Operation Red Moon
By: Sneaky Cat
Disclaimer: Seriously now... I wouldn't have nearly as much fun messing with the characters if I owned them... Ok, so I lied... but still... Don't own.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: KisaitaKisa (a.k.a. Kisame/Itachi)
Warnings: Some OOCness, sillyness, Akatsuki members, and shonen-ai... and yet more suggestive jokes.
Notes: These drabbles are the result of a series of challenges sent to me by a very tweaked out Clever Audrey. I am so proud of myself.
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Tea. The staple beverage of most households, restaurants and travelers. Cheap, tasty, warm and caffeinated… and definitely something Itachi and Kisame saw a lot of. Nearly every town and wayside rest stop had at least one tea shop, and (in the case of towns) probably more.
Still, both of them had to agree that some of the best tea they had come across came from the southern part of Fire Country's forests. Perhaps that was why they traveled through Fire so often, not because of Itachi's perfect knowledge of the terrain or because the two enjoyed the possibility of meeting with some resistance on their way. The danger was a simple thrill to them.
Perhaps the tea wasn't one of the only reasons they kept coming, wasting their time as a few of their colleagues sometimes put it. One had even gone so far as to suggest that Itachi might miss his old home.
He had stayed far away from Itachi following that comment.
Still, could such a simple reason as good tea really explain the amount of time the two spent near Konoha?
Kisame knew nothing would ever explain it. It was possible that even Itachi didn't understand. The shark-man also sometimes felt the pull of his home country, the land of the seas and mist.
There was something about home that always drew you back, no matter how hard you resisted.
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I have no idea if Fire country is known for tea. Again, it's just something I made up for the sake of the drabble.