Umiko awoke in her darkened room. She shook her head to clear the grogginess she still felt. She slipped out of her bed, the blanket slipping off and revealing her nudity. She walked over to her closet and dressed in simple jeans and a tank top, calling for Tenno and wondering why the house was so silent.

She descended the stairs after checking each empty bedroom. "Tenno? Shinju? Kay or Yukiko?" She called out into the emptiness, her words hanging heavy in the summer night. She grabbed her phone from the kitchen where Tenno had put it for safekeeping when she had come home. No missed calls or texts. Even the group chat was dead. What the hell is going on?!

Fearing the worst, she ran downstairs to her lab and grabbed her research and stuffed it into a bag along with the healing samples Yukiko had sequenced from Hidan's death. She carefully placed the vials of her experiments in styrofoam and taped it up before adding it to the bag. She raced up the stairs and went to put her shoes on. She needed to get out of here; something didn't feel right.

Umiko sat in the living room, fumbling with a knot in her laces. The moonlight glowed through the large window of the room, giving her enough light to see by.

The eerie silence was interrupted by the crashing of windows and shattered glass hitting the floor. Before she could react, a blade sliced across her throat from ear to ear.

Umiko clutched her wound, the blood pouring from her fingers. She turned to see who wanted her dead and was met with a man dressed in all black tactical gear with his rifle slung over his shoulder and resting on his back. His face was covered by a gas mask and helmet.

Her eyesight began to dim. She frantically tried to run away but her legs felt heavy. She fell, crashing against the coffee table and upending it. As the blood from her throat wound left a gory trail, Umiko crawled towards the front door. She made it out of the living room before her body ran out of blood to lose to the wound.

Umiko, doctor, scientist, scourge of humanity, was dead.

The man walked over towards her body and removed that bag that was slung onto her back. He cut the strap and pulled it off her body. Pressing his hand to his right ear, he called in.

Skkkkrrrrrtch "the target is dead. I repeat, the target is dead."

Shisui answered, his own radio static crackling along the airwaves. "Good job. Now burn it all."

The man signalled to two others who had hidden themselves outside. They nodded and loaded rounds into their grenade launchers.

Poom! Poom! Poom! Poom! Four rounds crashed into the house, some upstairs and some downstairs. The man already in the house quickly threw two rounds into the basement and left the door open. As he was exiting the home, the dusky yellow smoke began filling the house.

All three then tossed in incindiary grenades and began silently running from the scene.

The grenades sparked and then exploded, causing flash fires where they landed. The fires then caught the smoke and this fed it even further. Combined with the night air flowing through the home, the inferno caught and grew quickly. Come morning there would be nothing left of the structure or it's inhabitants. Only a charred skeleton reaching into a smoky sky.

Kisame spun his chair lazily, tapping his cellphone against his lips. He now knew that Kay was a criminal and most likely tied to the rest of the murders in the City.

Fuck it, he thought and opened his phone. He sent her a quick text asking her to come by. She responded several minutes later with "Sure!" and he prepared himself to see her.

He ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to comb it and look presentable. He rubbed his eyes and tried to get the sleepiness out of them. Kisame then took off his tie and undid a few of his shirt buttons. That should do it.

"OI!  Fish boi! Where are you?!" Kay asked, weaving her way through desks, scientific and office equipment. Kisame smiled upon hearing her voice. He stood up from his desk and waved, which she easily saw due to his height.

"Kisa!" She called as she jogged over to him. Wrapping her arms around his muscular form, she squeezed. After getting over his initial shock at this display of affection, Kisame returned the gesture and gently squeezed her back.

"Did ya miss me?" Kay asked him after pulling away. Her green eyes caught his messy hair and unbuttoned shirt. Her mental Jiraiya was drooling at the sight.

Chuckling, Kisame grinned at her before running his blue fingers through her fiery red hair. "Yeah, I did" he said quietly.

His large hand tilted her face up to his and he kissed her. Gently at first, not wanting to hurt her, but she returned his kiss. The passion that was building in him and needing release, he poured into his kiss, embracing her and holding her close.

His lips moved in sync with hers and soon they were battling for dominance. He bit down lightly on her bottom lip and she moaned softly. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, his tongue explored her mouth and tasted the blood from her cut lip.

Kay's hands slid up his shirt, feeling his muscles and smooth skin under the thin fabric. Her fingers reached his throat and she stroked his exposed skin before trailing back down to where his shirt was unbuttoned. Using both of her hands she tore Kisame's shirt open.

"You could've just asked me to take it off" Kisame admonished softly, still kissing her.

"Where's the fun in that?" Kay replied, her words breathy from the touches Kisame was giving her.

The shark man pulled away and swept everything off his desk. He picked her up by her waist and sat her on the desk's top. Kisame quickly stripped her of her shirt and groaned when his hands cupped her breasts.

Their softness and the nipples pressing into his thumbs aroused him and his primal instincts began to cloud his mind.

His lips left hers and moved down to her neck. He spent a fair bit of time biting and licking the small wounds he marked her with. He especially enjoyed tracing his tongue over her carotid artery, it's pulsing beat teasing him and he longed to sink his teeth into the artery and tear it.

"Kisa~" Kay moaned as he continued his seduction. He smirked and undid her bra. Her breasts filled his hands perfectly and he took one pale pink nipple into his mouth while his fingers rolled the other nipple between them.

They were alone and Kisame was unaware of the backpack that Kay had brought along. If he had known, it would have saved him a lot of trouble.