The house was quiet.
Hidan was sleeping like a baby in his room, Zetsu was ordered to do some spy work in another country while Tobi tagged along. Sasori and Deidara both went off to go do some separate errands by themselves, and Kakuzu was getting some of that cheap, nasty Chinese food for dinner. Pein-sama was in his headquarters, probably doing some paperwork or thinking and actually, Kisame didn't know where Konan was.
Kisame was sorting and folding everyone's laundry as he heard a hum in the next room of someone's voice.
He mouth opened, ferociously showing off his knife-like white sets of teeth while yawning.
He took another article of clothing from the large pile on his bed and inspected it with his beady eyes.
It was tight fitting jeans, which the only people in this house that would really wear them would be Deidara or Itachi. Kisame cocked his head to the side. Or Konan. Confusion crept on his lips, he let out a sigh.
He then, jeans in hand, trudged out of his shared laminate floored room into the other room.
He watched Itachi in the dim lighted room, perched on their suede incliner chair, engrossed in some documentary about some criminal on the television.
To others, the Uchiha's expression might've looked bland and devoid of any emotion, but Kisame had been around him too long to know the difference between his expressions from others. And Itachi was amused.
"Hey." Kisame greeted from behind the chair.
"Hn." Itachi merely acknowledged him, eyes still occupied by the screen in front of him.
The blue man shifted awkwardly behind him.
"Uh," He started again. "Are these yours?"
Itachi looked over at the pair of jeans in his comrade's hand.
"No. They're Konan's."
Kisame thumped himself in the head mentally. How could he be so stupid? He barely bit his lip, looking at the floor, hoping Itachi wouldn't get offended.
They both silently stayed in that position. Itachi's velvety eyes crept up to look at Kisame's face in a simple manner.
"Do you need help?" Itachi offered after a minute passed.
"Yeah." He answered quickly, meeting his eyes.
"Why're you watching that anyway?" He gestured to the TV, finding comfortable conversation at ease, now.
Plus he was curious. Itachi scarcely watched TV. At all. The only person that was usually seen zoned out in front of the device was Tobi. Because, well, there wasn't much around there that he could really do yet.
Itachi shrugged a bit, flicking off the television with the remote.
"He reminded me of you." He replied, taking three steps from the incliner, stretching the warmth and sleepiness from his body. Then he strode into their shared room, leaving Kisame standing there, jeans still in hand.
A smile pulled at his lips.
"Oi, wait up!" He murmured, shuffling in behind his partner.