SHADOW-SORCERESS13, I LOVE YOU.
Sorry for the randomnosity, but she's been giving me the LONGESSSST reviews ever, and they've just been encouraging me soo much!!! Half the time, it's cause of her i feel i have to post up more quickly, so thank HER for the updates, peoplez!!! XD
Not to say i've forgotten my other review-ers :DDDDD You're AWESOMEZ too XD
I love long reviews, *hint hint* really, really LOOOOOOOONG reviews... *gets shot for shameless-nosity* X.x

Lol!! Just to clarify, Tobi is NOT, i repeat, is NOT Madara Uchiha here. He's reporting to someone named Madara Uchiha back in Japan at the Uchiha house, who reports to Itachi's father. Just to clear things up, if there's any confusion. I know about the whole Tobi-Obito-Madara saga, but i decided to tweak it a bit, ok? Please, no flames I am not heat resistant, God DAMMIT.
Plus, I know i haven't emphasized sooo much on Kakuzu's money grubbing personality thing. Let's ignore that for now, and focus on his COLD and SICKLY and AIRSICK side :)
Itachi and Kisame now, ok :D Skipping time somewhat.

The story will be moving somewhat faster, hope you like it just the same anyway They're in AMERICA now XD

Itachi lugged his carry on, nodding to the staff as they politely waved goodbye. He allowed one of his earphones to tumble carelessly out of his ear, and flipped his long hair out of his face with annoyance, something he had to do about a million times a day. It got annoying after awhile, no matter how good it looked, and he hadn't had time to tie it before they got off the plane. The time difference was getting to him. Kisame picked up his carry on. "Can you tie up your hair? Because you look like you're having a neck spasm, trying to flip it back so often." he joked, and Itachi rollled his eyes before nodding, taking a hair band off his wrist from under his sleeve. With practised fingers, he skillfully tied his hair neatly into a ponytail.

Kisame watched him in amusement, and Itachi grew used to him watching him. The night before, they had an awkward time sitting next to each other after what had happened in the Lounge, but Kisame had apologised, and Itachi had granted him a reprieve from silent treatment because he'd said it so nicely. And besides, Kisame's face had been dangerously close to him, and if he'd been just a little closer...

'STOP. EEET.' Itachi shouted at himself internally, cutting his thoughts off before it got too... you know. Kisame lugged his carry on slingbag and pulled it over his head, and held Itachi's black and red Krumpler under his arm. "Where to?" he asked, and Konan turned to smile at them. Deidara and Hidan were still trying to shake the sleep out of their eyes, though Tobi was looking pretty energetic, and Itachi was well alert. He could be a morning person if he wanted to. Yes, it was morning. It's 10:32am, to be precise. The time lapse was confusing till Itachi had asked all of them to adjust their watches to the timing on the Airport clock.

Pein looked over Konan's shoulder at them. "After we clear security, we collect luggage. After that, we get our instruments and find the guy that'll take us to the hotel." he said, and Konan nodded. "There, you'll be given the after noon for jetlag's sake, and then we head to dinner." Kisame nodded, and Deidara asked, "Is the night free or taken?" Hidan grinned, and Konan smiled again. "Up to you guys. If you want to practise, by all means, a soundproof studio will be provided." Itachi considered this and nodded. First of all, security. One thing at a time.

He fumbled with his earphones, and twirled them around the music playing device. He turned to Kisame, who was talking to Kakuzu in an animated way, and the masked man was responding an an extremely UN-animated way. He tapped him lightly on the shoulder. Kisame turned around and saw Itachi holding out his hadn. He smiled and handed it back, and Itachi turned away, a quiet thanks. Their back to each other, Kisame continued talking to Kakuzu, thought not really focusing on the subject as much as before. Itachi felt around the inside of his bag for his passport, his fringe over his face.

"Itachi, un?" Itachi sighed. "What is it, Deidara, do you have your passport out yet?" "Yeah, un... well, Hidan told me, un." "Hidan told you what, Deidara?" Itachi rolled his eyes, as he checked his folders for his pass card and found it. "About you and Kisame, un, in the business cabin thing, un." Itachi looked up at Deidara, who shifted awkwardly as he ran his fangers through his blonde hair. "Look, just relax, ok? You look like you're over it already, un." Deidara said, and Itachi sighed, reaching back down into his bag. "I don't know if i want to get over it..." he muttered to Deidara, who frowned in confusion.

'It's just that...' Itachi turned away from Deidara, who had begun to ask a question. Knowing he was being rude, but didn't really care for the moment. 'I haven't loved or been loved for so long. Always trapped in that house or in that equally oppressive school.' Itachi pulled out his Visa Pass and walked back to the group. 'The last time has got to be over 5 years ago. And it ended after a few weeks, slightly more than 2 months.' he thought. He looked at Kisame and wondered if Kisame was thinking about him at all. Which made him feel pretty pathetic, so he tuned out to pay attention to what the others were talking about.

"...ok, let's go." Pein ended, and Itachi just followed Tobi, who raced ahead next to Deidara and Hidan. He hung behind them, and Konan walked next to him. "Hey Itachi," she asked, "Did something happen between you and Kisame??" she asked, and Itachi looked at her. What the heck. Tobi saw it, he told Hidan about it, who told Deidara about it. What's the difference if one more person knew. "I fell on top of him during an air turbulence, that's all." Itachi said simply, and Konan stoned for a minute, standing at the same spot without moving, so that Kisame whammed into her, his attention directed at Zetsu, who was telling him what a fast learner Tobi was.

"Oww!! No offense Konan san, but what the heck are you doing?" Kisame said, rubbing his shoulder. She turned to glare at him, and he looked taken aback. Pein, shuffling a few documents for the clearance, said, "Just walk on. Do not provoke." They decided to follow his advice and Konan glared at him as he walked past, but Itachi noticed, with less vigour. Then she turned to Itachi and her look softened. They put their passes on the counter for the staff to approve, and came out at the other end, making for luggage collection.

"So... How do you feel?" she asked, and Itachi looked emotionless. And suddenly, as she looked closely, thoughtful. "Well, i don't know. I'm unable to articulate it well." he replied, and Konan laughed, amused. "Ok, then what happened when you kissed him? Did he..." "I did not KISS him, I fell ON TOP of him, which UNFORTUNATELY, resulted in our LIPS MEETING, so techinically, NEITHER of us came onto each other. Clear?" Itachi interuptted, and Konan glimpsed his icy glare before nodding quickly. "Yeah, crystal." inner Konan was screaming with fright.

Itachi watched as Kisame turned to wait for them. They laid their passes on the table, nodding curtly as the staff stamped their cards and passes. Getting their papers back, and several curious stares from the Americans, Itachi and Konan went over to the other side of Security. "Ok, to Luggage." Pain instructed, pointing in the direction, and they followed his lead sombrely. As they waited, Kisame tapped Itachi on his shoulder. "Are you ok?" he asked, concerned, and Itachi looked away. "I'm fine. Is that yours?" He said, pointing at a luggage bag to avoid unwanted questions. Kisame seemed to get the hint, nodding after replying the luggage wasn't his, and not prompting further discussion.

As they ran their bags under the last security check, Konan and Pein pushed them out through the glass doors. Shaking out his raven hair, Itachi could make out 2 people, a boy and a girl, making their way toward the group. Tobi grinned as they stopped. Taking off his orange shades, he shouted "HELLO AMERICA!!!" Deidara and Hidan hit his head at the same time. Itachi, however, sighed as he looked at his new surroundings.

'Yes,' He thought, glancing at Kisame. 'Hello America.'

Kisame smiled as he looked at Itachi. Again. Discreetly. He looked out of the window and agreed with Tobi earlier. 'Hey, America. You're bloody fast mobing and trafficky... or is this an everyday thing?' he asked the buildings and the occasional motorcycle and car that they passed.

They'd been usherd hurriedly to the hotel in a small bus, which a couple nicely assured would not be their touring vehicles. The guy was 27, and his name was Kitsuke, and the girl was Rin. All the bands had asked was that they be given some time to crash and kill the jetlag in their bones. Kisame decided he was going to catch up on some sleep himself, although he didn't seem to be in such dire need of it as Kakuzu, who was still a little airsick. 'Their pianist seems a little worried bout' that.' Kisame grinned and thought in amusement, as he watched Hidan shoot Kakuzu another glare.

Kisame watched as Itachi slept on the bus. It had been 30 minutes since they'd left the airport, and the couple said they would arrive in another 20. Apparantly, any hotel within a few miles of the Airport was almost always fully booked. It was annoying, yes, but it was true. Either way, they couldn't do anything about it except wait till they got there. He looked out of the window, not really registering the sights, which Sasori and Deidara were sharing their thoughts on. So Sasori had found another art fanatic. 'Good for him. He needs to get laid.' Kisame chuckled softly to himself, as he leaned into his usual resting position, his chin on a fist.

While he was caught up in his thoughts, they had reached their hotel. In a daze, Kisame was shaken out of his own little world and asked to get his bags. They were going ahead of him, and left him to wake Itachi. As Kisame gathered his things and wen tover to Itachi, he thought once again how much Itachi looked like Sohma and choked. 'Stop it. No matter what, Itachi's not Sohma. He's...' Kisame looked at Itachi, who had his head on a jacket, which he took from his bag and folded to make a pillow. His breathing was even, and his eyes shut. His face was pale and had fringe covering his left cheek. Kisame swept it out of the way and smiled. "He's Itachi."

Shaking him a little, Kisame whispered, "Itachi, get up. We're here." Itachi muttered for a second, and opened his eyes. Said Uchiha then heaved a sigh and rubbed his right eye, sitting up, and Kisame gave him room to move. "Where's here?" Itachi asked in a daze, and Kisame answere, "The hotel. The rest are already checking in. Come on." Itachi nodded, and grabbed his things. Once again, Kisame took his bag for him as he took his luggage.

"Think fast, Kisame."

Kisame caught a pair of key cards, and looked at Pein in confusion, who was already amidst shuffling papers. 'God, that guy has like, an endless amount of papers to shuffle. I bet he does it to look cool.' Kisame thought irritably, then he asked loud enough for Pein to hear, "What are these?" Pein looked at him for a second, before glancing at Konan. Konan smiled. "You and Itachi will be sharing not only a trailer, but you will be rooming together as well." Kisame stared at her for a minute, before widening his eyes. "HUH." he said, and Itachi frowned at him for a minute, and snatched one of the keycards.

"I'll be going to the room. If you want to switch with anyone else, that'll be fine by me." Itachi said emotionlessly, coldly, even. Kisame could not even reply before Itachi was in the lift, going up to their room. Konan rolled her eyes and pushed him toward the lift, away from Pein. The others must have gotten their asses to their rooms, because they were nowhere in sight. Konan pushed the up button and as they waited, she glared at Kisame. "That was a really stupid thing to do. You know what you looked like?" Kisame shook his head. Konan poked him. "You. Looked. Like. You. Didn't. Want. To. Room. With. Itachi. Do you really not want to room with Itachi?" she asked, and Kisame's eyes widened.

"I DID??! Oh shit... and no, rooming with Itachi just seemed... unlikely, that's all." Kisame replaced the original words of way-too-awesome-for-words with unlikely, to save time. And face, of course.

Konan nodded. "I suggest you go up right now and right it." she picked the keycard from his hand and waved it in front of his face. "404. Make sure you guys are comfortable." she said, and he took it from her, nodding as he got into the lift. He sighed inside, wondering why he made such stupid mistakes. As he outted the lift, he looked at the silver plates and followed the carpeted corridors to his and Itachi's room. Sighing, he inserted the key card and entered. He ran his fingers through his hair and turned. "Itachi, just now, what i did, i didn't mea..."

Itachi was in the midst of changing.

Kisame felt the blood shoot to his face as he saw Itachi pale coloured skin under a black shirt the other hastily pulled down. He was, thankfully, otherwise fully dressed. Itachi flushed beet red and looked away in order for Kisame not to see this. "What were you saying?" Itachi asked, and Kisame was at a loss for thought before remembering. "What i did earlier... I didn't mean to imply i didn't want to room with you." Kisame dumped his stuff on the floor and sighed. "The situation just seemed... unlikely." Kisame used the same words from before, wondering why when he was around Itachi, his vocabulary seemed to SHRINK.

Itachi turned to Kisame and smiled a small and tired smile. "Yeah, ok." he said simply, and he turned around. Kisame felt his temper flare, and before he could stop himself, took Itachi by the shoulder and whirled him around to face him. "No, it's not ok." Kisame stared down at Itachi's slightly shocked face. "You don't think it's ok, so i'm not ok with it. Seriously, Itachi, i'm fine with rooming with you. Actually, i'm glad rooming with you, so just..."

"You're glad rooming with me?" Itachi repeated, and Kisame, realising what he just said, looked away, knowing Itachi could see him blushing, probably a mile away or so. "... Well, yeah. I guess." Kisame said lamely, and Itachi tilted his head aside, letting his hair fall away from his face. He gave Kisame a smile. Kisame smiled back on instinct. It was a real smile.

He'd gotten to see Itachi's REAL smile.
And so, it didn't really matter that Itachi turned away without saying another word.

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I haven't been on so long because of school... I HATE IT.
I don't know anyone in my class, and my best friend's kind of drifting away...
It feels really lonely sometimes.
Hope i can update more often, so that i'll still keep all of you super online friends and readers. Thanks for being there.