Itachi's POV
Itachi's POV
I awoke a misty morning to find myself being embraced by Kisame. I brushed my head against his light blue torso. Right now, this is the most comforting thing in the world to me. "Itachi-san, are you okay now?" Kisame asked, stroking my long, black hair. I slowly nodded. "I'm glad." Kisame said caringly. Then, I found myself being pulled clower to his body and his lips pressed against my forehead. I blinked my eyes open to find Kisame gazing into my onyx eyes. "Heh, it's nice to see your eyes without your sharingan. It's comforting." Kisame spoke into my ear. I blushed faintly at his words. I opened my mouth to speak but Kisame put his finger to my lips, saying, "Shh. . . rest for now."