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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There are certain moments an S-class criminal would prefer to forget. Dumb moments, mistakes that shouldn't have been made and things that no self respecting renegade would ever admit to. This one just happened to be one of Kisame's:
The first thing Kisame saw when he opened his eyes was a pair of scarlet eyes watching him intently.
There was anger there, bloodlust, and that tense feeling that Kisame usually associated with the more pronounced versions of Itachi's paranoia. He grinned wryly.
"Who died?"
Those eyes merely glared down at him. Kisame sighed and began to sit up.
"Your wrist and leg are both fractured." Kisame stopped short. So like Itachi to deliver such a line so casually.
Maybe getting into a fight with seven high level jounin from Sand had been a bad idea.
Or maybe it had been that cliff they had been fighting next to. Kisame distinctly remembered the feel of a ledge crumbling under his feet… Stupid earth, so unreliable. Stupid slippery rocks. Stupid rain making the cliff unstable. Rain on the desert border always did tend to disrupt things. Kisame would be mentally beating himself over the head for weeks at his mistake.
Kisame inspected his wrist, taking more care to not injure his bad leg as he sat up. Both bones were set properly, and neither break was serious. He fortunately didn't appear to have a concussion from the fall either.
Good old water, always being there when you needed a landing. The lake beneath the fifty foot cliff had broken his fall well enough.
"We should move on."
It did figure that Itachi would take no notice of Kisame's injuries once the shark-man was awake. Even if said injuries weren't too hampering.
"What happened to our friends?" Kisame asked, standing and taking care to put most of his weight on his good leg. Another look from Itachi was all he needed to know that the men were very very dead.
Itachi started moving toward the hills. Kisame sighed heavily. Caring the Samehada in this condition was going to suck. Itachi was certainly not going to carry the malicious blade for him.
Speaking of his trusty sword…
It was right next to him.
Funny.
Kisame looked up.
It was only then that he noticed Itachi's slightly damp hair, and the bandages wrapping the palms of his hands.
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Note: Only an S-class missing nin would consider a broken leg to be not too hampering… -.-;