mate-of-Kisame

 Purple wings opened up, casting a bright array of colours around the desolate mouth of the cave. The colours shimmered ever so lightly in the darkness as their bearer walked out into the night. Never before had he seen such a....beautiful sight. Amazed blue eyes held their gaze upon the fairy, something skipping a beat within his chest. It was a strange feeling to say the least. But it was only because that which lay deep within the core of his being was shut away so tightly. It wasn't something he just opened up to anyone anymore. He never wanted to get hurt again, couldn't take rejection twice. Yet this, it was something different. There