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A/N: Happy birthday to the brilliant bitter_nakano community! Here's to many more, and I hope you enjoy my measly contribution to the spam. xD;;
Idiots
Shisui bursts out laughing in the middle of the appallingly depressing movie they've chosen to rent this week, and Itachi merely turns to face him. It isn't at all unusual for Shisui's mind to concoct some hilarious thought—typically something completely unrelated to what they're doing—and for him to have a good chuckle over it; Itachi has learned to sit by patiently until the older boy gets himself under control and is ready to share whatever strange notion he's come up with.
Sure enough, Shisui turns to him with a grin.
"I'm an idiot," he informs his boyfriend.
Itachi raises an eyebrow. "That is neither news nor cause for laughter on your part," he remarks, dry as sand. Shisui smacks him lightly upside the head.
"Yeah, well, you're an idiot too. And before you say anything about Stanford or the psychiatry degree or the chess competitions, no, I am not referring to book smarts."
"Psychology," Itachi corrects him delicately. "It was a psychology degree, Shisui."
Shisui waves him off. "Therapists, nutjobs, big difference."
"That's completely-"
"Anyway," Shisui sing-songs. "Point is, we're both idiots."
"And why, pray tell, is that."
"Think about it, Itachi." There is a maddening tone of superiority in his voice as he says this, as if he enjoys knowing something Itachi doesn't (which he undoubtedly does). Itachi exhales away the sudden urge to yank on that curly hair like a small child denied a Popsicle. "What day is it today?"
"The thirteenth," Itachi responds automatically. He frowns. "Why-"
"Think harder~"
Itachi considers. "Friday the thirteenth?" he tries. He can see Shisui thinking that such an inauspicious date should be cause for hilarity…sort of. But the older boy shakes his head.
"Nope. Don't feel bad," he adds, possibly seeing Itachi's patience wearing thin and not wanting to end up like the dead girl in their movie, thrown into the river and drowned. "It took me this long to remember, didn't it? Although I expected your smartass, prodigious little self to be able to remember something that only happened a year ago."
A year…wait.
Oh.
"I am an idiot," he concedes with some measure of grace. "As are you."
"Aww." Shisui mock-pouts. "Doesn't my remembering first count for anything? Doesn't that make me slightly less of an idiot in this case?"
"When weighed against the number of asinine stunts you have pulled in the past, I would say it all evens out."
"Cold. You are very cold, Itachi." But he's grinning, and Itachi finds himself grinning as well in a strange blend of exasperation and affection.
"Either way," Shisui concludes, kissing him on the forehead. "Happy anniversary, Itachi."
"Happy anniversary," Itachi replies, and promptly pulls him down for a proper kiss.
End