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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The last time Itachi had managed to shatter his favorite weapon, the man had been in a rage for days.
The time before that, he had torched a village.
This time, an entire unit of jounin from Amegakure had been slaughtered.
Kisame was currently blessing what ever deity looked after crazed criminals such as himself that Itachi had calmed down from that one relatively quickly. It was quite fortunate that Itachi's favorite sword smith happened to have set up shop near Rain a few years ago.
Strangely enough, the old man appeared to be one of the few people Itachi genuinely didn't mind. Kisame himself didn't know what to make of the sword smith. Walking into the shop alone was like walking into a foreign world.
Blades of all shapes, sizes and designs lined the walls and the old man himself rarely talked.
In fact, he spoke 'dead-pan' almost as well as Itachi himself.
Perhaps that was why Itachi liked him, aside from the fact that the man was a genius.
So much so that Kisame had trusted him with repairing the Samehada the one time the sword had been too damaged for Kisame himself to fix.
"The next time you shatter this blade, I'm going to shatter your bones…" the man grumbled, taking inventory of the fragments that Itachi had recovered.
Itachi was very close to smirking in return.
Sometimes Kisame was very glad that they didn't visit this place often. He would hate to see Itachi in cahoots with a man like that…
They got a long much too well…
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I like that man... don't know who he is, but I like him. :p