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 hated crowds. Really hated them. Hated them with a passion that burned so deep it would turn anyone who touched it to ash (had it been a tangible substance). There were far too many people in crowds, to many variables, to many chances for something to go wrong.
Crowds were bad. But being stuck at midday on a crowded lakeshore was far, far worse. At least in the anonymous crowds of the cities or towns one could blend in and disappear without a trace. In this setting, blending in was a far more difficult task. To blend in, one had to be wearing a serious lack of clothing… and in Itachi's case, this warranted far too much attention.
Itachi could feel the stares being leveled at his bare back as if he were some sort of gourmet meal, and he was quite sure that the fools were completely oblivious to how close the were to a fiery death.
Extremely oblivious.
Footsteps could be heard pressing into the dirt. They were coming towards him… and they were not Kisame's. No, the shark-man was (unsurprisingly) in the water- nowhere near close enough to warn these ignorant fools away.
Unfortunately.
"A pretty thing like you shouldn't be sitting here all alone."
Itachi didn't even favor the idiot with a glance. Inwardly he bristled in anger. These fools never seemed to learn.
"Hey." Itachi's unwelcome guest crouched down beside him, obviously trying to get a better look at his face. Off towards the lakeshore, Itachi could see Kisame making his way towards him.
Scarlet eyes lifted.
Itachi shot his partner a clear look stating that if this moron was not removed from his presence immediately, then Itachi was going to blow their cover in the most spectacular way he knew how.
Apparently Kisame got the message, because his pace quickened as he strode over to where his fuming partner sat.
"Been waiting long?" Kisame asked, not so subtly nudging Itachi's admirer out of the way. The other man scowled and glared, as if he had some claim on Itachi's attention. Itachi glanced at his blue-skinned partner, allowing Kisame to help him to his feet if only for the sake of rubbing his disinterest in the other man's face.
"Miss me?" Kisame was amused… and completely aware of what Itachi was up to. A small responding smirk appeared on Itachi's face before he pulled the taller man down for a rough kiss.
If the moron hadn't been aware of Itachi's indifference before, he was now.
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Poor Itachi-san... :p