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 swirled the goldish liquid in the little bottle in his hands, a small amount of confusion evident in his face.
"Itachi-san… why exactly do we have this?"
Itachi's answer was a quiet, curious look, and then a shrug.
Apparently Itachi was not sure himself why or how a small vial of olive oil had found its way into his pack.
"Cooking, perhaps?" Kisame was a little surprised by his partner's quiet comment.
"Cooking?" he asked skeptically. Itachi shrugged once more.
"It is not useful for much else."
Kisame wasn't sure, but he was almost certain that he had just seen a flicker of disappointment flash across Itachi's face. He grinned.
"What exactly were you hoping it was then?"
Another look, this one… amused.
Itachi moved closer, running a hand across the rough skin of Kisame's cheek. His lips moved carefully along Kisame's ear.
"You never know."
Kisame understood perfectly.
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Will someone please explain to me the criteria for determining the virginity of olive oil? XD