Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

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Itachi woke up to the smell of frying eggs. His stomach rumbled loudly, demanding some of the food. Walking into the kitchen, he saw Kisame bent over the stove, minding a pan of eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Itachi watched him, marveling at the blue man. 'A jock can cook?' he thought. 'What is the world coming to?'

"So," Kisame said, flipping a flapjack, "I never did catch your name."

The raven was prepared. "Ikamono."

"Liar!" the football captain cackled. Itachi jumped, startled by outburst. His palms started to sweat.

"What?" he breathed.

"That's what it means, right?" Kisame asked, giving him a look. He started breathing again and nodded, smiling.

"Yeah. I was, uh, supposed to be a boy. My mom thought it was appropriate." Itachi shook his head at the funny feeling in his stomach. He was a politician at heart; he lied on a regular basis. Why was he so uncomfortable lying to a guy he had never spoken to before?

They ate their meals, asking each other short questions every once in a while.

"How long do you want to stay?" Kisame asked, munching on his bacon.

"Just the weekend, if that's alright…" He blushed, imagining the next two days with the blue boy. Could he keep him from learning all his secrets?

The fake couple stood outside the theater, waiting for Itachi's little brother. They were fine with not acting couplish at first, but soon they started to see fellow students walking along the strip the movies were on. Their hands were interlocked once they saw some of the Fangirlies walking around, including the boyish blond from the day before. She was with one of the group's stalkee's, Sasori, who Itachi had phoned to warn. Itachi took a closer look and realized that the blond was actually another boy. 'Sasori, too, huh?' he thought. 'How many gays were out there?'

A small Itachi look alike trotted up to the two with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He gaped at the large, blue boy who stood with his brother. Kisame chuckled and ruffled the little boy's hair. Itachi spun his little brother around and pushed him towards a wall with movie posters plastered all over it.

"Excuse us," he called over his shoulder, "I need to talk to my brother for a moment."

Sasuke adjusted the bag. "What was that about, Itachi? And why is your hair down? You hate it down. Why is that guy—?"

"He thinks I'm a girl, okay?" he confessed, looking away. There was silence for a moment before they both burst out laughing.

"Wow, I knew you were weird, but I didn't think you'd go that far for a date," his brother sniggered.

"The thing is, he's gay, too," Itachi said as he leaned against the wall. He received a curious look.

"Then why don't you just tell him about you?" he asked. The politician just shook his head in reply.

"It's fake and only for a week. What's the point?"

As they walked back toward Kisame, he told Sasuke what he had to call him and other necessary information to keep up his ruse. They all went to the ticket booth then, the jock having invited the middle-schooler along, and went inside to buy popcorn and take their seats. The movie they watched was an old one; the theater had a special showing of the classics once a week. Itachi rolled his eyes when the sharks with laser beams ate the Japanese man. It was so ridiculous, but that was what made the movie a classic comedy.

When the romance scene popped up, the raven couldn't help but look up at his date. The firm jaw, his soft looking lips, and smooth cheeks, all covered in blue, looked absolutely breathtaking. When Kisame turned his head ever so slightly, Itachi blushed and looked away towards his brother. Sasuke was making kissy faces and him and laughing silently. He was forced to pull his knees up and bury his tomato red face into them.

"I hope you don't think this is scary," Kisame whispered. The embarrassed teen shook his head rapidly.

"It's just…I don't feel well." To emphasize his point, he clutched his stomach and put on a pained look. A big, blue hand was placed on his forehead and his face flamed again.

"You definitely feel a bit warm. Maybe we should leave…"

He ushered Itachi out, apologizing to Sasuke. He assured them it was no problem, but before they left, he took Kisame aside.

"You should ask Ita—Ikamono some questions," Sasuke told him, "The answers will surprise you."

He didn't even allow the senior to reply, just handed the duffel to Kisame and walked towards home. The teen was left to mull this over as he hopped in his pick-up to drive Itachi back to his house. The raven started taking short breaths and his face flushed. 'I actually am sick' he thought. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to erase the heat that radiated from them. His companion cast him worried glances and pressed his foot down a little harder on the gas pedal. He just barely made the green light and sped down his street, the tires screeching as he turned into the driveway.

Yanking open the door, he bundled Itachi into his muscled arms, leaving the bag. Kisame fumbled for his house-key, his anxiety causing him to be clumsy. He finally found it in his back pocket and opened the front door. Very carefully, he laid his sick friend on the plush couch in his living room.

Itachi coughed violently into his hand and remembered something extremely important. He hadn't taken his pills that morning. He wiped the blood on his palm on his shirt and attempted to sit up, only to fall back against the armrest and convulsed. Kisame ran back into the room with his arms full of medicine to aid the raven. He dropped to his knees and sifted through the bottles for something effective.

"K-kisame," Itachi wheezed, "In my…b-bag. Sasuke sh…should've put a bottle in there."

The senior came back shortly with a small orange bottle filled with fingernail sized pills. He unscrewed the lid and tilted it into the poor boy's twitching, outstretched hand. The junior popped two into his mouth. A few moments passed and the convulsions slowly stopped, replaced by a heavy breathing. He still harbored a fever, but the immediate danger had passed. Kisame fell back on his butt, astonished.

"What just happened, Ikamono?" he asked, watching him with a wary eye.

Itachi curled into the fetal position. "I'm dying every second of the day. The only reason I keep myself alive is so that Sasuke isn't alone."

Kisame was silent. He watched the steady movement of Itachi's flat chest, wondering what secrets he had.

Black eyes opened to see blue skin. 'Beautiful blue' he thought dumbly, staring at it for what seemed a very long time. Eventually, his eyes opened, too, and they gazed at each other. Questions burned to be asked and answers were yearned for.

"What are you hiding?" Kisame murmured, adjusting himself on his parent's bed. He had brought the sleeping teen there so he could keep an eye on him more comfortably. Apparently, though, he had got a little too comfortable.

Itachi raised a hand up to his hair, sitting up as he did so. He braided it quickly, trying to keep his bangs in their usual style, and let him arms fall in his lap. Kisame's face flickered through a range of emotions, going from puzzlement, to recognition.

"You're…Itachi!" he exclaimed, getting up from the bed to stand near the window. The raven's hair freed itself and fell forward as he lowered his head. Tears spilled from his eyes.

"I'm sorry!" he cried, "You never gave me a chance to explain myself in the beginning and…I liked you! I wanted to help you, so I did."

"You…like me?" Kisame said, incredulous. The politician nodded, embarrassed. A few salty tears still leaked from his eyes. Hesitantly, a blue hand reached out and caressed the teen's pale cheek, wiping away the drops with his thumb. He put a knee up on the mattress to lean closer. Ever so slowly, he moved his face closer as the smaller boys eyes closed. Their lips touched softly and it quickly deepened. Kisame climbed on top of Itachi, never breaking the kiss. When they separated for air, both looked each other in the deep eyes.

"I think I like you, too."

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Ah, finally! An update! Now I have to figure out how to update it next time D: It'll probably be a while. My teachers like to pile a crapload of homework on me. Did I mention I go to an IB school? Look it up! In exchange for bettering my future, I have to give my freetime and happiness :D Yay me~! =3=

Remember to review. Thanks for reading!~Michi

PS:Ita-chan is horrible at keeping secrets, ne?