This Tragic Affair Part 2
Neko Hoshi: Hey there again!
Zezu-chan: yep, ready for the next installment of our KisaxIta!
Neko Hoshi: I hope so, we worked hard on it.
Zezu-chan: Well we don't own Naruto, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. We just own the plot to this. Enjoy!
Uchiha Itachi gasped, awakening and sitting up quickly as the covers fell down. His fingers tightened numbly on the silken sheets adorning his four poster bed that had hand carved posts. Sweat poured down his neck and face, soaking his shirt's collar that he just tossed on tiredly.
His nerves acted up, making him nervously feel his left earlobe, wincing as his slender fingers brushed past a smooth sphere that hurt like hell as if he was cute there. The Uchiha stood, stifling a yawn, stretching slightly and heading towards the bathroom that was in walking distance in his room.
To be honest for his case – he looked like shit. His normally impeccable coal black hair was out of its customary ponytail and mussed up, and the creases on his face seemed to have gotten deeper into his face. The new addition he'd found attached to his ear turned out to be an earring. A quite large, blood red earring that didn't have any shape to it besides the sphere.
"A ruby . . .? What kind of shit is he trying to pull?" Itachi mumbled to himself, reaching behind the mirror to grab a bottle of painkillers out of the medicine cabinet. The pounding in his head was making it hard for the Uchiha to continue standing in place and to even think.
~Damn~ Madara was going to kill him if he was late again for anything he was assigned. He only hopes that he drank a whole bunch of sake last night, went out, and got his ear pierced and dreamt that had the Hoshigaki had been just that. Knowing his screwed up luck, however, it probably wasn't.
After steadying himself and quickly gulping down the pills with a handful of water, Itachi meticulously fixed his hair, pulling it out of the way with a crimson hair band, and splashed his face with ice-cold water. He'd shower . . . later.
The Uchiha quickly stripped off the previous day's outfit, ignoring the small stings of dried blood flaking off his neck. He looked down, only to groan softly. Circular bruises had formed on his stomach from just below his nipples to the hem of his pants. Small pricks of dried blood adorned each bruise, signaling that someone with sharp teeth had bitten him.
~Ah, Damnit. ~ He sighed heavily, dressing in a white button-down, black slacks and a tie the same color as his earring. Madara would have to wait, as he had been too wasted last night to finish the god-damned paperwork. The pile on his desk was growing way too tall for his liking.
A light knock on the door sounded lightly throughout the room with no answered follow. It went unheard to the inhabitant of the room. The door then opened slightly, revealing an effeminate, long haired man looking in with curiosity in his darkened eyes. Madara sighed, allowing one small smile to slip through his stem visage.
The boy in his sights was fast asleep at his desk, all the paperwork he'd put there yesterday done. The sake bottle he'd hidden behind the mount of papers was tipped over next to him, empty with the dish nowhere to be seen. His blood red tie was draped uselessly around his neck.
It was rather obvious that Itachi had a rough night – which was unusual – even if he hadn't been in the foyer when he'd stumbled in, piss-ass drunk. He'd been grinning wildly like he was the mad hatter, the new bodily accessory and ripped clothes adding to the mad man look he had going on. He waved around a few hastily scrawled on papers in his uncle's face.
"Cost me mah gun but I gots em!" The drunken Uchiha then proceeded to collapse onto the carpet.
The elder Uchiha frowned at the burnt in his mind memory, wondering where his nephew heard such atrocious language. They were the aristocrats – one family anyway – after all and they had to uphold their reputation of being noble and have no emotions.
An animalistic growl of rage echoed throughout the dimly light chambers of one Hoshigaki Kisame. The man in question was currently pacing back and forth, treading a dilapidated path into the soft wool carpet. His muttering was growling steadily louder with each pace.
"Why me? This is surely going to end up as a suicide mission, isn't it? But why him? I'm a Hoshigaki – he's a ~Uchiha~, damnit! A fucking Uchiha why? WHY DID HE SAY YES?"
Clearly the poor man was having some problems and the purpling bruise where his shoulder met his neck wasn't helping the issue at all.
In an antidimatic moment, the door burst open, stopping the Hoshigaki frantic pacing and talking. A blond child, no taller than his waist, skipped in, his wide blue eyes smiling up at him.
Kisame grinned, ruffling the wild blond hair. "What have I told you about barging in Naruto-chan?"
"'always knock before entering'. But Kisa-kun was yelling real loud, so Naru-chan thought Kisa-kun wasn't doing anything bad!" The boy piped up, earning another chuckle from the now release Hoshigaki.
"Don't always assume things, kid. It might end up bad for you."
"Hai! Oh, Otou-san wants to see Kisa-kun!" Naruto remembered with that same child like look to him.
Kisame sighed. It was probably another damned mission containing ~his~ Uchiha.
He didn't know that the words 'his' and 'Uchiha' could be used so adjacent to one another in a sentence but – he grinned absentmindedly rubbing at the bruise on his neck – he liked it.
"Itachi-kun," Madara murmured, touching the younger Uchiha's shoulder gently as a small groan escaped his lips when that did nothing to wake him. "Time to wake up!"
It was almost like he was thirteen again, when he didn't respond to anything that the elder threw at him just to get him up. The elder Uchiha sighed heavily, before slamming his fist onto the desk. Itachi started awake, looking as if he was on the verge of having a heart attack.
"Oh, so ~now~ you're awake huh?" Madara said the playfulness in his voice hiding by a bitterly sarcastic tone.
Itachi opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut off by his uncle.
"No time for words, 'Tachi, you've got a mission. But, "Madara sniffed the air cautiously before grinning – blood, sweat and the hint of something salty, "you might want to take a shower first."
"A mission?" Kisame asked quietly, his glare never wavering from the elderly clan member.
"Yes," the answered was permeated by a hacking cough, "Find out what the Uchiha clan has been plotting against us."
"Itachi-kun~!" Madara called in a sing-song voice, bursting into the bathroom that the said person was currently in the midst of putting on a T-shirt, the towel still covering his waist. The Uchiha raised an eyebrow at his uncle.
"Have you no shame or reverence for personal space at all Oji-san!"
Madara grinned, shaking his head rapidly before opening his mouth. "Dang 'Tachi – you've got a lot of hickeys!"
Itachi sighed, pushing his uncle out of the room so he could change in peace – but not before the elder Uchiha had the chance to poke most of them.
What's worse – the gash at his throat had started bleeding again.
Neko Hoshi: And done! Finished with part two.
Zezu-chan: We might as well make it into a chapter fanfic since we keep getting ideas for it.
NH: true. Well chapter two instead. Hope you guys enjoyed it.
ZC: just wait until chapter three.