Okay, that was Duo tucked away, out of sight, outta mind. Him and the hybrid.
Hopefully they wouldn't kill each other. And by kill each other, he meant hopefully Duo wouldn't kill the kid.
That left him with a few options for the morning.
He could, go into town and restock the bar...
He could go into the other basement and clean out the dead bodies...
He could go tell Itachi why it'd taken him so long to tell the man what was up.
Kisame thought about those options.
Itachi. Would not be pleased with him. Retrieving a friend or lover while sick and getting chewed on was one thing. Kisame was certain Itachi wouldn't get bent out of shape over that.
Spending the first night back on suicide watch?
That'd earn him a pile of catty comments. A large pile.
Spending the second night getting Grayson drunk, having sex, then going on a nature hike? All without quite finding the time to send off a note?
Kisame wasn't sure what that'd earn him. He'd never done that before.
He didn't really want to think about his action and the possible ramifications right now. He decided to start with the bodies.
Most of them were pretty much, dried out. Just the bones.He didn't know what was eating the flesh off them, and he wasn't sure he wanted too, but there was surprisingly little stench.
Not something he'd have expected from a mass grave. He wrinkled his nose at the walls and started to haul corpses out by the ankles. Like sticks wrapped in burlap, clatter clatter up the steps.
Now, to decide if he should burn them, bury them, or lob them into the sea...