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 Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 9:44 pm
Idk if there are any fangirls of KisaIta? But I am! =D Well, are i'm a fangirl of any Akatsuki Yaoi... But I wanted to start putting some of Kisame and Itachi on here. I found this awesome writer on DeviantART.com, xotakux2002x, She's writen alot about KisaIta, Sasodei, and KakuHida. She's even done PeinXKonan! She doesn't have alot of ZetuTobi though.. X3 I LOVE YOU TOBI NO DANNA!! So.. Yeah. I'm starting out with a KisaIta story she wrote called Emo Angel. This does have many parts to it and lucklly its finished =D I'll try and part up as many parts as I can.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 1:15 pm
EMO ANGEL prologue
The sun was only just beginning to rise as Kisame climbed out of his bed and began dressing. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t have gotten out of bed until the last possible minute, but today was an exception. He was about to start at a new school, and he needed to do something before he walked into the building.
The teen shuffled through his apartment, grabbing jeans, a shirt, a jacket, and shoes, which were scattered all over the place. He really needed to clean this place up; then again, why bother. He was the only person living in this one bedroom, one bathroom apartment. Besides, it wasn’t like he ever had company over that needed to be impressed.
The shark walked into the kitchen and grabbed two slices of leftover pizza from the fridge, eating one while he looked for his house keys. He found them on top of the fridge (no telling how they ended up there in the first place) and walked out of the house, locking the door and pocketing his keys before walking down the hall of his apartment building.
No one else had awoken yet. Kisame could always tell when people were home, what moods they were in, and what had happened that day by the sounds he heard coming from their apartments. Usually there were a few screams, or a child crying. Sometimes he heard cheers when a person got a paycheck, or a child did well in school. If an apartment door was left open, it meant someone in the family had recently died, so friends and family were welcome to pop in and console the mourning family. All in all, his building wasn’t too bad.
Kisame walked down the two flights of steps that were at the end of the hall in apartment building, stepping out into the street. Not many people were up and moving yet; the street lights were still on, and normal traffic was absent, with only an occasional car driving down the street. Kisame was grateful for this; he really didn’t like people crowding around him. He was always guaranteed to run in to someone that hadn’t seen his blue skin before and would stare at him.
The teen walked down the street, going a few blocks before turning and heading down another street. He stopped in front of a brick wall, topped with barbed wire to keep intruders out. The shark reached up, carefully pulling apart two pieces of barbed wire that he’d cut years ago, still unrepaired. Kisame quickly hopped the fence, and the next instant was standing in a graveyard.
Kisame failed to see why people thought graveyards were so creepy. Most people probably thought of dark churchyards with jagged headstones poking out here and there, names unreadable, with spooks lurking at the edge of the church grounds, waiting to get you. They rarely, (if ever), thought about a city graveyard, with headstones lined up in neat rows, names readable for anyone who cared enough to look at the stones. The whole area was fenced in, spiked fences or barbed wire set up around it to keep intruders out. Not creepy in the least. Just very depressing.
The shark walked along the rows of tombstones he’d grown to know so well, finally stopping in front of a small marker. His eyes read the words on the stone, even though the inscription had been committed to memory.
Karin Hoshigaki. Beloved mother, taken before her time.
Short, sweet, and to the point. Just like his mom.
Kisame sat down on the grass in front of the headstone, remembering his mother. After he’d been born, his father had just taken off. He probably couldn’t endure having a blue-skinned child for a kid. His mother, on the other hand, failed to see anything wrong with Kisame, and raised him on her own. Times were tough, and occasionally his mom would snap (she had a terribly short temper, after all) but she was still a great mother. It had just been him, her, and a housecat.
Kisame reached up to his cheeks and ran his fingers over his cheeks, feeling the scars that rested on his face. It was that stupid cat’s fault that he was here now.
It had been a fall afternoon. His mother was telling him to come inside, before the sun went down. Kisame, on the other hand, was more interested in finding the cat and bringing it inside, before it had to spend all night in the cold.
He’d finally caught the animal, and had scooped it up. Unfortunately, the cat was in a bad mood and lashed out at him, scraping both of Kisame’s cheeks before the boy finally dropped him. “Stupid cat! Get back here!” he called, chasing the animal into the street.
The boy heard a car horn and turned in time to see the car heading straight for him. Suddenly, he felt something shove him forward, sending him flying to the other side of the road as the car’s brakes screeched out.
Kisame watched in silence as the vehicle collided with his mother. She’d pushed him out of the way.
The next few hours were a blur; cops talking with him, paramedics making sure he was ok, reporters talking about this “tragic accident”, as they referred to it as. Sometime in all this mayhem, the cat had escaped. Go figure.
That had been when Kisame was ten. Since then, he’d been bounced around from foster home to foster home, never staying more than eight months in any place. When he hit 18, he had finally had enough and got an apartment of his own, using the money that had been set aside for him after his mother’s demise. He’d have to get a job soon enough, but for now he was just going to enjoy being on his own.
“Hey mom,” the teen began, staring at the headstone. “I’m going to start at a new school. Again.
I’m a senior this year, so I shouldn’t have too many problems. Maybe I’ll make a few friends.” Yeah right. “I’ll see you later, alright?” No answer. Kisame was used to it.
The shark rose to his feet, surprised to see that while he had been sitting there, thinking and talking, the sun had risen, and he could now hear the sounds of cars honking, people yelling, and a few dogs barking. The city was awake and on the move. He’d better get to school.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 1:32 pm
EMO ANGEL part 1
The high school was nothing special in Kisame’s opinion; just a regular two-story building, filled with your average mixture of preps, jocks, thespians, Goths, and outcasts. Naturally, Kisame didn’t fit in with any of them.
The day was relatively uneventful; he had to endure the normal stares, whispers, and pointed fingers, but that was it. He did his best to ignore it, which wasn’t too hard, since he was used to this kind of treatment.
His classes were nothing out of the ordinary, nor were his teachers or classmates. By the end of third period, Kisame had decided that life in this school would be nothing short of completely and totally monotonous. Still, despite how calm and almost boring his day had been, Kisame was still dreading lunch.
He hated lunch period. He always had, and probably always would. No matter how many times he had to endure it, he never got used to the feeling of standing in the middle of the lunch room, looking around for an empty table to sit at, praying that he could avoid the stares of his peers for just a little while.
Well, lunch time finally came, and Kisame was searching for a table, trying to find somewhere to sit. It looked like most tables were already filling up with teenagers and their friends, and he highly doubted anyone would willingly sit with him.
As he was about to walk over to a table of theater kids and ask if he could eat with them, he spotted a semi-empty table in the back of the lunchroom. The only person residing at the circular table was a male, dressed in all black, his ink colored hair pulled back in a ponytail.
Seeing his chance, Kisame crossed the lunchroom and sat down beside the male, praying he wouldn’t be thrown out. “You mind if I sit here?”
“Hn.”
What kind of answer was that? The teen hadn’t even looked up from his lunch when Kisame sat down by him. Still, a ‘hn’ was better than a no, and Kisame had learned not to be too picky with people who could tolerate him.
The teens were silent for a while, picking at their food. Kisame was desperately trying to think of something to say; this awkward silence was almost as bad as sitting with kids who’d stare at him the whole time. Almost. “My name’s Kisame Hoshigaki. What’s yours?”
“Itachi Uchiha.” Two words. That was an accomplishment.
“Itachi, why isn’t anyone else sitting with you?”
“I hate people. Everyone around here knows that.” Ouch. “You’re new, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Kisame replied. “I just sat here because no one else was around. I don’t do so well with people.”
“Why?”
“If you’d look up from your lunch tray, you’d know why.”
Itachi finally allowed himself to look over the shark, eyes tracing over each detail of Kisame’s body. At the very least, the shark expected wide eyes, a slight gasp, maybe even a cry of horror. But Itachi’s face showed no emotion; his dull, onyx colored eyes didn’t even widen. “You’re blue,” the weasel stated plainly.
Kisame was tempted to make a snappy sarcastic remark, but decided to let it go. “Exactly.”
“I fail to see the problem.”
The shark’s mind shut down then. Was this kid serious? Maybe he was just stupid. As soon as Kisame’s mind got over the shock, he began speaking, trying to explain the problem to the teen. “Itachi, most people aren’t blue. It’s extremely weird for me to look like this. In fact, you’re probably the first person that hasn’t spazzed out when you saw me.”
“That’s their problem.”
Kisame sighed. Clearly this guy just didn’t get it. “Itachi, people have a tendency to freak out whenever they see someone like me. My body’s a weird color, I’ve got scars on my face, and I’m taller than most people around here.”
“All of which I’ve noticed.”
“But most people aren’t as calm as you. As soon as they see a freak like me, they put up their defenses to try and keep me away.”
“Humans are shallow. It’s their nature to be like that. They’re so wrapped up in their boring, pathetic lives that they’ll freak out when anything that threatens to disrupt their day to day living comes along, even attempting to destroy it or drive it away. People are just like that, Kisame.”
“You’re not?”
“Hn.” Kisame couldn’t think of anything to say after that, so the two of them once again lapsed into silence.
A few minutes later, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch period. Kisame waited until most of the teens had dumped their lunch trays and exited the room before going to throw his own trash away and leave. No point in getting caught in a crowd of loud, pushy teenagers if you could avoid it, right?
As he was walking past the lunch table again to exit the room, he felt a hand suddenly grab his wrist, and looked down to see Itachi holding on to him.
The weasel was looking to the side, the same bored, unreadable expression painted on his face. “Kisame…if you don’t have somewhere to sit at lunch tomorrow, go ahead and sit with me again. You aren’t as annoying as most of the people around here.” Without offering any more explanation, the emo looking teen walked off, presumably to throw away his own trash before going back to class.
The shark walked down the hall, very close to going into shock. Not only had someone allowed him to sit at their lunch table and not freaked out when they saw him, but that same person had invited him to sit at his table tomorrow.
If Kisame didn’t know better, he’d say he was well on his way to making a friend.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 1:41 pm
EMO ANGEL part 2
Itachi walked down the hall, heading straight to his locker. When he arrived at his destination, he shut his eyes and let out a sigh.
His locker had been spray painted. Again.
He quickly dialed in the combination, grabbing his books and shutting the locker as quickly as he could, eyes looking over the new barrage of insults. He was used to this, and the words didn’t really bother him all that much anymore. The poor spelling of the vandals, however, did. He was tempted to take out a marker and make a few corrections, but that would only encourage them. He shook his head and walked away, hoping the janitor would take care of the problem soon.
To Itachi, every class was exactly the same. The only difference was what the teacher’s were going on and on about. He spent most of his time staring out the window, waiting for the bell to ring and signal that his torture was that much closer to being over-
“Mr. Uchiha!” The weasel turned to look at the front of the class, staring at his teacher. “I’m hoping that you found the answer to this problem outside that window, because you’re going to tell the class what the solution to this equation is!”
Itachi looked at the board for a grand total of five seconds before saying, “X equals all real numbers.”
“Incorrect,” the teacher said, a smug smile on his face. “X equals three.”
Rolling his eyes, Itachi rose to his feet and walked to the front of the room, grabbing the chalk out of his teacher’s hand and writing the equation on the board, step by step. When he stepped away from the work, it showed that he had been right. The teacher had made an error in the first step of the problem.
“…It appears you are correct, Mr. Uchiha,” the man spat out. “Tell me, would you prefer to be the one who stands up here and teaches the lessons, since you can apparently do them so much better than I?”
“Hn,” Itachi replied, shuffling back to his seat, trying to ignore the comments the other kids were making.
“Showoff.”
“Why does he even show up if he knows this stuff? He should just stay home.”
“It figures he’s smart. After all, he got away with murder.”
The last comment made Itachi clench his teeth, hands balling into fists. Somehow, he was able to keep his temper in check, and merely sat back down in his seat, eyes looking out the window once more.
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Itachi wouldn’t say that he looked forward to lunch, but it was probably the only period he didn’t dread. The reason for that was new kid named Kisame.
Kisame was the only semi-tolerable teen in this whole accursed place. He didn’t ramble on and on like some people did, and he didn’t bother the weasel too much. An occasional question here and there, maybe a statement that was a bit odd, but that was it.
Itachi wasn’t sure what he considered Kisame to be. Maybe not a friend; but he definitely wasn’t one of those people that Itachi could shove to the back of his mind and block out. Overall, he liked the shark. That was about all he could say for now.
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“Hey, you.”
Itachi inwardly rolled his eyes as he shut his locker and turned to see the six teens surrounding him. Their leader, a kid name Suzu, walked forward, smiling at the Uchiha. “Did you enjoy the little message we wrote you earlier?” he asked, grinning.
“No. You’re spelling’s atrocious,” Itachi said, hoping to shock the teen long enough to escape.
Suzu, however, was unfazed as he stepped towards the Uchiha. “Sorry about that. Next time we call you a f**, we’ll be sure to double check the spelling. That better?”
“Hn,” Itachi said, trying to run out of the circle, only to be held in place by two cronies. Suzu cracked his knuckles and punched the Uchiha in the gut, making Itachi slump forward. The weasel was practically seeing red. Suzu knew that in a one-on-one fight, Itachi could take him, so he had his peons hold the Uchiha in place. Coward.
“What’s wrong?” Suzu asked, tilting the weasel’s head up to look at him. “Can’t fight back?” And at that moment, Suzu made a crucial mistake.
He assumed that Itachi was above biting him.
“OWW!” he screamed as the weasel’s teeth dug into his wrist. “Let go of me, you freak!” he yelled, slamming his free fist into the weasel’s head over and over again.
Itachi ignored the command and scraped his lower canines over Suzu’s wrist, nicking the vein. One he tasted blood in his mouth, he released the teen, watching as he stumbled back, eyes wide in shock. “I’m bleeding!” He screamed, face paling.
Itachi spat the blood in his mouth in the eyes of one crony, before kicking the other in the gut. He immediately bolted down the hall, determined to get away from them before Suzu recovered.
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Itachi stumbled into his room, still slightly out of breath. He’d learned from past experience that Suzu and his gang would follow him all the way home, so he hadn’t stopped until he’d hit his doorstep. He’d arrived home to find an empty house as usual. No surprise. He really doubted his parents even wanted to come home anymore.
He shut the door to his room, locking it more out of habit than actually wanting privacy. His parents and brother rarely came into his room anymore, unless they absolutely had to.
The Uchiha walked into his bathroom and pulled out a bottle of painkillers, frowning when he noticed that several pills were gone. His mother must have been raiding his medicine cabinet again. The woman was always complaining about a headache, or a toothache, or something else hurting, so she absolutely had to have Itachi’s painkillers instead of using her own. He swallowed two capsules, then exited the room, medicine bottle still in his hands.
The Uchiha set the medicine bottle on his bedside table, before opening the table’s drawer and pulling out a ratty old notebook. It was his List for Living.
Itachi had actually taken the trouble of writing down the pros and cons of his life, each in their own separate columns. The first dozen or so pages were full of things that had been crossed out on both lists. It was only when he hit the middle of the notebook that Itachi’s thoughts were brought up to date.
Right now, the list of cons was much longer than the pros. In fact, the only pro he had was “I could actually do something with my life if I wanted to.” Time to fix that.
Pulling a pen out of his drawer, Itachi wrote down, “May have made a friend named Kisame.” Two pros. Itachi had to smile for a quick instant before replacing the pen and notebook and shutting the drawer. He stretched out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He probably needed to eat dinner soon, but he wasn’t very hungry. Then again, when was he?
Itachi sat up and rose from the bed, deciding he may as well he. He needed to add that to his list; he had a tiny appetite, so he’d never have to worry about getting fat. That would be three things on his list. Three things to help him get through another day.
Itachi couldn’t help but think that if the pro list ever got down to zero, he might die.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 1:46 pm
EMO ANGEL part 3
For the first time in his life, Kisame didn’t hate going to school.
His classes were boring, repetitive, and geared towards the kids who couldn’t have pointed out their home country on a globe if they were given a map and directions. The teachers were nothing short of disinterested, self-centered kids who refused to grow up and had just taken this job to have the two months of summer vacation that came with the job. And if the cafeteria food didn’t make you sick, having to stay in the same room as some of these teenagers surely would. Still, Kisame didn’t hate his new school. He blamed this on Itachi.
Lunch was only thirty minutes, but it was the best thirty minutes Kisame had all day. Despite the Uchiha’s lack of interest in him, chatting with him, or anything having to do with Kisame, the shark was inexplicably drawn to him. Little by little, he was able to learn about the weasel. Just small things here and there.
The first thing he learned was that the Uchiha had an insatiable sweet tooth. Half the things on his lunch tray were guaranteed to be made of sugar, or sugar coated. How Itachi managed to keep his teeth so white when he ate all these sweets would forever be a mystery to the shark.
The next thing he learned was that the Uchiha rarely ever spoke, and when he did it was usually just a monosyllabic answer. That was the third thing Kisame learned; how to tell Itachi’s yes ‘hns’ and no ‘hns’ apart.
Slowly, Itachi began to let Kisame know more and more about him. Like how he had one little brother who hated him, and two parents that he hated. Kisame told him he lacked siblings, and his father was long gone. He told the weasel about living on his own, and even a little about the other people in his apartment. All in all, their friendship was going rather well, in the shark’s opinion.
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“…So that’s about it, mom,” Kisame said, sitting in front of his mother’s headstone. Several weeks had passed since he’d last spoken to her, so he thought a visit was overdue.
“I still haven’t told him that you’re dead, though,” Kisame said. “I’m not sure how he’d react.”
“Most people would say it’s morbid to talk to a dead person over their grave. Crazy even.”
The shark twisted around to look up at Itachi. The Uchiha was standing there, an unreadable expression on his face. “So, is this your mom?” he asked, sitting down beside the shark.
“Uh-huh.”
“…”
“Itachi, why are you here?”
“I’m visiting a grave as well. My best friend Shisui’s buried here.”
“…I’m sorry.”
“..”
“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened? Did he die in a car crash, or-“
“He shot himself.”
“What?!”
Itachi brought his knees to his chest, staring down at the ground, lips set in a grim line. Kisame began to feel uncomfortable, and looked away. “If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to.”
“Everyone else knows what happened. You may as well hear it too.
Shisui and I had always been really close. And then one day in middle school, he asked me out. I accepted, and for a time, things were good.
But after a while, the other kids started making fun of us. They said it was weird, the kind of relationship we had. It didn’t bother me, but their words ate away at Shisui. So he finally broke up with me.
Needless to say, I was furious that he’d just dumped me because he didn’t like what everyone else was saying about us. I started ignoring him, then just avoiding him. So did a lot of other people. Shisui didn’t realize it, but when the kids were teasing us, the only one on his side was me. So now, we were both alone.”
Itachi’s hands clenched into fists, and his voice became much quieter as he went on. “He started acting distant, and didn’t even bother going to class most of the time. And then one day, he didn’t show up at school. I was a little worried; we’d been friends for years, after all. So I went to his house.
The door was open, and neither one of his parents were home from school. So I just walked in and went straight up to his room.” Itachi shut his eyes and stayed quiet for a few minutes before going on. “There was a puddle of blood, and a gun in his hand.
I called the police and everything, but there was nothing they could do. Since I was the only one in the house, and since I discovered the body, they started questioning me, getting my fingerprints, everything. Everyone started saying I killed Shisui because he broke up with me. Even when they determined it was suicide, not everyone believed it.
Sometimes, I just come here to see his grave. It’s the only time it feels like he’s really dead, you know?” Itachi asked, looking at Kisame.
The shark nodded in understanding. “She died because I was acting stupid,” he muttered, making Itachi raise a brow, intrigued.
“I was outside, and I wanted to bring this stupid cat inside the house before it froze. I ran into the street, and a car was coming right at me. My mom shoved me out of the way, but the car hit her instead. She never had a chance. It’s different, but in a way, I guess we both played a part in their deaths.”
“…”
“…”
“You’re right; it is different,” Itachi said, rising to his feet. “But thanks.”
“Hmm?” Now Kisame rose to his feet. “For what?”
“…I’m not sure. But thanks.” Itachi walked off then, feeling better on the inside than he had in a long while.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 1:58 pm
EMO ANGEL part 4
A few days after their chat in the graveyard, Kisame decided that not only was Itachi his friend, but probably the only friend he was likely to make while here. Furthermore, from what the Uchiha told him, Itachi didn’t have any other friends besides Kisame. That being said, he needed to make an attempt to be around the Uchiha sometime other than the thirty minutes of lunch they spent together.
Currently lunch period was half over, and as usual the two of them had lapsed into silence. Kisame had spent the entire time trying to figure out exactly how he could ask the Uchiha to come over to his pace without making it sound like a date. “Just spit it out already.”
Kisame turned to stare at his partner, whose attention was still focused on his lunch tray. “Say what you want to say,” the Uchiha repeated. “If it’s too hard for you to say, just let it go. You’ve been thinking all lunch period about this, and it’s annoying me.”
Kisame had to hand it to the weasel; Itachi may have no social skills, but he could read people like a book. “Itachi, can you come over to my place for a while tonight?”
“Doubtful. My parents hate it when I make last minute plans.” Well there went that idea. “But…is there any way I could come over tomorrow night?”
“Yeah. I don’t see why not,” Kisame replied, feeling rather happy on the inside. Itachi had at least made an effort to come over to the shark’s house. That was a good sign.
“Besides,” he thought as the lunch bell rang, “I’ll need time to clean up my place.”
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“Father.”
“Hmm? What is it Itachi?” Fugaku Uchiha turned around in his chair to stare at his elder son.
“I need to go over to a friend’s house tomorrow.”
“What for?”
“School work.”
“Who is this friend?” Fugaku asked suspiciously. “And if it’s just school work, why can’t he just come over here?”
“Because Sasuke will bother us. His name’s Kisame Hoshigaki.”
“I’ve never heard of him.”
“He’s new.”
“Fine. But you had better be doing school work. If your grades slip, your whole life will go down the drain, you know that, right?”
“Yes father.”
“You’ve got a haircut next week, by the way. Honestly, it’s bad enough you always wear black, but that hair length is too much…” Itachi had already walked out of the room, having completely lost interest in his father after he’d been given permission to go. As for the haircut; he’d skip it, just like every other appointment his father made for him.
He trudged down the hall, passing his little brother’s room. He hardly ever saw the kid anymore; probably because Sasuke made a point of avoiding Itachi. The kid hated him for some unknown reason, and in all honesty Itachi really didn’t want to find out what his brother held against him. As far as the weasel was concerned, Sasuke was just another person that hated him.
Somehow the weasel made it into the bathroom, and was currently sitting on the edge of the bathtub, sleeve rolled up. He was only vaguely aware of the razor blade sliding across his skin, adding another line to his ever-growing collection of scars on his wrist.
As the blood and pain left his body, he began thinking about the kids at school, who thought it was so funny when a person started cutting. How ridiculous it was when those “emo kids” went into the bathroom and cut themselves.
Here’s hoping they found this funny.
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Kisame had managed to finish cleaning his house in a matter of hours. He was actually glad he’d taken the time to clean up his house, if only for one reason.
He’d found his mother’s ring.
His mother wasn’t much of a feminine person; she’d always take jeans and a t-shirt over a dress, and she had no problem playing with action figures and cars when Kisame was little, as opposed to dolls or tea sets. The only thing she ever kept on her that was the least bit feminine was a small gold ring, with a little diamond in the center of it. Kisame had never bothered asking where she’d gotten it from; he doubted it was a wedding or engagement ring, so maybe it had belonged to her mother. It could have even been a birthday gift for all he knew. The point was, aside from a few old photos, that ring was all he had to remember his mother by.
Right after her death, he’d carried that thing around with him everywhere. Then, he’d settled for having it on his bedside table. Then in the drawer of his bedside table. Finally, it had just disappeared into the mess of his house, never to be seen again, until the shark began cleaning again.
The ring wasn’t the only thing he’d found. He’d managed to find several shirts that had been deemed gone for good, his cell phone, and the TV remote. All in all, the cleaning had proved most fruitful.
He quietly walked into his room, shutting off the lights as he went. At least his house was clean enough for company now.
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“You really do live alone, don’t you?”
“How could you tell?”
The two of them had just walked into the apartment, and Itachi was getting his first look at the shark’s home.
“Everything has its own place. Everything is organized. If another person lived here, at least one or two things would be messy, since you either wouldn’t know where to put them, or hadn’t noticed them being out of place.”
“I don’t know whether to be frightened or amazed by your mind,” Kisame said, smiling as he shut the door. Itachi merely walked further into the house, looking around. “Hey, you hungry?” Kisame called out.
“Hn.” The shark decided to take that as a yes and grabbed his cell phone, ordering a pizza. It had come down to either having a house phone, or a cell phone. The way Kisame looked at it, a house phone had to stay in the house, but a cell phone could stay in the house or in your pocket. Which do you think he picked?
Twenty minutes later the teens were sitting on the couch, munching on pizza and watching old Monty Python reruns. “Dang, it’s late,” Kisame said, looking at the clock. “Hey, do you just wanna crash here for the night?”
“Hn,” Itachi replied, knowing that if he went home this late, his father would no doubt yell at him for waking them all up in the middle of the night.
Minutes later, the shark had walked to the closet in the hall and retrieved a blanket for the weasel to use. “Night, Itachi,” he called out before going into his room.
The weasel didn’t reply, instead choosing to snuggle into the couch, pulling the blanket tightly around him. For some reason, he felt better on the inside than he had since their graveyard visit. “Night, Kisame,” he whispered before going to sleep.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 2:05 pm
EMO ANGEL part 5
As days turned into weeks, and Kisame began inviting Itachi more and more frequently. The Uchiha was always able to convince his father to let him go over to Kisame’s place, either for a few hours or an overnight. His grades remained high, making Fugaku truly believe that Kisame and he were doing work for school whenever he went to the shark’s house. Oh, how easy it was to manipulate an adult’s mind.
As these thoughts whirled through Itachi’s head, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. Before he could process what was happening, his body was jerked back, then slammed into his locker. “Hey weasel.” Itachi very nearly groaned in annoyance.
Suzu was back.
The teen spun Itachi around to look at him, glaring daggers at the weasel. “I bet you thought that was pretty clever. Biting me so you could run away like a coward, right?”
“Do you mind? I have to get to class.” Suzu clenched his teeth, about to punch the Uchiha when a teacher walked by, giving Itachi the chance to escape. Another win for him, in a never ending battle. How hollow this victory felt.
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“Class, we’ve got a new student joining us today.” Kisame just continued to stare out the window.
He wasn’t the least bit interested in who this new kid was. The shark’s priorities were with Itachi right now; the weasel had been unusually quiet during lunch, not even bothering to answer Kisame’s questions, or pretend to be interested in them. “I didn’t know you were in here.”
The shark spun around to see Itachi sitting beside him. “What are you doing in here?!”
“I’m the new student.”
“What happened? I mean, why are you in my class? The semesters not even half over, but I thought it was too late to transfer classes-“
“I had issues with another kid in my class. They gave me a new schedule so I wouldn’t have to put up with him,” Itachi explained.
“Oh.” The weasel didn’t appear to want to say anymore about his transfer, so Kisame decided to let the matter drop.
Itachi, meanwhile, was silently grateful for this change. Not only was his schedule virtually free of Suzu now, but he actually had a class with Kisame. He needed to add this to his pro list when he got home.
After the bell rang, everyone filed out of the classroom as quickly as they could, eager to get home. School was over, and no one wanted to hang around longer then they had to. “See ya tomorrow, Itachi,” Kisame said, leaving his friend behind.
Itachi dialed in the combination to his locker, quickly putting his books up before shutting the door once more. He turned around, intent on leaving the building, only to come face to face with Suzu. “Hey you.”
The Uchiha tried to bolt, only to be grabbed by a crony and slammed into the hard concrete wall of the school. “Being a smartass really isn’t good for your health, Itachi,” Suzu stated, grinning at his captive. “C’mon,” he told the peons, “we don’t want to get blood all over the floor.”
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Kisame was busy heating up a can of soup when his phone began ringing. “Hello?”
“Kisame?”
Who else would it be? “Yeah Itachi?”
“Can I crash at your place tonight?”
“Um, well…my house is sort of a mess right now.”
“…That’s a problem.”
“Why?”
“I can’t go home in this shape.”
Kisame’s pulse quickened. “What happened?”
“Does your landlady mind blood on the carpet?”
Kisame ran to the door and flung it open, sticking his head out into the hallway. After a few seconds of searching, he found Itachi on the ground, leaning against the wall with a cell phone pressed to his ear.
For a few moments, all Kisame could do was gape at the bruised and bloody Uchiha. Seeing that his friend wasn’t about to do anything soon, Itachi snapped his cell phone shut and tried to rise to his feet, wincing and sinking back to the ground before he even got halfway up.
The sight brought Kisame back to reality, and he quickly bent down, grabbing the weasel and helping Itachi to his feet. “I repeat, what happened?”
“I got beat up,” Itachi spat out, a few droplets of blood falling to the floor as he spoke. Kisame shook his head and helped the weasel into his apartment, setting him down on a chair before running into the bathroom and grabbing a first aid kit.
A few minutes later the weasel was getting patched up, courtesy of Kisame. “This happen often?”
“Not this bad.”
“But it happens. Can’t you fight?”
“It was six to one, and they were mad.”
“Makes sense. Ok, let me just get your arms patched up-“
The weasel instantly jerked away from Kisame’s grasp, holding his arms against his chest. “I can do that.”
“Itachi, I just want to-“
“I said, I can do it,” Itachi growled softly, glaring at the shark. The look in his eyes was normally enough to make people back off. Unfortunately for him, Kisame seemed to be an exception to that rule. “Itachi, let me help you.”
“No.”
“Itachi, I’m going to look at your arms whether you want me to or not, so just give up.” A short fight ensued with Kisame trying to get the weasel’s jacket off and Itachi trying to keep it on. Itachi was in no shape to put up a decent fight after his beatings, though, and soon the jacket was on the floor.
At first, Kisame didn’t notice the cuts on Itachi’s wrist. When he finally spotted the red and white lines, however, his work froze, eyes glued to the cuts. As he continued to stare, Itachi felt his stomach knot. “Itachi…”
The Uchiha jumped to his feet and bolted for the door. Kisame wasn’t about to let his friend run off in this shape and grabbed him a moment later, making Itachi cry out when the shark’s arms put pressure on the bruises on his sides. “Itachi, calm down!”
“Let go!” the weasel ordered, trying to pull out of Kisame’s grasp. The only thought going through his head was to get out of Kisame’s apartment and get out of there NOW.
“Itachi, you’re making it worse!” Kisame said, trying to reason with the Uchiha. If Itachi kept this up, he’d aggravate his injuries, and they might have to go to a hospital. Finally giving up on using reason to calm his friend, Kisame did the only thing he could think of.
He bent down and kissed Itachi.
Much to his relief, the kiss had the desired effect. Itachi froze, mind trying to process exactly what was going on. After a few moments Kisame pulled away, eye locked with the Uchiha’s. “Now listen. I’m not going to do anything about your cuts, and I’m not going to tell anyone,” Kisame said slowly, hoping to keep the weasel calm. “I just want to take care of your injuries. Alright?”
The weasel slowly nodded and allowed himself to be led back to the chair, where Kisame finished bandaging his wounds. He wasn’t hungry, and Kisame had quite clearly lost his appetite, so the two of them decided to turn in early.
“Just lie on your stomach,” Kisame ordered, draping a blanket over Itachi. Your back has the most bruises, so there’s no point in putting pressure on them.”
“…”
“Look, just go to sleep. Ok?” When he didn’t receive an answer, Kisame placed a hand on the Uchiha’s head and gently began stroking Itachi’s hair. “Ok?”
“Hn.”
“Good. Now sleep,” Kisame softly ordered, walking into his own room, leaving Itachi alone with his thoughts. It took a while, but finally they were both able to fall asleep.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 6:00 pm
EMO ANGEL part 6
Itachi woke up the next morning to the sound of Kisame talking with someone. “Hello, Mr. Uchiha? My name’s Kisame, and-well, I was actually calling about Itachi. He came home sick yesterday, and he’s been throwing up nonstop. I think he should-there’s no need to pick him up! He’ll just make the rest of you sick!...Alright, I’ll keep him home and make sure he studies. Illness is no excuse for slacking…yes, I’ll send him home when he’s well. Goodbye.” The shark hung up and sighed, turning to look at Itachi. “Your old man’s a real b*****d, you know?”
“…”
“Itachi, I’m going to go to school now, so just stay home and do whatever you want. There’s food in the fridge, and the remote’s on the coffee table. Just don’t move around too much, ok?”
“…”
“Will you at least say something?” Kisame asked, walking over to the couch and kneeling down by Itachi. He brushed a few loose hairs out of Itachi’s face, running his eyes over the injured Uchiha. “You’re making me worry.”
Itachi reached up and grabbed the shark’s hand, holding it against his face for a few moments before releasing it and rolling over. “I’m going back to sleep.”
The shark smiled as he rose to his feet and exited the apartment.
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Kisame hadn’t realized how absolutely boring his day would be without Itachi around. It was true, they only had one class and lunch together, but that had at least given Kisame something to look forward to. Now, he had absolutely nothing to help him pass the time. Oh, what a wonderful morning this was turning into.
However, Kisame had to banish these thoughts from his mind as soon as the bell rang and he stepped into the high school hallway. He was determined to find out who had orchestrated the attack on Itachi. The shark wasn’t exactly sure what he’d do once he found out who it was, but he could worry about the details later. Finding the guys responsible for his friend’s injuries was the only thing he needed to worry about right now.
Unfortunately, this was proving to be one of those situations where it is easier said than done. No one was talking about the weasel, and there were no whispered conversations dropping hints of who had attacked Itachi. In fact, no one even seemed to notice that the weasel was absent today.
It was a bit upsetting, in all honesty. Was Kisame really the only one who cared what happened to Itachi?
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Around noon, Itachi’s grumbling stomach woke him up.
The weasel carefully sat up, wincing as his sore body was forced to move out of its semi-comfortable position. He could focus on the pain later. Now it was time to hunt for food.
The Uchiha slowly made his way into the kitchen, looking around as he went. This house had an almost empty feeling to it; like Kisame was ready to move out at anytime. There were no photos or pictures on the walls, and even the kitchen lacked decoration. It was sad, almost to the point of depressing.
Once he’d reached the fridge, Itachi peered around at the contents, trying to decide what sounded good for lunch. The only items in the fridge were a few slices of pizza, two semi-ripe bananas, and half a carton of milk. Apparently eating healthy wasn’t high on Kisame’s priority list.
The weasel settled on eating the two bananas, munching on them in front of the fridge before walking over to the garbage can and tossing the peels away. By now his body was really starting to ache; he wondered if the shark had any painkillers in his bathroom, but going there would involve walking to the point of the apartment furthest away from the couch. Itachi let out a sigh as he shuffled across the house, heading for the medicine cabinet.
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Lunch period was in full swing, and for the first time in the school year Kisame was sitting alone. God, he really missed the weasel.
His mind hadn’t strayed far from Itachi all day, and now his thoughts were on what the weasel was eating. He wasn’t sure if Itachi liked bananas or pizza; really the shark should go grocery shopping sometime. Wandering around a supermarket for several hours listening to crying children and pricing food was so much fun, after all.
Kisame was almost glad when the lunch bell rang, signaling that he had to get back to class. He really just wanted this day to be over.
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Itachi had finally managed to find a few painkillers and had downed them, praying that they would kick in quickly. But now, he was too sore to walk back across the apartment to the couch. Although…
The Uchiha walked out of the bathroom and looked to his left, staring at the door to Kisame’s room. It was rather tempting, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to invade the shark’s privacy like that. What should he do?
A shooting pain in his side made him decide to take the shark’s room. If Kisame yelled at him later, he’d just say it was the shark’s fault for leaving the medicine on the other side of the house. Moving ever so slowly, Itachi walked towards the door and opened it, entering Kisame’s room.
The room was slightly messy, but other than that devoid of life, just like the rest of the house. Itachi trudged to the bed, pulling back the blankets and slowly climbing in, wincing as he was forced to bend his sore limbs. He snuggled into the pillow, which smelled like Kisame. Sort of a salty, rainy scent. As the weasel drifted off, he decided he really didn’t care if Kisame yelled at him or not. This was way better than the couch.
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“Itachi?” No answer.
The shark walked into his apartment, looking around for the weasel. He’d decided to go grocery shopping, and for some reason felt like asking the Uchiha if he wanted anything. “Itachi, where are you?”
When he didn’t find the weasel in the kitchen or the living room, he began searching the rest of the house, eventually ending up outside the door to his room. “There’s no way he’d go in here…” the shark grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door.
There was Itachi, curled up in his bed, sound asleep.
“…He looks like an angel…” Kisame slowly crossed the room, eventually stopping at the side of his bed. The shark grabbed Itachi’s shoulder, gently shaking the weasel. “Itachi, wake up.”
The Uchiha slowly opened his eyes, staring up at his friend. “What is it?” he asked, speech slurred by sleep.
“I’m going out for food. Want anything?”
“Hn.”
“Ok, what?”
“Tylenol. You’re out.”
“That it?”
“Hn.”
“Alright. Go back to sleep then.” Kisame began walking away, only to have Itachi grab his wrist. The weasel slowly pulled himself up, still holding onto the shark’s arm. “Something wrong?”
“…Kisame?”
“Yeah?”
“...Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Itachi.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 6:17 pm
EMO ANGEL part 7
A few days later, Itachi gave Kisame his locker combination, so the shark could bring home his books. It was looking like the weasel was going to be out of commission for a while, a fact that the shark hated. Not only did he have to spend all day without Itachi around, but it was downright painful to see his only friend lying on the couch, covered in bruises and cuts.
Still, the shark couldn’t be entirely upset. Having the weasel stay in his apartment helped ease the sharp loneliness he normally felt when he came home from school. Plus, he was learning more and more about the Uchiha. It was true what they said about having to live with someone to find out who they really were.
For example, Kisame found out that his new roommate had a dango fetish.
He’d known that Itachi like sweets, so when he’d gone grocery shopping, he’d picked up a few sticks of the sweet treat for his friend. When he’d arrived back at his apartment, Itachi had been curled up on the couch, sleeping peacefully. “Hey Itachi, I got something for you,” Kisame said, walking over to the weasel and gently shaking him awake. The weasel blinked his eyes open, staring at the shark with a questioning look in his eye. “Here,” Kisame said, showing him the dango and setting it on the coffee table. “I’m going to unpack the rest of my stuff, and then I’ll be back, ok?” Itachi nodded, and Kisame left the room.
He had returned ten minutes later to see five dango sticks lying on the table, with Itachi’s back to him. He’d stared at the weasel for a good five minutes in sheer disbelief before picking up the trash and walking about into the kitchen, tossing the dango sticks into the garbage can. After that, he brought home just one stick a day. He then realized another thing about the weasel; it was nearly impossible for Itachi to gain weight.
At the moment, Kisame was heading into his apartment, eager to see his friend after a particularly long day at school. He walked into the apartment, tossing his keys onto the counter before walking further into the house. “Itachi,” he called out, walking further into the house.
The weasel was already sitting upright on the couch, waiting expectantly for his treat. Kisame resisted the urge to smirk as he handed the dango to Itachi, exiting the room moments later. “Enjoy,” he called back.
The shark put his cell phone on the charger (the stupid thing had died on him on the way home) and then returned to the living room. To his shock, the dango was still untouched, and lying on the coffee table. “Itachi, are you feeling ok?” Kisame asked, worried.
“Hn.”
Of course he couldn’t get a straight answer out of the weasel. Kisame was tempted to yell at the Uchiha until he got an answer, but more than likely the weasel would just clam up and ignore him. Best take this slowly.
Kisame sat down on the edge of the couch, looking down at his friend. “Itachi, what is it?” The weasel slowly sat up, but refused to say anything, or even look at Kisame. “Look, if it’s something I did-“ Itachi grabbed Kisame’s shoulder, pulled himself up, and gave the shark a gentle peck on the lips.
Kisame’s mind stopped working when he was kissed. Itachi pulled away and lay back down on the couch, back turned to the shark, offering no explanation for his actions.
Kisame wasn’t sure what to do now. The first time they’d kissed, he’d been trying to shock the weasel long enough to get him calm and under control. Since then, he’d gotten more and more attached to the weasel, almost to the point where he felt more like Itachi’s protector then his friend. He knew Itachi was gay, so he shouldn’t have been all that surprised that the Uchiha ended up liking him. So what was he supposed to do now?
Kisame settled for reaching out and resting his hand on the weasel’s back, gently rubbing circles into it. “So that’s why you were upset,” he muttered, more to himself than Itachi.
The weasel made no sound, and Kisame had no idea what to say. He knew what was supposed to happen now; this was the part of the cheesy romance novel where he admitted his feelings to Itachi. They’d kiss, their lives would suddenly get better, and they’d live happily ever after. The only problem was, this was life, not a love story. “Itachi, I have absolutely no clue what to do now.” Holy crap, had he really just said that aloud?
Judging from how the weasel flinched he had. Oh well, he might as well go with this now. “Itachi, I don’t know what to say right now, I don’t know what I should be doing with you, and I don’t know what to do in a relationship.” Ok, whoever said honesty was the best policy was really full of it.
“But…” Kisame took a minute to organize his thoughts before going on. “I think that...I like you too.”
Itachi chanced a glance at Kisame after hearing those words. What was he trying to say?
“Look, Itachi, if you’re willing to, I’d like to give dating a shot.”
Kisame could have slapped himself for saying that. There were a thousand and one better ways to phrase that question, and they both knew it. Now Itachi would not only reject him, but think him an inept simpleton.
Except that Itachi wasn’t rejecting him. In fact, he was nodding his head up and down at the shark.
“You mean that?” Wow, even dumber question. Still, Itachi didn’t stop nodding, so things were still in his favor.
Kisame grinned. For the first time since his mother’s death, a human being really and truly liked him, even cared for him. “Alright then. From now on, I’m your boyfriend.”
The shark wasn’t sure what he should do next. Kiss him? Hug him? It was probably too sudden for that. He settled for just rising from the couch and walking towards the bathroom. “Itachi, I’m going to take a bath, then we can eat dinner, ok?”
“Hn.” Taking that as a yes, Kisame disappeared into his bathroom.
Moments later, Itachi reached out and snatched the uneaten dango off the table, rolling over to stare at the ceiling as he munched on the treat. He had a boyfriend. The Uchiha had never even considered another relationship with a girl or boy possible after Shisui had died. But here he was, lying on his boyfriend’s couch, munching on dango and waiting for Kisame to step out of the bath so they could have dinner.
“I have a boyfriend,” he whispered. Itachi smiled up at the ceiling as he bit into the dango.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 1:40 pm
EMO ANGEL part 8
Itachi stared out the window of his classroom, deep in thought. He and Kisame had been going out for a few weeks, and he’d found out that the shark really did have no idea what to do as a boyfriend.
Itachi was not used to having to be the forward, pushy member of a relationship. But, since Kisame was acting like he was stepping on eggshells every time he did something around the weasel, Itachi had had to take control of things. It was just that simple.
At the sound of the bell, Itachi rose and exited the classroom, thoughts still on Kisame. It was times like this that he was glad the shark was his only friend; he didn’t have to worry about people walking up to him and ask why he was acting so spaced out.
Lunch was about the only period of the day that hadn’t changed when they started going out. Kisame would still do most of the little talking that went on at lunch, and he was still allowed the peace that he loved so much.
Sixth period, however; well, that was almost awkward. Itachi would stare out the window, trying to ignore the shark’s gaze on him. Whenever he’d turn around in his seat, or even look at the shark, Kisame would instantly turn away, as if embarrassed to be caught looking at his boyfriend. Honestly, he was acting like a shy school girl. Scratch out awkward, this was just plain annoying.
The bell rang, and like the trained monkeys they were, the students rose from their seats and exited the room. “Can you come over tonight?” Kisame asked.
“Hn,” was the weasel’s reply.
“Great. Look, I’m gonna stuff my books in my locker, than I’ll meet you at yours, alright?” The Uchiha nodded as the shark walked off.
The weasel actually had homework tonight, but in all honesty he didn’t feel like doing it. Not like it mattered whether he did the work or not; he could run circles around the other kids in all his classes, and everyone knew it. Itachi soon had all his books stuffed into his locker. Now all he had to do was wait for the shark to show up. “My, don’t you heal up nice.” The weasel very nearly groaned in annoyance. This was becoming cliché, in his book.
Itachi turned to see Suzu and company walking up, surrounding the weasel as idiotic smiles crossed their faces. “Nice to see you again,” Suzu began, cracking his knuckles. “We were starting to miss you.”
The weasel rolled his eyes and tried to walk off, only to be stopped by a thug. “Ah ah ahh,” Suzu said, shaking a finger at the weasel. “You’re not leaving just like that.”
“Itachi, what’s going on?” the group turned to see Kisame a few feet away from them, arms crossed and a frown on his face.
“Nothing that concerns you,” Suzu replied. “So just beat it.”
“I wasn’t talking to you, punk,” Kisame said, walking closer to the teen, towering over the thug. “I was talking to my friend.” He shot the weasel a brief glance. “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you six are the ones that beat Itachi to a bloody pulp a while back.”
“Good guess,” Suzu said, turning back to the weasel. “Now beat it, freak.”
Kisame opened a locker, grabbed Suzu by his collar, and shoved him inside, locking it behind him. Most of the kids in this place were too lazy to lock and unlock their lockers, which worked to Kisame’s advantage. “Beat it, or you get the same,” Kisame growled, glaring down at the other teens.
The thugs were not about to back down, though. It was still five to one, after all. Kisame had to shove two more of them into lockers, and then he just settled for bashing their skulls against the cold metal. Finally, they took off, calling a few choice words back at the shark and weasel as they left. “Lousy thugs,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Come on; we can go now.” The weasel nodded, following behind his friend.
Itachi didn’t say a word on the way home, not even when they entered the shark’s apartment. “You feeling ok?” Kisame asked. No answer. The shark sighed and shook his head, walking into the kitchen to make dinner. Microwaved ramen and semi-flat soda. Yum.
He brought the food into the living room, holding a plate out for the Uchiha, only to jerk it away when Itachi tried to grab it. “You can have this,” Kisame said. “But only if you tell me what’s bugging you. Ok?” Itachi glared at him for a few moments before nodding in agreement. Kisame handed him the food and sat down beside the weasel, awaiting an explanation.
“You know what they’re going to say about you now,” Itachi growled, stabbing the ramen. “They’ll assume we’re going out, and start going after you too.”
“Your point?”
“They’ll drag those other mindless drones at our school into this. You’re going to get called a f** now, like me.”
“Itachi, I’ve gone through my whole life being called names. A few more aren’t going to hurt me.”
“You say that now…”
Kisame blinked in surprise, then grabbed the weasel’s chin and jerked his head around to face the shark. “Itachi, listen to me. I’m not gonna let what happened to you before happen again. I’m not Shisui; I’m not leaving you.”
The weasel looked down, allowing the words to sink in. “Alright?” Kisame asked.
“Call my dad. I’m staying the night,” Itachi said, getting up and walking into the bathroom. A moment later, Kisame heard the sound of the shower being turned on. He walked into the kitchen, picking his phone up off the counter and dialing the Uchiha’s home phone. By the time he had finished talking with Fugaku, Itachi had climbed out of the shower and was dressed for bed. Meaning he’d gone into the shark’s room and pulled an oversized t-shirt out of the shark’s dresser.
Kisame had to admit, his boyfriend looked rather cute like that. Not that he’d ever let the weasel know, though. He sat down on the couch, flipping on the TV to a classic film channel, knowing the weasel loved old movies.
Itachi flopped down beside him, scooting closer to the shark. Kisame took a chance and reached out, wrapping an arm around the weasel’s waist. After a few moments that seemed like an eternity to the shark, Itachi moved closer, snuggling into Kisame’s side. Maybe the Uchiha wouldn’t always have to be the forward one in this relationship.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 5:21 pm
oooh, nice story!! 4laugh is there any more of it? i like it! blaugh
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 2:55 pm
saphyra04 oooh, nice story!! 4laugh is there any more of it? i like it! blaugh Yup! I'm not gonna be on my laptop alot since school is starting/started, but i'm going to try and post more of the story as much as I can. =D I'm so glad you like it!
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 3:23 pm
Rukka Iwa saphyra04 oooh, nice story!! 4laugh is there any more of it? i like it! blaugh Yup! I'm not gonna be on my laptop alot since school is starting/started, but i'm going to try and post more of the story as much as I can. =D I'm so glad you like it! i love these kinds of stories! so keep it coming! and more, if you want..... blaugh
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:37 am
EMO ANGEL part 9
The sound of Kisame shutting off the TV woke Itachi.
The Uchiha could tell that it was still night, so Kisame probably wanted to go to bed, which meant that the Uchiha would have to move to let him up.
However, Itachi was feeling rather lazy right now, and had no intention of giving up the nice warm shark he was cuddling into at the moment. Who knew Kisame was this comfy...
He felt a pressure applied to his head, which he soon determined to be Kisame's hand. The shark's fingers wove themselves into his hair, and gently began combing out the knots in it. Well well. Apparently Kisame was a bit more confident when Itachi was asleep. Or at least pretending to be.
The weasel's attention was momentarily pulled away by the feeling of Kisame's other hand traveling across the shark's lap and coming to rest on Itachi's thigh. The Uchiha very nearly frowned at the movement, but managed to keep up the illusion of unconsciousness. What was the shark doing?
It seemed that not even Kisame could answer that question, because he hesitated after that, eventually stopping his movements all together. Finally, after a period of time that was nothing short of an eternity to the weasel, Kisame began moving again. He began by sliding his other hand down the weasel's body and around Itachi's waist. Then, to the weasel's shock, Kisame picked him up.
The movements were slow and gentle, as if the shark was afraid of waking his boyfriend (which he no doubt was). Itachi made the appropriate mumbles and movements to make the shark think he was interrupting the weasel's sleep, before quieting down once more. Staying still no doubt would have let Kisame in on the truth in a flash.
Finally, Itachi was all the way in his boyfriend's lap, body turned to the side, ear pressed against the shark's pounding heart. It took a while, but Kisame finally calmed himself down, his heartbeat slowing to a normal rate.
Itachi now had to resist smiling. This was a much more pleasurable way of sleeping than burying your face in a couch cushion.
Suddenly, the shark's pulse picked up again. What was it this time?
Kisame took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. "You really do look like an angel," he whispered softly.
Now it was the Uchiha's heart that began pounding. How Kisame had said that...it wasn't like when a mother told her child that they looked like an angel. It was how a lover would speak to their significant other.
He heard Kisame chuckle softly, and a moment later the shark's hand was against his cheek. "But I'm betting that if I said that to your face, you'd never speak to me again." The hand began moving, gently brushing away the Uchiha's onyx colored hair, tucking it behind his ear. A second later, Itachi felt a pair of lips press themselves against his forehead.
Before he could stop himself, Itachi's eyes shot open.
Both the shark and the weasel froze. Clearly neither one of them had planned for this.
Itachi made the first move, dropping his gaze as his hand shot out, grabbing onto Kisame's wrist and pulling the hand away from his face. Kisame didn't resist, probably afraid that it would result in the wrist being broken.
Only vaguely aware of what he was doing, Itachi moved the hand down, eventually placing it directly over his own heart. Kisame's eyes widened ever so slightly when he felt how fast the muscle was beating. "Itachi?"
"..."
"Itachi??"
"..."
"Angel?"
"You're comfy," the weasel murmured, shutting his eyes and nuzzling into the shark's chest.
Kisame raised a brow; he'd expected a lot of different reactions, but this wasn't one of them.
Gradually, the Uchiha's heart slowed down, and soon both his heart rate and breathing were slow and easy, indicating he'd fallen asleep again. Carefully, so as not to wake the smaller teen a second time, Kisame lifted his boyfriend up, carrying him out of the room and into his bedroom.
He could get killed in the morning for this. But for now, he'd just try and enjoy having Itachi curled up next to him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 10:59 am
EMO ANGEL part 10
Kisame awoke to the feeling of small pinpricks in his hand, like he’d fallen asleep on it. Which was highly unlikely, considering that he always slept on his back, and could feel the mattress of his bed pressing against his spine at this very moment-“You’re awake.”
The shark blinked his eyes open and turned to his right. Itachi was lying on his side, looking up at the shark. Kisame’s hand was tucked under his head, in between his face and the pillow. That explained why his poor limb felt so funny. “Itachi?”
“Hn?”
“My hand’s asleep,” the teen said sheepishly, an embarrassed grin on his face.
The weasel blinked, waiting for the thought to process, before gently lifting his head up, allowing Kisame to retract his hand. As soon as it was free, the shark began flexing it, trying to get the blood flowing, wincing now and then. “Dear lord, how much does that freaking brain of yours weigh?” Kisame muttered quietly.
For the briefest second, Kisame saw a hint of a smile on the weasel’s face, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. If it had even been there in the first place. “Hey, what time’s it?” the shark asked.
“Noon.”
“What?!” Kisame shot up in bed, swinging his legs over the side. “Itachi, we’re beyond late! Oh man, we’re dead-“
I called the school, forged a doctor’s note, and faxed it to them. You and I ate Chinese take-out and have come down with food poisoning.”
“Your dad?”
“Told him the same thing. I’m to stay over here until I’m well.” His eyes shifted, looking at his feet now. “No point in going home if you’re just going to puke, after all.”
“…”
“What?”
“This is the most you’ve said in days, Itachi. Weeks, maybe.”
The weasel rolled his eyes and turned over, back to the shark. “I’m going to sleep. Make lunch.”
“Alright,” Kisame replied, rising from the bed, pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that were lying on his closet floor. As he was about o exit he room, a thought occurred to him. “Itachi?”
“Hn?”
“Where did you get a fax machine?”
“Your landlady,” the Uchiha replied, pulling the covers up over his head, indicating that their conversation was over.
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Half an hour later, the scent of ramen and eggs invaded Itachi’s nose. Not the most appetizing scent in the world, but he was getting hungry, and not about to refuse a meal. Grumbling softly to himself, the weasel crawled out of bed, finger combing his hair as he pulled off his clothes, grabbing one of Kisame’s shirts off the floor. The shark had been decent enough to not undress the weasel the night before, but Itachi couldn’t stand staying in the clothes that he had not only worn the day before, but also slept in. Still, this meant having to wear Kisame’s clothes until his own were washed.
The Uchiha briefly considered grabbing a pair of pants to go with the shirt, but soon decided against it. Compared to the shark, he was an anorexic runt. A pair of the shark’s pants on him would look comical, at best. Sighing quietly, he exited the bedroom.
Kisame had set their brunch on the table and was halfway to the bedroom, indicating that he’d been meaning to wake the weasel. “Oh, you’re up,” he said.
“Hn,” Itachi replied, crossing the room.
The Uchiha sat down at the table and slowly ate the eggs, eyes widening slightly. “Well?” Kisame asked.
“You burnt them.”
“Burnt eggs taste better,” Kisame justified. “What?” he asked, seeing the look on Itachi’s face. “They do.”
“Hn,” the weasel murmured, munching on his food.
“So, what do we do now?” Kisame asked. Today was Friday; they could stay here over the weekend, and on Monday go back to school. Three days was enough time to get over food poisoning, right?
The Uchiha shrugged. Clearly he was hoping Kisame would know what to do.
As a matter of fact, Kisame had a few ideas on how they could kill time, but wasn’t about to suggest any of them. Mostly because they involved him and Itachi in various places, sucking face. He wasn’t sure how well that would go over with the Uchiha. The shark knew he’d been pushing his luck last night when he pulled the weasel into his lap, then carried him to the bed. One more stunt like that could very well get him killed.
Itachi frowned. When Kisame was quiet like this, it usually meant that he was thinking about something that he didn’t want the weasel to know about. “Kisame, talk,” he ordered, monotone voice carrying an edge to it.
The shark started; damn that weasel for being so observant. “I was just thinking about how to kill a little time,” he answered.
“And?”
This was the part where Kisame drew a blank. What exactly was he supposed to say? ‘Hey, Itachi, I just wanted to spend a few hours making out with you because I need more practice kissing, since I suck at it?’ Wonderful plan, Kisame.
The glare coming from Itachi very nearly made him spit the explanation out. “Look, I was just thinking that since we’re home alone, we could…I never kiss you in public, and barely ever here at home, so I know I’m not too good at it…it’s not like we have much else to do with our time…”
“You want to make out,” Itachi stated, face expressionless. He made it sound so much simpler than it had been in Kisame’s head.
“Yeah,” the shark confirmed, not entirely sure what to expect from his boyfriend now.
To his shock, the weasel went back to eating, finishing his breakfast, then rising from the table and taking his dishes to the sink, running water to clean them. “Brush your teeth. We both have egg breath.”
“So…you’re ok with this?”
“Hn,” Itachi replied, nodding as he poured the dish soap onto his plate. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I dunno…it just seems like…I dunno…”
Itachi dried his plate, putting it up before walking over to the table, grabbing Kisame by his arm and pulling him up. “Come on,” he ordered, pulling the shark into the bathroom with him thrusting a toothbrush into the shark’s hand.
“Honestly, what did you think I was going to say?” Itachi growled, scrubbing his mouth.
“That you’d say no. only in a more violent way.”
“Why?”
“It just seems like something you’d do,” Kisame replied, brushing his teeth fervrently.
Itachi took a swig of water, swishing it around before spitting into the sink. “Kisame, we’re dating. We’re supposed to do things like that.” Itachi walked out of the room, presumably to the nearby living room.
As the words sank in, Kisame grinned. Itachi expected affection. For them to make-out. To hold and be held. He wasn’t going to kill the shark for this; only enjoy it.
Spitting into the sink, Kisame left the bathroom, praying silently that he didn’t have egg breath.
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