Rain poured down from the sky, the sound of it breaking the silence of the empty countryside. Two figures were walking along a dirt road, undisturbed due to the weather. One was a tall, imposing figure with a large sword; the other was a small person who didn't appear the least bit threatening.
Kisame shot a glance at his partner every now and then, waiting for a certain question to be asked. His partner couldn't hold up very long in bad weather like this, and they both knew it. Itachi, however, remained silent, and after half an hour of watching his partner shiver Kisame gave up on hearing the request, stopping for a moment to remove his cloak. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to just ask for it," he stated, wrapping the warm clothing around his partner. Itachi mumbled a nearly inaudible thank you and continued on in silence, pulling the cloak closer around him.
As they went along, Itachi began to fall behind, and Kisame mentally rolled his eyes. "If you were tired, why didn't you say something earlier?" his only answer was a shrug, and then the Uchiha picked up the pace. Kisame couldn't believe how stubborn Itachi could be; actually he could, and that was probably the tragedy of this whole thing.
The two were in the way back from a mission that had been finished up early, courtesy of a little arson, and had been walking for almost two full days. Kisame was hoping that they could stop in a village soon and rest. Sure enough, the next town they entered Itachi turned into a nearby inn, intent on getting a room. Kisame waited on the other side of the lobby while the Uchiha paid for their stay, before following the weasel down the hall to their room.
When they arrived, the first thing Kisame noticed was that the room only had one bed. He turned to his partner, prepared to see the weasel go back down to the lobby and torture the poor gender-blind clerk to death….but no, it appeared that for once, Itachi wasn't going to flip out. "They only had singles left," he explained quietly. Ahh, that was it.
"You're taking this rather well," Kisame remarked as he pulled off his wet shirt and threw it across the room.
Itachi frowned at his partner. "There was nothing I could do. Now pick that up before it gets moldy."
"Yes, mom." The weasel sent him a glare before disappearing into the bathroom. A moment later Kisame heard the water turn on and sighed to himself. There had been a time when a comment like that would no doubt have gotten him killed.
Then again, there had also been a time when Itachi ordering the shark around might have resulted in the weasel's death. It really hadn't been all that long ago when the two of them were fully prepared to kill each other.