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< ⟳ @kagami--uchiha​ | Plotted starter >

          Being the leader of his clan brought many responsibilities over the man’s head. It was clear  that at some point an certain alliance would be necessary. The damage caused by the Mizukage had greatly impacted the Hoshigakis, that now had no more power than other faded families in the country. Kisame didn’t cared about that, yet following orders was what he did his whole life. Now, without those style of live he would be a lost soul in the mist.          He had called a few elders to take care of any smaller task that didn’t fit in his schedule; the topic of marriage was talked without interest in a meeting. What actually mattered was the alliance between them and bringing the power back to the family. Anyone would do. He repeated many times, joking others that even “Even only an decapitated head” was enough.         Anyone, that wouldn’t do. They had to go miles to find a acceptable omega. Someone with good lineage to match their new leader, durable enough to not be killed since Kisame didn’t seem to trust anyone that easily.

“--Wah? Today? They’re here? How? No way. Uh. ”          Kisame couldn’t hide his surprise upon listening to mysterious person had arrived. Not knowing a single bit besides they weren’t from Kirigakure. He sat comfortably in a big throne in the long hall, waiting for who would be his new spouse.

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< ⟳@x-m-p-e-r-e-u-r​ | Plotted starter >

          Who would though that after everything, there was still utility for an ex criminal like Kisame. He might not be allowed in any country or even to pursue an peaceful life but it didn’t really mattered. Knowing very well the heights of his sins and not ever regretting the past. The Hoshigaki would spend the rest of his days behind bars if the Uchiha so kindly didn’t offered him that spot as a company in his travels. The missing nin couldn't be happier to accept in becoming Sasuke’s bodyguard in exchange of once again being free.           For while felt truly like old times, when he was still paired with Itachi and went under more missions that could be counted. Yet the only missing thing was his dear samehada, now in the possession of Kirigakure. Which didn’t made him a little less stronger, just any sword in his hands was as dangerous as the demon sword itself.           The other different thing, more apparently was the treatment receive from the young man. Any fight that could be avoided to not dirt his hands was left to him handle. Just like a excited puppy the ninja took any and every opportunity he had to fight. Sasuke never EVER stopped him, never asked to avoid. As long he finished his job it was fine. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------           That day specially there was a bit more than expected, in their road to Kirigakure a few shinobis tried their luck toward the duo. An surprise attack by their back, which took a little longer to control. After slicing the last throat of the night his attention focused in the aromatic blood which feel so familiar to his nostril.  Uchiha’s blood.

“Sasuke san. Let me se-- ”           His help was recused; making Kisame chuckle right away. Just like Itachi was his only through toward Sasuke’s actions.  A responsible bodyguard had to take care of everything’ there was no exception. Even if that mean drag Sasuke by the collar and forcefully search for the wound. A big slice was found that dragged by the back of the young man, which was treated so carefully by the shinobi. Cleaned, disinfected and covered with light bandages that went around the chest. “We’re travelling together for months now’ and you can’t still let me help you? Sooo prideful. Ha ha ha.”           Kisame hands were rough but could be delicate when he needed to be, fixing the bandages as his hands were placed over the pale skin afterwards.  The dark hair... grumpy expressions. If the hair was tied in a ponytail and longer..... It was a bittersweet feeling in his mind. Nostalgic even. It felt almost like an deja vu if he had to be honest. And for a second, Kisame let his thoughts out load in the air as hands hold Sasuke shoulders.

“ See? Good as new! You can count with me, ne. Itachi san.”

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< ⟳ @trivialitiiies​ | Plotted starter >

         A missing nin like him was too dangerous to enter any village without a bounty hunt going over his head. Still, an man had to eat. Raw fish and sleeping under trees wasn’t his favorite way of resting. Being a mercenary filled his bloodlust desires but as an real income? Not so much.         At the first opportunity, an honest work like a bodyguard didn’t feel too bad. He had worked like this before, the only diference is no needing to kill his companions this time. Wouldn’t be so hard he hoped.          A simple meeting with a shinobi that called themselves manager; his dangerous past was enough of curriculum to be accepted and the prior payment to afford better clothes already was a good reward. 

      Knocking up the door of their room; was finally the day to get to know their actual boss.  “Excuse me. Hoshigaki Kisame at your services. Miss...? ”

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< @naru-uzumaki​ | Plotted >

       ‘Too dangerous to be between other prisoners, Kisame spend his days behind bars mostly alone. A jail cell so lonely that could had driven him crazy if wasn’t for the daily outside walks followed by harsh labor.          ‘Someone else also had helped with his sanity, the only human besides guards that was allowed to be there. It was humiliating to admit if he had to be honest. “ Good evening ~ Isn’t quite boring spending time here? Couldn’t you just execute me already, neee. Ho-ka-ge sa-ma.” 

      ‘The dry tone of the sadistic joke just after the Shinobi clashed his forehead over the bars, echoing in a load iron sound. Just an playful scary prank.

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< ⟳ @hireborne​ | Plotted starter >

        No attachments. in big and bold lines over an cutesy video was what catch his attention. A boyfriend to hire and forget the next day? How wonderful did it sound at first. The idea stood in his mind during a whole week till Kisame had the courage to set an date. Not believing how time passed slow until till the day.

       “ Uh! Yes, Hoshigaki Kisame. That’s me.................Eh. Ano.”  Lowering himself to meet his eyes; hands over the knees as the burly man analyzed the features of the young man. Indeed the whole package. Cute just as advertised. “ Would you mind to...Show me an Id? Mister Kiran. You’re quite smaller than I expected, ne. ” The fisherman stood too much in contrast to his height and slim type, towering over in his 6'5''' and broad shoulders. Kisame could be an Ex criminal, but had sense in his mind.

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< ⟳ @masked-stitches​ | Plotted starter >      Less members made things difficult for sure, no missions were deployed until the teams were sorted out with the best outcome. Names and photos were tossed over the old crusty table as both of the senior members could talk about their preferences. Kisame didn’t nonchalant picked a few, reading though pages without much interest.

  “ Neh, Kakuzu san. Anyone catch your eye?”

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