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akatsukiritesTitle: Medicine for Dying Men
Fandom: Naruto
Author:akatsukirites
Characters/Pairing: Kisame/Konan
Rating: T
Challenge: Drabble_Zone #372: Grind
Word Count: 200 (GoogleDocs)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Kisame and Konan run into each other at the local pharmacy but neither of them are there for themselves.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters by Masashi Kishimoto. I only own this fic.
It’s the kind of day when sudden noises bring Konan’s attention forward and— danger, even if it’s just soft jingling of the shopkeeper’s bell. She swallows her panic before lifting her head towards the entrance.
“Ah, Konan-san. I didn’t expect to see you here.” It’s the kid’s partner. What was his name again? She wasn’t on the recruiting team for either of them. His name comes to her as she politely nods her head.
“Hoshigaki-san.”
The old shopkeeper returns with Konan’s shopping list of medicinal herbs; tossing them on the scales.
“Same as usual, Konan-sama?” He asks, eyes bleary despite their honed skill. She confirms and thanks him while he prepares the ingredients into a fine powder. He pauses to acknowledge his other customer with a waved hand.
“And for you, Hoshigaki-sama; the same as well?”
Kisame gives a grunt of approval. The shopkeeper pulls down yanhusuo, lovage, and wutou. Herbs used for pain control. The formulation is almost the same as hers. Sounds of the pestle drown out the awkward silence between them.
“Are you harmed?” She asks, quietly meeting his stormed eyes. He holds her in regard before simply saying, “No.” and then “Are you well?”
“I’m fine.”
Fandom: Naruto
Author:
akatsukiritesCharacters/Pairing: Kisame/Konan
Rating: T
Challenge: Drabble_Zone #372: Grind
Word Count: 200 (GoogleDocs)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Kisame and Konan run into each other at the local pharmacy but neither of them are there for themselves.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters by Masashi Kishimoto. I only own this fic.
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It’s the kind of day when sudden noises bring Konan’s attention forward and— danger, even if it’s just soft jingling of the shopkeeper’s bell. She swallows her panic before lifting her head towards the entrance.
“Ah, Konan-san. I didn’t expect to see you here.” It’s the kid’s partner. What was his name again? She wasn’t on the recruiting team for either of them. His name comes to her as she politely nods her head.
“Hoshigaki-san.”
The old shopkeeper returns with Konan’s shopping list of medicinal herbs; tossing them on the scales.
“Same as usual, Konan-sama?” He asks, eyes bleary despite their honed skill. She confirms and thanks him while he prepares the ingredients into a fine powder. He pauses to acknowledge his other customer with a waved hand.
“And for you, Hoshigaki-sama; the same as well?”
Kisame gives a grunt of approval. The shopkeeper pulls down yanhusuo, lovage, and wutou. Herbs used for pain control. The formulation is almost the same as hers. Sounds of the pestle drown out the awkward silence between them.
“Are you harmed?” She asks, quietly meeting his stormed eyes. He holds her in regard before simply saying, “No.” and then “Are you well?”
“I’m fine.”
