughter the whole family. Konan's face is hidden by the veil, so he cannot see the angry look of betrayal in her eyes.
She orders them to wait. They ascend a nearby tree with plenty of cover and a direct line-of-sight to their target. Patience is a virtue, it's said. The tenshi of Amegakure is merciful, it's said.
Konan tips her head to look at Kisame through his veil. "Do you have family, Hoshigaki-san?"
She asks plainly.
Kisame blinks back at her, offended that she would ask such a personal question. 'Don't get friendly.' What is family? The Hoshigaki line? There are few of them, scattered in Kiri, bound to different masters. Each struggling to prove themselves worthy enough to escape from their caste. Each just as violent as him. Each just as desperate as him for recognition and respect and dignity. Each just as foolish.
"Not anymore." All Hoshigaki are born in cursed waters. "Do you know how sharks are born?"
Of course, she doesn't. Konan knows nothing of the sea except in fairy tales. He tells her that a number of eggs hatch in the mothers' womb, but only one pup emerges.
"Why is that?" She asks.
"The first one to hatch eats all the other eggs or else they'll starve."
"The mother doesn't provide?"
"The womb is the only time sharks live with the mother. Once the pup born, they're left on their own."
Orphaned. Just like us. Except perhaps worse.
"Is your mother alive?"
"Who knows?"
His mother is the sword. His father was Kiri. And oh how he hungered.
"You don't want to find her?"
"No." He answers. "Is that strange?"
Konan bites back a 'Yes.' and instead looks at him with a hardened resolve.
"If my parents were alive I would stop at nothing to find them."
Kisame's first-line coping mechanism, a malicious grin, spread across his face. "You must be human then, Konan-san." Unlike myself.
Apologetic words catch in Konan's throat. But before she can begin to say anything, the target leaves the dinner table. She watches the family begin their bedtime routine, studying them with envy. Is this how families behave? It must be. (Later, she will force this on Nagato and Pein and not know why it feels wrong, even when they do exactly as she asks.) Konan waits until everyone is tucked into bed and asleep.
The traitor-Akatsuki is not surprised when Konan appears at his bedside. He opens his eyes and sees the Angel of Amegakure come to whisk him to death. She looks down in half-disgust, and holds her hand up, sheets of paper peeling off. Kisame has already drugged the woman next to him to prevent her from intervening. Then he holds the target down while Konan's paper wraps around his face, suffocating him. Kisame neutralizes his thrashing by absorbing his chakra to the point of death. There is a choking sound, followed by saliva soaking through the paper.
Then, stillness.
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Chapter 33: 18
Konan preps the forceps.
“Hold still.”
She doesn’t expect him to wince. In fact, she’s sure that if Kisame were shot in any other place, he would’ve taken care of it himself. The bullet makes a dull sound as she plops it into the aluminum pan. Kisame lets out a quiet, relieved sigh.
“Hand me the disinfectant.”
Blots some on a cotton ball and wipes away most of the blood. Red. Of course, why wouldn’t it be.
“Needle and thread.”
Trades him. In Konan’s practiced hand, the stitch is quick and clean. She ties it off and slides his shirt back down, noticing the sound of scratching as it falls.
“All good.” Pats him on the shoulder. “Get that looked at when we get back.”
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