Guess who's back-back-back -danecs around stupidly- Hehehe. Did ya miss me?? No. XD lol jk I dunno I HATE THIS KEYBOARD

-laughs hysterically-

I'm so glad to finally be working on this again. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Also, this is in no way KisameXSasori. Or at least, it's not meant to be.

And...Warnings of OOCness. Deidara won't appear for some time now, but he'll be extremely out of character. Sasori I'll try to keep relatively in character...but yeah.

And please excuse extra typos and stuff; we've got a really suckie keyboard atm.

The soft tinkle of a bell brought the creator's attention away from his art for just a moment. He placed a reasurring hand on the android's knee and instinctively called, "Be right there!"

"No need to rush!" a friendly, familiar voice answered. The creator blinked, and a moment later a head of spikey blue hair appeared in the threshold. The head was followed by a grinning face with pale blue skin, broad chest and shoulders, and long legs.

Brown eyes lit up. "Kisame!"

"Hey, Sasori," the new arrival greeted happily. Despite his rather shark-like appearance, he was a very tall and handsome man. Not to mention his golden sense of humor, and kindness.

Kisame Hoshigaki was a traveling gene splicer who could usually be found at an apartment complex a few blocks down. He and Sasori had been best friends all throughout school, and though they went their separate ways after graduation, still met up every now and again.

"Just making sure you're still alive," the taller teased. Sasori laughed good-naturedly. He was rarely tempermental around the other man.

"Yes, yes, I've been eating a bit between my work and sleeping a few times a week like you told me to last month."

"...Sasori...that was three months ago."

"Was it? Ah, well."

The two buddies laughed and joked for a few minutes, before Sasori remebered the newest addition to his family, waiting patiently with his slender legs dangling over the edge of the cold table.

"Kisame, there's someone I'd like you to meet," he said softly, motioning to the boy. Kisame took a moment to admire the young android's looks before holding out a blueish hand in greeting.

"Kisame Hosigaki," he said, smiling.

The android remained silent, glancing with what appeared to be confusion at his creator. Aforementioned creator laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. He reached out, took the boy's hand oh-so delicately, and held it out to Kisame. Then, in so quiet and so loving a voice, murmured, "This is Itachi Uchiha."

"I-" Itachi made a soft coughing sound, as if testing his voice. The next words were almost hoarse. "I have a name?"

"Of course," Sasori answered, like a new parent would. He was still carefully grasping the pale synthetic wrist. Few people would actually be able to tell that the boy wasn't human. "Everyone has a name."

Itachi dropped his pretty eyes for a moment, then looked up with the slightest smile and readily shook Kisame's hand. The feel of it was rough, and surprised the boy a little. It wasn't like the cool, smooth touch of his creator, but he didn't mind.

Kisame gave the boy a toothy grin, which made him giggle. Itachi's unexpected giggle caused all of them to laugh. The hysterical laughing led to even more laughter, and when everyone calmed down, they were out of breath. Execpt for Itachi, of course, whose lung capacity exceeded that of his companions by almost twenty percent.

Wiping his eyes and smiling to himself, Sasori stood up and strode over to Itachi, who still sat quite happily on the metal table. "Just rest for a few hours, alright?" Itachi nodded and obediently lapsed into sleep mode. He looked just like a child, hunched against the wall with his small hands folded in his lap.

"Whoo," Kisame heaved a great sigh and stood to brush off his clothes. "I gotta say, 'Sori. You've really outdone yourself this time. Never seen eyes like his before."

"Yes," Sasori answered distractedly. "I thought I'd try something new, and there was the result."

"Hmm. Random experiment, eh? Been there, done that." Kisame liked to laugh, and so he did, quite often. "Anyway, down to business. Aside from a little checkup, I'm also here to abduct you."

Sasori sighed. In "normal people language," that meant "Let's go out and have some fun."

"And where, might I ask, do you plan on drawgging me to this time?"

"Just a little diner on the corner of Fourth and Chesapeake. I thought we could hang out, like old times." Sasori missed the old times too, and Kisame knew that. They both longed for a return to the past on occasion. "So...you in?"

"Very well," Sasori said after a pause. "Just let me get my coat."