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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Damn it was cold.

Kisame twitched, forcing back the urge to shiver. Despite coming from a relatively snowy country himself, he had never been too fond of the stuff. Water was a fairly mild country, despite the regular winter snowfall. The temperature rarely descended below 0° Celsius there. This infernal (or anti-infernal in this case) country was freezing.

Apparently Itachi was of a similar opinion, as he had returned with two mugs of some strange, steaming drink. Kisame took the mug from his partner with a questioning glance, sniffing the cup warily.

It smelled… like chocolate.

Itachi's eyes betrayed what would have been an amused smirk had he allowed it to show.

"I'm surprised you didn't bring back coffee, Itachi-san," Kisame noted, sipping the warm drink. His nose had been right. It was chocolate, just not in any context he had seen before.

Itachi shrugged, taking a sip of his own drink.

Still, Kisame appreciated the gesture. This drink did warm one far better than coffee would. Damned cold.

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Cat doesn't like coffee... :p