Log; COMPLETE

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When; June 10
Rating; PG
Characters; Kisame samehada_lover and Aizen good_and_proper
Summary; Kisame is sick of Aizen's face and so means to destroy it.
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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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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.

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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.

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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."

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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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The blade reached his crotch and stopped dead, repelled by the light field of reiatsu surround his entire body. He gave a small "tch" of disappointment and swept his leg out in a wide arc, attempting to disable the man in one strike.

"I'm tired of this. I have places to go. It doesn't matter if you strike me once, or one hundred times. The attacks won't go through."

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Kisame neatly sidestepped the attempt to bring him to his knees.

"It sounds to me like you're just looking for excuses to return to your tea. Perhaps you should consider a new line of work?"

He rested Samehada against his shoulder. "Or perhaps we should call it a draw?"

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"Do you honestly think you have a chance of matching me? With your limited human powers?"

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"You talk as if you were one of the gods."

Kisame smiled. "But you're not. Even if you could hurt me, I don't think you would. Consider for a moment who I am."

He rested a finger on his chin. "Now that I think about it ... is that why you've been holding back? Smart man. And so long as we're on the subject, I don't think I want you mentioning this fight to Itachi-san. Things could get ugly."

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"I am on my way toward that goal, but I am still beyond a human's means," he said, sheathing his blade and marching toward Kisame, looking him in the eyes.

"If I wished, I could leave you in agony here, broken and mentally shattered. But I will not do so. Not because of Itachi, not because of fear, but because you bore me. There is no point crushing someone who isn't a threat right now."

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He raised an eyebrow. "Is that the way of it? Hehe, well, whatever makes you feel better..."

He moved toward Aizen and stopped beside his shoulder, looking straight ahead. "But if it's any consolation, I find you terribly entertaining."

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"Oh so?" Aizen simply stated, unmoving. His released more of his reiatsu and unleashed it on Kisame. It attacked his spirit directly, infusing his body with agonizing, crippling spiritual pressure.

"And I find you bent terribly low to the ground."

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The pain was something akin to a thousand shark's teeth embedded in his skin, twisting and gnashing, and it brought him to his knees atop the water. He forced every last bit of chakra towards his legs so that he did not plunge through.

Fish filled with this much pain got eaten.

Maybe ... shouldn't have ... pushed so far.... his mind screamed.

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As easily as it came, the pain was gone. Aizen picked him up by the collar and held him suspended over the water.

"Can't have you falling in, now can I? That would be rude," he said, "I do hope you can stand."

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One never truly realized how lucky one was not to live a life of constant pain. That is, until it overwhelms one's body to the point of thinking it would never end.

It couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds, yet it was a struggle to lift his still-cramping hand atop Aizen's in order to pry himself loose from that grip.

Perhaps the spirit power of the shinigami was not equivalent to chakra. If it was ... Kisame was almost entirely protected from attacks of that sort.

Unless it came from someone like Sir Leader.

He found himself breaking into a large grin. "I suppose this means I'm not boring anymore?"

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"You have been upgraded to amusing. I will be leaving, now."

Aizen parted the water around himself and calmly left the scene, shun-po'ing out.

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With mixed feelings, Kisame watched him disappear. He did not yet know which part of him felt stronger: the vengeance boiling his blood or something else—something he couldn't entirely explain, something that made him want to grit his teeth and drown in sake.

Respect?

Never.

He would make the shinigami pay dearly for what he had done. It was only a matter of time.