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When; May 9th, Afternoon
Rating; PGish, I guess
Characters; Uchiha Itachi

crimsonmangekyo, Hoshigaki Kisame

samehada_lover
Summary; The shark returns to the City, and comes looking for his partner.
Log;

From the forboding gothic curvature of the abandoned church's tower, crimson eyes scanned the landscape around them, black and scarlet cloak blowing slightly with the light breeze. Itachi hated waiting, but he knew that Kisame knew that as well. Just as he knew that if the shark knew what was good for him, he wouldn't keep the obsidian-haired young man waiting long.

Though it might not have been obvious for all outward appearances, Itachi couldn't deny that the return of his partner to the City was a source of something that could almost be called comfort. Not so much in the sense of that warm and fuzzy feeling that others spoke of, but merely a sessation of stress and nerves and other things that had buzzed lightly yet persistently in the back of the sharingan-user's head since Kisame's initial departure.

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Kisame's heart sped up. Those eyes, those eyes, transforming into the ugly-yet-irresistable Mangekyo form. Had Itachi's Sharingan been engaged this whole time? How had he missed that?

Oh, that's right. The man others feared as the Kaijin of the Hidden Mist had been avoiding them this whole time. Even as Kisame's blood pulsed like a torrent through his veins, he made himself hold that terrible gaze.

Uchiha Itachi does not need a coward for a partner.

Itachi's voice had dropped impossibly deeper, which could only mean he was offended. Or planning to kill. Or both.

The meaning of the words caught up a moment later.

"So your little brother sent you here? You must be proud. Isn't that what you always wanted? To die by his hand?"

After the words left his mouth, he cringed. My, he might as well use Samehada as a shovel and start digging. Itachi-san had told him that in confidence, indicating on more than one occasion that any mention of it would be hard on Kisame.

It might just be easier to fling himself head-first off the building.

[ooc: I love that idea. It's always how I imagined Itachi would go.]

Whirling scarlet met and held pale white in that same terrible gaze for a moment, Mangekyo spinning at an alarming rate as those eyes narrowed for a moment, taking in Kisame's words.

A flicker of movement and the barest brush of silk against his back, combined with the glimmer of steel as the kunai caressed his throat ever so gently, crimson red tassel with it's enameled fan and chime barely moving with the speed of Itachi's movement, before that quiet voice was hissing in his ear.

"You forget yourself, Kisame. Especially if you think my worthless scrap of a brother could even hope to take my life using my technique."

Kisame's heart pumped like a wild thing in his chest. It wanted out of his sternum, wanted to burst through bone and splatter across Itachi's perfectly pale skin.

This was why he needed Itachi. No one else in the world could make him feel so alive, yet so close to death.

No one else could pose enough of a challenge.

It was useless to try and be rational about things. Itachi may have just admitted to being sent to this world by his little brother (Right? Or was that simply confirming what Kisame already believed? Had he misinterpreted what Itachi had said to fit with his own pre-conceived notions?)

Kisame chuckled. Either way, he liked being this close to his partner, even if there was a kunai to his throat.

"I thought it belonged to an almighty Uchiha Madara? Or are the tales false?"

The chuckle was amusing in and of itself, bring the barest hint of a smile to Itachi's face. Leaning closer, he whispered in his partner's ear, enjoying the way the close contact seemed to put Kisame on edge.

"Perhaps at one time. But where is he now, Kisame?"

There was a hint of amusement in that whisper, wasn't there?

That was permission to proceed, then. Unless he horribly miscalculated, he might as well get away with some fun before the contact was broken.

"Some say the Nidaime called down the wrath of the gods upon his head."

Kisame cleared his throat. Not that much fun.

"Some say he never existed at all. Some say his spirit lives on in each prodigal child the Uchihas produce per generation."

In other words, he's dead now.

"Hn."

Again the amused chuckle, listening to Kisame's words.

"So I see. Then perhaps his spirit walks this place as well, Kisame."

A slight push of the kunai, coupled with the barest touch of Itachi's lips to Kisame's ear as he whispered.

"Or perhaps you are fortunate that it does not."

Another faint rustle of silk and the Uchiha was again simply standing in front of his partner, expression once again unreadable.

[ooc: lol, I couldn't resist. XD]

There wasn't much that could drive the sound straight from Kisame's throat, but that...

That was too much.

And Hidan was wrong. Itachi's lips weren't as cold as his words. Far from it. The heat there had melted into Kisame's skin, pouring down his neck like tears.

He put a hand to his throat. No, that was blood. Just a small trickle caused by the edge of the kunai held there not a moment ago.

Obviously Itachi had not put two and two together to realize that blood caused a hunger in sharks that would not be sated until flesh found its way to sharp, sharp teeth.

He took a step forward.

"I'm just happy that you do."

Watching Kisame that way, watching the trail of blood slide slowly down the blue throat, Itachi suppressed the urge to lick his lips. The shark wasn't the only one who had a taste for that warm, coppery fluid.

Raising one eyebrow slightly at Kisame's words, he cocked his head to one side as if curious as to what his partner was going to do, advancing like that. Despite his smaller size, Itachi had no intention of backing down in any way, even taking a half-step forward as if in challange.

That half-step forward was all it took to make Kisame falter, stop in his tracks. Kami-sama, just what in the world was he planning on doing just now?

Just what in the hell came out of his mouth just now?

His limbs felt all of a sudden awkward, too big for his body, so he hefted his sword to make use of them.

"So, uh ... you don't happen to live in a cave anymore, do you?"

Amusing, how just a single movement from him could so easily seem to rattle the larger man, make him stumble over himself. Taking another step forward, he tilted his face up to look at his partner, who seemed suitably shaken by one thing or another.

"No, Kisame. I do not reside in a cave."

"Don't tell me you live with that Ingram Little Prick-sen, or whatever he calls himself?"

No really, don't tell me. Even if you do live with the son of a bitch.

There was something about that guy that just burrowed its way under his skin and wouldn't let him rest.

And it wasn't the thought of him and Itachi sharing the same ... missions, while he had been gone.

Itachi smirked, chuckling slightly. Kisame was so amusing when he was jealous. And yes, it was obvious to the Uchiha that jealousy was exactly the problem.

Taking another step forward, he paused, leaving mere inches between himself and the other man, amused stare on his face.

"Would that bother you, Kisame?"

He would have rather gelded himself then share living space with the "substitute" Akatsuki member, but he wasn't about to tell the shark that. Better to stand by and wait, see what would happen.

"No, it wouldn't bother me."

Because Ingram would be dead.

Kisame took a slight step back. "But if you weren't rooming with anyone ... I thought ... Well, I don't really have a place to stay tonight."

[ooc: Oh noes, I think we'll have to wrap this up, since I won't be on very much this week. I really enjoyed rp'ing with you! You're a great Itachi. :)]

The ghost of an actual smile, before Itachi turned to head off.

"Are you coming, Kisame?"

[ooc: Awww, that sux. You should get on IM some, so that I can bother you. ^__^]

Kisame's grin showed a mouth full of sharp teeth.

"Just show me the way."

[ooc: I will try. :D :D :D But alas, this Itachi cosplay sewing is really taking up a huge chunk of time, and I need to get it done asap.]