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Kisame wondered, then, if this was it. If this was just a place one went to after death.

Because surely he was dead. Oh, yes, he'd made sure of that. And yet...strangely enough, he was in tact, and Samehada was on his back like it had never left. He reached back to rest a hand on the sword, but then the sky caught his attention. Slowly, he lowered his hand to his side.

But Kisame didn't often care about beautiful things. Such was the case now, for his attention had turned to the buildings around him, and he realized he was in a completely unfamiliar area.

"...what the hell?"
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Kisame is standing next to the fire, just enjoying the warmth and the light. It's been a pleasant sort of thing to see all week long, just like the rest of the festival. He generally ignores people who step up to toss things into the flames. And he doesn't add anything himself. He had sort of toyed with the idea of making a wish back when the thing was first lit, just for kicks, but he hasn't been able to think of anything. And as for regrets, he has none.

So he's just relaxing--a tall man standing with his hands in his pockets, not so recognizable as a member of Akatsuki unless you get close enough to notice his strange features.
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It was the sharks' teeth and then--nothing, for a while after that. A stirring, silent darkness. The kind that is found fathoms down beneath the surface of the sea. Or at least that was how Kisame remembered it, when he woke up on the side of the cliff. He took a deep breath, stood and surveyed his surroundings. Huh. Not exactly what he expected being dead to feel like. But then, was he dead? He looked down at his own hands, clenching them into fists. No. Alive, and whole. How strange.

He got down from the cliffs and spent the next few days exploring the town and the land around it. It was interesting. Not like anywhere else he had ever been, exactly. But then, Kisame liked new places, new experiences. He rented a room for the sake of convenience, but spent most of his time meandering. Venturing a long way out from the town and coming back, and venturing out again. Where was this? Not Mist, not Leaf. Not anywhere familiar.

Being alive was a lucky break. But, he thought, what now?

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One Long Mission, the Naruto dressing room.

January 2014

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