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It’s been two days. Jiren has practically split himself from you due to the immense hunger he’s experiencing. You’ve been holed up in your from since the occurrence with Hidan. You really didn't want to face him after what happened.
“You’re a selfish bitch.” Jiren’s half of my face spits angrily.
“Wow, tell me how you really feel.” Your tone is dry. You’ve been dealing with similar teasing nonstop over the last couple of days. He’s relentless when it comes to you succumbing to your feelings.
“You need to get out of here before I crawl out of you. This isn’t healthy.” He retorts. You huff and slam the notebook you were writing in closed. You have to admit that he’s right. Not only does your feeding ritual satisfy Jiren, but it also fully nourishes you. You rub your hand across your forehead as you stand from your desk.
“Fucking fine, if it’ll shut you up.” You pull on your boots and leather jacket, putting scrolls and your soundboard into your pockets. As you fling your bedroom door open, your eyes meet a chest. You look up to see Kisame with a grin on his face.
“Hey doll face, do you want to accompany me on a short mission?” He leans himself against the doorway while looking down at you. You tap your chin a couple of times before peering back up at the large man.
“Am I allowed to eat anyone?” You ask with a raise of your eyebrow. Kisame chuckles at your forwardness before patting the top of your head lightly.
“Sure, just don't mess up the bounty too much.”
^^^
Kisame takes you through multiple alleys and side streets. The two of you chat back and forth about random things to try and fill the silence of the dark streets. You find him easy to talk to. He seems a lot more calm and casual than the rest of the guys. The tension you once felt in your shoulder eases away as the conversion flows.
“I've got a question for ya.” Kisame leans slightly towards you with a curious flicker in his eye. You nod to him to go on, “So, when you did that weird genjutsu thing on us, was that really your body..?” You can hear the slight nervous tone in his voice as he finishes the question. You flicker your eyes up to him with a slight smirk.
“What if it is? Who's asking?” You raise an eyebrow at him. You watch a slight blush rise to his blue cheeks.
“Well- I mean-” He hesitates, sighing before continuing, “If it is, I just wanted to say that you're beautiful..” His gaze angles straight forward as he rubs the back of his neck. The flush on his cheeks deepens as silence takes over the space around the two of you. You smile and nudge him with your elbow.
“Thank you.” His eyes meet yours once more, a smile pulling on the corners of his lips, “So, how much farther is the location?” You look out and down the street the alley has ended on. Kisame leans an arm on your shoulder and quickly points to the grimy building across the street. A light purring sound emits from his back, the blade he keeps wrapped up shaking slightly.
“Samehada is just as excited as I am. Let's go dollface.”
The two of you enter through the rusty door, keeping an eye out as you ascend the stairs. As you get to the first landing, you fold out your weapons scroll. Jimi quickly appears along with an amp. You throw out a couple hands signs, forming a shadow clone next to you. You hand them Jimi as well as the amp and give them a nod of the head. They quickly throw the guitar strap over their shoulder and fasten the amp to their thigh, plugging in the instrument and looking back to you. Now the three of you continue up the stairs to the fourth and final level.
Kisame draws Samehada from his back at the top of the staircase, shielding you and the clone from the opposing gang members in front of you. You gently pat his shoulder and he lets the two of you next to him. Not even a second later, your face and body begin to crack and contort; Jiren finally making his debut. The clone removes its bandages and forms the mouths on its chest, not wasting any time to get the party going. The two of you spot the bounty at the rear of the group. You give a wink to Kisame as the clone begins to shred on Jimi and you jump into action.
As the lyrics begin, you and Kisame begin your violent onslaught on the group in front of you. You end the first guy quickly, ripping his throat out with the large fangs protruding from your lips. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Kisame’s blade ripping people apart left and right. You begin to grow more bloodthirsty as the bodies drop around you; the guitar chords picking up in speed. Not a soul can get close enough to the clone, the vibrations in the air keeping them all at a safe distance.
Finally, all that's left is you, the leader, and Kisame. The look on the man's face in front of you will be engraved in your mind forever. The pure terror and fear like nothing you've ever seen before. Saliva drools down your chin just at the thought of tearing this guy apart, but you'll have to restrain yourself. You rush towards him so quickly he can't even see you. Before he's even aware, you're behind him with an enormous grin on your face.
“YOU’VE ALREADY DONE THE DAMAGE~” You scream into the man's ear as you thrust your clawed hand through his chest. On the other side in your fist is his still-beating heart. The clone continues the final lyrics as you retrieve your hand and rip the heart apart with your teeth. The man drops to the ground in front of you and your face slightly contorts back to normal. All that's remaining of your monstrous face is your fangs. You eat the rest of the heart and begin to go from corpse to corpse to truly get your fill of the carnage. The clone gently sets Jimi and the amp onto the ground and disappears in a puff of smoke. You rip an arm from a random body and sit up against one of the surrounding walls, chewing away at the flesh as Kisame walks up to you.
“Whatcha got there? A reward?” He chuckles as he sits next to you. He gently props up Samehada next to him as he relaxes.
“Something like that.” You state flatly, your voice a couple of octaves lower than it usually is. You clean off the bones with a flick of your pointed tongue and shove them into your pockets. Your face reverts to normal and you look over to Kisame. He has his head in his hand with his eyes closed obviously waiting on you to finish. You notice a couple spots of blood on his cheek and smirk, “I'll get that.” You quickly swipe your thumb over the spots, wiping them up. Kisame flings his eyes open and locks them with yours. You place your thumb in your mouth and watch as his jaw goes slightly slack. His cheeks flush pink as you pop the appendage from between your lips. You stand and hold a hand out to the man, “Let's get going big boy.” He takes your hand and rises next to you with a smile.
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The two of you arrive back at the hideout after dropping off the bounty at the collection office. Since it was Kisame’s job to carry the guy, you have to give the money to Kakuzu. You were told about how he readily leaves his room, so, still bloody from the fight, you take the stairs up to his room. When you arrive at the door you give it a couple of sharp knocks. Shuffling happens on the other side before it swings open in front of you.
“I got the money for ya!” You hold out the briefcase with a smile, “Kisame told me you're the money guy around here.” Kakuzu looks over your grizzly appearance before taking the case from your bloody hand.
“I hope he didn't let you count it.” He buffs out as he retreats into his room to his desk. His room is relatively plain, sporting the simple basic you had as well with the addition of a large safe next to his desk.
“Nope! I haven't touched a single thing, but I did witness Kisame count it.” You shift your weight to your hip as you speak, “If that's all then, I'll go then. Don't want this blood drying down too much.” He gives you an acknowledging grunt as you shut his door and head for yours.
Finally, under the flow of the shower, you can relax. The blood and sweat from the fight running down the drain. You run your hands over the curves of your body as you think back over the experience. The brief glimpses you saw of Kisame playing over and over in your mind. His bulging muscles, the menacing look on his face as he massacres person after person, it all rushes to the heat between your thighs.
You've had a hard time admitting to yourself that the men of this group are attractive. Even Kakuzu with his incredibly intimidating aura is hot. You don't want feelings to get in the way of work. Also, Jiren really doesn't like the idea of intimacy or feelings other than rage and malice. You push the thoughts from your mind as you turn the water off and step out of the shower. You dry off and pull on your clothes; a simple pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt.
You grab your keyboard as well as Jimi and sit at your desk. You plug everything into a small amp and let out a sigh. Jiren contorts to life on one side of your face as you flip through one of your various notebooks.
“Why do you indulge in such useless emotions?” He asks, curiosity weaving into his words. You shrug as you settle on a page and prop it up in front of you.
“Sometimes it's relieving, but other times it helps me express myself. Now, let me enjoy sadness for once.” You're irritated. He can sense it in your heart rate as well as your tone.
“As you wish.” Your face returns to normal and you sigh once again. You glance around the room, eyeing the soundproofing foam you brought with you so you can practice in your room without as loud of a disturbance to the others.
You begin playing the soft notes on the keyboard in front of you. Letting the emotions of the words on the page take over as you completely let go. Unknown to you, a small audience has formed in the hallway outside of your room.
Tobi had come by to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with a few of the other members. His fist has dropped from the knocking position and is now wiping tears that are leaking from his eyehole. Hidan, Kisame, and Deidara are the others present, leaning against the walls of the hallway. It seems the padding you put up doesn't muffle the sound as much as you thought it would. They listen to you pour your heart out in the lyrics of the song you're singing. Sasori has also emerged from his room now, keenly listening. Your piano stops as you utter the next words, tears beginning to drop from your eyes.
“She said, ‘Boy can I tell you a terrible thing? It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks.~” Your voice cracks as the tears flow harder, “Please don't be sad now, I really believe,~” You stand and grab Jimi, throwing the strap over your shoulder as your extra arms shoot out of your sides and through your shirt. The skin patches visible from the v cut of your shirt begin forming mouths as you continue, “you were the greatest..thing that ever happened to me..~” The guys intently listen in, the brief quietness causing them to look between each other.
Almost instantly, guitar riffs begin surging from behind your door as you belt out the next lyrics. Your tears run like rivers from your eyes as you drop to your knees in the middle of the room.
“..I can't bare to see the same happen to you! Now dear, I'm only writing you this because life..~” You wipe your cheeks as the last note rings off of Jimi, “can do terrible things~” You stay in your position on the floor as a tear batch of tears begin to fall. You slide Jimi off your shoulders and gently place it onto your bed. The sobs begin to truly wreck your body now. You jump at a sudden knock on your door. It's soft, but definitely not expected. You stand on shaky legs as you walk up to and open it. Tobi’s mask looking back at you with tears running out of the hole. He quickly wraps his arms around you in a tight hug.
“Oh (y/n)-chan! That was so heartfelt! How could you ever write something so deep?!” He sways you around gently in his arms. His questions coming out in whines as he sets you back onto the ground. You peer behind him to meet the eyes of the others. You wipe your face and look down to the floor.
“I-its actually from a journal my dad k-kept. I-I just turned it i-into a song..” You rub your hand up your arm as you become oddly nervous under the intense gazes. Tobi pats a hand on your shoulder lightly as he giggles.
“It was beautiful! You'll have to tell me all about it.” He says excitedly before turning around and running off down the stairs. You look up at the rest of the guys in front of you. You give them an awkward smile and a small wave.
“S-sorry if I bothered you guys by playing..” Your voice trembles a bit as you back up a little, trying to give yourself enough room to shut your door.
“Don't worry about it dollface. It was beautiful.” Kisame speaks up before your door is fully shut. You pause, looking at him through the crack before shutting the door softly.
After about twenty minutes of thinking on things, you quietly pop open your door. The coast is clear. You step out and close the door behind you. Just as you're passing Kakuzu’s door, it whips open. You freeze up and look up at the man before you. His hair is down and he's without his mask for the first time in front of you. His hair looks beautiful; long and dark similar to Itachi’s.
“You should play for us.” He says abruptly. Your eyes widen at his almost command, “Don't think about it too much.” He adds before shutting his door. You regain movement after getting over the initial shock of his words, heading down to the living room. Tobi, Deidara, and Kisame are all on different parts of the couch watching some sort of action movie on the tv. You jump over the back of the couch, landing next to Kisame and crossing your legs. The large man slaps a hand on your shoulder with a smirk.
“Doing okay dollface?” He asks you, leaning down to be more at your level. You nod and relax into the plush fabric. Tobi hops over and gently takes your hand in his, excitement radiating off of him.
“(y/n)-chan! Can you tell me about the song you were singing?!” His tone is as enthusiastic as ever.
“Yeah! Uh, where to start..” You tap your finger to your chin as you think, “Well, my dad just kept a lot of journals throughout his life. The one that is from is the one he kept up until the day he took his own life..” your eyes drift to the coffee table as you begin to reminisce. The air immediately shifts as you continue, the men around you becoming a little more tense, “That song is actually a page he wrote to me. My mom died of some sort of illness and he really just couldn't live without her.” Your gaze is now on the tv screen, the imagery all fuzzy to your eyes, “I actually watched them both die. I was 8.” You let out a soft chuckle as you look between the men around you. All of them have slight wide eyes like before.
“That's fucked (y/n).” Deidara mutters quietly. You nod a couple times to him. He crosses his arms before continuing, “What did you do after that?” A smirk pulls on your lips.
“I learned how to live on the streets until Jiren found me. After that, well, I think you can guess what life was like.” You cross your arms over your chest as your right eye changes to black. It switches back quickly as you relax into the couch some more. Kisame chuckles next to you and lays an arm across the couch behind you.
“You're a monster like the rest of us dollface.” His gaze is kind, but his grin is wicked and oh so handsome. A shiver runs through you and you fold in on yourself a bit. Kisame gently pulls you into his side which immediately alarms both Tobi and Deidara. You damn near melt at the pleasant warmth radiating from him.
“How come you get to cuddle with (y/n)-chan?! I wanna cuddle with her!” Tobi jumps up with a sad tone in his voice.
“Yeah! You don't get to hog her! Besides, I'm warmer than both of you.” Deidara crosses his arms as he smirks. Tobi turns to him and they soon begin to argue back and forth. Kisame rubs a circle onto your shoulder with his thumb as he chuckles at the display in front of you. Deidara threatens to blow Tobi up before stopping off towards the training room. Tobi scurries upstairs out of sight. It's official, Kisame is your favorite.