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20170126
HQ - KaKuChi Trio
Introducing the Captains of Shinobi Allied Forces
"Tell me a story before bed, Kakuzu? I want to know more about what your life was like before we met. Tell me something. A fond memory."
Laying in bed together, too early to go to sleep but too late to still be up and about, at her request Kakuzu looks up from the book he had been reading. A fond memory? He runs his fingers through her hair as he thinks about it.
He doesn’t think she would want to hear about the bounties he’s collected, even though he thinks fondly on the large sums he’s gotten for them. No, he knows she’s wanting to get to know him better and she already knows about his affinity for money enough.
The next thing that comes to mind is an old memory, one he hasn’t thought about in decades and he’s surprised he can actually still remember that far back. His hand stills where it is between her shoulders, fingers gently twisting in her hair.
“When I was a boy, after training was finished for the day and I had finished with my chores, I would join the other kids of my village and we would swim in the river until the sun went down. We all learned to swim from the time we could walk, and we knew which areas of the rivers were too dangerous to swim in. Sometimes there would be some adults around to supervise but most of the time we were on our own.”
He pauses and begins to card his fingers through her hair.
“But as we got older, we had less and less time for it. We would still enjoy it when we could.” He can remember the last time he went swimming with his friends he had grown up with, never thinking it would be for the last time. “Some of us would catch fish and cook them up right there on the river bank before going home for the night, saying we would do it again later when we had time.” It’s how he had ended that last day, before training and missions took over his time, and then there was never any 'later'...
There weren't too many fond memories of his village, but he was glad that for the most part, that one was.