I don't know how many people are going to remember this, but I uploaded this fic a WHILE ago and never updated it, so I'm going to turn it into a short one-shot.
"ITACHI!" Hidan roared as he stomped around the Akatsuki lair. "WHERE ARE YOU!"
At the kitchen table, Itachi Uchiha sighed. "In the kitchen, Hidan." What could that psycho want now?
Itachi turned back to his bowl of oatmeal and was about to eat another spoonful when the table shook and sent his bowl toppling over on him. Itachi looked up at the door frame and glared at the man baring his teeth.
"Where. Did. You. Put. My. Sycthe." Hidan spat glaring at the Uchiha.
Itachi stood slowly with his head down. The oatmeal had splattered all over his cloak. "I didn't touch your scythe, idiot-face." he barked, whipping his head up. Hidan unfortunately was looking straight into his eyes.
Itachi grinned and walked away to Hidan's room. Once he got to the room, he went over to the closet and pulled out one of Hidan's cloaks that weren't bloody. Itachi smiled and went to his room to try it on.