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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Kisame was humming.
Humming.
Loudly.
Not only was he humming, the tune was that of an infernally old, obnoxiously catchy lullaby.
Itachi's eye twitched.
A lullaby. A child's song.
Why in hell's name was Kisame humming a tune fit for three year olds?
Itachi was about ready to kill someone. It didn't help that the particular lullaby Kisame was humming drew up embarrassing memories for him… memories he would rather not have.
Like the time his mother had somehow coerced him into babysitting his brother for the weekend.
Sasuke he could have handled easily, but the other six children that had been dropped in his proverbial lap had driven the then antisocial nine-year-old nearly insane.
And if only to make things more humiliating, Itachi's mother had come home at the end of that trial and sung the little devils to sleep. Just like that!
The memory was one among many that Itachi would rather forget completely.
Now he and Kisame were sitting in their bedroom on each side of the rickety double bed and Kisame was humming that. damned. song.
The Uchiha shot his partner a deadly glare, before lobbing a pillow at Kisame's head.
Kisame was more than a little shocked.
But at least the humming had stopped.
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Poor Itachi ;p