Uchiha Itachi: Professional Model
By: fizzyxkool-aid
Disclaimer: I don't own the Akatsuki. Blah.
OHSMIGAWSH. During a roleplay with my friend Lastelle, I had Deidara talk about a picture of Itachi that he sent to a certain someone. Well, she wanted the backstory on that, so, here ya go.
This fic is dedicated to Lastelle, the Kisame to my Itachi, which is kinda weird to say, seeing as I love Kisame and she loves Itachi. Heheheh.
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Click. Flash. Click. Flash.
Uchiha Itachi looked around his room for the source of the flashes, his eyes narrowing. He suspected fangirls, but he had forced Kisame not to let them in the hide out. Casting one last look around the room, he continued undressing.
Click. Flash.
Itachi's eyes snapped open. He looked around the room again, this time even going as far as to check the small bathroom that was connected to his room. Raising an eyebrow, he tossed his shirt onto his bed and continued undressing for the second time.
However, he completely failed to notice the clay spider crawling out under the door.
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One month later... Or something like that...
Deidara practically skipped up to the front door. Opening it, he grinned at the large envelope that was laying in the doorstep waiting for him. He picked it up and peered inside. His grin widened. The blonde quickly shut the door and hurried off, clutching the envelope as though his life depended on it. He stopped outside Kisame's door and beat on it repeatedly.
"Let me in, yeah! It's here!"
The door opened swiftly and the blonde was yanked inside, giving a sort of 'gah!' sound. Kisame stood infront of him, towering over the artist, who grinned in responce. Deidara reached up and waved the envelope in the shark man's face, his expression not changing. Annoyed, Kisame slapped the envelope out of his hands, making the blonde pout. He walked over and picked it up, waving it in Kisame's face one last time. Before the shark man could slap his hand away again, Deidara pulled his hand back and opened the envelope, tipping it to the side so that it's contents dropped onto the floor. He bent over and picked it up, waving the magazine in Kisame's face.
"I told you he'd make front cover of Playgirl, yeah."
"Whatever, you win."
"..."
"What?"
"You owe me twenty bucks."
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I'm sorry for the length. Or lack of... Anyway, I don't really like this, but it's for a friend and she wanted me to write it. Here ya go, Last-san!
