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Naruto, and the characters therein, are the property of Masashi Kishimoto. I am in no way affiliated with Kishimoto, or VIZ Productions.
.: Itachi POV :.So everyone believes Kisame is a blue freak, with his shark like looks and beady eyes. His fetish for blood is also out of the norm but when I think of the missing-mist-nin, I think of the kind, the sweet, the sexy man who held me, explained to me and most of all loved me…
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I had been in the Akatsuki for roughly a week when he taught me my first lesson, it was the oddest thing to have to teach someone too. Well at the time I thought it was the oddest thing. I'd been staring at the large pile of dirty dishes for over an hour, the bottle of detergent on the sink and I had absolutely no clue how to wash them, the dishes that is.
Which is rather laughable when you think about it. Here I am, a thirteen year old mass murder, a genius who happens to be confused over a simple house hold chore, and in walks my six and a half foot, blue skinned partner.
"What the hell are you doing boy?" he demanded in that gravelly voice that I found strangely soothing, which I'm sure had something to do with the fact that he was the only person I'd ever met with such a voice. Thus, when he spoke I found it impossible to slip away into the memories that tormented me.
"You do know that glaring at them won't do them right…" he asked and I blinked and walked forward taking hold of the bottle of yellow liquid and began to read the back. Silence surrounded us, before he asked in shock, "You don't know how to do the dishes do you?"
I let the question hang there as I read the back then, having found no answers I shook my head putting the bottle back, "It was mothers job," I told him softly. Sighing he walked over and turned on the tap while putting a round plastic cork type thing into the sink.
"Okay, heres what you do," he said and thus my first lesson began, it was rather funny actually, as he squirted the yellow chemical into the water, bubbles quickly forming as the water level rose. Steam hovering over the water as he spoke, giving me simple instructions on an obviously easy, tedious job.
Even staying as I did them, drying them as he talked about the mission we were about to go on, my very first as a member of the Akatsuki, a relatively simple retrieval mission. Our target a forbidden scroll.
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I wasn't sure what to make of the mission by the end, it had been ridiculously easy to achieve and even as we walked along, the sound of Kisame's huge feet snapping twigs on the path a welcome distraction. I'd begun counting the number of snaps I heard, as neither of us had anything to say or more, Kisame had either run out of things to tell me and I wasn't much help in the conversation department.
I don't like to talk, or rather had been taught that to speak without necessity was a waste of time, a waste of words and that no one truly cared about what I had to voice. I was a tool to be used, not a person, not a son, not a brother or a cousin, I was a weapon, born and breed and my thoughts were my own as tools where unimportant and expendable.
The fact that I had even gotten into the Akatsuki was a testament to my skills and the fact that I was once again a tool, a thing, a weapon.
"Itachi…why did you kill your clan?" Kisame asked and I startled, my only reaction, only visible recognition of surprise begin the rapid succession of blinks my eye lids made. Three in total, before I settled and looked up and over to Kisame, Kisame who walked at my side, yet almost an arms length away, as if he didn't want to be close to me. Understandable I guess.
"…It was time," I said looking forward, my straw hat covering my head, the cloak the bottom part of my face, only my eyes, temples and the bridge of my nose visible, though slightly obscured by my bangs.
"For?"
"…" I wanted to explain, to tell him of the events that had lead to the death of my clan, my family but was sworn to secrecy, and I doubted he would believe me anyway. Sometimes I wondered if I had it right, if it had been the mission and the Hokage and his counsel that had ordered it and not some hallucination brought on by guilt and pain and fatigue.
"Okay, why did you leave your brother alive?" he asked and I winced, mentally and my stomach muscles clenched. That was a topic of much debate, everyone knew, from the fire nation to the sand, every nation knew of my 'betrayal' and the fact that only Sasuke, my seven year old little brother was the only survivor other than me.
He had been unhurt…for the most part.
"It was not time," I said, needing to at least give him something to appease his curiosity. What I really meant was it wasn't time, I loved him and until I stoped, which I doubted I would, I would never be able to kill my little Sasuke.
He stoped small eyes narrowed on me as I turned to look at him, Samehada strung across his back, his cloak making him looked very blockish, the colours clashing with his pigmentation and eyes.
"Look if you don't want to fucking answer don't, but don't ever lie to me, got it kid," he snapped and I nodded looking away, I hadn't lied, I had been vague. But the hurt that radiated from my chest told me that even if he was wrong I didn't like him yelling at me, I didn't like him angry with me.
And I knew I hated the fact that he could barely stand to be in my presence.
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The rest of the walk was quiet; again the only sounds other than that of the forests around us the snap of twigs under his feet as he strolled lazily at my side, having taken into account the length of my legs and the shortness of my strides.
And for once the silence between us was strained, lingering thoughts and feelings, unvoiced things hung between us, his hurt, his belief that I had lied and my hurt that he would believe such a thing. And the others noticed, and some seized upon our…distance. As soon as we were debriefed and given a few days off, as was customary for the group, give wounds time to heal if you had them or just time to rest so you would be ready for the next mission, Orochimaru was instantly near me.
Instantly trying to get us alone and unfortunately it wasn't all that hard. I had not tried to make friends with any of the group, a tool does not need friends and the one person I had come to rely on to keep the creep away from me, though I would never admit it had just walked away and out of sight.
"Ssso, Itachi-sssan, how wasss your missssion?" the paedophile asked and I stared at him, hoping that my eyes didn't show my fear, my disgust at the snake like ninja. Watching him with bored eyes for a moment I turned and left, walking lazily away, as if I didn't want to run off and hide behind Kisame. This approach to the problem didn't work and the man followed, watching me with those eerie yellow eyes and clammy skin glowing under the harsh lights.
The kitchen too was empty, everyone else somewhere unknown, somewhere that was far from Orochimaru and I, somewhere that they wouldn't see. And just as he went to touch me Deidara sauntered in his blond hair bobbing happily as he walked to my side.
"Hay Itachi, un" he said, ignoring the very irritated look on Orochimarus face and I had to keep the relief off of mine. "What's up 'tween, you and fish face, un?" he asked and I shrugged turning to the fridge, happily listening to the sounds of Orochimaru's retracting steps and the chatter that fell from Deidara's mouth.
Filling me in on what had passed and I wondered if he thought himself my friend.
"Hay, 'tachi, un," he called and I turned from the stove, Kisame had shown me how to make a few simple meals, easily prepared and cooked. His single blue eye looked sad, wary.
"You are my friend right, un?" he asked and the surprise I felt must have shown because he smiled slightly, "If that is what you wish, Deidara-san."
AN; I am placing a request for prompts, a word or sentence, even a quote or a song, for a new one shots in any of the following categories, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Naruto, InuYasha, Twilight and Loveless. Please state the pairing you would like and weather or not it is a romance.
