Despite everything, Amegakure looked exactly the same as it had over a year ago. Kisame had not returned to the country, or to its hidden village, since he’d left the Akatsuki for good, and he never thought he’d step foot in it again.
So, when Kakashi requested he come with him on a diplomatic visit, he was surprised, to say the least. The Hokage told others that it was for political reasons that he was to come, but in secret, he’d been told that the man knew he would get lost in Ame, and needed a guide that knew the place well. Kisame had laughed, agreed, and they’d headed out the next day.
Now in the city of skyscrapers, Kisame traversed the city, having met with some officials and given the rest of the day to roam… under direct watch of his usual Anbu team. They followed and chatted among themselves, asking him questions and pointing out various neon lights and paper lanterns that managed to stay dry despite the constant rain, (the remnants of Konan’s powers, still strong after all this time). So it’s when Kisame finally stopped in his stroll that the Anbu knew to give him space. He knew this place, he’d only stop for something important– or something he didn’t recognize, in this case.
Kisame stared up at the great mural with a curious gaze. The angelic symbols were clearly Konan’s doing, yet the mural, and the memorials right by it, were new to him. Here, even, was covered by a great stone roof, keeping the Memorial area dry. There were hordes of people here, all silently contemplating the imagery, or saying respects, walking quietly, speaking quietly… This was a final resting place, a place of remembrance. The Anbu stayed to the edge of the crowds, watching from a distance, as Kisame approached the mural, stepping out of the rain as he looked back on the two people that had been his leaders, and how they’d changed this land for the better.
The rain is ever present, and while he had been expecting the Rokudaime Hokage, had been in contact with Konoha after the war, he had not expected Kisame to be with him. It’s a pleasant surprise and sensing his chakra in the rain makes his thin lips crack into a smile despite how they last parted ways.
So the ex-Akatsuki leader keeps track of his old comrade’s trek through the city and tries to think of what to say. Nagato had trusted Kisame a great deal and would trust him again, if given the chance. First should come introductions as the swordsman had never actually seen him before.
Nagato isn’t sure how to feel about Kisame visiting the mural. He should have guessed, it’s one of the grander places in the village and would be new to him besides. Though his red hair can be striking he is otherwise indiscernible from any others visiting the murals, praying or meditating. He comes here often enough that the villagers are accustomed to seeing him, give him enough space to be respectful but not a wide enough berth to seem suspicious. A long moment of silence passes before he tries to speak.
“Ah-” His throat catches, he clears it. Raises a pale hand in greeting. “Hello Kisame.”
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