[ON HIATUS] Player #003 | Naruto

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<Before you begin, Management would like to thank shadownumera from fanfiction.net. Their story, Clearing Mist, was the inspiration for this section.>

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"Your hair," you respond. You walk over to him, plopping down in the seat next to him. "It's so cool. I've always wanted my hair to stick up like that, ya know? But if that happened, it would look really weird on me, 'cuz I have longer hair than you do. Can you imagine that? My hair, just sticking straight up! Still, your hair is so cool. Can I touch it?"

You blink expectantly as the boy stares at you in surprise, mouth slightly ajar to reveal sharp teeth. Your eyes instantly zero in on them. "Oooh! Your teeth are pointy! I bet it would really hurt if you bit one of your enemies. That's a really great weapon, ya know! If anyone tries to kidnap you, you could try biting through the ropes! Unless, of course, they use ninja wire. In that case, don't try to bite through the ropes. That would hurt, and I bet your dentist wouldn't be pleased. Oh! Did you know that he Seven Swordsmen of the Mist have sharp teeth too?! They're so cool! Maybe you'll become one of them when you grow up. I bet you would be a kick*ss swordsman."

He blinks, completely lost as his brain tries to catch up to your onslaught of words. You laugh sheepishly, rubbing the back of your head. "Yeah. . . sorry. I tend to ramble a lot."

". . . Why would I. . . be. . . kidnapped?" His brain is on autopilot now. You hope you didn't break him.

"I dunno. Random reasons? Because of your apparent awesomeness?" You gasp suddenly as a new idea occurs to you. "Oh no! What if the kidnappers brainwash you to become really loyal to them, and then you would think that all mist ninja were your enemy?! Actually, is brainwashing even possible? What if it is? I- mmph!" He slaps a hand over your mouth, holding up his other hand in a universal "stop" sign. You shut up, getting the hint. His eyes are glazed over as he struggles to process everything.

"No. . . you cannot touch my hair. . ."

You pout. "Pleeaaase?"

He glares at you. "No."

Your pout deepens. "Fine. My name's Sukachi Ai. What's yours?"

He stares at you, his gaze contemplating, before finally saying, "Kisame Hoshigaki."

Then the door slides open and the instructor walks in.

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"Can we train together?"

Kisame levels a flat stare at you. "Why?"

"'Cause you seem like a good person to train with. Plus, you're awesome, adorable, se-"

He holds up a hand, stopping you where you are. "Fine."

You squeal with joy.

Kisame's lips curl into a vicious smile. "However, I'm not going easy on you."

You pause, wondering if you've made the right decision.

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"That was overkill!" You cry from your position on the ground. Kisame removes a pole that's passing for a sword from your neck. Your pole is lying about eight feet away, and you yourself are covered in bruises.

"You'd be dead ten times by now, if we were using real swords."

"Yeah, well, swords just aren't my thing. I'd much rather use my fists." His eyebrows shoot up as he considers the possibilities.