A/N: So I wrote this after getting inspired in a Calvin and Hobbes comic. It's also a half apology for not being able to update "Smile of Tomorrow" today, because...well, to be honest, I haven't even started on the fourth (?) chapter at all. Sorry.
So, enjoy a sweet bit of friendship between Itachi and Kisame!
Itachi stared at the sack of apples in his hand blankly, almost forgetting where he and his partner were headed. The raven-head frowned slightly as his foot crunched into the flourishing willows of grass. They passed a half broken tree.
It had been about a month and a half since Kisame had joined him into the afterlife. The afterlife had been much better than the horrid suffering he went through during his actual lifetime.
But in the end...it was still for Sasuke.
He remembered the days that he was still younger, not ten, not five, but around three. It was when his life was still little in the life of the ninja. At the age of four, he had seen his first war.
"Hey Kisame, you know?" Itachi asked, holding the brown paper sack tighter. The Uchiha looked up slightly as he spoke.
Kisame raised and eyebrow and turned his head a little sideways to listen to his Uchiha partner. "What is it, Itachi-san?" the blue-skinned man inquired back.
The younger sighed before letting himself complain a bit. "I'd make more friends...but everyone is so insolent." At this comment, Kisame became confused. However, he stayed silent, knowing by heart that Itachi would be talking longer than so.
They both hopped onto a long, brown log that connected the two sides of a river. The stream itself wasn't deep, but there were many jagged rocks and broken pieces of bark and branches floating around.
Itachi continued himself, balancing himself with two arms spread out.
"If you can have people to take no notice of you and avoid you, you are doing well."
The duo walked over toward the nearest tree to the stream and Kisame began to sit down, leaning against the large stock. Itachi put the sack down, and kneeled down. He unbuttoned his cloak and folded it gently, putting it on the soft ground.
"If you...if you can find even one person you do like, then you're lucky."
He reached into the sack of apples and pulled one out for his much taller partner. Itachi handed it toward the awaiting palm. "...and if that person can also stand you, then you are really lucky."
Kisame took a bit out of his apple as Itachi took one out for himself. The man was quiet for a moment, thinking.
"Well," the swordsman started, chewing a bit, "What if you find someone you can talk to while you eat apples under a tree in a much more beautiful afterlife that no longer holds pain?"
He grinned down at the younger, knowing Itachi would comprehend what he was referencing to. His partner smirked, closing his eyes once, and reopening them again. Itachi brushed at his own thighs, and took a bite out of his apple, the juices spreading into his mouth.
"Well then...I suppose there's no point in me getting avaricious anymore, is there?"
They both laughed and smiled.