Nikushimi

CONTINUING THIS ARING I???? Yeah, a man's willpower>tragic chapter deletion. I'MMA WRITIN' IT AGEN:


Chapter 3: Irate Business


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White tufts curled upwards and dispersed as the misty forest floor was disturbed by footsteps. The dark, silent figure of Hoshigaki Kisame loomed like a phantom through the mist, living up to his nickname. He was surrounded on all sides by the sounds of nocturnal creatures. They seemed curious and perhaps even ecstatic of their guest, but none dared approach him. They knew a true animal when they saw one.

Eventually, the wandering spectre made it to a clearing, wherein lay a small community of buildings. In true Kirigakure-style, they were suspended off the ground by a network of cables and built partially into the surrounding trees, accessible only via staircases curving around their sides. Their roofs were conical and wooden pathways skirted their sides. Like most of these structures, they were open and relied on their height to give privacy rather than walls. Because of this, it was easy to see the bright lights coming from within the largest of the structures and to hear the noises of merriment flooding out along with them. The sounds of laughter and joy echoed endlessly through the forest, and these were picked up by any passing ear; in volume and in timbre, this commotion stood out. A party, perhaps? This would make a suitable rest-stop.

When the lone drifter finally reached the raised platform, he stood in the open before a drunken congregation of dancing and fraternizing civilians alike. The festivities seemed to be in full swing, and partygoers were either dancing or enjoying something to eat. For a while, Kisame stopped and stared silently out into the room, though it didn't take long before a man approached him.

"Hello there!" the young man said warmly, dressed in some form of bartending attire, "Welcome to Kasumigetsu, the greatest bar this side of the Water Country! My dad runs the joint, but I do most of the work around here. So if there's anything you need, I'll be happy to get it for you."

Kisame gave no response at first. His hard gaze was fixed aimlessly towards the center of the room, trying to take it all in, perhaps reconsidering his decision to come here in the first place. When he was satisfied with his examination, he finally turned his eyes on the bartender's son, his neck cracking as he did so.

"My apologies." he said, giving a subtle yet genuine bow out of respect, "I have been on the road for quite some time, and I've had a rough night. Some hot tea would be much appreciated."

"You got it!" the assistant manager replied cheerfully, gesturing towards the room, "Please, have a seat. I'll be back with your tea shortly."

As the man hurried off, Kisame turned his critical stare back into the crowd, and with great apprehension, forced one foot in front of the other. Clad in full Mist Jounin gear, the demon shark tread lightly across the wooden floor, maneuvering around the various drunken obstacles in his path. When he finally made it to an empty table, he sat down and rested Samehada beside him on the bench. The tables themselves were made of a fine, yellow wood, and were set into pits in the floor. The inner walls of the pit were lined with cushions to provide seating, making it almost like a booth. Where a man to look over his shoulder at such a table, his gaze would perhaps meet the knee of some passer-by. It was actually quite the cozy setup, he had to admit. It didn't take much to get his mind off of a triple-digit kill, and this fit the bill quite nicely. With a groan of exhaustion, the blue-skinned swordsman stretched both arms out over the top of the seat, kicking his legs up onto the table and laying back with his eyes closed.

All of a sudden, something plopped into his lap. A butt? Strangely enough, a long-haired brunette woman in a short blue dress seemed to have made herself quite comfortable atop him. She turned over her shoulder and began stroking his face with her hands, wriggling into him a little more. He shot her a glare, but she smiled coyly and winked back at him. Apparently, she didn't understand the nature of that gesture. It was his token gesture of agitation, and for some reason beyond any cruel joke of heaven or hell, it was rarely received as such. No one ever caught on to the warning signs. The poor fools.

"Hey, baby." the woman said, leaning in closer and putting her lips together as if to kiss him, "You look tense. I can help you relax a little more if you like."

"Get off of me." he ordered, as calm, terse, and lucid as he could be.

"Awww, don't be like that..." she whined, milking her performance a little more than she should have, "C'mon, let's have some fun."

"I said get off, you whore."

The woman sat upright, her shoulders rising and her back stiffening as she shot him an offended look. Apparently, she didn't like that last comment.

"Hey, watch your mouth, you big freak!"

"That certainly changed fast, didn't it?" he remarked, half-teasing and half-annoyed out of his mind, "Now get off of me before I throw you off."

"There a problem here?"

Kisame inched his head around. Sure enough, behind him stood a man- a man, behind whom stood three other men. One of them was bald, another had spiky brown hair with a bald spot in the front, and another had neatly-combed black hair. The one in front had blond hair slicked back, and his face was more slender than the others. He also appeared to be a bit older. All wore black business suits and sunglasses and bore a cigarette in either their hands or their mouths. They also didn't appear to be too happy.

"Who the hell are you?" Kisame growled apathetically, not actually interested in getting an answer.

"The name's 'Kurotatsu.'" the blond man said through clenched teeth as he removed his cigarette, "This lady here is offerin' you her 'services', chief. Why don'tcha let loose a little and let her do her thing for ya, eh, chief?"

"I already said 'no.' Now hit the road."

Fed up with the discussion, Kisame turned back and pursued the option of ignoring them until they left. Unfortunately, these sort of things rarely ended in such a simple manner, and this instance was no exception. No sooner had the sharp-toothed assassin turned away than all four of them had drawn swords against him, the cold tips pressed against the bare back of his neck. He made neither movement nor sound in response to this, and instead waited patiently. The woman on his lap unconsciously tightened her grip on his clothing out of fear, burying herself a little more into his chest.

"You must be new around here, chief." Kurotatsu snarled, bending over a little to speak more on Kisame's level, "We're with the Gato Shipping Industry. We're well-off men with connections to people that can really make you scream, and not the way this little whore is trained to."

The woman cringed angrily. There was that word again. Kisame merely kept silent for a little longer.

"We're providing you a service here, chief." the bully continued, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing a puff around to the shark-man's face, "Our prices are reasonable. You're spitting on charity here, chief, and we don't tolerate it when people spit on our charity."

By now, the whole room was silent. No one dared speak. No one dared move. Apparently, this group of indignant little children had some sort of higher status around these parts. For some equally-odd reason, this whole unpleasant situation seemed to be a kind of spectacle for the surrounding onlookers. Kisame couldn't understand why. This was not a spectacle to him. This was merely an itch that needed to be scratched.

"...First your ribs, and then your spine." the blue behemoth muttered ominously, his tone calm yet foreboding.

"...'The fuck does that mean?"

Kurotatsu waited for an answer. He waited, but it never came. Sick of being ignored, the enraged thug thrust his blade towards the warrior's neck. It was the last mistake he would ever make in life.

-crunch-

The broad side of Samehada stoved in Kurotatsu's abdomen, reducing the width of his midsection to mere inches as blood and other bodily fluids gushed in a torrent from every viable oriface on his body. Bloody bone fragments ripped out of forced openings in his chest. His mangled form was lifted from the ground and sent flailing through the air, ending its grizzly voyage some twenty feet away, snapping at a ninety-degree angle over the counter at the far end of the bar. The three remaining men could only gape in silent horror as his ragged corpse crumpled to the floor, leaking a scarlet river out into the center of the room. The bald thug was unfortunate enough to be within striking distance at the time, and for no other reason than the simple fact that he could, Kisame brought Samehada crashing down upon his head. The man's skull crunched down onto his spinal column and shattered the vertebrae as it dropped. Soon, he too fell. Another crimson puddle began to form under the fresh pile of lifeless meat, and Kisame casually placed his instrument back on the seat beside him. The two remaining thugs emptied their stomachs on the floor behind him, having witnessed the brutal deaths of their two friends transpire in mere seconds. Instinct finally kicked in, and they bolted out of the bar like madmen.

"Idiots." the Mist Jounin snarled listlessly, "As if I give a damn about their petty delivery service."

The swordsman blinked, finding that the young woman was still sitting on him. She was pale as a ghost, glistening with sweat, and frozen like a deer in the headlights. This God damn broad... She was a slow learner.

"Oy, woman..." he said, trying to snap her out of her trance, "Get off of me, right now."

To his confusion, the woman dove in and began kissing him madly. He recoiled in shock and managed to pry her away, but she only took a moment to catch her breath before moving in again.

"You can have me, for free." she said, closing her eyes and blushing a little, "Those guys... They abducted me from my village, same as the other girls. I didn't want to do this sort of thing, but... Oh, but now, thanks to you..."

Her words died away into whispers and she moved closer, her hands suddenly taking a sharp dive. Either she was going for his pants, or she had dropped something. Nope, definitely the pants. But before she could pursue her journey further, Kisame hoisted her into the air with one arm. In the same motion, his powerful blue limb flung her like a wet rag clear out of the bar and into the open night air. Her screams faded into the distance before being silence by a chorus of snapping twigs. Sic sempur whorus; The Kisame doesn't need that shit.

Standing up amidst the gore and stupefication of the observing crowd, Kisame casually picked up his blade and headed for the exit. His peace of mind had been disturbed. His chance at a quiet night had been ruined. This was no longer a place for him to rest himself. No one dared say a word to him as he made his way. No one dared come near him, or even come too close to making eye-contact with him. Rather, he was allowed to stroll out, no questions, no reactions. Still, as is the way of the world, the ending doesn't always come when one wants it to.

"Oh, hey!" shouted the young bartender, rushing over with a cup of steaming tea, "Here, sorry about that. We were out of tea, so I had to go down to the storage room to fetch some.

"Thank you." he grunted in return, handing over some money in exchange for his drink, "Sorry about the mess."

"Ha ha, what mess?" the man snickered ignorantly, turning around to face the room, "Where is it? I'll clean it up no pro-"

Two dead bodies. A pool of collective human essence in the middle of the room. Pieces of people wrenched and contorted out of shape. This mosaic of unspeakable gore was like an icy shock to the nevous system. The site of it was crippling. The involuntary twitching of various muscles giggling around the pulpy remnants of flesh made one's stomach turn. Finally, the order of nature was fullfilled, and the bar errupted into a fit of howling. The bargoers whipped themselves into a panic like a herd of provoked cattle, stampeding over eachother and overturning furniture. The young man who worked the bar turned back with hot tears streaming down his cheeks, hoping to get an explanation for such a nightmarish scene. But to his surprise, Kisame was gone. The only remains of his prescence- other than the carnage and wholesale slaughter he had wrought -was a pair of sandal marks in the polished wood floor. The direction of the prints was straight. Could he be heading West...?

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Later on, somewhere far away, a larger structure stood alone in the midst of the dark forest, similar to those in the town. Within could be heard screams and the sounds miscellaneous furniture being broken. The two men who had escaped from the bar earlier crashed to the floor. The room around them was in shambles, and they themselves were beaten quite severely. Footsteps approached them from across the room, accompanied by the sound of a cane tapping on stone tile. It was a short man, dressed in a black suit, with unkempt gray hair and a pair of sunglasses with circular lenses. A slender mustache curled over his mouth as he snarled, kicking the black-haired thug in the stomach. Five other men in suits stood around, watching.

"You dumbasses! You get two of my men killed, you run away like wimps in front of everyone, and you don't even get the bastard's name?!"

"B-Boss Gato..." the brown-haired one stammered, trying to sit up a little, "We told'ja, he was a big guy, with blue skin. And he had one o' them giant swords, only it was real thick, and covered in bandages."

The thug cringed as a kick met him in the gut, causing him to roll over to his other side and curl up. Gato stood over him with a disgusted look on his face, tapping his back with the tip of his cane and yelling at him with each prodding motion.

"So all you get me is the description of some freak. Still no name! And what else do you give me? A heaping helping of disrespect from the common people! If they see you dogs getting thrashed around like this, what the hell do you think they're going to think about me?!"

The enraged little man turned away, growling as he walked over to the five other men. He stopped just short of passing them, holding his cane out and gesturing to the two men laying on the ground.

"Kill them." he ordered, showing no emotion in either his tone or actions.

The men nodded and rushed forward. Gato ignored the sounds of the ensuing struggle, as if it weren't even happening, and strolled off in casual silence. He made his way to the edge of the structure and began the long descent down the main staircase, his cane tapping against each step as he went. Within his beady, merciless eyes, a desire for revenge was brewing.

"No one crosses me and gets away with it..."



<To be continued.>

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WombatKombat

Hahahah, read your gas Chamber topic. Nearly happened to me earlier while I was writing up some PLs for Bleach, lol. Glad I clicked all those damn spoilers in the end tho, ya bastard! Anyways, I've read some of your fanfiction before, you are one good writer!

The chapter there was very well written, quite short, but whatever. Love the detail about the bar and the surronding atmosphere. Was a bit suprised about nobody's reaction to Kisame, he is a big shark-man after all! Nice how you implemented the Gato henchmen and their ''services''. Personally, I would've thought Kisame would be a tad more polite to the ''whore'', as he was to the barman's son. Homosexual, perhaps? Well done, continue on....

Nikushimi

1. You've read my fics before? Dude, who are you? A returning member? o_O

2. I said not to read it yet. -_-;

3. All the lack of description/grammar errors will be taken care of once I finish and proofread it. I'm also not finished, sooo...don't call it "short." This is why I said not to look at it yet. >:/

4. The whore "got all up in his grill" and didn't know when to leave. Something good happens to her, you'll see. =D

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Nikushimi

Eh. It's finished now. I did the best I could to recreate it, but...nothing's ever as good as the first time. ;__;

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ultra_blade

That was an awesome chapter, but somehow I just knew those guys worked for Gato, I don't know why but yeah. I love Kisame and your description is like uber awesome. Everything was really cool, I can't wait for the next chapter please don't make us wait for so long.

Fired Arson

Lol, is this that fanfic that fucked you when you lost that chapter youwrote and bitched about it?

Nikushimi

Yes. >_>

Comment on it. Critique it. Be as brutal as (in)humanly possible, so that I may know never to make the same mistakes again. EVER.

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Skrrp

Pratchett uses more than one, but as he says, it is clear sign of an insane mind (on the part of the character that uses them).

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