And if he found out this was any one person's fault he was going to fillet them. And cook them. And feed them to the fishes. Then catch the fish, make a soup, and feed that to the dogs, which he'd then kill and let get eatten by FLIES-
.... Kisame noted his current chain of vengance involved a lot of eatting and poure dhimself a beer.
There was brain matter on the floor. Little dried. There was Ehmoi's blood. There was the tang of gunpowder in the air.
Ehmoi was still upstairs but not talking. Or clean.
Kisame'd scrubbed him down already. STuck him in the basement room.
He hadn't been able to FIND Grayson. The rune's just, sorta SPUN. He hated that, hated that. It didn't automatically mean Grayson was dead... The rune was on his SKIN. Getting the rune off would take more than a human body could take.
Even a human like Grayson.
Who he couldn't locate.
Kisame sighed. All the food was bad now too. He'd have to go to the market. And he'd somehow missed the first typhoon, so everythign was trashed, big holes in the roof...
No Grayson to patch them.
Duo'd fucked off.
Kakashi was gone.
Itachi was.
... Oh god Itachi was going to kill him. And he couldn't even account for the time!
And some dog was sculking around out back. He could smell it. Not there RIGHT now but had been by.
At least no one had been stupid enough to LOOT the place. A broken bottle but that was it. Trashed chairs.
Kisame rubbed his neck. He sorta knew where Raidou was. Apparently Raidou and his lover were trying to get married by a representative of EVER. RELIGION. EVER.
Oh well. So it was back to just a bar. Ahh well.
Kisame sighed. He felt tired, and drained. His hands hurt. His back hurt.
He was worried and refusing to cop to it. At least there was Kim-chee and beef jerky.
Whaaat the fuck. He collected mutts. Kisame dumped a few handfuls of jerky on the rock next to the water pump.