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"Itachi!" Shisui hissed.
Said person, after shifting around for a moment, blearily opened his eyes to glare at the person speaking.
"...Why you bother whispering when your goal is to wake me up anyways is beyond me," he huffed eventually. "What is it?"
Shisui, leaning over him, grinned excitedly. "Get up. We're going out."
Itachi, sighing as he realized he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep, pushed himself into a sitting position. He rubbed his eyes tiredly. "...Out where?" he mumbled.
"To sight-see," Shisui replied cheerfully. Itachi frowned up at him. "Oh no, no matter how cute your pouting is you're not getting out of this. Come on, we're the first Leaf nin to be allowed in this city since the war! We can't just waste our time sitting around and meditating."
Itachi blinked before stating, "I'm not pouting. And I don't meditate that often."
Shisui rolled his eyes. "And my hair is green. Now, come on, up, up!"
Itachi resisted the urge to groan and let his head thunk back on the wall as Shisui, already dressed, dug through his backpack to find his wallet. After a minute of staring boredly at his cousin, he finally stretched and moved to stand up, grabbing his headband from the dresser.
A hand caught his before he could tie it on, and Shisui took it away from him and threw it in Itachi's bag. "No headbands. You know it might cause trouble. And besides," Shisui grinned, "We're off duty." The younger belatedly realized Shisui wasn't wearing his headband either and shrugged, too tired to care much.
"...Okay," he sighed.
-xXx- A Few Hours Later -xXx-
Itachi slammed the door to their room behind him in a rare display of anger, ripping his cloak off and throwing it in the general direction of the bathroom.
Shisui opened the door after him and closed it much more quietly, looking like he would either bust out laughing or dive behind the bed to escape Itachi's wrath.
"Do I really look that similar to a girl?" Itachi ranted, yanking his wet shirt off and looking for a spare in his bag. Even with the raincoats, they had still gotten soaked.
He looked warningly at his cousin for his input. Shisui, who had been changing in a much more calm manner, shook his head quickly.
"It can't be the long hair," Itachi went on. "I know plenty of men with hair as long as mine. And my eyelashes! I do not wear makeup! It is natural!"
"Really?" Shisui mumbled under his breath, surprised, but when Itachi rounded on him he quickly emended his mistake, "I mean, really, how do they see it?"
They had gone out to eat and generally wander, and several times Itachi had been mistaken for a girl. Shisui's girl, no less. Their "date," as the waiter at the restaurant had called it, had been filled with hidden laughter (and slight embarrassment) on Shisui's part, because Itachi's reaction to being referred to as his girlfriend three times in one day was hilarious. For Itachi, though... Lets just say he was lucky Shisui had mistaken the flush on his face for one of anger.
"Come on," Shisui began, holding his hands up as if to placate an angry animal. "Let's just-"
"I'm not going out again," Itachi snapped.
"Never said you had to," the older grinned. Itachi narrowed his eyes at him.
"...You think this is funny."
Obviously. Shisui scratched his head nervously. "Sorry, but, yeah, it kind of is."
Itachi stared at him for a few more seconds before turning his back to him, and Shisui was alarmed to see his shoulders shaking.
"Hey!" he gasped, rushing forward. He didn't think he would cry! "Come on, Itachi, I'm sorry, you know I'm just playing-"
"That actually worked?" Itachi asked incredulously as he straightened up, perfectly fine. He smiled at Shisui's jaw dropping. "Oops."
"That's not fair," Shisui pouted. "You know crying girls are my weakness."
He didn't say anything after getting punched in the face.
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"So, can I get today's hint?" Shisui asked with a forced grin, hanging his head off the end of the bed so that he was looking at Itachi upside down. Now, after drying off, the two had decided they would rather just stay indoors for the remainder of the day.
"Hint?" Itachi asked, looking up from his book. He was leaning against the wall on his own bed.
"Your crush, duh," Shisui answered, loving the blush that immediately spread across Itachi's face.
"...Ask away, then," the younger mumbled as he glued his gaze to the book in front of him.
"Well, I can't think of many girls that we both know," Shisui mused. "And if it's my sister, oh my God, I'm beating the ever loving fuck out of you."
"No!" Itachi answered quickly, appalled. "Shisui, she's seven. God, no."
"Good," Shisui sniffed. "So, then... That one nurse from the hospital that treated you that one time? What's her name? Kiko?"
Itachi made a face, "Who?"
"Guess it's not her," Shisui snickered. "Jeez, this is hard."
"...I never said it was a girl..." Itachi said quietly. Shisui's jaw fell open and Itachi's blush darkened.
"Woah," the older of the two blinked, feeling his hopes soar at the one piece of information. "I didn't know you were into guys."
"I'm not," Itachi said quickly, embarrassed. "Just...this one guy."
Shisui rolled over so he could rest his chin on folded arms. "What's he look like?"
Black hair... No, it would give it away. "Blue eyes," he mumbled, tilting the book so that it was covering his face more.
"How long have you known him?" Shisui's voice was surprisingly gentle, Itachi thought. Shouldn't he sound more hyper?
This reply took longer than the previous one. "...Since I was born." The blush had now disappeared entirely, replaced by a paleness that showed his fear. He tightened his hold on his book so that his hands wouldn't tremble.
Shisui's eyes were wide with shock as the clues fell in place, leaving him breathless. He sat up on his knees, watching Itachi hide behind his book.
"Itachi," he mumbled. "Look at me."
Itachi shook his head, cringing behind his book. Shisui got up and walked over to his bed to sit in front of him, tugging at his wrists to try and move the book.
"Look at me," he pleaded. "Itachi, I'm not gonna hurt you, please? Look at me?"
The book moved slightly and two anxious onyx eyes looked up at him. Shisui met and held his gaze.
"Is it me?" he asked softly. Itachi ducked back down behind the book, and his silence answered for him. Shisui sat back again, heaving a shaky breath that made Itachi cringe.
"Hey," he whispered. He didn't know why he felt the need to, it just happened. "Itachi, I'm not mad. Look at me, yeah?"
Itachi glanced up at him again, hesitantly, expectantly. Shisui gave him a reassuring smile.
"It's obvious I don't care about incest," he assured. "If that's what you're worried about. I mean, come on, we're Uchihas. We intermarry all the time. Our grandma was our grandfather's second cousin. And you know I don't care for girls at all," he tugged the book farther from Itachi's face with a smile, "Don't be so scared, okay? To be honest, I...kind of like you, too."
Itachi's eyes widened, filling with relief, and then the blush was back with full force, causing him to duck his head to try to hide it.
"Hey, don't do that," Shisui laughed, pulling his face back up. Itachi was biting his lip to try to stall the grin threatening to split his face, and his onyx eyes were shining with a light Shisui hadn't seen in quite a while. "Don't do that, either," Shisui smiled, running his thumb over Itachi's lips to stop the abuse.
"How long have you...?" Itachi asked, sounding a little breathless.
"Liked you?" Shisui finished for him, moving to sit beside him. "I realized it that time at lunch a few days ago, when we were still in Fire Country. What about you? That time yesterday?" he teased. Itachi elbowed him gently with an embarrassed smile.
"Yes," he admitted. "It was rather suddenly, too. Did that happen with you?"
"Like a sudden epiphany?" Shisui hummed. "Yea. Like a punch to the stomach." He grinned.
"Hey, guys!" the door burst open and Gio stuck his head through it with a grin, oblivious to what he was interrupting. "Guess what! Negotiations went well, and we're leaving tomorrow!" He stopped when he finally noticed the dark glares fixed on him. "What?" he asked innocently.
And then, with a surprising ferocity, Itachi hurled his book directly at Gio's head.
"Holy-!" He slammed to the door shut to block the deadly projectile. "Fucking insane little-" His curses were muffled through the door.
"He's so annoying," Itachi growled, still scowling at the door. Shisui was grinning at him, looking as if he was about to laugh, before he leaned in and pressed an innocent kiss to his cheek.
"You're awesome, just saying," he chuckled as Itachi flushed brightly.
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Ugh, yea, I lied, go ahead and hate me. Really short, sucky chapter, I know, but I've written myself into a hole and I'm trying to get out of it. (In my defense, I've started just writing instead of agonizing over every little line since it's supposed to help with writer's block and I must admit it's kind of working.)
If you're still following this story, I commend you on your ability to withstand torture. :)