Akatsuki Drabbles

I take in your packages and now I'm suspicious/scared (Kisame)

You had to say something, at least.

Maybe at first, you could have let it go. I mean, there could have been a reason for Kisame buying a hunting knife. It had hunting in the title, after all, so maybe he was into that. He liked fishing, maybe...it's not like you knew him well. You saw him every now and again, exchanging a greeting and a smile, possibly some small talk, but that was about it. True, Kisame had caught your attention considering the colour of his skin and the fact he had gills, but that hadn't exactly made you suspicious of him. If anything, you had always viewed him as the good-looking neighbour that every apartment building somehow had to have. It was just another reason why you hadn't minded taking in his packages if he wasn't around to collect them. You would have done it anyway, but wanting to get to know him only increased your curiosity, and gave you an excuse to knock on his door and talk a little. Not that you had been daring enough to actually open any of them and take a look inside. After all, it wasn't really any of your business, and you didn't have the right to snoop around his things. But it never got rid of your curiosity—especially when you finally found out.

You hadn't done it on purpose. It had gone just like it always did—the mailman knocked on the door, you answered and signed for the package, taking it in to place on the hall table until you knew Kisame was home and you could give it to him. The only thing that was different was that when you placed it down on the table, you noticed the packaging around the box had been torn, leaving the box open a bit. Though at first you had tried to dismiss it, discerning that it had torn during its shipping and walking onwards down the hallway, you stopped a few paces later, unable to fully walk away. Nibbling the inside of your lip as you debated the situation, you couldn't help but repeatedly glance behind you at the package sitting on the table. This was your chance. It's not like you'd have to rip open the package to see inside, and it wasn't fully open. You were blameless in all of this—it wasn't your fault it had torn, and if the opportunity was in front of you...you could just take a little peek. If you weren't about to talk to Kisame to get to know him—though you wished you could, if it wasn't for your nerves—then this might give you a bit more insight into his life.

Pacing back and forth past the package, in the end, you couldn't hold yourself back, and had gently lifted the lid as much as you could to look inside. What you had been expecting, you weren't sure, but regardless, the hunting knife had been a surprise. Still, you had accepted it, gathering Kisame had his reasons. It was a while until any other packages arrived, but when it did, you instantly noticed the logo on the box—whatever this was, it was the same company. Only when you thought about it, most of the packages Kisame bought were from this company, and you couldn't dismiss the knowledge as easily as you had the first time. Though it didn't necessarily mean the company only sold hunting knives, when you had checked it out, it turned out you were partially right. They didn't just sell hunting knives—there were plenty of other weapons along with it. Unsure whether to be worried or not when Kisame was such a sweet guy, when the next package came, and you heard Kisame get home, you gave in. You had to say something, and as such, you had to come up with an excuse as to how you'd found out.

Coming up with one a moment later, you picked up the box and tore open the packaging—more than the other package had been, but not the whole way. This time it was an actual sword, but shaking it off, you focused on the task at hand. At least now it wouldn't look like you'd opened it on purpose—it had been a fault of the shipping company, that's all. So, taking a deep breath, you left your apartment and crossed the hallway, gathering your courage to knock gently on his door, unable to not smile as he opened the door and grinned down at you. Even if he was ordering deadly weapons and about a foot taller than you, you never felt in danger around him, allowing you to hand over the box, speaking up as you did so,

"The packaging must have got torn during shipping again—sorry."

"Don't worry about it—it's not your fault, (y/n)." he replied simply, but knowing what you had to do, you forced yourself to add,

"But, uh...when I took it inside, the sword almost fell out of the box. You buy a lot of stuff from this company. Are they all deadly weapons?"