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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Itachi fingered the thin, simple chain around his neck, absently playing with the three larger rings that linked it together.
It was a cloudy day, dreary, and completely unproductive, and he and Kisame were stuck inside the dark Akatsuki base without even a hint of a new mission.
Kisame looked ready to ram his sword through the wall, just for some entertainment. Itachi was about ready to kill someone if they didn't get out of here soon.
Kisame glanced up at his enigmatic partner, noticing the subtle fidgeting. Itachi only did that when he was frustrated.
Frustrated Itachi with nothing to do could go one of two ways. One could be bad for everyone… the other would only be bad for those who forgot to knock.
Itachi had noticed him watching and met Kisame's eyes with his own pitch black ones.
Black. Apparently it wasn't a homicidal sort of frustration. Kisame smirked.
Good.
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Bored Akatsuki members are fun to play with. ;p