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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Dink.
Kisame eyed his partner warily.
Dink.
Twitch.
Dink.
"Itachi-san… what are you doing?"
Itachi glanced at Kisame, an… innocent… expression on his face.
Another watermelon seed hit the wood behind that damned dragonfly that had decided to buzz around them.
Dink.
Another miss.
Itachi's eye twitched.
Thunk.
Itachi's eyes swept towards his partner, a small amount of surprise evident. Kisame grinned back.
Bink.
Itachi successfully fought back a grin of his own as Kisame's grin shifted into a look of surprise…
Kisame rubbed his nose.
This meant war.
Ten minutes later, Kisame stopped dead and hung his head in his hand.
"Itachi-san… we have just spent the past fifteen minutes trying to kill each other with watermelon seeds. How old are we?"
Itachi merely shrugged.
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I have no good excuse for this one...