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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Now this was a rare occurrence.
A day off.
No missions, no meetings, no reason to leave the secluded room they had secured for their current stay within their well protected base.
No reason to do anything but relax.
Itachi had settled himself in a comfortable corner with an old, slightly fraying book in hand. The pages were yellowed and a few threads of the binding were trailing off of the edges. The title was written in flaking silver leaf, partially rubbed out from to much handling.
A History of Fire-based Genjutsu.
Kisame shook his head. Sometimes his partner was remarkably predictable.
Bored, and probably feeling somewhat more bold than usual, Kisame stepped up to his partner and pulled down the top of the book.
Itachi eyed him curiously.
"Studying for something?"
"It is interesting," came the near silent reply. Kisame shook his head once more and grinned.
"This is our first day off in a while," the shark man noted.
"And?"
Kisame's grin widened as he brushed a lock of hair from his partner's face.
"There are many more ways to make use of our time, Itachi-san."
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Itachi is a dork. At least when concerning fire jutsu.