Mistaken Identity
By: Silverwolf
Bored people watch the scene a head. Kisame gets the idea to hug the male cleaning a cage from behind. Besides as many times as something had happened within the group it wouldn't matter. It's not like he would care.
Kisame creeps closer; placing his arms around the muscular waist of the male in front of the group. "What the hell?" The words send Kisame looking at the male in front of them. Surprisingly it they all had not been drinking they would've noticed. Deidara laughs loudly, "that isn't Itachi, drunk ass."
They all laugh as the male in front turns around. Kisame watches a pair of cold onyx eyes stare. "Look I don't care about what all you do among each other. Don't include me. I'm not Itachi."
The narrowed onyx send Kisame back a bit. "I thought you were." "Well, I'm not. Don't ever touch me again." The rest of the group laughs. Kisame sighs. He knows it's pissed off Sasuke. He also knows why the others were just watching. The younger Uchiha returns to cleaning out cages, his hair still hidden by the dark bandana.