Itachi and Kisame Share a Tent
"Kisame, I'm bored."
The blue-skinned man rolled his eyes and groaned. Itachi was certainly powerful—there was no faulting that—but the guy was also a total dick. Hoping for some sort of reprieve, Kisame palmed his face and grumbled.
"Oh god no."
"Tell me a story."
Fucking balls. Not this shit again. Dragging his hands down from his face, Kisame rolled over in his sleeping bag and glared at his partner, receiving only a constant, level stare.
"Tell me about how you were cursed to be a weird fish-man."
Goddammit. Kisame inhaled a deep, calming breath, and sighed in the long-suffering way that usually only parents can manage.
"I wasn't cursed. I've told you this before, you know. I was born this way."
"I thought you were a prince who got cursed by an evil fairy to look like a shark."
"Well, I'm not."
Itachi stared at him in silence.
"Do we need to kidnap a princess to kiss you better?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Itachi rolled onto his back and stared at the tent roof. After a few moments of peace, Kisame thought the teen had let the matter drop. He rolled on his side and started to close his eyes.
"All you need is love, Kisame."
Goddammit.
"Go to sleep, Itachi."
Another few seconds of silence passed, then:
"My parents used to say that, you know."
Kisame wisely stopped speaking.
AN: This is a scene from later on in one of the stories I'm writing. I figured I'd give it to you early as a teaser of sorts. This takes place on their journey to Konoha for the Chuunin Exam aftermath.