Lightning cracks high above them, followed by the roaring of thunder and soon the sky tears itself into a vicious deluge.

On old and dutiful instinct, Kisame raises his arm to cover her with his sleeve but Konan is swifter (or just familiar with the weather) and, she too, instinctively, summons her white paper wings above him, shielding them both from the downpour.

He half grins, slowly lowering his arm as she closes the distance between them so her wings don't spread out awkwardly; their arms brush with each step they take towards her office.