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 about two seconds and three inches away from bashing his head against a tree. When explaining their newest mission, their leader could have had the courtesy to tell them that their target had been kidnapped!
Now they were stuck in this godforsaken maze of a forest following a month old trail left by a group of surprisingly skilled bandits.
Perhaps there was a rouge shinobi among the group.
Why exactly they were chasing after a low ranked Daimyo from Wave of all places… Did Wave even have Daimyo?
Sometimes Kisame really wished he could just stick his Samehada down their leader's throat.
His precious sword was far too good to be stuck up that bastard's ass.
A soft nudge at his side distracted the shark-man from his homicidal rage. Kisame was a little surprised to find an onigiri being waved in front of his face.
Was Itachi trying to distract him. Scarlet eyes stared up at him, a slight touch of annoyance visible.
"Eat," the smaller man said shortly. Kisame eyed his partner carefully as he took the offering.
Distraction by food eh?
Kisame let it go. They still had a long ways to go before they reached their target.
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Mmm... food.