[log] I will remember you, will you remember me?

[seeingeyeshark]

Who: Kisame Hoshigaki, Uchiha Itachi
Status: Closed
Style: Past tense, third person
Where/When: Wave Country, about a half hour after Itachi's first dream in Kannagara.
Warnings: Confusion and leaping to conclusions? I don't know.

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[seeingeyeshark]

It was a nice place, Kisame thought, even deserted like this; he'd rarely had any occasion to visit Wave Country before. Before, it had just been one more stop between Water Country and the mainland, a convenient place to get supplies and take a breather between legs of a sea trip. A few years ago, it had been a poor enough place to lurk relatively unnoticed and buy some things cheaply; lately, it was well on its way to regaining its prosperity again. Now....

Now, it was the place he had to go if he ever wanted to visit Zabuza or Haku again. If he didn't have so much respect for the dead, he would have unearthed the pair straight away and brought them back to Water Country for a proper re-burial, missing-nin status be damned--it was almost insulting that they should be interred so far from home. But then, it had been civilians and Leaf-nins who had done it.... One just couldn't expect them to understand the pride of the Mist.

Kisame hardly stirred as he sensed Itachi's chakra closing in on him, easily able to recognize the fire-shadow-tranquil-water feel of Itachi's chakra, dancing to the pulse of his heartbeat. It ebbed and flowed over him like blood and warmth and ocean tides, and everything familiar; there was no need to be at all concerned by the soft sound of footsteps approaching. On his back and in the back of his mind, Kisame felt-heard Samehada purr a low approval as Itachi came into view. He gave the bandaged sword an affectionate, absent-minded pat, sitting up and offering his partner a smile as his chakra withdrew back under the heavy shroud of his control.

His own eyes swept over the younger man in a return assessment; neither of them, it seemed, had fared too poorly at all in this place. Not even sporting a single misplaced round of bandages to suggest a spar or poor practice session.... Heh, that was a relief. Kisame moved to stand, sweeping off his hat and dropping it on the stone he had been resting on; there was no need to hide themselves when it was only the two of them around. "Itachi-san. How have you been faring?" Perhaps it was a bit of a loaded question; they both knew Itachi had been living in Konoha, and they both knew what dangerous territory that must be for a rogue to try and live in. That Itachi appeared entirely unharmed was noteworthy, in that regard. And 'how', after all, could just as easily be inquiring after methods, as to Itachi's general condition....