Stranger things have happened.....or maybe not.

Mission turned vacation?

"What you and Hidan aren't buddy buddy." Sakura rolled her eyes with sarcasm lacing her voice.

"He's an interesting guy." Kisame retorted.

"No he's an annoying, immature sore loser thats what he is," Sakura said with a laugh.

"Yeah exactly." Kisame started doing the signs for his teleportation jutsu as Sakura walked closer to him. Sakura braced herself for the void of air that she was about to encounter. Sure the teleportation was the best way to get around, however that didn't mean she liked using it. Hence the reason she walked or ran as much as she could. The air around her disappeared and she was soon enveloped in darkness. After a second or two the darkness faded putting them in the middle of a muddy path. It was pouring down rain and the wind savagely whipped across the trees and people that had been unfortunate enough not to be inside. Sakura looked around and realized they were now in Ame. Sakura felt the rain soak her hood and let s ghost of a smile appear on her face. She flipped the hood off of her head and let the rain soak her pink locks. Sighing in content as the liquid ran down her hair and face,

"I love the rain," Sakura said quietly to herself. Kisame glanced at her with a small blush on his face. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, Konan was a close second. "I wonder how old she even is?" Kisame wondered to himself his gaze lingering on her a moment more.

"Alright kid the base is this way." Kisame walked toward the big building in the center of town.

"I am pretty sure we already went over this fish face, stop calling me kid I have a name." Sakura glared at him.

"I call anyone who is younger than me kid, well except for Itachi he would probably slice my throat in my sleep if I did," Kisame said with a nervous laugh.

"I wouldn't doubt it, but how old are you?" Sakura asked curiously. Kisame looked at her and then looked up to the sky in thought letting the rain hit his cheeks. He looked back at Sakura with a sheepish grin on his face.

"I'd say thirty eight." Kisame looked back toward their destination and waited for Sakura to reply.

"Hmm then if we are going with technicalities you are not that much older than me." Sakura calculated in her head about what age she was, which technically if she added the age she died in her timeline which was twentyfour. As well as the age she was now which was, lets say thirteen than she would be about thirty seven.

"You are one year older than me." Sakura smiled at him putting her hand behind her back. Inside kisame was grateful that she wasn't the age he'd thought she was, if she was that would make the thoughts he had about her pedofilic.

"Hmm interesting, you seem to be younger." Kisame commented.

"Thats because most people seem not to look past appearances, even if they are ninja that were taught to not take anyone lightly." Sakura glanced at Kisame with a thoughtful look. "Even so I'm sure you've had enough of the people that judge based on appearance, now don't take this the wrong way but I'm sure you have had a lot of people run away at the sight of you because of your appearance, I mean you look like a big terrifying muscled fish man. The Akatsuki cloak adding onto it doesn't do anything in your favor either," Sakura said looking him up and down.

"Gee thanks, that makes me feel great squirt," Kisame said sarcastically.

"Hey if it makes you feel any better I think your pretty hot." Sakura grinned at him. Kisame turned his head to hide the purple blush that made it's way to his face. They both looked forward at the double doors that stood in front of them.

"Well I hope you're ready to meet the most insane people you will probably even encounter," Kisame said with a smile.

"Oh you'd be surprised what insane people I've encountered," Sakura said her mind going back to Akuma. Kisame opened the doors and led Sakura into the Kage's building. In the front there was a desk with a secretary sitting behind. Now that Sakura did a double take the secretary looked rather familiar. Sakura glanced at the name plate and her jaw dropped. The women looked up from what she was doing to greet whoever came in and her eyes widened and she dropped the papers she was holding. Her and Sakura's eyes met and they stared at eachother before both running toward each other.