Kisame Hoshigaki (not_sharkman) wrote in hannibals_hotel, @ 2009-05-07 00:20:00 |
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Current mood: | aggravated |
Current music: | Tim and Eric: Awesome Show, Great Job (My eyes burn nao. DX) |
Entry tags: | !complete, !entry post, hook, kisame hoshigaki |
Return to the Water ((This has been edited a thousand times, seems like. :[))
Who: Kisame and OPEN
What: He's arrived, and Sharky Kisame isn't too happy.
Where: Ouside of the hotel, then the lobby.
When: About 8 AM Today.
Summ: Basically, Kisame is about to fight Madara Uchiha, when the hotel intervenes. Kind of. (Kind of in the fact that Kis-kun is on the drive-way of the hotel, not inside. And it starts to rain.)
Sometimes, it just wasn't your day. Granted, it was fun, but Kisame Hoshigaki had a feeling something bad would happen. But, then again, he couldn't help but be excited. Giddy, even, at the thought of fighting Madara. perhaps Kisame was a little too trigger happy when it came down to it, even if his instincts told Kisame that he was going to die. Even Samehada whispered it to him in its own way. After all, Madara was probably the reason that Akatsuki members died off; it was stupid to think that they died of natural causes or on missions. No, Akatsuki members were strong, it'd take a Hokage or Kirakage (Kazekage, etc.) to kill one, and that was a big maybe.
However, he wasn't going to back down from this fight (like he could if he truly desired to do so). Kisame knew too much now; he was a liability. Heh. Looks like I'm going to die. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. Kisame's grin echoed a sharks, but turned upwards. Just exactly how he would have liked to die; fighting.
Samehada tore away from its bandaged state, the scales visible now, sharp like the teeth of a shark, with all of the ferocity to match. Kisame's right hand gripped Samehada's handle with certainty. You ready, Samehada? He asked mentally, even though he knew that sword was itching to fight.
The grin widened even further (was it possible?), and Kisame stepped forward, ready to swing the blade with all of his might, not watching his surroundings for a brief second as he did so.
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Plip. Plip, plip plip.
It began to sprinkle, then became a fairly heavy downpour, every drop either hit or surrounded Kisame (He assumed, there was no proof of it, of course). Which made Kisame break off of what he was focusing on previously.
There was asphault underneath his blue sandles, not a room. More so, there wasn't a certain Madara Uchiha in front of him, ready to strike for the kill, like some other beast besides a shark. Maybe a demon? but a large inn of some sort. Not that it mattered to Kisame what it was. The damn thing was interfering with his fight, and that wouldn't do at all. He would get back home. NOW. And die kill Madara Uchiha with every ounce of chakra Kisame had left in his body.
With only a few steps, he had enough reach to swing Samehada at the double doors, which Samehada gleefully tore through, leaving only wooden shards and ribbons of what used to be doors at his feet or in front of him. To burn off more frustration, Kisame hacked and hacked away at the doors until they were practically sawdust (it wasn't enough, unfortunately, so the doorknobs were victims of his anger/frustrations until they were hardly recognizable).
He stepped inside after he was finished with both the doors, hinges, and nobs (and whatever else was part of the doors), Samehada rested on Kisame's shoulder, ready to attack if some unfortunate soul were to appear under his battle-hungry eyes.