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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Ferries were one of those things that just amused Kisame beyond all reasonable sense of maturity. Boats too, and ships. Perhaps it was just the concept of being so close to his home element or the steady rock of the boat beneath him, but for some reason it sparked something in him like the fascination of a little kid.
It also caused some of the most confused deadpans Kisame had ever seen cross Itachi's face.
So here they were, crossing a relatively large river on a small, flat bottomed ferry, an old man polling them across to the other side and Kisame sitting quite contently by the edge of the boat. His hand was trailing through the water, making small swirls and ripples as it passed.
He was quite valiantly resisting the urge to shuck off his sandals and let his feet dangle in as well.
The stare Itachi was leveling at him said he wasn't doing quite as well at hiding his childish desire as he thought he was.
And so, Kisame did just what he had been fighting. He ditched the shoes.
The look Itachi sent him as he dangled his feet in the cool river said exactly how immature the Uchiha thought he was being.
Kisame only grinned his fierce shark grin back at the pretty man.
Itachi was inwardly grumbling.
The ferry man was blissfully ignorant.
And Kisame was perfectly content to act just as childish as he damn well pleased.
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Ki-san likes water, yes yes. :p