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 fighting over water. Really hated it. Much like rain, it caused too many variables for his comfort. It leached an unnecessary amount of chakra just for this simple purpose of keeping one afloat, the reflections in the water made simple genjutsu nearly useless (again, wasting unnecessary chakra) and it (to an extent) impaired lesser fire jutsu.
In all, it was just a pointless waste of energy for one who could not or preferred not to use water jutsu.
So when he and Kisame had been forced to take out a pair of unusually talented ANBU over a large lake, it was a simple enough assumption that Itachi had not been pleased.
To add to the annoyance, one of the ANBU had been particularly good with genjutsu himself… and well enough informed to avoid Itachi's eyes.
They had come to blows, Itachi and this particular man, while Kisame dealt with the second ANBU, kicks, punches and daredevil twists. Itachi had nearly landed a kick to the ANBU's face, only to be pushed away at the last minute by an incoming kunai.
The strike had been close to his heel, but not close enough to pierce the skin. Itachi drew back, casually tossing kunai in rapid succession towards his opponent. There was no hint of uncertainty visible in his features, not sign of hesitance. Itachi fought with the casual grace of a man merely dancing.
Then the fabric holding his shoe together split.
Apparently that one kunai had done a little more damage than Itachi had thought.
The Uchiha tumbled across the water, the lake soaking his cloak thoroughly before he could regain his balance. His unspoken curses were colorful enough to have made a sailor blush.
His ANBU opponent hadn't lasted long after that…
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This mission shall now be added to the list of things that never happened. :p