Collected
"RUN, YOU IDIOT!" He was sure his partner called him several other names too, but they were lost on the burning, ash-filled gusts.
Run! He told himself. Run, you baka, run! But he couldn't. Something wouldn't let him, something that was not allowing him to rip his eyes from his partner's black and red back getting farther from him every second. You idiot, move or you and he are going to die. He continued to stand, staring. He had never seen Itachi exert himself like this. He was running, for leader's sake, running! Calm, collected, nonchalant Itachi was streaking away from the rapidly burning building behind them that was still exploding occasionally in beat with the hard fast paces that undid the ponytail and allowed the black hair to billow behind him in the harsh, smacking winds. He's… Then over him a shadow. No way they survived! The enemy. The enemy was going to catch his… A rush of adrenalin sent Kisame into motion, leaning down, halving his height, reaching the glaring Itachi just as he turned around to face their foe. His eyes widened in surprise as his massive partner collided with him, sweeping him up into one arm, the other swiftly pulling out his sword in a fatal arc. Another explosion spurred him into a full out bound.
"Kisame!" gasped Itachi. He grinned a pointy smile.
"Itachi," you're beautiful.