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 warily poked at the thing in front of him with a dull fork, giving his partner a clear message of annoyed confusion.
In other words, Itachi-speak for 'what the hell is this'.
Much to the Uchiha's dismay the look did nothing but make Kisame chuckle.
They had found themselves a small, out of the way and yet surprisingly nice restaurant on their way out of Earth country and for some strange reason, Kisame had decided to be adventurous. Earth country food tended to be a little more foreign than anything near their base after all.
Now Itachi was finding himself in an obnoxiously pointless fix. Not only was there an ungodly large piece of meat in front of him, he had no idea how to eat it.
And, as if only to add to Itachi's frustration, Kisame did.
The dark haired man glanced at the strange utensils in his hand, then at the juicy steak in front of him.
He looked back up at Kisame.
Sharingan!
The meal proceeded much more easily from there, much to Kisame's dismay.
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Gotta love the cultural issues with utensils.