AN:
JK: Uhm...well...no real excuse except for two reasons...1) Am I the only person who thinks Mr. High-and Mighty Uchiha Itachi needs to be taken down a few pegs? (plz answer!) 2) Bit (BIT?!) of an obsession with...erm...(blushes)
Itachi: (sighs) She has raging hormones, people. Deal with it.
JK: Teenage years rock and suck...(sighs) don't blame me, please. FF's motto is 'Unleash Your Imagination', and after watching Itachi boss Kisame around, I figured it was time to knock him down a few pegs. Don't go bitching that Itachi was OOC. I don't wanna hear it. Hell, I'll freaking laugh.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my perverted, hormone-driven mind.
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A trained dog.
That's what our dear sharky friend Kisame feels like. And guess who has the other end of the short leash?
"Drop it, Kisame. We didn't come here to start a war. Tempting as it is, this is not the way to go." Yup. His long-term partner, Uchiha Itachi. Kisame had always secretly wondered if Itachi would start saying commands like 'Sit.', 'Lay down.', or 'Roll over.' That would be the freaking last straw. Unfortunately, the last straw had already been dropped again and again.
Kisame never had the guts to do anything, though. Not that he was a coward or anything, it's just, well, he didn't want to do anything to upset Itachi. He didn't actually know what WOULD upset Itachi, but he didn't want to risk anything.
But, knowing the torturing mind of our favorite Uchiha, Kisame would snap in a matter of time.
In fact, it was right after they checked into their hotel before they went to confront Naruto. (They stayed in the same hotel)
Kisame's diary and a laptop in the hands of Uchiha Itachi is a terrible thing. Speaking of which, said Uchiha was seated cross-legged on his half of the bed, laptop on his lap (where the hell else is it really supposed to go? Wait, don't answer that) and Kisame's diary open in his free hand. This, my dear friends, is our beloved weasel's way of overcoming boredness. Putting excerpts of Kisame's diary on the Internet.
Kisame came up the stairs and opened the door without knocking to tell Itachi that Naruto was on his way. Unfortunately, no knocking meant no warning, and Itachi was so wrapped up in his currant task, that he didn't sense Kisame. In short, Itachi was caught red-handed. Fortunately, Itachi isn't the kind of person to lose his cool.
"Hello, Kisame."
"Itachi-san? What are you doing?"
"..."
"Itachi? Answer me."
"Since when do I answer to you?"
"Since now."
"I don't think so, Kisame. Did you find anything out?"
"Hey! Answer me first!"
"Read my lips. I. Don't. Think. So." Itachi said calmly, entering the previous date's entry.
"Read mine. TELL. ME. NOW."
"...I'm on the Internet."
"Where?"
"That, I will not say."
"Is it one of THOSE sites?"
"Erk-!"
"Itachi-san, it's okay to be a little hormone-driven..." Kisame started. Itachi was so disgusted he dropped the conveniently-hidden diary. "Eh?" Kisame retrieved it before Itachi could pick it up, gazing at the cover. "Is this my...?! It is! What the hell were you doing with it?!"
"...Nothing."
"Don't give me that!"
"Kisame! Lest you forget who you're talking to, drop the tone!" Itachi retorted, shutting down his laptop and placing it on the small desk in the room.
"I know full well who I'm talking to." Kisame snarled, approaching his partner. "A selfish brat who needs to have the rug pulled out from beneath him." Itachi stepped off the carpet.
"Can't do that now."
"You...little..."
Elapsed Snapping Time: .2 seconds.
"C'mere, now!"
"Why?"
"NOW!!" Kisame yelled. Itachi staggered backward. Kisame never got angry. Ever.
"...F-Fine." Cautiously, Itachi approached Kisame, ready to attack. He was not ready to be shoved back toward the bed and flung over his partner's knees, however, and the suddenness of it all gave Itachi no time to form a hand-sign. "What the...?! Kisame?!"
"Quiet." Kisame replied, busing himself with the task at hand. By that, he was moving Itachi's Akatsuki cloak out of his way.
"What do you think you're DOING?! Let me go!" Itachi demanded, trying to break Kisame's iron grip on him. (Damn! He's physically stronger then me...I'm at his mercy...What the hell is he DOING?!) "Let go! I don't know who you think you a-" WHAP "Ah!" Itachi's little rant was interrupted by a sharp swat to his rear, causing a small yelp of pain. It took three or four more swats for Itachi to realize his position. "Oh, Jesus." WHAP "Ah!"
"Itachi-san, be quiet." Kisame scolded lightly, continuing the sharp swats to his partner's rear.
"Ah! Kisame! Ah! Let go! O-Our mission! We...ah! Have to c-complete it!" Itachi argued, steamed that he was being treated like a child. Angrier still that it actually hurt.
"Apologize first."
"For what?!"
"My diary."
"Ow! Okay, fine! I'm sorry!" Itachi spat. Kisame sighed, but let him up anyway. He DID have a point. Itachi staggered out the door, closely followed by Kisame.
(Something tells me that this won't be the last time, Itachi-san...)
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AN:
JK: I want to see this as a kind of a fun little fic that I can write over time. Not every chapter will contain spanking, though. I'm actually trying to get a bond going between our favorite weasel and shark. May or may not be discontinued. I don't know. I'm abandoning stories rapid-fire, and I don't want anyone to complete them for me. Hope this will turn out okay. JK is signing out to go find Hurt/Comfort KisaIta fics! ...Man, I love angst.
