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A/N: Um...I'm running out of things to say...

Sleep is a Bad Thing

A young sixteen year old girl was found deceased today in her locked bedroom...Medical records state that she died from blood loss...

"...Cut her wrists...Bled out...Horrible, tragic death..."

...The only daughter of Metaru Noburu, Tsukiko was...

...Only other living relative is her brother, traveling under the alias "Hoshigaki Kisame." An S-ranked rogue-nin and former member of the Seven Swordsmen...whereabouts are currently unknown...

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A pair of vermilion eyes glowed in the darkness, the silence interrupted by only the snores of a sharkman.

Kisame stirred in his bed across the room. I frowned. How could he sleep so peacefully? Foolishness. Did he trust me so much that he showed his vulnerable side to me? He'll die with that presumption.

But I didn't kill him. After all, he was a reminder that sleep was a bad thing.

Kisame stirred again, this time reaching out for...what? He whimpered when his hand met nothing, when he didn't find what he sought.

It wasn't often that I allowed myself the indulgence of wondering. Thinking back, doubting yourself, hesitating. Those were a Shinobi's greatest enemies. But I couldn't help it this time. I wondered.

This night, like so many others, Kisame fell asleep quickly. In this state you were most vulnerable, yet he embraced it so eagerly. His Samehada stored huge amounts of chakra and I had seen for myself that Kisame could survive on this reserve for several days straight. Why, then, did he rest? Why did he purposely make himself weak?

I, myself, would never allow myself to become weak like Kisame. Sleep was when you remember, when you regret. I see ahead, to my own future, not to the past.

Sleep was a bad thing.

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The next morning I woke up to hear Itachi's breathing, shallow and irregular. I smiled. He'd probably spent all night watching me, thinking. I know he is confused. I know he'll never understand.

Sleep was when her ghost comes back. Sleep was when she was still alive, still tormenting me. Sleep was when I was closest to her.

Uchiha Itachi, who murdered his own clan, his family, will never understand.

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A/N: Yeah, very short but it conveys what I'm trying to say right? Well, that was Itachi "wondering" if you didn't figure it out.

And I REALLY didn't want her last name to be Hoshigaki (what does that mean again?)...So, I'm making "Hoshigaki Kisame" a nickname of sorts.

Any thoughts on his first name? I might use it. Maybe.

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