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EMO ANGEL part 1

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The high school was nothing special in Kisame’s opinion; just a regular two-story building, filled with your average mixture of preps, jocks, thespians, Goths, and outcasts. Naturally, Kisame didn’t fit in with any of them.

The day was relatively uneventful; he had to endure the normal stares, whispers, and pointed fingers, but that was it. He did his best to ignore it, which wasn’t too hard, since he was used to this kind of treatment.

His classes were nothing out of the ordinary, nor were his teachers or classmates. By the end of third period, Kisame had decided that life in this school would be nothing short of completely and totally monotonous. Still, despite how calm and almost boring his day had been, Kisame was still dreading lunch.

He hated lunch period. He always had, and probably always would. No matter how many times he had to endure it, he never got used to the feeling of standing in the middle of the lunch room, looking around for an empty table to sit at, praying that he could avoid the stares of his peers for just a little while.

Well, lunch time finally came, and Kisame was searching for a table, trying to find somewhere to sit. It looked like most tables were already filling up with teenagers and their friends, and he highly doubted anyone would willingly sit with him.

As he was about to walk over to a table of theater kids and ask if he could eat with them, he spotted a semi-empty table in the back of the lunchroom. The only person residing at the circular table was a male, dressed in all black, his ink colored hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Seeing his chance, Kisame crossed the lunchroom and sat down beside the male, praying he wouldn’t be thrown out. “You mind if I sit here?”

“Hn.”

What kind of answer was that? The teen hadn’t even looked up from his lunch when Kisame sat down by him. Still, a ‘hn’ was better than a no, and Kisame had learned not to be too picky with people who could tolerate him.

The teens were silent for a while, picking at their food. Kisame was desperately trying to think of something to say; this awkward silence was almost as bad as sitting with kids who’d stare at him the whole time. Almost. “My name’s Kisame Hoshigaki. What’s yours?”

“Itachi Uchiha.” Two words. That was an accomplishment.

“Itachi, why isn’t anyone else sitting with you?”

“I hate people. Everyone around here knows that.” Ouch. “You’re new, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Kisame replied. “I just sat here because no one else was around. I don’t do so well with people.”

“Why?”

“If you’d look up from your lunch tray, you’d know why.”

Itachi finally allowed himself to look over the shark, eyes tracing over each detail of Kisame’s body. At the very least, the shark expected wide eyes, a slight gasp, maybe even a cry of horror. But Itachi’s face showed no emotion; his dull, onyx colored eyes didn’t even widen. “You’re blue,” the weasel stated plainly.

Kisame was tempted to make a snappy sarcastic remark, but decided to let it go. “Exactly.”

“I fail to see the problem.”

The shark’s mind shut down then. Was this kid serious? Maybe he was just stupid. As soon as Kisame’s mind got over the shock, he began speaking, trying to explain the problem to the teen. “Itachi, most people aren’t blue. It’s extremely weird for me to look like this. In fact, you’re probably the first person that hasn’t spazzed out when you saw me.”

“That’s their problem.”

Kisame sighed. Clearly this guy just didn’t get it. “Itachi, people have a tendency to freak out whenever they see someone like me. My body’s a weird color, I’ve got scars on my face, and I’m taller than most people around here.”

“All of which I’ve noticed.”

“But most people aren’t as calm as you. As soon as they see a freak like me, they put up their defenses to try and keep me away.”

“Humans are shallow. It’s their nature to be like that. They’re so wrapped up in their boring, pathetic lives that they’ll freak out when anything that threatens to disrupt their day to day living comes along, even attempting to destroy it or drive it away. People are just like that, Kisame.”

“You’re not?”

“Hn.” Kisame couldn’t think of anything to say after that, so the two of them once again lapsed into silence.

A few minutes later, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch period. Kisame waited until most of the teens had dumped their lunch trays and exited the room before going to throw his own trash away and leave. No point in getting caught in a crowd of loud, pushy teenagers if you could avoid it, right?

As he was walking past the lunch table again to exit the room, he felt a hand suddenly grab his wrist, and looked down to see Itachi holding on to him.

The weasel was looking to the side, the same bored, unreadable expression painted on his face. “Kisame…if you don’t have somewhere to sit at lunch tomorrow, go ahead and sit with me again. You aren’t as annoying as most of the people around here.” Without offering any more explanation, the emo looking teen walked off, presumably to throw away his own trash before going back to class.

The shark walked down the hall, very close to going into shock. Not only had someone allowed him to sit at their lunch table and not freaked out when they saw him, but that same person had invited him to sit at his table tomorrow.

If Kisame didn’t know better, he’d say he was well on his way to making a friend.
i still can't figure out why the writing for this feels different than my other stuff! it's annoying me. anyway, about this part.

itachi's kind of dark and pessimistic in this story, and kisame is trying to stay cheerful in the face of hatred. maybe that's it; this whole story is emo! i'll have to fix that. well, please read and comment.

all characters (c) masashi kishimoto

prologue: [link]
part 1: here
part 2: [link]
part 3: [link]
part 4: [link]
part 5: [link]
part 6: [link]
part 7: [link]
part 8: [link]
part 9: [link]
part 10: [link]
part 11: [link]
part 12: [link]
part 13: [link]
part 14: [link]
part 15: [link]
part 16: [link]
part 17: [link]
part 18: [link]
part 19: [link]
part 20: [link]
part 21: [link]
part 22: [link]
part 23: [link]
part 24: [link]
epilogue: [link]
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Yeah, that's Itachi all right.. emotionless, cool and calm. Like the way you keep Itachi that way XD