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❝ I don't care if Zabuza forgave you, I'm never speaking to you again. ❞ Wait...crap.
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tailessbeast
❝ I don't care if Zabuza forgave you, I'm never speaking to you again. ❞ Wait...crap.
somehow jumps into itachi's arms
“I have a bad back, Kisame-san.”
☠⚰☏ when your a glutton for angst :)))
☠: my muse’s reaction to being told that your muse is missing, and presumed dead
Akatsuki were mercenaries. Though they traveled in pairs of two, to compliment one another’s abilities, that did not mean that shinobi hired them both at the same time.
Some people only wanted one, and Kisame had the brute strength to function as an army of his own when smaller villages warred, and one collected enough coin to hire him.
It usually lasted a week, at the most. A week that Itachi traveled on his own, never too far, never too long, knowing that Kisame could not return yet to nag at him about his health.
One week became two. Two became three, and one month had Itachi contacting Pein. Calm, curt, just wanting to know the status of his partner.
--He could be dead, Itachi. These things happen. We’ll conduct a search and find you a new partner.--
It’s alone, in an inn the night after, that Itachi reminisces that Kisame was the closest thing he had to a second best friend. He isn’t supposed to build any sort of close relationship in Akatsuki, and his food tastes sour and he sleeps worse than he usually does.
He has to go on. His medicine intake doubles, as the day that Sasuke will kill him is less than a year away.
⚰: my muse’s reaction to watching yours die from afar
They were both very well aware of the dangers that came with the title of police officer. Anything could happen to anyone under the right circumstance, but it was their job to show up at these locations, and diffuse these situations, only hoping that it would end peacefully, or without fatality.
It is too easy for someone to get their hands on automatic ammunition these days. Mass shooting decorate the media, become the topic of choice for months, re-sparking debate on how guns should be handled, or a stricter process before one is handed over.
It’s just a gas station, with a little over $400 dollars stashed in the register, but to this man, the amount is enough for him to brandish a heavy duty rifle, and the eight squad cars lined up outside the building is not enough to deter him.
Itachi is kneeled in the back, his car and a heavy plastic shield serving as his cover, checking his mirror for a chance to line a shot.
He makes the mistake of looking through the window to see his partner had been instructed to get in closer.
The diversion failed.
It’s a miracle he manages to take a fatal shot to the criminal, but that won’t bring Kisame back.
☏: my muse’s reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse
Five months ago, Kisame made the mistake of getting worried about his friend, whom he hadn’t seen in a while. This led to the mistake of coming to his home, and pressuring himself to be allowed inside, and discovering that his friend had been forced to feed on blood, and almost nearly killed him.
It began a routine. He wanted to stay, and to help, foolishly offering himself as a sole food source. Itachi never got full, but it was enough to sate cravings, and the desire to hunt.
Comfort leads to a lack of security. Bloodloss makes the mind hazy. A feeding session gone on too long, halted only by Itachi sensing the slow heartbeat.
Kisame didn’t make it one block past the complex, and a stranger was kind enough to call an ambulence.
Days of restlesness turn into panic, all culminating at once when Itachi’s phone rings for the first time in half a year, and a voice he doesn’t know speaks to him, calls for his name.
A hospital. The local one. Kisame had listed him as a contact...
It’s easy enough to hide trembling over a phone line, his worst fears abaded as he’s explained his friend can be discharged in as little as a few days.
For the first time in five months, he makes a trip outside, touches a vehicle which roars at him in protest, and arrives at the hospital in the dead of night to pick up his friend whose death he almost caused.
He’s going back to blood bags.
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*cups mirus face* i've wanted to do this for a while *kisses*
pressing on his shoulder to end the gesturealmost as fast as it came, miru smiled, softly. “ thank you, hoshigaki-san. ”
tailessbeast
Their shift is almost over. It’s a good night when they don’t have to stop anyone, able to enjoy the silence of their patrol car. He meets Kisame with his eyes, not needing words to communicate just yet.