Domesticate (Kisame and Grimmjow)
Kirigakure was full of unsavory individuals. Even allies were better regarded as another lurking threat. The tension that bubbled beneath the surface bred a society of killers and lethal Shinobi. At least it had during Kisame’s time there, training to be one more monster to crawl out from the mist. It was thrust upon him, but after it had been his choice to associate with even more like-minded creatures. It put him on edge, sharpened his senses and had him primed for conflict at any moment. He thrived on it.
Ironically, Pendulum’s peace was numbing. Without the apprehension and certainty of conflict it felt like he was walking about with a stuffed nose, or clogged ears. Bile rose in his throat when children smiled at him. Peacetime blues.
The city’s culture was foreign to him, but even it seemed wholesome. After Pandora’s branding it appeared as though she was making no move to follow up. Perhaps she’d placed a curse seal on him and was waiting for it to mature? Nothing he could do about that. Following up on his observation, he considered what the folk did for fun, standing before their cinemas. Konoha had one, even if Kirigakure didn’t. He was familiar with the practice, although they seemed like a much bigger deal here.
“You there.” Spying an individual loitering nearby, he beckoned with a crooked finger. “Perhaps you could offer me a hand in understanding premise of these films?” The titles were sorely lacking. ‘Love, Actually’ explained very little.
