Itachi didn't know why he drank so much.
Well, that's a lie, he does know why. But he doesn't want to admit it.
"Itachi-san," Kisame says clapping a hand down on his partner's shoulder. "I think you've had enough," He tries to take the bottle out of the younger's hand.
Itachi's eyes flash and suddenly Kisame's stumbling backwards a few feet, clutching his nose.
Tonight's their wedding night and Kisame knows it. He knows it well from all the marks on the wall of their hotel room when he went down to get ice.
When Itachi gets mad, he gets crazy mad.
Itachi doesn't look at Kisame as he brings the bottle of strong sake to his lips and takes a long sip, ignoring the usual pleasantry of using a small cup for drinking. He gulps down a few mouthfuls before he sets the bottle down on the nightstand, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He lies back onto his back and stares at the ceiling, cracked with years.
"Itachi…" Kisame says quietly, trying hard not to shake his head. He looks down at his own hand, the wedding band on his left ring finger shining in almost a mocking way. He twirls it around with his thumb, seeing the engraving of his name and his wife's around it. "You know you're not going to find happiness at the bottom of that bottle."
"I'm not looking for happiness," He says quietly. "I'm looking for an escape,"