Title: Cliché
Characters/Pairing: Uchiha Itachi, Houzuki Suigetsu
Rating: Let's go with PG13 for Very Bad Thoughts
Warning(s): Suigetsu. Itachi. Able to speak to each other. Need more be said?

The whole scenario, Itachi muses, is so cliché that it's almost refreshing. Still, he wonders vaguely if he shouldn't be worried- at least a little, at the fact that his pathetic, worthless (yet still necessary) little has put him in such a situation. Not that it's a particularly dangerous one- just a bit worrisome. After all, there is only so long one can survive trapped under rubble with a limited supply of oxigen and not a speck in the way of food or water- though the water, he supposes, could be dealt with easily enough. The boy across from him notes the glances at his water bottles and lets out a sound between a growl and a hiss and vaguely, Itachi wonders if that's the noise a wounded pirhanna would make.

"Don't even think about it, Uchiha-bastard," and really, Suigetsu isn't going to call the pretty-boy (and he honestly thought they couldn't get much prettier than Sasuke, really he did!) asshole by his first name, not a chance. At least, not unless this bastard can give him a better deal than Sasuke.

A hand holds up one of his water bottles and pale violet eyes widen, moving to grasp at his hips to find the bottle on the left side missing.

"Asshole! Give that back!"

And Suigetsu doesn't care that Uchiha Itachi is an S-ranked criminal in the bingo book. He doesn't care that the bastard could probably kill him before he twitched in the direction of the water bottle. All he cares about is getting his water back and getting it back before the creepy brunet decides to rub it in more by drinking his water. For his part, Itachi is torn between amusement and amazement that, even knowing who he is, the other male still treats him like he would anyone else- probably like he treats his pathetic little brother. He's not sure if it's stupidity or bravery (the two are the same often enough to be interchangeable) but he's, at the very least the tiniest bit impressed that he's either that brave or that stupid.

"Didn't ya hear me? I said give. It. Back!" A hand moves toward the hilt of the ridiculously-oversized zanbatou and he would have swung it around, had his arm not hit the makeshift 'ceiling' of their current prison as he moved to do so. "...shit!"

Itachi's lips quirk into a half-smirk, very much amused, and the younger shinobi tosses him a dark glare that would make a man of a lesser calibur twitch in fear. As it stands, Itachi only raises a brow in return and does exactly what the former-mist-nin's eyes demand that he not do- he unscrews the cap of the bottle and takes a series of nice, prolonged gulps. He's not expecting the tackle that follows that action, and neither is the other, for an immediate 'oh shit' expression crosses his face as he hovers above the currently-downed Uchiha. Itachi only blinks back slowly and turns his head in the direction the water bottle went flying, eyelids lowering in displeasure as he watches the last of it drain onto the ground.

"...and now I have to steal the other," he says blandly up at Suigetsu, who grins sheepishly and reached for the other, tossing it at his head.

"G'ahead- it's already empty, asshole..!" He would have shared- if only to keep Sasuke from trying to kill him because he let Itachi die of something like dehydration. "Now I've gotta get what you drank back so I can try and get enough energy together for a water jutsu. Ass."

"And how, pray tell, are you going to do tha-"

And as Suigetsu's surprisingly smooth and rather moist lips cover his, Itachi can only think:

Cliché indeed.