Kisame watched his partner move one step out in the clearing, then another, and another after that, until he was standing under the pouring rain, eyes closed to the grey sky, as if the rain could wash away his sins.
The intense smell of wet soil saturated the air, invisible crows called each other from the top of the woods. Then, in a second, the woman of Amekagure was there, because with the rain, you couldn't hear her coming. And she always came with the rain.
Her, her weird healing that tasted better than drugs, and the vague smile that was marred by nothing.
Kakashi hummed, then dipped his hashi into the ramen.
"It's been raining since you arrived here. Shame you hadn't had the chance to properly enjoy Konoha yet."
She shook her head, stirring her meal and watching the naruto spin in the broth.
"I don't mind the rain. It often rains where I come from, so it feels familiar. Safe even."
"Still," Kakashi shrugged "One should not forget the sun."
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.