It'll be easy, so easy, dude, don't worry about it!
Note: Don't ever listen to Hidan.
Kisame hadn't even been assigned a mission. All he wanted to do was go to Konaha and escape the criminal life for a little while. Such a strange thing for one so sadist to want, but for so long of constantly being weighed with the fact you were a S-Ranked criminal, it wasn't that adsurd of an idea. Leader had even granted him a three-day weekend, so the whole adventure was just becoming more and more apealing. He could loose that hot, sweaty Akatsuki cloak, replace it with a nice, mens kimono, even attempt the festival that would be happening on Saturday. Wonderful, wonderful, huzzah! Konoha was now listed in his "Hate Book".

It all started at the gates. He was about to simple stroll through when six ANBU stopped him, dragged him to the side, and searched him. They took his precious Samehada, claiming they would give it back when he left. Despite that, he had to write a frickin' essay on why he was in Konoha, how long he'd be in Konoha, and again what his purpose in Konoha happened to be. After all that, you think he'd be let through the gate without hassle. Oh, no. He got through the gate alright, only to still be outside Konoha, being dragged by a stupid little brat that claimed he was the deceased Hokage's grandchild. Infuirated, but being somewhat a gentlemen, Kisame decided not to kill him, only toss him around a bit, then sending him off back to where he came from, only to be encountered by more ANBU. More searching, more eassays, oh my God, when would it end?

Now here he was, standing outside the Hokage building, sight-seeing and munching on a rather delicous dango. He was still basking in the fact that he wasn't wearing that ill-fitting Akatsuki cloak, which he couldn't get over for the reason he'd been wearing it for five or so years straight. Itachi was gone, meaning he wouldn't have the pestering weasel nagging him all day and acting like he was better than everyone else, AND, they were closer to catching the final bijuu, the ninth, then ever before. Times were good, just like the dango.
He now actually appreciated Itachi for introducing him to the dango.

The day was Friday, the festival would be Saturday, and he would start his trek back on Monday. Criminal times were slow, but be damned the one that risk being late on Pain's terms. Finishing the dango and flicking it somewhere to the left of himself, the shark strode over to Ichiraku Ramen, ordered the largest, fishiest ramen they had, and began to munch. "Now, all I need is some delicous Sake.. and maybe a curvy lady or two.."



ooc; yay, fixed the format!

The ramen was set upon the counter gently, the bar keep nooding nervously and rushing away as the shark nin tipped him. Gales of steam rose from the bowl of noodles, swathing a teasing his nose, drifting in and out his nostrils and setting along his forehead, mocking beads of sweat from such restraint. It took everything he had not to launch the bowl into his face and slurp it all. There were people watching, that WOULD be rather strange. Even for him. Two chopsticks hung heavy between the shark's fingers, it just all looked so good. Now, to take a delicous first bite of ---

BAM! A light yet forcful arm swung around Kisame's neck, wrapping around and gripping tightly in a friendly strangle. A smirk tipped his lips as the friendly, soft voice of the artist drifted through by his lobes, ringing in his cranium, reminding him that even bad guy's had friends. "I guess so," He chuckled while he managed to save his ramen from falling to the floor, handling the scolding hot bowl gently and trying not to burn himself, "I'm here on.." He paused, looking to the floor then drifting to lock on Deidara's icy blue optics, "I'm on vacation." A bold, but bemused hunk of laughter lept from his lungs, a deadened fist slamming upon the bar as he laughed. Kisame on vacation. It just sounded so funny. Especially in all of the places, the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Insane.

Twisting in his stool, the Mist missing nin turned to look at his quirky friend, a brow raised as his laughter died. Kisame in Konoha wasn't completely unheard of, but he knew half the people in the Leaf Village hadn't even heard of Deidara. Deidara was all the way from Iwagakure, the Hidden Rock village, far north of Konoha and VERY far away from Fire Nation. Kisame was from the sadistic, undoubtly the most gruesome Hidden Mist village, from the Water Country, completey on the other side the world. Deidara and Kisame were from to different faces, but met in the Village of Rain, somewhat in the center, where the Akatsuki was located, and were now meeting once more in the center of the Earth. Konoha.

It was wierd how things happened that way.

Toying with his ruffled, cotton blue Kimono, Kisame stood, draining all the ramen in one slurp, then stretching his rather tense shoulders. He was around a foot and a half taller than Deidara, but he wasn't a giant, and wasn't a muscular as many people perseved when they saw him in his Akatsuki uniform. Sure, his biceps were huge and he was heluva in good shape; but that was just him, he didn't try. He didn't consider himself anything special. Even the fact that his skin was a light blue color and slight slits were located on his cheekbones. Nothing special.

Everyone perserves normal as a different way. Hell, a lot of folks would think Deidara was wierd. I mean, c'mon, look at the bottom of his hands! Looks were not supposed to be the deciding factor of ones normaltality, but again, what really was normal. What was it that drove us on everyday and carried us on with our daily lives? What really caused us to take another step into the sunlight; to fullfill what people told us and to love one another? It was what one perseived of themselves, how they thought, acted, believed. It was everything.

"Now, I have shared with you. But why, more interestingly, are you here, of today of all days?"



ooc; yeah, yeah... it sucks a *censored beep* but my muse died at the third paragraph, and was revived somewhere in between! I hope you enjoy, love.