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A/N: Written for the Minific Fest over on LJ's bitter_nakano. Where, if you enjoy ItaShi, you should totally be. XD
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"Itachi."
"Yes?"
Shisui exhaled. Slowly. "The thing has got to go."
The "thing" is question being a small, disgustingly big-eyed kitten of undeterminable breed. It had once been skinny but, thanks to Itachi's borderline neurotic (understatement of the year, perhaps?) care of the thing, it now resembled a rather fluffy balloon. And it was currently rolling around in a pile of shredded paper that used to be Shisui's ten-page Psychology essay.
It took every single iota of Shisui's self-control to keep from throwing the little beast out of the window.
"We are not going to toss a helpless animal out on the street," Itachi replied, and damn if the cat didn't smile like its Cheshire cousin at that statement.
"It isn't helpless," Shisui protested. "It's a demon."
"Says the man who threw a kitten into the washing machine twelve minutes after I brought it home," was the dry-as-salt response.
"I've explained this already. It fell." Then, in an undertone, "Besides, you don't stick your furry head in someone's mouth when he's sleeping. I'm just saying."
The new bane of Shisui's existence chose that moment to untangle itself from a week's worth of wasted stress and rub up against Itachi's leg, purring like a small truck engine. Shisui glared.
"Mine," he informed the thing, edging it away with his foot.
Itachi sighed. "I'm going to buy some cat food. Please be aware that if I come home and find a lack of small cat, no matter the reason, I will be very upset."
Shisui groaned. "I can't tell if you're trying to guilt trip me or threaten me."
At which his partner simply smirked, turned, and left the room.
It wasn't until Itachi was halfway out the door that the implications of his errand hit.
"Cat food? But why? It's not staying. Right?"
No answer, save the aforementioned door closing and something that sounded suspiciously like laughter.
"Right? Dammit, Itachi!"