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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It was a dark and stormy night.
No… really…
It was.
Really stormy.
Kisame was dead certain that if the wind picked up anymore it would knock the roof off of the small cabin he and Itachi had managed to find. A single table, a frayed cot and a small electric lamp with a flickering bulb seemed to be all that was left of the former inhabitant's belongings. Cobwebs hung from the walls and dust covered the scraped floor. A soft dripping sound echoed from one of the corners.
It was quite obvious that no one had used this cabin in ages. Not that it was a problem… better then being caught outside in this weather. As much as Kisame loved the rain, near strait-line winds were not his thing.
Another crash and a flash of lightning.
The light bulb flickered again, dully, then went out all together.
Great… black out.
Kisame sighed. From the flashing light of the storm he could make out Itachi's still figure, still seated as if nothing had happened on the damaged cot.
That dripping noise was getting louder.
There was a hint of movement from Itachi's side of the room. The man was lazily making a few seals with his hands.
"Katon: Goukakyuu no Jutsu." The man's voice was soft, calm, as bored as his hands had been. He breathed flame into his palm and held it out, standing up to search the bare cabinets of the cabin.
Kisame had forgotten that Itachi hated rain. For some unknown reason, storms made the man uncomfortable. Perhaps it was a part of his paranoia; sensing alien chakra was difficult during a storm, but perhaps there was some other reason as well. Kisame had never asked.
The light from the flame dimmed slightly, as Itachi used the fire to light the small candle stub he had found. Kisame found himself moving towards it, running a finger through the small light.
Itachi gave him a warning glare, then extinguished the flames in his hand, clenching his fist around them. There were scorch marks when he opened his hand once more. Kisame sighed deeply.
"Burning your hand isn't going to help us any, Itachi-san."
Another glare.
"It's only soot."
Only soot. Much like what hid Itachi's mind from the rest of the world. It was only soot…
It was so much more.
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Don't ask me how this one turned out semi-serious... -.-;