Omg Just saw your post about what ships you do support and I am so on that Kisame and Sakura train with you. Crack ships that can be oddly perfect with the right setting are my favorite. Can I please request with HCs or a short scenario of how Kisame would react to the realization he has a thing for a certain short pink haired medic?
A scenario for you it is. Because you share such oddness and cracks with me, I shall call you Carrie-Cracker. This one is dedicated to you, cracker. May the cracks live on. #Cracksmustsail
‘I am vile…’Cold running water showered over his body, his hands resting against the bathroom tiles.‘I am a mongrel…’Kisame’s shoulder blades tensed, his back arching more so. Disgusted with himself for even considering that she…‘I am a monster.’Climbing out from the shower, stopping the water from running, he stepped in front of the mirror. The judge of all self reflection.Blue skin, so rough and eyes of a killer. Teeth like razors to tear prey apart. His stomach twisted when his dark desires flashed across his mind, imagining her look of ecstasy when piercing her flesh. He gripped onto the skin, swallowing and controlling his breathing as best he could. Kisame dared to look at himself in the mirror once more, only to be shamed.‘Monster… Monster… Monster…’ Cursing, his forehead slammed into the mirror, cracking it. With shards falling into the sink, his mind soothed due to the warm trickle of blood falling down his nose and cheek. At least blood was a comfort to him. Blood had always comforted him from the darkness.Wiping away the blood, dressing himself, Kisame walked through the house he sought refuge in. All the while, his thoughts monologuing, shaming himself for ever feeling this way.‘She could never feel for I. Just look at me. I am a hybrid of the land and sea, belonging on neither.’ He chuckled to himself, smirking. ‘I only belong on the path of the Akatsuki. A road of death and blood. That is where I belong.’ He stopped. His hand went to the wall, looking to the ground. ‘Yet…’“My favourite colour would have to be… blue.”Her voice called out in his mind. Fragments of their conversations replaying.“You know, out of all the guys I have met, you’re definitely the weirdest. And the coolest. Haha, get it? Cool? Blue? Water? … Yeah I’m bad at these… Shut up!”Pink hair bellowed in the wind, appearing under the cherry blossom tree of his dark mind. She was luminous. And he felt so far away.“Kisame.”He gritted his teeth, seeing her smile.“I like you for who you are.”His free hand went to cover his eyes and temple, groaning quietly.“Kisame… Kisame… Kisame!” The Akatsuki member woke up from his inner conflict, his eyes adjusting to the dark hallway, seeing that she stood before him in the body and flesh.“S-… Sakura.” Her emerald eyes looked up at him as she stepped closer, a look of concern on her face.“You’re bleeding.” Sakura reached down into her pouch, pulling out a neatly folded handkerchief and lifted it up to his forehead.‘How can you not flinch at the sight of me? Why do you act as though I am not a monster?’Smiling, Sakura lowered the handkerchief, looking up at Kisame. Holding onto his hand, she led him down the hallway; the entire time, his eyes focused on the way her fingers were wrapped around his, barely able to hold onto all.‘Are you not afraid?’
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