tampered | Log; COMPLETE

Log; COMPLETE

When; June 10
Rating; PG
Characters; Kisame

good_and_proper
Summary; Kisame is sick of Aizen's face and so means to destroy it.
Log;

There was a small bounce to Kisame's step as he approached the Pandora restaurant where Aizen claimed to be dining. It really had been too long since he had killed someone. The opportunity to put his sword to use against such an arrogant sack of refuse was just too delightful to turn down. Itachi-san wouldn't mind. After all, Aizen might be an ally (for now), but that didn't mean he had to be a living one.

He made sure to take the route where he could approach the bastard from behind. Seeing him now, that pretentious lift of his spine, a ridiculous parasol shading the back of his head, was enough to make a man break out a deadly water jutsu then and there. Good thing for Aizen, Kisame had manners.

"Hey, ugly! Did you order my tea?"

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This would normally be the point where Kisame would start to gloat about how Samehada does not cut, but shaves chakra from an opponent until there is nothing left to absorb.

Enough even to absorb the energy of a nine-tailed fox.

What sort of demon was this man? Was this why Itachi-san was so enamored with the fellow?

At the thought, Kisame snarled and ripped his sword back from Aizen's grip. "No, that's not it."

"Then do impress me. Your partner was much more impressive."

Aizen stepped back, folding his arms once more.

"I'm not some witless child with a beast inside him, so please try a bit harder."

Kisame gritted his teeth. Damned, impossible man. If the shark made a move now, it would seem as though he were following orders.

But if he didn't, it would seem even worse.

There was a damn good reason Itachi-san chose to stay with him instead of breaking off and partnering with this arrogant sod.

With that in mind, Kisame threw Samehada into the air and watched as her bindings came undone during her ascent.

"Suiton bakushouha!"

He sucked in air and breathed water out on the exhale. How would the bastard respond to the onslaught of a tsunami coming at his pretty little face?

Aizen blinked in surprise, his body blown back by the deluge of water. He was forced a good distance back, his feet leaving deep trails in the earth.

"Hm," he hummed as the water dripped down his body. No visible damage seemed to be on him.

"Another interesting parlor trick. I suppose you are a water specialist?" he said, extending a hand, "Good to know. Do bear with me and try not to die."

He mumbled something under his breath and flexed his open hand, releasing a lightning based kido which arc through the air toward Kisame.

In disgust, Kisame snatched Samehada from where it had fallen at his feet.

Sometimes his enemies' necks snapped like toothpicks when tons upon tons of water hailed down upon them. Those were usually the ones who made assumptions about the strength of water itself, often spouting smart phrases like "What are you going to do, rain on me?" before Kisame ushered them toward their doom, obviously forgetting how heavy one gallon of water truly was. Some enemies dodged, others drowned, and more still disappeared, never to be found again.

Few took the impact and lived.

Something akin to doubt surfaced in Kisame's mind when he saw Aizen still standing, the only thing affected being his ridiculous outfit, now soaked through.

His eyes widened when Aizen reached an arm out. Nothing good ever came out of that stance. He had just enough time to turn Samehada sideways against his body when he heard the incantation.

The impact sent him flying hundreds of yards in the air, finally landing head first into the leftover water of the tsunami.

Samehada had taken the brunt of the lightening attack, but there was a moment of darkness in Kisame's mind before he found himself again beneath the waves.

The waters parted as Aizen walked toward Kisame, repelled by his reiatsu. He expanded it outward, pushing the liquid farther and farther away from his body. His arm raised again as he advanced.

"Will you yield? Have you had enough yet?" he smirked, casually stepping toward his prey, "This can all stop."

Aizen came to halt several meters from Kisame's position, looking down at him.

"Had enough of my abuse, eh?" Kisame said, rising from the waves until he was standing atop it, his chakra concentrated at his feet.

He cocked his head, considering the man in a new light. If he had come to a draw with Itachi-san....

"How about you tell me something I want to know?"

"Certainly," Aizen replied, holding his reiatsu as it was, "I am not adverse to questions. Ask it."

His hand lowered as he focused his ears on Kisame's question.

Kisame considered the man with a measure of distrust before proceeding on. This had to be done.

"I want you to tell me how you came back to life." He quelled a flash of fury that rose from his gut to his throat, threatening to choke him.

"Then I want to know why you haven't shared your secrets with Itachi-san."

"Simple," he said, cocking his head to the side and looking up at him, "He never asked. I was never under any contract to help him. We share information related to our targets. That is all."

He smiled up at the man, smiling, "He never even came to me."

Sometimes Kisame regretted acting on impulse. It wasn't one of his better habits, and it had gotten him in trouble on numerous occasions.

This was one of those times.

He mumbled into the too-large Akatsuki collar, "Well, erm ... Itachi-san does have an unfortunate overabundance of pride...."

He made himself look into those eyes, arrogant or no. "Does this mean you wouldn't be adverse to sharing?"

Aizen swept his hair back and sighed, holding fingers to his forehead.

"You don't get it, do you? It wouldn't do any good. The price is DIFFERENT for everyone. Only the gods know what they want. For me, they wanted zanpakutous of my enemies and blood. For Itachi, it would be different. Everyone is different, depending on what the gods want them to get. It will more than likely be something difficult."

"Do you understand?"

It took more than a sane amount of effort not to brandish his sword and charge at the patronizing tone of voice the other used. He had been working with Itachi so long, leaving the other to decide whether a fight would be advantageous or wasteful, that not having the voice of reason at his side almost tipped the scales toward disaster.

He needed to keep his head. In more ways than one.

"So, er.... How does one go about discovering what these gods desire? In return for life, I mean."

An image flashed before his eyes, of bright orange tails slamming down against mountainsides, shaking the earth beneath its fury.

"Why don't you try ASKING them?" Aizen said, obviously wishing he was elsewhere. He hated answering stupid questions. Had this ninja really not even asked about this?

"There is a building in the city, located on the map, where you can make requests to the gods. Go there, are you dense?"

Rage was soon replaced by deep amusement. So this Aizen guy had something of a short fuse in the end. Kisame would have to make certain to exploit that later for laughs.

As a matter of fact, there had been a lack of communication between Kisame and Itachi since his arrival. A dead Itachi was a brooding Itachi, and a brooding Itachi was a murderous one. Kisame usually ended up tiptoeing around the apartment these days.

It was infuriating, in its own way.

"Why would I ask them when it's so much more fun to ask you?" Kisame said, grinning.

Ah, so he was being mocked. This had gone on long enough.

"Very well," Aizen said, drawing his zanpakutou, "I'll do this quickly. Be gratefuly you will live."

He held the blade in front of his body, the metal flashing as he released it's shikai.

"Are you prepared?"

His grin soured with the unveiling of Aizen's sword. With a roar, Kisame unleashed the bandages around Samehada and charged the man, intending to be rid of this bastard in one fell swoop.

While he much preferred to take his time with his enemies, this one would have to be silenced quickly.

Aizen seemed to be simply standing in one place, keeping his sword up and concentrating, his eyes closed. He was making no move to dodge or even acknowledge his opponent.

The water beneath his feet began to churn as he rushed forward, frothing upwards into a bubbling torrent until Kisame found himself riding a mighty tidal wave bearing down on the unmoving enemy. He swept Samehada through the water for good measure and watched as his sword's chakra reflected off the glinting water droplets.

In the moments it took to reach Aizen, he imagined what would happen if word of this encounter got back to Itachi-san. While it was unlikely that there would be any physical repercussions for taking this matter into his own hands (Itachi only fought when he needed to), it most definitely could affect their working relationship. Itachi had been conspicuously absent these days. Hearing about this could cause the precarious balance of their partnership to crumble even further.

He had to silence this man.

The torrent rushed downwards taking Kisame with it. He held his sword high, aimed to split Aizen in two.

The sword cleaved cleanly, splitting Aizen's form in two. Upon the split, his body fell apart, scattering into sakura petals. From behind the ninja, Aizen's voice was heard right next to his ear.

"Have you seen a ghost, I wonder?" he said, slamming his palm forward from behind the shinobi.

"Tch."

Kisame was used to seeing strange things those few times he found himself caught in genjutsus, from flesh melting off faces to bodies bursting into a hundred ravens.

It never failed to jar him.

He felt the chakra rushing toward his body and managed to call on the Shunshin no Jutsu before anything connected. Aizen would have only seen a puff of mist before catching sight of Kisame a few yards ahead of him.

"Is that all you have?"

And yet there Aizen was, already having used shun-po to appear behind him, yet again.

"Hardly," he said, "But I don't try to swat a fly with a chainsaw."

He lashed out with a straight jab, aiming the blow for Kisame's lower spine.

Kisame was still cursing himself after he felt the blow connect and his body went hurtling through the air, until finally the waves swallowed him once again.

That ... hurt.

Fine. If he couldn't defeat the bastard from above, he would do it from below. He folded his arms against his sides and kicked with his back legs, the water rushing past his gills, exhilarating. If he tried really hard, he could almost smell the blood in the veins of the hunted.

He burst from the water just mere feet from where Aizen stood, planning to use the momentum to try and bowl him over. One hand jutted out in hopes of catching the man's neck.

If all went well, he could just rip out Aizen's throat with his teeth.

Aizen was still standing calmly on top of the water, using his reiatsu as a foot-hold. He could sense the attack coming, the energy of his enemy rising and falling, building up for his attack.

Aizen waited until he was just within reach, then snaked his arm out, gripping Kisame's hand with his own and applying pressure. He brough his face in close to the shinobi's, smiling.

"Do you think I am so easy to beat? Ridiculous."

He had lost his sword somewhere between the point when the mountain slammed into his spine and when he found himself in the water, but as he reached his free hand out just now, he found her handle nestled snugly in his palm again.

She would always come to him.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you're unbearably ugly when you're this close?"

This time he swept Samehada toward the man from below, straight between the legs.

That's going to hurt, Kisame thought, smiling.

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