Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Nothing was as scary as the day Itachi came back to the base with a kitten. Nothing. It was more disturbing to see him cooing over it than Hidan walking around naked and touching people with his dick in public.

It was only Sakura, Itachi and Kisame as they sat around the living room, watching TV. It was the Maury show, actually. Which was surprising since Kisame liked to watch Jerry Springer more than Maury considering people pole danced for beads and it was the closest thing to porn he could get without being beat up by Pain.

But Itachi and Sakura weren't really paying attention to the show, they were watching a small white kitten poke it's head out of Itachi's shirt. Silence ensued over the conversation (The conversation that hadn't ever started yet) except for the occasional 'Bitch!' from the television and the crunching of chips from Kisame.

"Sooo... What's the deal with the cat?"

Itachi just shrugged and Kisame shoved more chips in his mouth, watching some chick complain about this man who's 'her baby's daddy.'

"Okay then..." Itachi wasn't exactly conversation-oriented, if that point hadn't been made yet.

They sat in some more silence before the kitten started mewling pathetically from Itachi's shirt, and he started petting it on top of it's little white head to quiet it. Something told Sakura, however, that petting it would not soothe the little thing, considering that the screaming from the television was unsettling to even Sakura.

"Look you bitch! I ain't your father! Maury you tell this bitch!"

"Actually... You are the father."

"What the fuck? No I ain't no daddy, Maury!"

"Double negative, so you are."

Kisame burst out laughing, scaring the shit out of the kitten which then attached itself to Itachi's face, claws and all. It's little claws dug into his cheek and neck, and Itachi ran screaming around the living room. Completely out of character, we know, but even the coldest of men couldn't contain themselves when they had a frantic cat attached to their face.

Of course, Kisame just laughed at him while he freaked out which freaked the cat out more before Sakura got up and ripped it off his face, an annoyed expression apparent across her features.

The cat was actually pretty cute.. in Sakura's opinion anyway. She wasn't surprised Itachi had gotten attached to it. (Literally.) And she soon found herself rubbing her cheek against it's poor unsettled tummy.

"Aww... You don't like s-rank criminals, do you kitty. No you doonnn't, no you dooon't."

The cat seemed to respond with a mewl to her out of character cooes, while Itachi stood behind the pinkette, irritatedly rubbing his sore cheek.

"Awww... Did big bad Itachi scare the poor wittle babyyy."

Itachi looked at her for a moment longer, annoyed and ripped the cat out of my hands before going back to sit down. But that didn't exactly work, because after she shot Itachi a dirty look from across the room, the kitten started crying again. At first, he ignored it. But the cries got more pitiful as Kisame cranked the volume up as high as it could go on the television.

"Dude. Either ditch the cat or find out what's wrong with it."

"But, it wont leave me alone..."

Kisame grabbed the cat by the scruff and pulled it off Itachi, staring it down like someone might do in a show down.

"Why don't you feed it then, Itachi?"

"Dunno what cats eat."

Sakura sat back in her comfy chair, and watched them talk, amused by the fact that two S-rank criminals didn't know how to take care of one tiny animal.

"Don't they drink milk?"

"Yeah, Kisame but they need food too."

"We could feed it Hidan."

"She'd prolly get sick."

Kisame walked into the kitchen, completely forgetting his show, and poured the cat a bowl of milk which he set on the table. Then he lifted the cat up onto the table and watched it slowly approach the milk, seemingly worried that the kitten wouldn't take to the milk.

"You know...that cat is kinda of cute." He mumbled.

It sat back on it's haunches when it's milk was finished, licking the extra milk off of it's muzzle with her soft pink tongue. Then, satisfied, she jumped down on the counter and sauntered off into the base.

Such a cute little thing, of course she was a keeper.