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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Curiosity was a concept that was both familiar and foreign to Itachi, if such a mixture could exist. He understood the feeling, the pull of curiosity, but rarely indulged himself in the exciting venture of satisfying it.

Rarely indulged... with the exception of certain conditions.

Hoshigaki Kisame was one of those conditions.

This particular curiosity concerning Itachis partner had begun soon after their second mission together. They had been holed up for the night in a comfortable inn, in an easily defendable room –nothing unusual. Itachi had merely noted that it was strange that his partner did not remove his armguards before bed.

Indulgence as it would have been, Itachi had not thought farther on the subject, had merely ignored the strange quirk.

It hadnt been until years later, after they had begun their more intimate relations, that Itachi had seen any possible evidence of why Kisame might choose to wear his armguards regularly.

Kisames inner left forearm bore a strange tattoo, too unique to be easily forgotten, depicting a stylized shark in whirling black lines that was nearly the size of Itachi's palm. Again, a curious quirk, but not one that Itachi thought much of.

Until now.

Running a hand over the rough, bare skin of his partners forearm, Itachi noticed something that he had never noticed before.

A scar.

Curiosity compelled him, and for once he indulged in its pull, running a hand over the large marring again and again. It was old, deep, and obviously something that Kisame preferred to hide, judging by the intricate design that covered it.

A resigned sigh was Kisames answer to the obvious question in Itachis eyes.

"It was a long time ago, Itachi-san."

It is something I do not want to remember.

Itachi answered both the spoken and unspoken words with a kiss, unusually soft for the normally intense man.

They were missing-nin.

Both of them had moments of their pasts that they would rather forget. Pain, trials, mistakes and necessary evils. Things they had done and things that had been done to them, all for the sake of achieving the height of their powers.

Scars with a past were nothing to waste a thought about.

But for some reason, this one bothered Itachi.

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Dear god I actually wrote fluff with these two...