I do not own Naruto

All right, now that that's taken care of let's get back to the ficcage

Distraction

The two men moved as one. Their passage was swift and silent, not a single blade of grass stirring in their wake. Unfortunately, the pair that pursued them was equally skilled.

"This isn't working," Akira stated. They weren't going to lose them, not like this.

The shapeshifter's lips formed a tight, thin line. His partner hadn't said anything Hiraku hadn't already been thinking. If given a choice, he preferred to avoid the Akatsuki. Every encounter with the group was a huge risk. It was a pity Itachi and Kisame did not seem inclined to cooperate with his wishes.

"I have a plan," the demon vessel stated at last. "It should distract them for a bit," and really, a bit was all they needed.

"And if it doesn't?"

Hiraku shrugged. "Then we fight." It should work. Itachi had left Konoha a long time ago and there was no way Kisame had heard of the technique. The two nukenin confronted their pursuers in an empty clearing.

A broad grin spread across Kisame's features. "Finally decided to stop running kid?" he inquired. He was looking forward to a rematch with Hiraku's partner.

The shapeshifter didn't answer, not verbally at least. Instead his hands came up to form a move he hadn't used in years. Perhaps it was disgraceful, but as long as it was effective Hiraku couldn't care less. "Sexy no jutsu."

Smoke cleared to reveal a drop dead gorgeous blond woman. She was also butt naked, artfully placed clouds protecting what little modesty she possessed. The shapeshifter's blue eyes filled with tears and her lower lip trembled. "You wouldn't really hurt me, would you Kisame-kun?" Her voice was as attractive as the rest of her, low and breathy.

The jinchuuriki was rewarded by the absolutely gob smacked look on Itachi's face. The Uchiha was stunned, STUNNED. His partner's reaction was a bit more extreme. The former mist nin went white, then red, a huge gush of blood rushing from his nose before he hit the ground with an audible thump.

Hiraku dropped the jutsu, reverting to his natural form. "I don't believe it," the shapeshifter gasped. "He actually fainted." He might have stood there indefinitely if Akira had not broken out of his own trance, grabbing the other's arm.

"Who cares," the poison-user said. "Let's go."

Needless to say, Kisame could not look the other members of the Akatsuki in the eyes for a month. As for Itachi, he promptly commandeered the move for his own use. It really was a clever technique.

NCNCNCNCNCNC

Please review and

if you have an idea don't hesitate to share