Food Play
By: Sneaky Cat
Disclaimer: Own Naruto? Heh... I wish...
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: KisaIta
Warnings: OOCness, no plot, random sillyness, drabbles and suggestive uses of food.
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Uchiha Itachi was pissed. Not just angry, pissed. Completely and totally livid. Not that you could tell just by looking at him. He appeared quite calm, staring intently at the end of his ponytail. Kisame knew differently.
It had all started out fairly innocent; they had made their way to their resting place for the night and found the hotel they were staying at with no problem. Then that kid had bumped into them in the hall.
If it had been any normal bump, the Uchiha would probably have only glared the poor kid into submission (and given him nightmares for a month)… the problem was, it had been no average accidental hit. Now the bumbling idiot was no more than a cold body and a splash of blood on the hallway's floor, and Itachi was still glaring down the ends of his hair as if trying to set them on fire by sight alone.
Unfortunately glaring was doing nothing to get the gum out of his hair.
Yes, gum. Bright pink cherry-flavored bubblegum. And it was in Itachi's hair.
Feeling fairly safe (as safe as one could feel around Uchiha Itachi), Kisame glanced over his partner's (rather low) shoulder.
"Well, at least it's near the ends. Shouldn't be too much trouble to cut off."
Or maybe not. Itachi returned the shark man's sentiments with a sharp look which clearly said no.
"I am not cutting my hair."
Kisame wasn't going to ask why the hell not… no matter how tempting. He did not currently have a death wish. The taller man sighed heavily, running a hand through his short spiky hair.
"I've heard peanut butter works…"
Cue the Uchiha 'are-you-insane' look. Kisame held up his hands in defense.
"Hey, might as well try. Even if it doesn't work, at least it won't stick!"
Kisame returned to the room twenty minutes later after terrorizing a poor store clerk to find Itachi in the same position he left the man in. No way in hell would the Uchiha be caught dead in a sidewalk convenience store.
He rolled his eyes.
"Here, let me help." Itachi gave his partner a wary, appraising look, but shrugged and allowed Kisame to do as he wished. If it got rid of the gum, then so be it.
The gum itself took about ten minutes to get rid of, but come out it did and without too much trouble much to Kisame's relief. He wasn't sure Itachi would have tolerated it much longer.
The shark man ran a hand through Itachi's still peanut butter streaked hair, enjoying its texture. Not terribly soft, not too stiff and just strong enough to get a good grip on.
Kisame had never really figured out why Itachi insisted on keeping it long, professional hazards and all. Perhaps he thought it added to the mysterious image, or the Uchiha was just too lazy to have it cut…
Kisame lifted a lock of the messy hair to his nose, sniffing it briefly. Peanut butter wasn't a terrible smell. It made him sort of hungry actually.
Itachi was now eyeing him with a slightly less homicidal and more amused look. The man really did have such a pretty face, especially when it was graced with that look… and pretty hair for that matter. Now that he thought about it, Kisame would have regretted having to cut it.
He wouldn't want to ruin such a wonderful grip…
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Yes, peanut butter actually does get gum out of hair.
Well, this is the end of Food Play. Hope you all had as much fun reading as I did writing.
Sneaky Cat
