Kisame couldn't hold back a chuckle this time.
There Itachi stood, on top of a hill, staring down at the swarm of weasels now facing him. Kisame took a moment to rest his hand on his partner's-in-crimes shoulder. He thought it was ridiculous when he had 3 or 4 weasels following him around last week, however the entire population now following him around and currently bowing down to him—priceless.
His jaw parted only for a brief moment before his composure returned. His eyes shifting in the moonlight, becoming sliver.
Pain walks up right beside them confused of why the leader of the pair is frozen and the fish is struggling to hold back laughter. He immediately steps back the moment he sees the sight. Itachi by now has a blush flaring across his face, especially as the other members of the Akatsuki began to arrive behind them. The group mission with Itachi & Kisame in the lead was completely forgotten.
Hidan busts out laughing at the sight, "Itachi are you their like... fucking KING or some shit?" He gives a chuckle before continuing, "command them to do something!". Itachi stares at the population before Hidan, pondering on whether or not to actually do something.
After all, Hidan's idea's were never typically for the benefit.
A brief hope ignites in Itachi, could he just be at the wrong place at the wrong time? A coincidence? He waves over the crowd; only for the dreaded to happen.
They bow lower and chant.
'Oh dear Kami...'
Itachi thought dreadfully, especially as Hidan's laughter doubled. However a thought crossed the King Weasels mind, Mangekyou Sharingan flickered. Smooth words slipped from fine lips all too easily,
"Attack."
Thousands of eyes turned sliver, matching the moon and moved in unison—following allong the arm of their leader, along his pointed finger... The furiously furry army locked onto Magenta eyes and Sliver hair.
This wasn't so bad... oh maybe this could be useful.