Summery: You guys know the summery already. ;;

Notes: Sorry again for the super long update. So many factors caused this; my trip home for Christmas, my trip to Ohio-con (I was dressed as the one and only, Itachi), getting used to my new classes, me just being plain lazy. For now on, I won't say I'm doing two and three week updates…just expect the updates randomly, xD.

If I did own Naruto, Itachi-my dear would never turn out crazy. Sure the face was funny, but I am rather disappointed in the author making Itachi simply evil and crazy. I have never seen a show/story where the villain was completely evil since I was like 12…Well, I'll stick to saying Itachi-hun is not that evil…denial, probably on my side, xD, but hey I like him and want him to have more a deep personality.

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Keep It Quiet- Yeah, I think Kisame is rather nice too, when he's not shaving people with his sword. He seems to really care for Itachi, even in the show. Well, here's your wish, the 4th chapter.

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Kisame's Little Crush

A Not So Date to Starbucks

Once outside, I felt like it was in my best interested to change the situation with conversation.

"So Itachi-san, why didn't you have your health insurance card, your credit card, and your cash?" I inquire while walking next to my silent co-worker. "Your wallet was looking rather empty."

"Kisame, he speaks sternly as if he's about to tell me to shut up. To my surprise, he then lets out a sigh.

"Kisame, look…"he tiredly speaks as if he's had a long day at a boring 9 to 5 job.

"Yes?" I look at him, my curiosity peaked.

"That woman stole everything; my credit card, cash…" he says, opening up and telling me vaguely of what happened that particular night. My eyes widen in shock as

I watch him rub his forehead as if he's nursing a headache.

"What?!" From the little he told spawn millions of questions, all which I ask him right then and there. "How did she do it? Where were you? Why did you not go back and kill her? Shall I dispose of her for you? Where does she live? I'll hunt her down for you! What were you doing with her in the first place?"

"Kisame!" Itachi cuts me off from my rambling rather sharply and sighs again in annoyance. "First of all, she did it simply by sneaking into my coat and taking the wallet out, I assume…Second, I'm not going to tell you where I've been. I didn't get her because she was gone by the time I got up and she was no where in the vicinity. Trust me, I looked...and I cannot go back and dispose of her because I don't know where she lives. And I assume you know about her location as much as I do."

"We can search."

"No we cannot. If the Akatsuki finds out we are taking time off from our job to look for a female with no connection with the bijuu…anyway, just drop it. We have more important things to do."

"But we're on break!"

"Kisame!" he glares at me, as if to warn me to go on any further. We continue to walk in silence as I examine the situation in my head. Suddenly, something clicks and against better judgment, I decide to tell Itachi.

"Oh, I see!" I grin. "You don't want the Akatsuki to know that a hard ass criminal, such as yourself, been duped by a common female." I laugh at my joke.

"Kisame," Itachi warns, anger leaking into his voice. I glance out the corner of my eye, and notice the all too familiar red taking over the dark irises of his eyes. I quickly shut my mouth. Itachi walks on, his eyes in full sharingan.

(A/N: Sharingan are sexy…all of Itachi is sexy. I'll shut up now).

"Anyway, this is my situation, my business, and I advise you to stay out of it," he says curtly. He then pauses for a bit and sighs. "And to answer your last question, the reason why I did this is my business as well."

"It's so unlike you, though, Itachi-san," I say quietly, sensing a trace of embarrassment from the younger man. I look down to avoid eye contact; after all, I don't want to say something that'll cost me a trip into tsukiyomi. "Cavorting with some random female, letting your guard down like that…you must have been despe-."

"I was drunk," Itachi says bluntly, cutting me off. I know he's glaring at me now, I can feel those crimson eyes burning a hole into me. I'm pretty sure I said too much so I continue walking with my eyes to the ground.

"Besides, I have to…"

"Have to what?" I look up at him and he looks down, a slight blush on his face.

"I have to get my sex from somewhere," he confides.

"Ooh…"

"After all, who wants to date a convicted felon…and I haven't had any for a year."

"Sou desu, ne." ("I agree" in Japanese).

Guess, he's like any other twenty one year old male who just wants some "action" once in a while. I could understand, since I once was a hormone crazed 21 year old. What I don't understand is how he went with a complete stranger…after all, I bet some of the Akatsuki are gay. And you would think he'll go after me first, after all I am pretty close to him. Am I that much unattractive, I thought, feeling a tad bit rejected. Wait, why am I thinking about all this? Why should I care? I'm pretty sure I don't want my co-worker to hook up with me…ne? I shake my head, trying to rid my mind of some embarrassing thoughts. I look out the corner of my eye at Itachi and feel a blush coming on. He looks at me, one handsome eyebrow raised.

"Kisame."

"Yes?"

"You have been acting weird lately."

"How so?" I ask, feeling a bit nervous.

"You are blushing a bit and for third time today."

"Nani?" (What in Jap).

"First, after reading the magazines when the doctor called me in, second, when the doctor handed me the glasses to try on, and third, just now," he stops walking to think for a moment.

"Do you like the doctor?"

I do an anime fall, the kind people do when someone says something stupid. Well, I guess I don't have to explain myself.

"N-no," I say while getting up, smiling sheepishly. "Well…I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat. What do you have in mind?" I ask, quickly changing the subject.

"Dango."

"I don't mean sweets; I meant lunch…how about…" I look around my surroundings. "McDonalds," I grin while pointing at a McDonalds.

"No."

"White Castle?" I point at another location.

"No."

"Burger King?"

"No, Kisame."

"What then?"

"Starbucks," he begins to walk again before I can protest.

"But that's sweet stuff."

"I know. And you are paying since it's your turn."

I anime fall again. I swear, sometimes the boy pushes my buttons, knowing I'm not fond of sweets.

"What are you getting?" he cuts into my thoughts, studying the menu in the Starbucks.

"Itachi-san, you know I don't…" I notice the woman in front of us taking her rich dark java chip mocha frapp, which changed my mind on refusing the sweet drinks. It looks good I must say.

"That one," I point at the woman's drink. Itachi looks at me and narrows his eyes.

"Thought you didn't like sweets, Kisame."

"Well, no…but you wanted to come here."

"Not everything is sweet," he points toward some sandwiches. I look at one which was marked at $5.95. (A/N: seriously).

"Takai des ne…" (Too expensive, right). I study the menu some more. "And the prices on these drinks, outrageous, ne?"

" Hurry up, Shark Dude!" We don't have all day!" Someone behind us yells. I turn around to glare at the man, then look at Itachi, about to ask for his permission to use my sword.

"Order now, Kisame" was his reply.

"Um…" I look back up at the menu.

"Now are you going to order a drink or argue with your little boyfriend there!" The same man shouts. Others in line giggle at his comment. I feel heat spreading across my face in result.

"Caramelmochafrappacino! I blurt at the barista, choosing a random drink on the menu I know nothing about. I feel Itachi's eyes on me. I know my face has got to be a deep shade of purple by now.

(A/N: I can't recall the drinks' names from the top of my head, so sorry if I'm naming fictional drinks).

"And a green tea frappacino. I'm with him," he tells the barista, then turns to the man in line. "We are simply co-workers, nothing more, nothing less."

At this comment, I felt my stomach drop.

Let's just say, the walk home was rather quiet and awkward.

KisaIta KisaIta

"Tobi! Get out now!" Deidara yells from the kitchen. "And don't touch…" I hear a crash in the kitchen. I shrug and continue my lonesome game of Halo 3 on the family room floor. It is already evening and those two are always arguing, and quite frankly, I'm not in the mood to be the middle man tonight.

A patter of footsteps reaches my ears and I took to see Tobi running into the family room.

"Kisame-san, hide me!" Tobi tells me in between giggles and ducks behind me.

"Where Is He?!" Deidara yells charging into the family room, with a huge scowl on his face. He starts to shape a clump of clay in his hands. "I'll blow him to kingdom come!"

"You know," I cut him off. "Leader-sama would be pretty displeased if you destroy the family room again. And Kakuzu-san will have your head if he has to pay for house repairs again."

"You're no fun, uun," he humph. "Since when you cared anyway? Thought you appreciated my art, Kisame-no-Danna?"

"I…do. I'm just not in the mood today."

"Yeah, you don't look too happy, Kisame-san," Tobi says wearily as he slowly creeps out from behind me. "Let me cheer you up," he starts to pat my back.

"Why, what happened?" Deidara asks.

"Eh…I don't feel like talking about it"

"Why?" Tobi inquires.

"Because I don't."

"Why?"

"Uh…"

"Tobi, get out," Deidara sternly commands the annoying Akatsuki.

"Why? Why should I?"

"Get. Out. Now."

"Fine, fine," Tobi skips out of the room. He mumbles "wet blanket" under his breath. Deidara throws a sofa pillow, knocking Tobi upside the head. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"OUT! NOW!"

Tobi scurries out like a little rat.

"You are no fun, Deidara-san!" Tobi shouts from down the hall.

"See if I care!" Deidara hollars and slams the door and faces me. "That damn Tobi…anyway, where were we?"

"Um…nothing…"

"Oh yeah! Why you look so down, Kisame-no-Danna?" He asks, disregarding my last reply. "Did your mission to the eye doctor go well, un? Did Itachi-san piss you off…that damn weasel, yeah. I'm going to make him appreciate my art one day, un!" Deidara goes off onto a tangent, having an ADD moment. "I bet he looked down on your art today, un. Did he? I'll teach him something, yeah."

"I don't do art, Deidara-san," I state. "And Itachi-san did not piss me off…I guess."

"What does 'I guess' mean?"

"It means nothing."

"Yes it does. Or else you would not have said it, un."

"Look, just leave me alone," I sigh, while grabbing my hair in frustration. "You are too inquisitive, Deidara-san."

"Did you just call me nosey?"

"Mm…yes. Sorry."

"Hmph!" He scowls and stomps to the door.

"Deidara-san," I call after him, not really feeling like I wanted to be left alone. I'm kind of in the mood to talk, to sort these feelings.

"Un?" he pauses, his hand on the door handle, about to open.

"I…Lets have a little chat, shall we?"

"….ok, un," he turns around and joins me on the floor, sitting Indian style. I pause my game.

"What's up?"

"Um…" I stare at the 360 controller in hands. "…I'm really confused. I don't understand myself at times anymore, my feelings…make no sense."

"What the hell you are talking about, un," he raises a perfect blond eyebrow in confusion.

"About today. About this whole week…"

"Make sense, man, yeah!"

"I don't know…why I feel so awkward around Itachi-san sometimes," Noticing I have Deidara's full attention, I explain everything...rather incoherently. "I felt rather down when Itachi-san forced me to walk home alone from the club, I took this teen magazine on how to tell if you have a crush and Itachi popped in my mind and I blushed when he tried on his glasses and I blush when the doctor asked if we were together…." I pause for a breather.

"Wait! Wait a minute…what?!"

I sigh and explain everything again, slowly. "I felt rather rejected when Itachi-san left me at the club. I don't know why… Then I took this quiz on how to tell if you have a crush and Itachi crossed my mind… I thought he looked cute in his glasses when he tried them on. I don't know if that's normal. Almost everyone points out and ask if we are dating. I shouldn't care but it makes me blush. And I'm always wanting to please him."

Deidara stares at me with one blue eye, wide in astonishment and I look down at my hands in embarrassment again.

"Sorry for rambling, Deidara-san. This makes no sense…you probably think I'm going crazy," I sigh, still looking down. "I probably am going crazy."

"No, no. you are not, uun."

I look up at him and he looks down at his hands. "…I know how you feel. I'm going through the same thing, yeah," He opens his palms and stares at the mouths on his hands, which he opens and closes repeatedly.

"W-what do you mean, may I ask, Deidara-san?"

"I went through this many times before and I'm going through it right now," he says cryptically while staring at those mouths, now sticking their tongues out.

"Wha-"

"You always want that person near; feeling empty when they are far away, feeling jealous when they are with someone else, rejoicing when they spend time with you…is that correct, un?"

"Y-yes…maybe…"

"Ah, un," he puts his hands together and made them French kiss. "Mmm."

"Deidara-san, please don't do that in front of me," I tell him, feeling a flushed grin creep onto my face.

"Oh, sorry, un," Deidara wipes his hands on his pants. "It's just…I feel…I want Sasori-no-danna, un."

I feel my eyes widen, feeling a bit surprised.

I always want him to be by my side, to acknowledge my art, un. I want to rub my hands through his silky red hair, kiss his soft lips, touch his…"

"Okay! Enough…what does that have to do with my odd feeling?"

"Oh, simply put, Kisame-no-Danna," Deidara looks up at me, a huge grin creeping onto his face. "You are in love with Itachi-san!"

"What! My heart skips a beat. My face heats up and starts to burn.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Your feelings aren't abnormal at all, uun. You have a crush on that damn Uchiha!" he looks back down at his hands again, smiling manically. "I understand it all. I just don't know how to approach Sasori…this is you and this is Itachi-san," he puts his hands together to make out again, caught in another ADD moment.

"Deidara-san, please!" I swear this boy does have ADD. I wouldn't be surprised.

"Sorry, un," he wipes his hands on his pants again and giggles. "Tell you what," the artist grins looking back up at me, blue eye shining.

"What?" I ask, a bit annoyed with the make out hand spectacle.

"I tell Sasori-no-Danna how I feel and you tell that asswipe, and we will have each other to lean for support."

"A-alright…but what if I'm not in love with Itachi-san? What if it's something else? I can't be gay, especially for a co-worker, ne?"

"Believe me, you are, un. Those feelings are no lie. I've been through it, un."

Figures, being the playboy with the weird hands. Deidara does get more action than the rest of us I'll admit…so does that mean I'm getting good advice…

"If you say so."

"Alright," he slaps his hands on his pants as if the discussion is coming to a close. "I tell, you tell, and we'll report our findings to each other. Understand?"

"Hai."

"Alright," the blond artist says while getting up. "Nice talking to you, Kisame-no-Danna. Ja-matta," he hops to the door and opens it. "And sweet dreams about having some Uchiha in you," he giggles and run out right before I got the chance to throw a sofa pillow at him.

KisaIta KisaIta

Author's P.O.V.

Deidara runs down the hall towards his room. There he finds Tobi standing in front the door.

"Someone has a cruuush," the childish young man giggles, blocking Deidara's door.

"Tobi. Move," the bomb artist snarls. "I don't have time for your shit tonight, uun."

Tobi, not heading Deidara's threat, starts to sing.

"Deidara and Sasori, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…" At that moment, Sasori walks out of his own room down the hall. Deidara's face loses all color, seeing his object of desire heading in their direction.

"Shut it, Tobi!" Deidara hisses and grabs the masked man's arm to squeeze. Despite that, Tobi continues.

"First comes love, then comes marriage, than comes Deidara with the baby carriage!" At that, Deidara punches Tobi square in the mask. The young man slams into the door and onto the floor from the force of the blow.

"OW!"

"What's going on here, Deidara?" Sasori inquires, now standing in front of them.

"N-nothing, Sasori-no-Danna!" Deidara blushes. "Tobi is just being a pain as usual," he opens his door and walks in, not before kicking Tobi in the stomach.

"Ow!"

"Oh," Sasori raises one copper colored eyebrow. He walks on to the kitchen as Deidara closes his door, both forgetting Tobi who lies in a heap on the floor.

Wow, this is by far the longest chapter I've wrote. I had to separate typing it in like several days. Nothing to say, except expect updates at anytime, can be a week or month, xD. ::drags Itachi to her room:: ; ) Yeah..I like him way too much, xD ::hugs::…which is kind of weird since I'm typing a yaoi story…than again I don't mind seeing my cartoon crush in yaoi situations…weird. ::continues to bother Itachi::

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