Um...Please Don't Eat Me chapter 13

Chapter 13

The tears burned fast and hot down my cheeks as sobs tore through my throat and I hiccuped occasionally. Kisame's big body was a wall of comfort, my hands clenching the front of his shirt tightly, his arms around me, pressing me to him, his own head bowed. He didn't say much, a 'shhhh' maybe once in awhile, but there was a curtain of salty tears over my blue eyes that wouldn't go away. Every time I blinked they fell further down my cheeks, curving under my chin and my nose was starting to run. My hands were bleeding still and crying in pain as well, seeing as they were clenched tightly around the loose fabric of Kisame's shirt, which was probably red as well thanks to me.

Damn it...why am I always so easily pushed to tears? Why am I so soft? Did my shinobi training mean nothing? I wasn't suppose to show or feel emotion, in order to fulfill the missions more fluently. I pressed my forehead to his chest, clenching my teeth together in an atempt to stave the waterfall I was soley producing. This makes no sense! Am I not a shinobi?! I shouldn't be this weak, or sensative! Must I always be so empathetic?

The wind was whipping around due to my overflowing emotions. It always did this, another reason why Kirigakure disregarded me. I knew my eyes were silver, as they usually got when I used alot of wind. I remember the other kids making fun of me or ignoring me because I scared them. I always tried so hard to please everybody, but obviously no one cared for my effort.

"What's wrong with me...?" I squeeked, not expecting an answer.

"Nothing's wrong with you" he answered. I looked up at him, my voice abandoning me. I wanted to tell him so much right then. About Kirigakure, my family, what I thought, what I was thinking, what I was told I was, how I was scared, confused about everything that was going on. I just wanted to spill everything out, let it all run like my tears.

"Come on..." he murmurred. "We need to get out of here"

"But escape isn't that easy" said a monotonous voice. I felt my insides freeze.

"Correct, Kisame?" It wasn't a question, it was a statement. My eyes stayed wide with shock, please god tell me it wasn't the ex-leaf ninja Itachi.

Before I could blink, my wind moved me to the other side of Kisame, his backside for the time being.

Just as a sword was launched forward, entering my stomach.

"You sensed my attack?" It sounded like a statement again. I didn't really focus on his words. My eyes were currently silver and wide, my pupils dilated. I didn't know that he was going to attack, I just heard him and my instinct screamed at me to get in front of him.

The sword twisted and I cried out, eyes closed in pain.

"Ryuki!" yelped Kisame, turning around. He growled when he saw the blade protruding through my back, a few inches away from my spine. I coughed harshly, blood crawling down my chin as I glared at the Uchiha in front of me, his expression unreadable. I whipped the wind up around and sent a wind-punch at him, which he took without flinching.

"Itachi!" shouted Kisame, drawing his Samehada from his back. He swung his sword and it hit the ground where the red eyed shinobi once was, leaving a crater in its wake. I dropped to my knees, pulling the sword out slowly. I know they always say something about if you get stabbed you shouldn't pull it out, but I couldn't fight with a sword in my gut. I was breathing harshly and it hurt so bad, my stomach, my hands, everything, but I had to do something. With a sharp cry I stiffled by clenching my teeth, the sword was free from me.

I gasped for my breath, the air I had riled stung the wound but I shakily pushed myself to a slouched standing position, bloodied hands on my knees to support me. I looked up through half lidded eyes to see flashes of blue and black hitting each other again and again.

Kisame called out a jutsu and the area became flooded with water, rushing over my head easily. I kicked and squirmed, almost gasping from the pain from my movements and the water stinging my injuries. My eyes were closed and my lips were pressed tightly together in order to hold onto all the air I could. There's no way my body could take this...

======Kisame POV======

My teeth were bared at my partner as I launched forward, Samehada eagerily at the ready. I swung my sword, leaving a crater in the ground that should've been Itachi, but he had dodged it easily. Everything in my vision was turning red as I chased after him, the prodigy of this village.

I used jutsu after jutsu on the younger person, but he either evaded or countered them. I moved my hands furiously, determined to make this battlefield my advantage. Water pooled from everywhere, flooding to the treetops.

"Your moves tend to cause a lot of attention" he said, one of the things he always told me.

"Shut up" I growled. I made more katas and my sharks appeared, targeting Itachi. He copied my movements and his sharks null and voided my attack.

"You couldn't have been more careless Kisame" he said. I growled again and sent another water jutsu his way, which he simply countered.

"How long can the average person swim, Kisame?" he asked. I glared at him, what kind of question was that?

"You're saying that you don't know? That's a change of pace." I sneered.

"Their ability to stay afloat would be considerably more difficult if they were injured, correct?" It was phrased like a question but his tone of voice made it a statement.

"What's with these questions Itachi, you know the answers so why are you asking?" I asked him.

"You obviously don't know the answer." he said "Kisame"

What was he going on about? I could swim very well, but when I was hurt it was obviously harder, but unless my legs were ruin I could still manage. I looked down at myself to double check that he hadn't crippled me in any way, shape or form. Nope, I was still intact.

He was suddenly before me, eyes locked with mine while saying.

"The girl Kisame. The girl "

I was suddenly pulled into a dark world, thanks to Itachi's Mangekyo. My arms were up in a cross like state, and I couldn't move. I looked down at the smaller person and growled. He simply stared at me for a moment then stepped to the side.

"For the next 72 hours you will see the different deaths you have caused the girl"

======Back to Ryuki POV====

The water suddenly vanished after what seemed like an eternity and I was no longer floating, but dropped on my back side ungracefully, coughing up water and gagging. I let out a strangled cry from pain and from my previous fear of death. I gasped to catch my breath, and my arms wrapped around my middle, to smother the pain and stop some of the bleeding. I curled into a protective huddle, teeth clenched again to hold back my small cries.

After a few moments of recooperating and not being attacked, I decided to force myself up onto my elbows, looking around the area, pushing my wet hair back out of my face. I looked around, immediately noticing Kisame's large figure, but he wasn't standing. I coughed loudly again and it took a moment for my eyes to register the distance. He actually wasn't that far away, so I moved to my knees and brought one leg up at a time, eventually standing. I was already panting with the simple action, dammit.

My legs felt like led as I trudged over to Kisame's form. I didn't see Itachi anywhere, did he leave us to die, thinking he didn't need to check if we died or not? I guess that's lucky for us, we can make a getaway.

"K-Kisame...?" my voice asked, cracking at the strain. The blue man moved slightly, tilting his head toward me. He was in a slight huddle, not so compact like mine was, but a loose copy of it. I dragged my feet closer to him and collapsed next to him, my body protesting against another step.

"Kisame..." I whispered, my throat raw. He moved slowly upward, breathing hard and he was looking at me as if I was a ghost.

"Are you alright?" I asked him softly, reaching out with my bloodied hand toward him, water dripping from my skin. I touched his arm lightly, my fingertips barely touching him, and he continued to stare at me, as if I was completely foriegn. He reached out and touched my cheek, his gaze unblinking.

"R...Ryuki...?" he asked. I touched the hand that was touching me, looking right him.

"Yes, I'm here" I tod him, confused by his behavior. He moved closer to me, then wrapped his arms around my waist, hiding his face in my shoulder.

"72 hours" he told me. "Of your death...over and over again...they were all different but they were all my fault..." I could feel his hands tightening around the loose material of my standard Jounin shirt, as he closed his eyes tightly.

"I'm sorry..." he said. "I'm sorry I've hurt you...I'm sorry I make you cry...I'm sorry..." I flinched and breathed sharply when his hand grazed the exit wound that the sword left at my back.

"I'm sorry...I'm still hurting you..."

I wrapped my arms around the Ex-Seven Swordsman when he tried to pull away from me, holding him close, not letting go.

"No...it doesn't hurt...you don't hurt me and I'm not gonna die!" I told him, even though my body said otherwise.

"I'm exhausted" he commented. I laughed slightly

"Me too. I bet you a dollar I can't even stand up" I challenged.

"I can hardly sit up" he responded, a grin in his voice.

"72 hours will do that to a peson" I joked.

"No kidding" he chuckled.

We moved so that Kisame was laying down on his back and I folded my arms over his broad chest and rested my head on them, while my legs were bent slightly toward me, crossed lightly at the ankles. He arm was wrapped around my waist, making sure I couldn't leave him, while his other arm was behind his head, acting as a pillow. Just as I was on the brink of sleep I had one more thing to say.

"I love you..." I whispered, my eyes back to their blue shade and closed.

"I love you too" And then we slept.

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