[ Whether staying in one place is "good" or not is something Kisame has yet to decide. There is a part of him that longs for such a thing — to find a quiet place where he can attain inner peace. But that world has yet to be created. There is still so much left to do, so many obstacles to overcome. He would rather do so quickly so that he can rest, but he recognizes that such thinking is unrealistic; Itachi pointed out as much.
Then again, those obstacles don't exist in this place. Is there anything preventing him from resting? Could he truly do so in such a place as this? Could the lack of constant travel be a "good" thing?
He allows those thoughts to simmer in the back of his mind as they walk arm-in-arm through a city both familiar and unfamiliar. When Shinobu speaks, it takes a half-second before he answers — a minimal distraction, but a distraction nonetheless. ]
Ah, so it does. [ Look promising, that is. ] I'm rather fond of kobucha, myself. The land where I was born was an island nation, so it was readily available.
[ "The land where I was born," not "my homeland." It's a deliberate turn of phrase, a way of distancing himself from the village and country he left behind. ]
[ the wording is deliberate; she has come to realize that kisame never does anything without purpose, and naturally it would extend to his speech as well. it fits, given what she knows of him, though not for the first time she wonders what happened to him in the past. she had lost so much in her life, but she was fortunate enough to have had her sisters and the girls at the estate. she would not and could not abandon them.
the possibility that he didn't have anything like that saddens her. she's glad that they haven't triggered the empathy bond yet in this moment. ]
Gyokuro. [ her smile turns a little wry. ] You could say I have a bit of a sweet tooth.
[ she draws away from kisame when they reach the shop to step up to the front counter and greet the server. they're lucky enough to carry both of those types of tea and shinobu orders both for them before kisame can offer to pay. hopefully, he won't mind. ]
[ Kisame has just enough time to recognize "gyokuro" as yet another thing their worlds have in common; as he recalls, it's typically a rather expensive tea. Then Shinobu continues on, her smile wry and her words hitting like an anvil.
A sweet tooth. She has a bit of a sweet tooth.
She steps to the counter to order their drinks. Kisame stands a short distance behind her, his eyes never leaving her back. Some part of him recognizes how odd he must look, gazing at her as though nothing else exists in this world. Do people think he's lovestruck, or does he appear as shaken as he feels? Still, he can't bring himself to look away; he feels as though doing so might cause the revelation to slip between his fingers like so many grains of sand.
How did he fail to notice it before? Is it because she smiles so often? Is it because she is warm and tactile? Is it because she exudes concern for others and seeks to look after them? He doesn't know. Looking at her now, it seems as obvious as words on a page or blood on a blade. How did it take this long for him to recognize the similarities between Shinobu and Itachi…?
By the time Kisame regains his composure, Shinobu is already paying for their order. He looks away, catches sight of an older man giving him a knowing look, and promptly turns his head in the other direction. (Now he knows that he didn't appear shaken.) He spots an empty place near a window overlooking the park, and he makes his way over, wanting to at least secure a place for them to sit. Better to do something rather than allow himself to be overwhelmed by far too many emotions. ]
[ she's unaware of the revelations he’s going through at the moment, nor the look that the older gentleman gives to kisame. the girl behind the counter chats enthusiastically with her, recommending a few cakes that pair well with the tea. kisame doesn’t strike shinobu as someone interested in sweets, so she passes on them, opting to leave the girl a bigger tip instead to make up for it. when she turns around, she spots kisame at the window and makes her way over with their tea. ]
Thank you, [ she says, for securing a spot as she places his tea next to him. it’s a nice view, one that softens the smile on her face when she takes a sip of her own tea. the ache of homesickness is soothed a little by the newness of his company and she tries not to dwell on those emotions, shifting in her seat to look at the cup in his hands. ] How is it? Is it similar to what you’ve had back home?
[ she wonders if it’s selfish of her to allow herself this sort of indulgence, to let herself come to this city with him rather than working to find a way back home. but it had been so long since she’d been able to that she didn’t realize how much she’d wanted it, to put down the weight of duty and responsibility for a little while. perhaps this is what kanae had wanted for her, to live a normal life where she could have these kinds of meetings; to meet someone she would grow to care for and spend her life with.
she keeps her hands around her own cup, fingers tightening around the ceramic so she doesn’t reach for his instead. ]
[ Shinobu's thanks is returned with one in kind as Kisame expresses his appreciation for her generosity. Mentally, he notes that he'll have to move faster and pay next time. (It doesn't strike him as odd that he is already planning for a "next time." Then again, he's grappling with quite the revelation.) He sips his tea slowly, savoring the familiar flavor; it's a perfect match for what it knows, and it takes him back to countless teashops in his own world.
Shinobu would fit right into his world, he thinks, though he wouldn't wish such an ugly place upon her. Then he catches his own thoughts, incriminating in the wake of that knowing look, and pulls himself away from such musing. ]
Oh, yes, very similar, [ he says with a smile once he lowers his cup. ] I'm not a connoisseur, but I can't taste any difference at all. Strange, isn't it? I would have expected at least a slight variation.
[ His gaze drops to her cup, taking note of her grip on it. ]
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Then again, those obstacles don't exist in this place. Is there anything preventing him from resting? Could he truly do so in such a place as this? Could the lack of constant travel be a "good" thing?
He allows those thoughts to simmer in the back of his mind as they walk arm-in-arm through a city both familiar and unfamiliar. When Shinobu speaks, it takes a half-second before he answers — a minimal distraction, but a distraction nonetheless. ]
Ah, so it does. [ Look promising, that is. ] I'm rather fond of kobucha, myself. The land where I was born was an island nation, so it was readily available.
[ "The land where I was born," not "my homeland." It's a deliberate turn of phrase, a way of distancing himself from the village and country he left behind. ]
And you, Shinobu-san?
three weeks later..... whew
the possibility that he didn't have anything like that saddens her. she's glad that they haven't triggered the empathy bond yet in this moment. ]
Gyokuro. [ her smile turns a little wry. ] You could say I have a bit of a sweet tooth.
[ she draws away from kisame when they reach the shop to step up to the front counter and greet the server. they're lucky enough to carry both of those types of tea and shinobu orders both for them before kisame can offer to pay. hopefully, he won't mind. ]
we've got this
A sweet tooth. She has a bit of a sweet tooth.
She steps to the counter to order their drinks. Kisame stands a short distance behind her, his eyes never leaving her back. Some part of him recognizes how odd he must look, gazing at her as though nothing else exists in this world. Do people think he's lovestruck, or does he appear as shaken as he feels? Still, he can't bring himself to look away; he feels as though doing so might cause the revelation to slip between his fingers like so many grains of sand.
How did he fail to notice it before? Is it because she smiles so often? Is it because she is warm and tactile? Is it because she exudes concern for others and seeks to look after them? He doesn't know. Looking at her now, it seems as obvious as words on a page or blood on a blade. How did it take this long for him to recognize the similarities between Shinobu and Itachi…?
By the time Kisame regains his composure, Shinobu is already paying for their order. He looks away, catches sight of an older man giving him a knowing look, and promptly turns his head in the other direction. (Now he knows that he didn't appear shaken.) He spots an empty place near a window overlooking the park, and he makes his way over, wanting to at least secure a place for them to sit. Better to do something rather than allow himself to be overwhelmed by far too many emotions. ]
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Thank you, [ she says, for securing a spot as she places his tea next to him. it’s a nice view, one that softens the smile on her face when she takes a sip of her own tea. the ache of homesickness is soothed a little by the newness of his company and she tries not to dwell on those emotions, shifting in her seat to look at the cup in his hands. ] How is it? Is it similar to what you’ve had back home?
[ she wonders if it’s selfish of her to allow herself this sort of indulgence, to let herself come to this city with him rather than working to find a way back home. but it had been so long since she’d been able to that she didn’t realize how much she’d wanted it, to put down the weight of duty and responsibility for a little while. perhaps this is what kanae had wanted for her, to live a normal life where she could have these kinds of meetings; to meet someone she would grow to care for and spend her life with.
she keeps her hands around her own cup, fingers tightening around the ceramic so she doesn’t reach for his instead. ]
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Shinobu would fit right into his world, he thinks, though he wouldn't wish such an ugly place upon her. Then he catches his own thoughts, incriminating in the wake of that knowing look, and pulls himself away from such musing. ]
Oh, yes, very similar, [ he says with a smile once he lowers his cup. ] I'm not a connoisseur, but I can't taste any difference at all. Strange, isn't it? I would have expected at least a slight variation.
[ His gaze drops to her cup, taking note of her grip on it. ]
What about yours, Shinobu-san?