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A bowl of shark fin soup ( a Kisame fic) part 1/4

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"Katy, reporting in. Anko, do you hear me?"

The radio was buzzing in her neck. The device was about to succomb to the weather, unable to resist the water that had seeped in it.

"Anko, the target is still missing. Are you sure of your infos?"

"We had heard he would be there." Anko's voice was echoing, barely audible through the static and the plummeting rain.

"Well he wasn't." she sighed, shaking her head to get rid of the water that plastered her hair to her cheeks. "I'm cold, I'm bored, and I'm hungry. I have been chasing a ghost for three extra days and nothing."

Even through the distance she could perfectly picture Anko's face as she heard the sigh, the way she would brush a hand through her hair.

"Okay, let's call this over, our intel was surely off. Come back, Katy. We will try another time."

"I won't travel at night and under this storm, Anko."

"Hoo, poor little kitty cat is afraid of big bad weather?" Anko's voice was teasing but kind. She knew her friend had spent the last days trudging in freezing mud and rain based on information she had given her and the storm that was raging on the country would have stopped many a trained shinobi. "There is an inn a couple miles from where you are. Go spend your night there, we will meet the day after tomorrow, time for you to come back to the village."

"Okay, thanks. And don't worry. We will catch him sooner or later."

"Sure. Be careful, Kitty."

By the time she reached the inn she was drenched with mud sticking to her boots up to the knees and in a foul mood. She loathed being dirty even more than being wet. She didn't mind the cold at all but being in soiled clothes was something she had never stood.
The building was less dingy that she had feared and she entered rapidly, blinking to get used to the barely lit main room.

The barman was looking at her curiously, an interest that may or not be fuelled by the way her wet clothes were sticking to her body, lining the ample curves of a chest made even perkier by the cold.

Katy sniffed the air and grinned.

"Shark fin's soup? Ho yeah, just what I needed. Give me a bowl please, and do you still have rooms?"

Right now, she wanted nothing more than sit next to the blazing fireplace and eat something warm. She paid the man but before going nearer to the chimney she pulled out the picture she had been scrutating those last days.

"You wouldn't have seen this guy lately, sir, by any chance?"

The man shook his head in denegation and she sighed. It would have been too good anyway.
Katy settled near the flames, sighing in delight. She discarded the radio on the table: a fast investigation proved to her that it was down for the count and she hoped it wouldn't be taken down on her salary but hadn't that much illusions. Ibiki wasn't the kind to let such things pass and would surely argue she must have once more taken bad care of her gear. Her wet clothes soon started to steam and the tenant's wife brought her a filled to the brim, smoking bowl of soup along with another one of spiced rice to "kick the cold out" as she put it.

The rice did indeed kick the cold out, it was so hot and spicy she could feel her whole mouth burn, her nose tickling and itching from the amount of curry in the dish.

She heard the door open and close, a brief muttered conversation at the bar and:

"Well, that young woman there too is looking for him, you shall ask her."

She turned , one hand reaching for her belt and the vials but he was already looming above her. Even her thoughts went faint as she took in the man in front of her. She knew him, who didn't anyway in the shinobi world. She was dead. She hadn't a single chance. She was dead, as simple as that. She had never imagined such an outcome but as he stood, seven foot of a powerful frame enhanced by the black and red coat of the Akatsuki, his sword strapped at his back, she understood her fate was sealed.

His small black eyes were boring in hers. He didn't look hostile, merely curious as she was there in front of him, transfixed by his apparition. She made a move to grab a vial but he reacted even faster, one hand shooting out, grabbing her wrist.

Trying to break loose was like trying to break free of iron manacles and they fought silently for supremacy a few seconds until they heard the voice of the innkeeper behind them.

"Is there a problem? If so, take it outside. I don't care if you slaughter each other, but don't wreck my inn."

Low wrathful growls were starting to bubble in Katy's throat and Kisame smiled at hearing this sound of helpless anger. This was interesting. He had accepted this mission just to get away from the constant rain of Amegakure and in this aspect had been disappointed but he hadn't thought he would meet a kunoichi here while tracking his prey, especially not one that had apparently the same goal as he had. So far he hadn't made a lot of progresses and it would be interesting to discover what she knew before taking whatever measures may be necessary. Samehada was quiet at his back, obviously not considering the young woman a threat and he took his decision in a blink.

"How is the soup?"

"What?" She blinked in surprise. Kisame voice wasn't the growl she had been expecting, if she had expected anything at all. It was a low controlled baritone, calm and even a bit amused.

"The soup? How is it?" He hadn't released his grasp on her wrist but wasn't pressing more either, just holding her in this unbreakable trap.

"Ha.. Ha.. I guess, good. Yes, good."

"Perfect." he turned to the innkeeper, grinning toothily at the man who blanched and stepped back. " I will take the same thing as my friend here did and we are going to a room so as to be undisturbed." He turned to her, half leering  half threatening "We wouldn't want to be interrupted while we catch up, isn't it?" Turning again to the innkeeper he motioned for him to take the lead "Show us the way."

Kisame stepped up behind the man, pulling Katy behind him as if she was nothing more than a disobedient toddler: it was follow him or be dragged on the ground so she followed, fury replacing slowly but surely the terror of the first moments. He didn't seem about to kill her right now and as soon as they found themselves alone in the room, she turned to him, snarling and ready to fight for her life.

He pushed her away, teeth bared in a wide feral grin. His mouth was a vision of nightmare, sharp jagged fangs glowing under the light of the lamp and it was echoed by his sword, a clattering, slithering sound that made the small hair at the nape of her neck rise. She backed down, claws sliding out, until she found herself pressed against the wall. Shifting wouldn't do her any good: at such close quarters and so little space to move in, it would be a handicap rather than an advantage.

"Sit."

She remained standing, watching him carefully as he unstrapped Samehada from his back, laying the huge sword against the door, blocking that exit. There was a window on the side but he would surely reach her before she had any chance to jump through it. The room was small, a one and half person bed with a flat mattress, a rickety table and a chair next to it, and another chair, as wobbly looking as the first, on the other side of the bed, next Katy. A half open door revealed a sliver of a diminutive, windowless bathroom.
He didn't comment on her behaviour, instead sitting down to eat, ignoring her pointedly. She was watching him with something akin to morbid fascination, detailing his otherworldly aspect. He had discarded his coat and was in a short sleeved, mesh shirt above dark pants. His hair was sticking out despites being wet, held above his brow by his Kirigakure headband, carved deep with the two lines of the missing nin. His skin was  light blue, not the sickly, blotchy blue of the frozen flesh but an even hue, revealing strong muscles rolling under it.

He was drinking the soup with all apparent signs of enjoyment and caught her eyes above the rim of the bowl.

"What?"

"That's... shark fin soup."

"So?"

"Isn't it like cannibalism for you?"

He laughed. She was there, trapped and alone in this small room with one of the legendary Seven swordsmen of the Mist, one that had gone missing nin and joined the Akatsuki and he was laughing at her.

"I'm as human as you are, stupid girl and I say stupid cause I can see you're about to attack. If you do, Samehada will tear you to shreds, I won't even have to take care of you myself. Now sit. If I wanted to kill you right now you would already be dead."

Still she remained standing, walled in sullen silence as he finished his meal calmly before pushed the bowls away. Even if he had said he didn't intend on kill her now, she was still wary: the difference between then and now was a slim one and she wouldn't go down without a fight.

"What do you know about your target?"

Unlike her he was looking utterly relaxed and had put his sword across his knees, working on the wrappings around the blade. Katy shuddered when she realised the sword was moving like a live being under his fingers, emitting small noises that sounded affectionate, like a dog that enjoyed being scratched.

"What's your name anyway? You obviously know me and I doubt your name is a secret that must be kept at all costs, isn't it?"

He had a point here, and what would it change if she told him her name? It wasn't as if she had any special value to the village, she was nothing but one shinobi among the Konoha throng.

"Katy. Katy Inuzuka."

"Inuzuka?" he lifted his eyebrows in mock interrogation. So many people did this when she claimed her affiliation to the dog clan of Konoha that she didn't rise to the bait, giving her usual answer.

"I'm adopted."

"I'm willing to make a deal with you, Katy Inuzuka. You tell me what you know about him. If your information are interesting to me or if you can be of any help, I let you go alive and unharmed."

"How can I know you're not lying?"

"That's the thing. You can't. You will have to trust me."

Kisame was actually having fun, watching the young woman in front of him, seeing the feverish process of thoughts in her eyes. She was trying to assess her chances, weighting the opportunities to act. She was showing spunk and will, he had to admit and he respected that.

"Not a lot. I had to find him and dispatch him. No need to bring him alive to the village."

"I see. Your informations were that he would be around."

"Like yours or so it seems."

He choose to ignore her flippant answer, and asked her to show the pictures she had of their mutual target. Middle aged, medium height, medium brown hair, medium built: no wonder the guy could had been able to escape everyone until now, he had that kind of face you would forget as soon as you had seen it. As for his capacities, he was a master in earth jutsus and even more dangerous with traps and explosives so approaching him would require stealth and care.

"So, what do you have?"

"I have his scent."

He looked surprised at that and she couldn't restrain a small smile of her own.

"I have his scent. I may not be born Inuzuka but I am a tracker all the same. I was sent there cause I can recognise him by his scent."

In front of Katy, Kisame was looking thoughtful, an expression that slowly shifted to appreciation. She would really be useful after all.

"Then Katy, I think you and I are going to stay a little bit longer together. Help me catch him and then.. You will be free to go."

"Do I even have a choice?" How angry she sounded. Her voice was more a growl than words, low, husky and oddly attractive, a sound that evocated dark things stalking in the night. She was as much a predator as he was but she lacked the experience he had.

"Not really. You help me and you live, or you don't and you die. We have a common goal here so I guess we can put asides our differences and work together toward it."

Katy stood silent for a few seconds. He was right. She hated to admit it but he was right. She was trapped and she loathed it but she had no other options actually than to obey him. Trying to put up a fight was useless. Reluctantly, she nodded, her arms falling on her sides. Better wait and see, for now at least.

"Good. Very good, thank you for you cooperation, Katy." He made a move toward the bed that was between them, hands extended in an invite gesture.

"I leave you the bed. Sleep. We will start at first light tomorrow."

"I won't sleep, who are you trying to kid here!"

"Then if you don't, I will take the bed."

Katy sat on the wobbly chair, eyeing the sword that was still between her and the door. A low, regular sound was rising from it, a weird rumbling sound that was oddly familiar.

"Is it.. snoring?"

"What? Ho, yes. Samehada tends to snore."

"Well shit...."

She had no idea what else to say. The tiredness was coming back as the adrenaline that had been saturating her organism was receding and she could feel the mud sliming her clothes, sliding along her legs.

"Can I at least use the bathroom?"

"By all means do. This is your room after all."

She entered the tiny bathroom and locked the door behind her. It wouldn't stop him a single second if he decided to enter but she needed that illusion of privacy. In the mirror, she could see her face, the skin too pale, the eyes too wide. She looked frightened and felt the same, never since she had been saved by Kiba and her friend her future had looked so daunting.

She took a deep breath, then another, collecting herself. Where there is life, there is hope. Her radio was out of order but she still had her poisons. She was fast. She would manage. She would survive. She discarded her clothes, scraping the mud as best as she could before taking a fast shower. The water was warm and helped her relax minutely. There wasn't any brush but her hair was short enough she could manage it by combing the short strands with her fingers. She checked one last time the contends of her belt: if she was fast enough, she may have a chance but not here, not now. In such a small space using such potent poisons may very well turn against her, so she would have to bid her time.

When she exited the bathroom, her hair still damp from the shower, Kisame looked at her closely. He had guessed she would use this moment to recollect herself and seeing her sit again meekly on the chair but casting a brief, fierce glance at him confirmed what he thought. She wasn't that stupid and had realised she shall follow the flow for now. From the small bathroom swirls of soap scented steam were spreading into the room and it helped him take his decision.

"I will follow your example, Katy. A shower would do me good too. I trust you to not do anything stupid?"

He entered the bathroom and closed the door, not locking it and leaving Katy alone in the room with Samehada. His link with the sentient sword was good enough that he could feel, if not really see, everything that was happening in its vicinity and for now Katy hadn't moved. The cubicle was so small he had troubles entering it and turn under the spray. Sometimes being more than seven foot tall has its disadvantages and this was one. He clambered out of the shower, grabbing a towel when he felt Samehada stir in warning. He reacted instantly, barrelling through the door of the bathroom.

Katy hadn't even tried to get out of the room but the sounds coming from the sword had been titillating her curiosity and she had crawled near, one vial at hand just in case. It would probably be useless to try and poison what was basically just a weapon, but a weapon that purred when scratched and snored was bound to have weaknesses like any living being, at least she hoped so. She extended her hand toward the sword and it leaped at her, its wrapping tearing as something like an enormous, toothy mouth snapped next to her, the pink of an absurdly long tongue visible between the maws that reared at her with a gurgling hiss. Instinct took over and she threw her vial, rolling on the side to avoid the attack and found herself facing Kisame.

He reached for her, intending to grab but she reacted instantly, claws extended and aimed at his face. One swiping move of arm deflected her attack, leaving him with three parallels gouges on the wrist and he backhanded her roughly, sending her asides. The wounds on his arms were already tingling as Kisame felt the poison start to spread and Samehada reacted too, its handle whipping around Katy's left ankle, smalls barbs sprouting from it and digging deep through her clothes. She twisted to escape the two of them, kicking at his legs and he used his size to cannon in her but she grappled at his shoulders and the two of them toppled backward on the bed. He rose above her as she squirmed madly, dodging his fist that exploded a pillow, sending a flurry of feathers in the room whose door opened with a crash, stopping them on the spot.

"I said no fighting in my inn!"

The barman stopped screaming to take in the scene, the young woman under the man wearing nothing but a towel that was sliding down as he stood there looking at him, the feathers gently tumbling down like some fluffy snow and blushed.

"Ho. ho I'm sorry. I hadn't understood you two were... well .. I'm going to leave you, and sorry for the interruption."

He started to close the door but stopped to add.

"You will still owe me for the pillow!"

The door closed and Kisame looked at the young woman under him. She was flushed in anger, chest heaving as she tried to break his hold.

"Let me go! I didn't do anything to it, I just wanted to have a look and it attacked me!"
She trashed some more, her legs pinned under his preventing her from dislodging him but she was starting to feel dizzy, weakening by the second, a  weird hollow feeling of emptiness spreading in the pit of her chest.

"What the...."

Samehada was still clinging to her ankle like some nightmarish leech, absorbing her chakra at an alarming rate and Katy fell back on the bed, feeling herself lose consciousness despites her efforts. The towel that had been cinching Kisame's waist finished to slide down on the bedcover and when she saw what it had been hiding she stopped, eyes widening in shock.

"You've got to be kidding me?"

Those were her last words as she collapsed in a dead faint under Kisame who pulled back warily after a few seconds. At one signal from him Samehada released the young kunoichi and half slided, half crawled to him, the barbs on the handle retracting as he grabbed it. The sword absorbed rapidly the poison that had entered his body through Katy's claws and in exchange poured the chakra of the now unconscious woman in him. Even her energy had a taste of wilderness, spicy and musky.

He pulled up one of her eyelid, briefly wondering if Samehada had over reacted and drained her too much but the pupil contracted under the light, reassuring him: she would wake up the day after with a headache and surely still weak, but she would live. She looked even younger there on the bed, her short damp hair framing a narrow face with high cheekbones, a small nose and a thin lipped mouth whose lips still partly open in a snarl of defiance revealed the glint of sharp teeth. She was lean, muscular but her chest was nonetheless heavy and rounded, showing a deep cleavage. Intrigued, Kisame let his hand rest gently on one of the warm mound: no padding there, only soft yet firm flesh under his fingers. A pinch on the nipple made it harden in reaction, peeking through the fabric while Katy remained unconscious, inert under him. He hadn't had a woman for so long he couldn't even remember precisely when it had been and it was tempting, so terribly tempting. Under the scent of shampoo and soap he could smell her, a raw animal perfume of vitality.

Despites Samehada intervention he was feeling dizzy, light headed. Whatever product she had used for her attack, it had been potent enough for him to feel the after effects. He debated for some time on pushing her off the bed, after all she had been the one to start that mess but in the end, sat to better watch her profile, those sharp lines that weren't beautiful but alluring all the same. His sword at the foot of the narrow bed, he settled next to her to rest.

The headache was pounding so hard at her temples she winced and kept her eye shut. What had she done the day before? For a short, so short moment she had no idea of where she was and what had happened. There was flesh under her hand, taunt with muscles and she smiled faintly, eyes still closed, crawling next to the man in bed with her. Whoever she seemed to have picked, she had done well. She mussed against a powerful frame, taking a deep sniff. Tangy, briny and as invigorating as the sea in the morning when the waves crash at your feet. Not a known smell and she lifted her head, squinting as she opened her eyes to meet a wicked grin revealing a row of sharp fangs.

She screamed and squirmed back, flailing madly, only to land on the floor on her backbone, far from her usual elegance. She somersaulted on her hands and feet only to find herself face to face with Samehada and she backed up against the bed, rapping sharply her head against the wooden frame. Now she remembered.

Kisame hadn't moved from his half propped position: he had spent a good part of the night like this, it was that or have almost two feet of legs dangle for the bed. When she had started to move, slipping from faint to slumber to curl against him his first reaction had been to push her away but he hadn't moved, relishing almost despites himself the warmth of this body pressing against his. In her sleep she had curled on his side like a kitten, relaxed and trusting, something he had never experienced before and found himself appreciating it more than he thought. He had gotten clothed save for his coat and watched her try to compose herself, experimenting the dizziness caused by Samehada preying on her chakra. He knew she would feel weak, light headed and knew also what needed to be done.

"You need to eat if you want to be able to track your target."

Since she didn't answer he rose to his feet before gathering his coat and sword. Samehada bindings had been torn at the end but had held along the blade and he slung her across his back.

"Remember what I told you. Help me, and I let you go. In this state you're not helpful."

"Then let me use the bathroom, fuckface. Sorry if I'm not used to waking up to something like you glaring at me."

Katy knew it was stupid to talk like this but she couldn't help it, it was a defensive reflex for her to turn even ruder than usual when unsettled. She didn't wait to see how he would react before entering the bathroom and turning on the tap of the small sink, splashing her face repeatedly with cold water. It helped calm her, appeasing the raging tension in her. Too much happening, too fast. She wanted to survive so she had to follow his lead some more, she had to bid her time but the idea of him spending the night watching over her was unsettling, disturbing. What disturbed her even more was that in that brief instant before she had opened her eyes and seen him, she had liked the way he smelled, liked the warmth of his strong built against her body. That was the panther part in her, she knew it, always seeking the strongest, more powerful male around in a desperate attempt to have a mate able to give her an offspring but it was deeply humiliating to have this part of her even consider a being like Kisame as a potential partner. Another memory rose to the surface and she gasped. She must have been hallucinated for chakra deprival anyway, it couldn't be...

"Are you done?"

His voice was cold but not angry and she hated him even more for it.

"Sorry, got to wash your stink of me or I won't be able to track anything."

To that Kisame reacted, taking two steps toward her and grabbing her by the scruff of the neck, forcing her to look at him.

"I am not the one that spent the night rolling against you so stop this right now. You don't want to try my patience, specially after yesterday's stunt, am I clear?"

Katy didn't try to struggle, first because she could feeling the phenomenal brute strength in his grip, second because his hold on her, the way his fingers dug into her flesh, was making her panther rise to him and she was doing her very best to hide it, trying to suppress all the signs he might pick.

She nodded, not trusting her voice and stumbled a little when he released her, dropping her back on her feet. This time when he went through the door she followed meekly down the main room of the inn where the owner and his wife were busy catering for the few others persons there. The coffee was horrible and she made a face at the first sip while in front of her Kisame was methodically demolishing a breakfast that would have fed three men for a whole day of labour.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

"Help me find him."

"I got that. I mean, how? Where shall we start?"

"There are a few others spots he may have been seen. You will go and tell me if you can find his trace there."

"I'm supposed to be back in Konoha the day after tomorrow. My friends will worry if I am not back by then and will search for me."

"And they will discover that you last were seen with a member of the Akatsuki, sporting marks of a beating and looking desperate. It won't take long for them to assume I killed you and ditched your body somewhere along the way once I got what I wanted and grew tired of you. They will mourn for some time and they will forget you soon enough."

She sat there, digesting the information along with the muddy coffee. He was testing her visibly, waiting for her to deny or protest and she wouldn't give him this satisfaction. Instead she just smiled, finishing her own meal in a few mouthfuls.

"Then I will find my prey and go back alive to my village and my friends. Not for you, but for me. And if you try to stop me... You will be the one ending up in a ditch."

He roared in laughter, making everything jump on their chairs and turn to them. Much to his defence he found himself appreciating her, this belligerent spirit that refused to be broken, this apparently inexhaustible willpower that allowed her to stand up again and again.

"You're more than welcome to try this, little one, but you shall remember that the shark is the predator here."

"Funny, I thought it was the cat that ate the fish. Shall we go now?"
When Kisame stumbles upon a young Konoha kunoichi sent on an elimination mission for the same target as his, he realises she may be useful to him. Yet the Tailess Bijuu is faithful to his terrible reputation and her stay with him will be rough.


Warning. This fiction will contain abuse, violence, angst, psychological and physical torture as well as some sex scenes in the following parts. You are warned!

This was in the beginning supposed to be a short gift fic requested by my sweet *Su-Kichuya and staring the infamous Kisame Hoshigaki and my Oc Katy Inuzuka.

Well. I got carried away.

This will be longer and denser than expected but I am for once, really, really satisfied with the result.

I don't think I need to introduce you Kisame.

Katy is my Oc. Actually, she is a character from a story I wrote, and I "naruto- fied " her for this one.


She had been found several years back by Kiba, Shino and Hinata near Konoha. They saved her life. Born in the now destroyed Izushiogakure, Katy is linked to cats like the Inuzuka are bound to dogs and it's naturally she ended up adopted by this clan.

She has been trained by Ibiki Morino and is the rookie of a team composed of Anko (team leader) Genma and Kotetsu (team mates). She is a tracking nin, with talents in poisons and seals breaking. She is a tokubetsu jounin.

She is enthusiastic and optimistic, courageous, bold, sociable, energetic, playful but also volatile, impulsive, hot-headed, restless, disobedient, vain, stubborn, promiscuous and let's say it, she isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. :D

Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]


Drawing is a gift by my dear friend *Smyrker
Story is by me, of course, as well as Katy
A small wave and hi! to Kishimoto for Naruto and especially Kisame :)

If you're interested in Katy, here are some more references:
Her story: [link]

Katy Inuzuka
Real birth name:  Shidehara , goes by the name of Katy Inuzuka since she has been adopted by Tsume Inuzuka (Kiba's mother)
Birth date: unknown of her at beginning, later discover it is 14 of April, birth date used is the day she was caught by Kiba and his friends so 9 of June
Age: unknown. When she is found the Hokage thought her younger than she was due to her malnourished state. Approx in the beginning 17/18 years old, middle story 19/20 years old now approw 21/22.
Sexual orientation: heretosexual
Place of birth: near Uzushiogakure
Current place of residence: Konohagakure

Clan informations:

Tsukuineko, panther bloodline (cf the Tsuku


English isn't my first langage so please excuse any mishaps I may have done.


As usual, comments are more than welcome :love:
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I know this has nothing to do with the story but would you happen to have a male version of this character with black hair? I've been looking and searching everywhere to no success