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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Damn that pretty bastard. He won again.
Kisame and Itachi were in the middle of a mission, stuck between two villages in the middle of nowhere with absolutely nothing to do. They were days away from their target, or any village for that matter, and thus were forced to find some way to amuse themselves through the night.
Hence, the presence of Kisame's well worn deck of playing cards.
It had started as a random game of poker. Kisame had been bored and Itachi had somehow been coerced. The games had gone on from their, growing more and more complicated as the two added their own rules. By now, only a super genius would have a chance at figuring out the game they played: a mind-boggling mix of chance and strategy that kept them, at the very least, entertained for short periods of time.
Much to Kisame's chagrin, Itachi was getting far too good at their current game.
Perhaps it was time to raise the stakes a bit.
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Bet Shikamaru's the only one who could figure out thier game... I have no idea what they're playing... :p