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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If there was one thing Itachi did rarely, it was reminisce. Few things could set him to thinking of the past, the most obvious culprit being, of course, his younger brother.
Still, once in a while, Itachi did get this strange, distant look in his eyes, and Kisame knew that he was remembering something.
One of these times, they had been walking through the streets of a small, quaint village, when Itachi had stopped near one of the outdoor booths, that strange look in his eyes. His hand had brushed once over a small bamboo brush, one of those used for ink calligraphy.
He had said nothing afterwards, made no hint that he had even looked at the object, but still it left Kisame wondering. Itachi had always seemed attracted to ink paintings, he knew them, knew which were worthless and which held true beauty.
The one time Diedara had attempted to contradict him had been hilarious. Itachi had merely looked at her. Just looked.
And then Sasori had decided to agree with Itachi's choice of art piece.
Diedara had thrown a fit, claiming none of them understood artistic genius.
Her favorite from that particularly set had been… strange.
Kisame had seen the hint of amusement in Itachi's eyes during that incident. Even he enjoyed getting that damned woman back on occasion, but then his expression had changed, returned to that strange, almost unnerving look –the same as all those before.
And then Kisame had noticed the name of the artist written in a delicate hand down the side of the painting: Aoru Mikoto.
And he understood. Even Itachi sometimes remembered his heritage. His mother had not only been a talented artist, she had been an intelligent woman, obviously fond of word play.
Kisame was also sure that Itachi had never meant for anyone to notice the link to his past in the simple strokes of ink on blank rice paper.
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Apparently Mikoto is Mrs. Uchiha's name, Aoru is another word for "fan". Her pen name is a play on the name Uchiha in this case, hence the comment Kisame makes about her being clever. It was just a strange little fancy of mine for her to be a painter.