Hello again.

I'm sorry for taking so long with this chapter, my only excuse was I have been horribly sick with a fever and the flu. It sucked.

This chapter features Socially-awkward!Itachi and Lovestruck!Itachi. It also may have turned out a little ridiculous.

I would like to say thank you to Aaron Leach for suggesting pairings. Thanks to everyone who reviewed.

A special thanks to He-Wh0-Must-N0t-Be-Named who is helping me fill out the chapters.

Enjoy! Sincerely, Darth-In-Training

"Are you ready to go yet?" Glenn shouted through the door.

They had been here for about four hours, waiting for Kisame to finish his new sword. The Korean had felt just a little unsafe at the grin the sharkman sported upon seeing all the material in the sword shop. "Yep, what do you think?" came a voice from behind.

Glenn whirled around letting out a (manly dang it!) squeak. His jaw fell open at the sword wielders creation.

"Can you even use that thing? Isn't it a bit... big?"
His question was answered by a blade suddenly appearing under his throat.
"Need I say anything more?" Kisame asked, a sadistic grin splitting his face open.
"n-no." the Asian stuttered out.
A amused chuckle sounded from behind them, they both turned to see the third member of their party leaning against the wall.
"if you boys are done talking about swords, we should be heading back"
Kisame blushed a brilliant and beautiful shade of purple when she appeared. He looked her over, she was wearing a white button up with long sleeves, a brown leather vest, and black skinny jeans. He loved how her eyes looked when she laughed, they had this brilliant shine.
'wait, hold up brain, stop being mushy! Think missing nin thoughts! Killing! Shredding people with Samehada! How beautiful she looks in the sunlight! Wait, what?!'
"ARGH!"
"Whats wrong?" Glenn asked, the missing nin glared at him,
"Nothing, absolutely nothing" he ground out, "Lets get back to the prison before someone starts worrying"
"I agree with Jaw's here" Michonne said. Glenn laughed, practically falling over.
"I don't get it, am I missing something again?" the bluenette questioned, he decided to find out that
reference when his companions gave him innocent looks. He didn't trust the innocent looks.

~At the prison~
Itachi was hiding, he was not ashamed to admit it. Suddenly he felt sorry for all the times he laughed on his visits to the village when he saw Sasuke surrounded by fangirls. He was currently on the run from
Carol's mothering, Beth's borderline stalking, Carl's constant questioning and Maggie threatening him if he hurt her sister.
For someone who had spent the past decade away from most human contact, it was a little overwhelming. He got along well with Daryl though, they were both quite, and preferred to be alone, but would fight to protect what they cared about.
Before running, he had been helping strengthen a piece of fence, they would place the new section and he would meld it together with fire style. But then several little kids had started coming over with big
smiles, and he had run for his sanity.
He was currently on the roof of the prison, waiting for Kisame's return. If he was around the blue man, people were a little more cautious to approach.
Beth was sitting in the yard staring up at the clouds. she felt safer then she had in months. the new comers were amazing and powerful finally they could take a deep breath and focus on something other then just surviving, like how to get that thick skulled Uchiha to string together more then two words. She had a sudden sinking feeling was he perhaps gay? after all he wore allot of leather, and painted his nails, and had long hair. His friend also painted his nails. Could it be? Nah, she was pretty sure that wasn't true, after all, Kisame was obviously smitten with Michonne.
Itachi sighed in relief as the car that had left that morning pulled up to the gate. He only prayed Kisame had forged himself a new sword. The former leaf ninja jumped from his perch and made his way to the
car. He wasn't the only one, and internally groaned when Maggie and Beth also approached.
"Hey Itachi, like the new blade?" the bluenette asked.
Itachi looked uninterested even as the sword was whipped within three of his face.
He raised one thin eyebrow, and shook his head sadly.
"Why does that look exactly like the executioners blade?"
Kisame's evil smirk fell, "That's all you have to say? I spent four hours making it, and all you say is its a rip off?"
"hn" Itachi muttered in confirmation before heading back indoors, it was almost dinner. Even if the food wasn't all that great (he had yet to find any dango) he had been training and needed energy.
At dinner Itachi carefully seated himself in between Rick and Daryl, that way Beth couldn't reach him. It wasn't that he didn't like her, it was just a little weird after all the time spent alone, or with Kisame that someone was interested in him. In a romantic way, rather then as a weapon.

Dinner went well, it was beans again, but this time there was deer meat, and canned pineapple. Which Itachi had never had, he decided he liked the fruit. But there was still no dango. He missed that the most about the old world, besides Sasuke of coarse, he missed his little brother more then his food. Or at least, he thought so, it was hard to decide. After all, dango had never killed him. Maybe he did like the dango better, it was less whiny. Itachi finished his food and headed to his cell, this would require some thought.

Kisame was out 'breaking in his new blade'. Those were his words, Itachi called it 'playing with his new toy, and acting like a child'. Though all Itachi said on the outside was "hn".
He quickly rotated in a circle, holding the blade out from his body, removing the heads of several walkers.
"Not bad blue" a familiar voice said, the shark's face turned bright purple, before he put on a grin.
He thought it was a handsome, I'm-so-awesome-words-can't-describe-me, devilish grin. It came out looking like a crazed grin, with far too many, very sharp teeth showing.
"Ya think so?" he said, casually decapitating another walker, before plunging the blade into the ground, leaning on it comfortably.
"Yeah, for a blue person" Michonne teased.
"Hey, that's racist!" Kisame protested, faking a hurt look.
'She's so pretty, I should ask her out. We could go kill walkers together and maybe go swimming somewhere. Wait, what is wrong with my brain! Stop being mushy! Think of something else! Maiming! Mocking Deidara's art! How much I want to hug her"
"NOOOOO! SHUT UP!" Kisame slammed his head into his sword a few times. Michonne raised a elegant eyebrow.
"You ok blue?" she asked worriedly, he nodded, head still pressed against his sword. His entire face had turned the color of a grape.
"Fine, I'm fine" he mumbled, before body flashing into the cell he and Itachi shared. Michonne laughed again, the shark was just to cute when he blushed.

Itachi raised an elegant eyebrow as Kisame appeared with a face the color of an eggplant.

"Don't even ask" the shark collapsed on his bed.

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