Bottom of a Bottle Ch 3
"Drinking isn't going to make her love you," Kisame says, throwing his suit jacket on a chair in Amai's apartment when he gets back from the wedding reception. Itachi had gone back there, not remembering where his hotel was. He's still drunk.
"It makes it hurt less," He slurs, sounding a little pathetic, as he raises the bottle top to his mouth. "It's like Novocain for your heart,"
"It's also like cyanide for your liver," Kisame retorts, taking the bottle out of his weak grip and setting it on the table. "Stop drinking,"
"You're not my mom," He slurs and reaches for the bottle again, his hand shaking.
"Look, I know you miss her, okay? I get it," The fish-man says as Itachi knocks over the bottle, his eyes filling with tears at the spilled "cyanide."
"No you don't, you have Amai and Michi." He almost-whimpers. Kisame rolls his eyes and sits down at the table across from him.
"That doesn't mean I haven't lost her before," The taller of the two says but shakes his head. "Look, she's married now. But to a ninja. If you wait long enough, Kakashi will die and you'll have a chance again. But you have to stop drinking."
"Why?" Itachi looks up looking like a kicked puppy.
"Because if you want to win her back, you have to be alive to do it."
The End