During the years from his promotion to Jounnin, Hoshigaki Kisame had never been defeated. And yet there he was, laying in a pool of his own blood, his sword, Samehada, by his side. Quite a predicament.

He had limped to this spot, leaving a bloody trail for anyone to follow. He was on his last breaths. Even with his monstrous chakra and healing capabilities, he knew he had hours to live at the very most. And the day had started out so good, too.

He woke up after a good night's sleep to what he thought was another day of evading that bastard Mizukage's Hunter-Nin. Maybe he'd get to meet with Zabuza today. He kinda missed the bastard.

He had a good breakfast, too. Sushi. A lot of it. His favorite. And, most importantly, no shark-fin soup in sight. How people could kill the poor, defencless sharks and turn them into soup, he would never know.

Then, about noon, just before lunch in fact, things started getting worse. Two figures wearing black cloaks with red clouds and green fingernail-polish appeared. Pft, pansies. One had a slashed Iwa hitai-ate, and the other a Suna one.

They offered him a position in their organisation. The Akatsuki. They called it a safe haven for all Nuke-nin. He asked their goals, a little interested. Big mistake. Their goal was the collection of all the Biju, the Tailed Beasts. And what happened with the jinchuuriki, he asked.

Apparently, the extraction of the Beasts causes instant death for the jailors. At that, he sneared. Granted, he was known as the Monster of the Bloody Mist, but it was solely for his attitude in battle and towards enemies. When not fighting, he had a soft spot for kids, despite his gruff exterior. And the thought of helping someone kill them, especialy ones that've had even worse childhoods than him, who had grown up in a bloodline hating village looking as he did, made him sick to his stomach. He refused. Too bad the Akatsuki didn't take lightly to 'no' as an answer. The two members, who he had by that time identified as Deidara of the Hidden Rock and Sasori of the Red Sands, had attacked him.

He fought them off. After all, he was the best of Mist's Seven Swordsmen. They may have been two S-Class Nuke-Nin, but the abilities of his sword coupled with his massive chakra reserves that got him the name 'Non-Tailed Biju' were enough for him to defeat them. And his acelarated healing helped, too.

Now, not two full hours later, he was ambushed by the acursed organisation. Only this time, there were five of them. This could be a problem.

He managed to kill three of them, and was doing surprisingly well, until some plant... person... thing took a chunk out of his side. He used one of his mass destruction techniques to create a distraction, and fled the scene.

Which brings us to this moment. He had just finished writing his many techniques down on a scroll, and was in the process of sealing Samehada in said scroll. Once done, he used some of his still-seeping blood, and summoned one of his sharks.

"Ah, Kisame... What in the name of Fish-People happened to you?"

"Hey, Samiyaka. Sorry I didn't summon you in water, but as you can see, I'm a little short of it." he caughed. "Look, here's the deal. i'm dieing. In this scroll I have written all of my techniques, as well as sealed Samehada. I want you to give it to a kid that want's to become a Ninja. But not any kid. Someone who is as I was. Kind hearted and willing to protect his loved ones, but shunned by his village for something he had no control over." he started making hand-seals. "Goodby, my frined. Water Style: Fly Wave." He spat an oval of water that sent the shark flying to the nearest village. Konoha. Just moments after the shark was out of sight, a sword pearced his heart, killing him.

"Zetsu, destroy the evidence." A man said, whiping the blood off of his sword, his one visible red eye with three black comma swirling.

"Mmmmmm... Lunch." the vine-man from before said, approaching the body of Kisame.

The shark landed in a pond in a clearing surrounded by tall trees. He sighed.

"I'm realy gonna miss Kisame." he squirmed around. "Man this water is itchy.' He poured his chakra into the pond. "Shark Style: Water Conversion." there were a few ripples indicating the techniques succes. "Now, to make sure that Kisame's last wich is fulfilled.

My new storie. Actualy, it's a challenge from Ninja Bat Master, with a few details my style, so all credit for the original idea goes to him.