The mission was brutal. Blood, betrayal, and silence. You and Kisame made it out alive—barely. Now, the two of you sit beside a quiet lake, steam rising from the water, the stars overhead indifferent to the chaos you left behind.

You’re resting, maybe tending to a wound or watching the moon ripple across the surface. Kisame sits nearby, Samehada laid beside him like a sleeping beast. He’s unusually quiet. No teasing. No commentary. Just the sound of water and breath.

Then, without looking at you, he speaks.

“You know… I’ve been called a monster so many times, I started to believe it…but you never did...”