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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"Raise your damned turnips somewhere else. The aliens are just fine without them."
Itachi shifted his head, looking up at his temporary pillow warily.
"This is a terrible movie," he commented, before shifting his head into a more comfortable position on Kisame's lap.
Hell he was tired…
Kisame merely rolled his eyes in response, torn between the urge to nod knowingly at his partner and the need to make a sarcastic comment in return.
Why were they watching this again?
Kisame glanced out the shadowed window. Ah yes, that was why.
The sky was hung with heavy dark clouds, waves of rain pouring down relentlessly.
Even Kisame was wary of weather like this.
It had been raining like this for almost a week now, washing out the bridges surrounding the small village they had holed up in and nearly disrupting their current mission. They had gone through with the mission of course, after carefully reevaluating their plans to account for the insane weather. It was not normal for Lighting country to be having monsoons at this time of year.
Hell it wasn't normal for Lightning to be having monsoons at all.
Kind of like snow in May…
Of course after the mission they had found themselves virtually stuck in their small inn waiting for the flooding rivers to slow enough for them to cross in relative safety. Neither of them had any burning desire to get caught in a sudden flash flood.
At some point Kisame had decided to amuse himself by watching bad old movies on the black and white television in their room.
It gave him something to do, and helped to distract him from his partner's relentless paranoia.
Only within the last few hours had Itachi relaxed enough to join him. The constant rain had made the younger man even more tense than usual.
Perhaps that explained why Itachi was currently using his lap as a pillow. The action hadn't exactly made sense to Kisame at first. But then, Kisame was very aware that Itachi had not been sleeping well (or at all) the past few nights.
Kisame shifted his legs, earning himself an angry glare from his partner.
'Move again and I'll break your legs.'
Itachi's remarkable ability to communicate through only the tiniest of shifts in his facial features always amazed (and amused) Kisame. Understanding Itachi's deadpans was an art that Kisame was extremely proud of.
Itachi shifted again, adjusting himself to Kisame's new position.
Kisame shook his head.
People were not supposed to be able to look so beautifully innocent and act so threatening all at once.
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Yes May... it was snowing in May…