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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A simple silver key.
Itachi had been fiddling with it for the past hour. It was two hours before dawn; the two were comfortably seated in a tree outside of one of the minor Earth Country lord's estates… waiting.
Waiting for the shift in the night and morning guards.
It was just another one of the usual missions: grab this scroll from this lord or ninja and bring it back for study. The scroll itself would be under anything from slight to heavy guard depending on the paranoia of the caretaker and the contents of the scroll. They would have little time to get in and out, but more than enough.
Itachi would enter first, securing them a safe, inconspicuous path towards the target with his speed and eyes. Kisame would follow, keeping an eye out for enemies at their back and making sure to render them out of commission as quickly as possible.
No sense in allowing them to sound an alarm.
Kisame was well suited for this job, as his own massive amount of chakra and his blade allowed him to sense even small amounts of enemy chakra nearby better than his partner.
Twenty minutes 'til the switch.
The key Itachi was toying with had been snatched off of an ill meaning vassal who had hoped to steal the scroll for himself and sell the contents to the highest bidder for his own profit. Unfortunately the man had made no secret of his access to the object. Itachi and Kisame had merely relieved him of that access in order to save themselves the trouble of taking time to pick the lock.
Ten minutes.
Kisame's mouth turned up in a sharp grin. Itachi was eyeing him with the sort of expression that, in Itachi-speak, was the perfect equivalent of bored impatience. Itachi had made no secret of the fact that he thought this mission to be pointless. What their leader wanted with a record of the current politics of minor Earth country lords was beyond him. The petty fools could squabble themselves to death for all he cared.
Their leader was a strange, strange man.
Two minutes.
Kisame stood, balancing himself expertly on the thick branch. Nearby Itachi stood as well.
Time to get this menial mission over with.
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They get a lot of seemingly pointless missions don't they.