The Flower That Blooms in the Darkness

I was safely in my sanctuary, humming a random tune, when his voice penetrated through.

"Natsumi?"

I started.

No.

It can't really be him.

I'm just still hallucinating.

But I listened to what he was saying anyway.

Gasps, then cursing.

"Natsumi, what the hell have they done to you?"

I wanted so badly to open my eyes, to reach out and touch him, and tell him that I was all right.

But then I'd be lying.

To both of us.

A siren sounded just then, and more cursing ensued.

"Damn, they found out." This voice was deeper, and had a gravelly undertone to it.

Kisame.

"Let's go." He said quietly, and then I was being pressed up against something warm.

I'm guessing it was his chest, because it smelled and felt exactly as I remembered it.

As far as my hallucinations go, this one's been pretty good, so far.

"Onee-chan?"

I froze.

His voice was the last one I expected to hear.

It startled me out of my sanctuary, and I cringed, expecting the pain to come for me.

Nothing, except a slight breeze and the scent of smoke.

I opened my eyes cautiously.

Those beautiful sharingan eyes stared incredously into mine.

Smoke billowed around us, making these next few moments private.

Well, Kisame saw. But that doesn't count.

His lips crushed into mine, his endless passion pouring into me.

And I knew this could never be a hallucination.