Itachi hated going to parties with Shisui.

Well, he must not hate it completely. He just hated what Shisui did at parties. It always happened, and as Itachi had been to a total of seven parties with Shisui, and it happened every time, one would think he would stop going.

The problem was, Shisui played in a band.

...not that Itachi had anything against bands, not really. Some, well, yes, he did, but Shisui's band actually sounded good. They were a garage band, but Shisui was magically devoted to his guitar, constantly plucking it and playing, even when he should be doing other things. His voice was, despite his age, mid-range, with a hint of roughness on the edges that made girls flush at the sound.

Yet another thing Shisui excelled at. Itachi wasn't jealous, but it stood to mention that Shisui was second in all his classes with Itachi, first in the rest, played quarterback, had all the track records in the state by now (almost), and was the most popular smart jock in school. He could do no wrong.

Except now, Itachi was going to strangle him.

At least Itachi had had the foresight to drag a few of his friends along with him. It wasn't helping much. Itachi buried his head in his hands and waited to die. Something was going to hemorrhage soon and he would be spared another round of humiliation. People were cheering, but most of the sound in the room was Shisui singing.

Singing to Itachi.

A love song,

Again.

"Run baby run, don't ever look back. They'll tear us apart if you give them the chance."

If Itachi looked up, he knew Shisui would be looking right at him.(Don't say we're not meant to be.) Shisui's singing was embarrassingly earnest when ever he did this. He had a, admittedly, sexy voice. Itachi liked sounds. He was intensely visual, yes, but sound was like candy.

Shisui's voice sounded like dark honeyed candy with a granulated texture. It scraped the tongue as it melted into the taste buds. (Wishing wanting, yours for the taking.) The guitar was higher, thinner, and almost sour. (3-2-1 fall in my arms now)

Itachi peered through his fingers and found Shisui was doing that dorky heart thing with his hands as he took a break from being the 'awesome' lead guitarist. (The view from here is getting better with you by my side.) Itachi let his head thump down onto the table. He groaned. Shisui. Shisui was an IDIOT.

"Gee, Itachi, don't be so loud. Need some alone time?" Iruka asked. (Forever we'll be you and me, You and me~) Itachi picked up his head and glared. Having Shisui embarrass him was bad enough, but comments from the peanut gallery? That was taking it all just a little too far. A little more than he could take with the bass thrumming in his ears, and the wailing strains of guitar whining sour in his mouth. Shisui's band ended the song with a bang, just as Itachi kicked Iruka's chair out from under him, punching him in the face before he hit the ground. Itachi seethed out of the room, ignoring the applause and the gasps. His face was burning, and Shisui just grinned like he'd given Itachi the best present ever.

Stupid. STUPID. Shisui.

But.

Itachi was the one who always came to the stupid parties.