Operation Red Moon
By: Sneaky Cat
Disclaimer: Seriously now... I wouldn't have nearly as much fun messing with the characters if I owned them... Ok, so I lied... but still... Don't own.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: KisaitaKisa (a.k.a. Kisame/Itachi)
Warnings: Some OOCness, sillyness, Akatsuki members, and shonen-ai... and yet more suggestive jokes.
Notes: These drabbles are the result of a series of challenges sent to me by a very tweaked out Clever Audrey. I am so proud of myself.
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Someone was going to pay.
When Kisame had first heard the parameters for their new mission, he had laughed. It had to be a joke right? I mean him and Itachi… in a dance club? Really?
Unfortunately, said joke had turned out to be anything but, and now the two found themselves inside of the small dance club they had been sent to in order to find their target, both feeling extremely uncomfortable. Kisame was able to hide his annoyance with a jagged grin. Itachi was not doing so well. The shorter man was currently glaring icily at anyone within a hundred feet radius of them.
Of course, one hundred feet probably encompassed more than the entire area of the club anyway…
Their leader really did have a sick sense of humor. A dance club Kisame could handle… if he had too, but no, it just got worse. Not only did they have to infiltrate the club in order to find their target, they had to blend in.
Kisame… and blending in…
Right…
If Diedara made one more snide comment about his face he was going to split her in two. Who was she to talk anyway, with that damned mouth in her hand? Kisame distracted himself for a few minutes with the pleasant image of roast Diedara shish kabobs.
Unfortunately the distraction didn't last long as he had to stop Itachi once again from maiming and or killing one of the other club-goers. Not that you could tell, but Kisame knew his partner a little too well.
"Later."
A very slight tick appeared under Itachi's eye.
"The next person who touches my ass is going to die, mission or not." It never failed to amuse Kisame how Itachi could say such things without even twitching a face muscle.
Yes, Itachi really and truly disliked crowds. Kisame did as well, but for different reasons. He had never had a person try to pinch his butt in passing. If this wasn't an undercover mission, he could bet that Itachi probably would have torched the room by now.
Ah, what a pleasant sight that would be.
There was a slight brush on Kisame's arm, and the taller man followed his partner's intent gaze across the room.
Target… finally. And about time too. The next person that touched Itachi, in any way, shape or form, was going to die… and Kisame wouldn't be stopping it.
No, he would be helping.
Yes, someone was going to pay dearly for this mockery.
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People shouldn't keep giving me ideas... this is the result.