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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It was rare that the members of the Akatsuki were called together for business, and it was even rarer when said business took place outside of their darkened lair.
This had been a special case. The first of their ultimate targets had been found, Gobi of the Jinchuuriki(1), and their illustrious leader had wanted all of them present to witness the beginnings of their greatest plan.
The boy had been a dancer, beautiful, young, newly accepted into a kabuki(2) troupe and about to begin his first performance.
Their mission had been successful of course (how could it not be with all nine members in one place), and now Kisame was glad to be free of the theater.
It had been a 'social' occasion, and they had been required to dress appropriately.
Kisame was resigned to the fact that their leader would never learn how difficult it was for him to be inconspicuous. He looked like a shark for hell's sake!
Itachi now, he had blended in beautifully. The perfect mix of aristocratic aloofness and dangerous beauty had made him both visible and invisible in such a crowd, and Kisame was sure that half the audience had mistaken Itachi for a woman.
Fortunately, Itachi had either ignored that fact, or hadn't noticed.
Now they were alone again in the inn, settling down for the night. Kisame watched appreciatively as Itachi loosened his deep scarlet kimono and let it drift to the floor, the black vines patterning the fabric twining in even more complex designs around the folds.
Itachi was watching him through half lidded eyes over a pale shoulder, watching with a similarly appreciative look.
The man's hair fell from its loose bind, draping across his shoulders and half hiding what Kisame could see of his face. He turned and moved forward, all impossibly feline grace as he approached his shark-like partner.
Kisame didn't waist any time in pulling Itachi into his lap as soon as the man was close enough.
"Tonight's performance was… interesting," Itachi murmured, settling himself more comfortably, his warm breath brushing across the shark-man's ear. Kisame grinned as his callused hands slid up the smaller man's bare back.
"Ah," he answered. The performance had been interesting, in its own way and had grown more entertaining as their leader's plot had progressed.
The room was becoming pleasantly warm around them, a lazy kind of warm that drew a person in and goaded them in to loosing all sense of tension.
"How about an encore?" Kisame asked mischievously.
Itachi allowed a slight smirk to cross his lips in reply. A second performance was sure to be even more entertaining than the first.
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(1) Gobi of the Jinchuuriki: Jinchuuriki refers to the more recent chapters of the manga and the beings that the Akatsuki have been after. Basically they are humans in which a demon has been sealed (aka: Naruto and Gaara). Gobi means 'five tailed', like the Kyuubi, only five instead of nine. Each of the Jinchuuriki is referred to as a certain number of tails. For example: Shukaku is refered to as Ichibi, or 'one tailed'.
(2)Kabuki: A traditional form of Japanese theater that originated in the Edo period. It often depicts historical events, tragic love stories and the like and was a form of popular culture at the time.