Ramen Doodles

By Andrew J. Talon

Disclaimer: I do not and probably never will own Naruto or any other copyrighted works mentioned in this story. I am not writing this for profit.

Just a very ancient snippet I found on an old flashdrive...

It had come to this. Brother against brother, Sharingan against Sharingan…

Avenger versus Murderer.

Kisame stood a few steps behind Itachi, looking rather bored. Itachi looked as he always did-Insufferably composed. Sasuke glared, the full might of his burning hatred cast at his opponent.

"Foolish little brother… It has been some time," Itachi noted at last. Sasuke nodded grimly.

"This is it, Itachi… I will fulfill my mission. Today, you die."

He took a step forward, the Kusanagi out in his hand and ready. Itachi made no move, stoic and invincible. Sasuke growled, made to charge-

And screamed like a little girl, shaking his hand violently.

"AAAAAGGGGHHHH! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! AAAAAAGGGHHHHH!"

Kisame blinked as Sasuke began to freak out, shaking and waving his arms frantically. He walked up to Itachi's side and watched.

Sasuke finally stopped shaking and dancing around and fell on his ass, whimpering as he dragged himself away from something on the ground. Kisame blinked again.

"… Is that a spider?"

Itachi sighed, walked over to the small arachnid, and crushed it with his foot. Sasuke gaped, breathing hard, a hand over his chest. The younger Uchiha looked up at Itachi, who just stared impassively.

"… Still need me to squish them for you I see," he commented. Sasuke snarled.

"DIE ITACHIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!"

His battle cry turned into a terrified shriek as Itachi held his open hand out, another spider crawling around on his palm. Sasuke turned and ran, screaming wildly. Kisame blinked a third time, and opened his mouth.

"Third birthday party. Spider nest hatched in his cake slice," Itachi answered. Kisame's mouth closed again, and shrugged.

"Oh…"

"Yes."

"Well…" Kisame turned and walked down the road. Itachi waited until he was sure Kisame was out of hearing range… Before shaking the spider off with a shudder.