Weee, now we get to find out what Itachi DID last night! ..Maybe. :D

Anniemeister wants beta reading credit, so uh, credit to Anniemeister for beta reading. :O

(Not her penname, just something I like calling her. :D)

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Drunkard the first – Itachi, continued.

Kisame quickly made his way down the hall and into the living area of the Akatsuki HQ in the manner of one fleeing a building that one knows to contain a bomb. All the while wondering just how much Itachi's eyes were bulging out of his head. Although, he reasoned, there wasn't much that could make the Uchiha's eyes bulge out of his head, and he was pretty sure that his partner was just trying to think of the most painful and bloody way to kill either him or Deidara, or perhaps both of them, at the moment.

Taking a quick look around the room, Kisame noticed a small mess of red hair poking out from the top of the couch.

"Hey." Kisame called out, thinking that perhaps Sasori would know where Deidara was, considering he wasn't still half embedded into the wall directly opposite Itachi's room. The puppet master, however, made no response to the greeting; after all, one of the requirements for being an Akatsuki member was obviously poor conversational skills.

Slightly annoyed, Kisame made his way around the couch, hoping that he wouldn't be ignored if he stood directly in front of the former sand shinobi.

"Hey." He repeated.

Still, nothing. Frowning, Kisame took note of what Sasori was actually doing. He appeared to be meddling with a new puppet, one resembling a small songbird.

'What's he going to do with that? ANNOY his opponents to death?' Kisame thought, staring at the small contraption. 'It DOES look tasty, though…'

"Surveillance." Sasori murmured, not moving his head even a single millimeter. "And… No, you can't eat it."

'How did he..' Kisame wondered, but decided to ignore that last comment. "I… see. Er.. Have you seen your partner around?"

"…Have you checked the big Deidara-shaped hole in the wall?" Sasori asked.

"Which one?"

At least five such holes existed at any given time in the Akatsuki HQ.

"The one I made about five minutes ago." Sasori replied, making a vague hand motion to indicate the direction.

"Ah. Thanks." Kisame took one quick glace in the direction of Itachi's room before turning and rushing off.

Figuring that Kisame would not be looking for Deidara unless it had something to do with last night, Sasori quickly gathered up his things and made his way away from Itachi's room. He was never big on explosions. They were, after all, his partner's department. Not his.

Kisame progressed down the hall quickly. Sure enough, Deidara was in the direction Sasori had indicated.

"Damn Sasori-danna… I was just commenting, yeah. Nothing to get all worked up about."

Deidara promptly stopped muttering to himself as he heard a light snickering sound behind him. '…Sasori-danna? …Nah. He doesn't laugh. Ever. Zetsu left on a mission just now so… wait, there's something fishy about thi—Wait, fishy?'

"Kisame, stop yer laughin' and get me outta this damn wall, yeah!"

"I think it's better if you're stationary. Makes it easier to outrun you."

"Outrun me? Why would you have to out-- … Oh… no."

"Oh. Yeah."

"You bastard! You fishy bastard!"

One small explosion later and Deidara was out of the wall and looking around wildly for the quickest route of escape.

"Which way's he comin' from, yeah? Which way!"

"That way." Kisame stated, pointing in the direction from which he had come.

"Oh. Reeeally?" Deidara asked, suspicious. "I don't believe you, yeah."

And with that he ran off in the direction of one very mad Uchiha.

Kisame smiled to himself, before turning and walking off in the other direction. "Works every time."

Meanwhile in Itachi's room, his eyes were indeed bulging out of his head. Of course, there were no witnesses, and you'll have to take my word for it. But, I wouldn't lie to you, now would I?

Anyway, Itachi stayed completely motionless under his comforter, staring into the blackness in front of him. His mind swimming with questions.

'Did he just… No, he couldn't ha—but what if… There's no way I… No, it can't… How could… But it's not… I didn't drink enough to… but what if I…'

Unable to complete a single thought, Itachi closed his eyes, trying to get a hold of himself.

'Damn it, man. You're an Uchiha. And as an Uchiha, you can't let something like this get to you. I am superior. I am strong. I am a man. I am spiffy. Wait, spiffy? Damn it, I'm starting to sound like Sasuke! I need a drink… …NO! No drinks!'

"Calm down." He told himself. "Calm down. All I've got to do is… kill Deidara."

Yes, that sounded completely reasonable. Throwing off his comforter and ignoring his still throbbing head, Itachi got up and pulled on his cloak. Stopping by the mirror, he put on his terrorizing face (also known as his mean face, killing face, happy face, and just face in general). Then he proceeded to glide out of his room and down the hallways, in search of his prey.

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Looks like I lied. :O We'll find out next chapter, I promise. :D

…Maybe. :points at review button before running off and hiding: