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 Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 11:12 am
EMO ANGEL part 11
RING RING
"Who the heck...?"
RING RING
"Itachi, let me up."
"Get it and I'll kill you."
Ignoring his boyfriend's threat, Kisame pushed Itachi off his lap and crossed the room to enter the kitchen, picking up his cell pone. "Hello? What the...no, we don't want any...no, I can't be swayed otherwise...well I'm sure you've had a very long day and just want to go home, but that doesn't mean-hey, watch it!...Fine, same to you!" Kisame yelled, slamming his phone shut.
He sighed as he crossed the room, and if Itachi didn't always carry around that expressionless look on his face, Kisame was certain the weasel would be giving him a smug smile right about now. "I know, I know, I should have let the voicemail get it."
"Hn," Itachi replied, crawling back into the shark's lap without further comment. Moments later the Uchiha's lips were back against Kisame's, eyes shut in bliss.
Two days of practicing had done wonders for their kissing abilities. It had also brought out a surprisingly needy side of the Uchiha.
Kisame had nearly keeled over from shock the first time he'd pressed Itachi's small body against his own and gotten a soft hum of satisfaction as a result. The weasel had started wrapping his legs around Kisame and tangling his slender fingers in the shark's dark blue hair when they kissed, and whenever Kisame broke away, there would always be a second-long questioning look in Itachi's eyes, silently asking why they'd stopped.
Kisame had never pictured Itachi as the kind of person that clung to another for attention. That was why Kisame was slowly beginning to realize that maybe it wasn’t need coming out in Itachi; maybe it was neglect.
The shark could have smacked himself for how long this epiphany took to hit him. Itachi's father was a complete a*****e (as he'd experienced firsthand), his mother was addicted to painkillers, and his brother hated him. Other teens saw him as a monster, which no doubt added to the problem, despite Itachi's claims otherwise.
So, how long had the Uchiha been alone? Deprived of the most basic forms of care and compassion that human beings showed to one another? How had Itachi managed to keep the pain from eating away at him? "Kisame?"
The shark looked down at his partner, who was staring up at him with wide eyes. "What's wrong?" the Uchiha asked.
Damn that weasel for being so perceptive. Before Kisame could come up with a good excuse, however, his stomach grumbled. He very nearly let out a sigh of relief. Saved by his appetite.
Itachi frowned at the noise and rose to his feet, walking into the kitchen. "Do we have anything to eat?" Kisame called out, following the smaller teen into the kitchen.
Itachi opened the fridge and peered at the contents inside, shaking his head. Kisame sighed and reached into a nearby cabinet, pulling out a packet of dried noodles. "Ramen again, I guess." The shark didn't have to turn around to see the look of disgust on Itachi's face.
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Dinner passed, the teens choking down the ramen that they'd been eating nonstop for the last two and a half days. Kisame had already finished his portion, but Itachi was taking his sweet time to get the food down.
A small frown was on the weasel's face, changing to a sick look as he took another bite, swallowing the noodles quickly. It was adorable, in an odd way. Kisame smiled at the sight, just as Itachi turned to look at him. "What?" he asked.
"You look cute, angel." The words were out before Kisame had time to think about what he was saying.
Itachi nearly choked on his food, staring at the shark, who immediately exited the room, under the pretense of cleaning his dishes. This of course took him twenty minutes, and even then he checked to make sure the weasel was in the bathroom before he hurried into his bedroom. There was no way he
was coming out until morning.
Later that night, however, Kisame heard the sound of his door softly creaking open, followed by soft footsteps padding across the floor. Moments later, the right side of his mattress sagged down, indicating that someone was now sitting on his bed. "Kisame?"
"Hmm?" the shark tried his best to act casual.
"Can I sleep in here?"
What?
"The couch hurts my back," Itachi quietly explained.
Kisame highly doubted the story, but doubted he could refuse the Uchiha's request after his earlier slip of the tongue. "Sure," he replied, pulling back the covers for Itachi.
The weasel slowly crawled under the blankets, pulling them up to his chin once he was in bed. For a while, all was quiet. Then, very slowly, Itachi began scooting closer to the shark.
Inch by inch he moved closer to Kisame, nearly driving the shark insane with how slow he was going. Kisame was tempted to just grab the weasel and pull him across the bed. Only the knowledge that Itachi would take off like a rocket if he did that held his arms in place.
Still, when Itachi was only a few inches away, Kisame finally gave in and wrapped an arm around the Uchiha's waist, gently pulling him closer to the shark. Itachi didn't resist; in fact, to Kisame's utter amazement, he actually nuzzled the shark's chest. "You can sleep in here, but if you let me sleep in too late, you're dead meat, angel," Kisame whispered, hugging the weasel so he'd know it was only a joke.
Itachi nodded, face rubbing against the shark's rough skin. Kisame listened as the weasel's breathing slowed, indicating that Itachi had fallen asleep.
It was odd, to think of this person in his arms as a normal human being that longed for love and affection. Kisame promised himself that he'd do whatever it took to fulfill that need.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 8:56 am
wow~ i really like this! i can't wait to read more!...i gotta find a story for myself to post....*searches*
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Malevolent Daydreams Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 2:08 pm
you know, i found an author who does lots of great yaoi stories. her name is DarkAuroran. she is on the fan fiction site. i love her stories, but right now they are on kakashi and iruka. (my fave!) she has others though
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 2:56 pm
EMO ANGEL part 12
Kisame was somewhat surprised by the changes the next few weeks brought with them.
Itachi would stay over at his house for a few nights a week, usually sleeping on the couch, but occasionally crawling into his bed late at night, not even bothering to ask the shark for permission anymore. Still, this was not the biggest alteration.
The thing that had changed the most was Itachi’s attitude.
When they were at lunch, Itachi would occasionally speak, instead of using his normal hns. At Kisame’s house, he was more open, and actually showed brief glimpses of emotions now and again. Kisame couldn’t help but smile to himself as the truth sank in. Itachi was comfortable around the shark. Things were going great.
So why was Kisame about to rip that to shreds?
Because he absolutely had to ask this question. If not, it would eat him alive from the inside out. This did nothing to help ease his anxiety, however…
Kisame and Itachi were currently sitting in the living room, Itachi on the couch and Kisame stretched out on the floor nearby, both watching the television. The shark took a quick breath, then turned halfway around to look up at his boyfriend. “Hey, angel?”
The weasel’s expression didn’t change. He’d finally grown used to he pet name Kisame had bestowed on him, much to the shark’s delight. “Hn?”
“Mind if I ask you something?”
The weasel turned his attention away from the black and white film on the TV to look down at Kisame, waiting.
Kisame decided to spit the whole thing out, before he lost his nerve. “Itachi, if we’re going out and everything, why have we never gone out on a date?”
The weasel blinked in surprise; clearly he’d not sent that question coming. In reply, he could only shrug. “Hn.”
“Itachi, are you against the idea of going out on a date with me?” the shark asked.
“…” The Uchiha didn’t answer, eyes clouding over, lips set in a frown. How was he supposed to answer that?
“Forget I said anything,” the shark muttered, turning back to face the TV, although neither one of them had any desire to watch it now.
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A few days later, Itachi was once again staying over at the shark’s house. He started when he heard a groan and a thud coming from the kitchen. Curious, he hopped off the couch and silently walked into the other room, wondering what had happened.
Kisame stood in front of the cabinets, frowning at the closed door. “We’re completely out of food,” he muttered. “Even the ramen’s gone. I hate to ruin the evening, but I’ve got to go grocery shopping.” Sighing, he grabbed his keys and wallet off the counter, before ambling to the door.
To his surprise, Itachi stayed close behind him. “Something wrong?” Kisame asked.
“You mentioned a date,” Itachi began, speaking slowly as he carefully picked his words. “Would you be alright going to the park before the grocery?”
The words took their sweet time to register in Kisame’s head. “You’re asking me…to go on a date,” Kisame replied, making sure he’d heard right.
“Hn,” the Uchiha replied, nodding in confirmation.
“All right. Why not?” Kisame said, opening the door and holding it open for Itachi, stepping out after the weasel.
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When they arrived at the park, Kisame realized two things. One; he had no idea what they were supposed to do now. Two; Itachi clearly hated going out in public.
The two of them walked along a concrete pathway, eyes looking anywhere but at each other. It was an overcast day, with a cold wind blowing now and again, adding to the uncomfortable atmosphere.
As Kisame’s eyes were wondering around, he caught sight of a boy and girl, lying in the grass, the tan male talking as the preppy looking female fixed her make-up. “Lovely,” he muttered.
Itachi turned to see where his boyfriend was looking, eyes narrowing at the spectacle. “Hn,” he murmured, shaking his head.
“Five bucks says that they’ll get voted prom king and queen, celebrate with sex, the girl ends up knocked up, he marries her, and they live miserably ever after.”
“That’s a sucker’s bet,” Itachi replied, smirking.
“This is going to come back to haunt us,” Kisame warned, a grin making its way across his face.
“I care?” Kisame smiled and leaned down, gently kissing the teen at his side.
They continued on their way, passing a fountain with koi fish swimming about, reminding Kisame just how hungry he was. Itachi agreed to leave and get food now, and several minutes later they were in a supermarket, trying to figure out exactly how far they could make fifteen dollars stretch. Not nearly as far as they needed it to, they soon discovered.
Not wanting to walk around with bags of food in their hands, the shark and weasel made their way back to Kisame’s apartment. As soon as the door was open, they hurried inside and set the groceries down on the counter, rubbing their sore arms. “What I wouldn’t give for a car sometimes,” Kisame grumbled, flexing his aching limbs.
“Lunch?” The shark tried not to roll his eyes. Leave it to the weasel to demand a meal before he could even feel his arms again.
A quick lunch of sandwiches and soda was soon prepared, and not even ten minutes later the shark and weasel had finished eating. “You feel like going out again?” Kisame asked, not surprised in the least when Itachi shook his head no. “Wanna stay here for a few more hours?” A nod was his answer this time.
Itachi quickly found a movie on TV to watch and curled up against Kisame’s side, eyes focused on the program. “Well, that wasn’t too bad,” Kisame stated. “The date, I mean.”
“It was nice.
“Yeah, nice…”
“…”
“Let’s never do that again.”
“Hn.”
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 3:21 pm
EMO ANGEL part 13
‘Kisame likes going out with me. I’ve found someone else who loves old movies. I can cook more than soup and ramen.’ Itachi was sitting on his bed, writing in his List of Living. Adding to the pro side, at least.
He reread his most recent additions, only mildly surprised to realize that they were all connected to Kisame, in one way or another. It figured; Kisame had pretty much become his entire life, over the course of the last few months. The shark was a comfort, their time together relaxing-
A crash came from downstairs, making Itachi sigh and shut his notebook. Kisame’s apartment was also an escape from this hell he was all too often trapped in.
Several minutes later, he heard footsteps walk up the stairs, followed by Sasuke poking his head into his brother’s room. “Mom wants to know where you put the painkillers,” he said.
“Her pills are downstairs,” Itachi replied.
“She wants yours,” Sasuke spat out, glaring at his elder brother.
“Too bad,” the weasel said. “They’re mine, not hers. She needs to take her own prescriptions, or she’ll never get better.”
“Right, like I’m going to tell her that,” Sasuke growled. “You’re such a coward, Aniki. You just hide up here all day, and then make me deal with mom and dad! Not to mention that you always run off, so I’m stuck with them! I hate you!” Sasuke slammed the door shut, taking off down the hall once more.
Itachi flopped backwards onto the bed, staying still for a few moments, eyes staring up at the ceiling. “Sasuke, you shouldn’t have to care for them. They ought to be the ones caring for you. You stay here, coming at their beck and call, and always live how they want you to.” Itachi shut his eyes. “I may be a coward, but at least I’m not a prisoner.”
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Kisame noticed the Uchiha was quieter than usual the next day, not even bothering to hn back to half of his questions. Worried, the shark took Itachi home after school, not even bothering to ask the weasel if it was alright.
Once they arrived in the apartment, Kisame quickly dialed the Uchihas’ home number, while Itachi walked into the living room, flipping on the TV and lying down on the couch. “Your dad said you could stay over,” Kisame said, walking into the room a few minutes later, eyes traveling from the weasel to the TV. “Since when do you watch the news?”
Itachi held up the remote for the shark to take, eyes still glued to the television. “Look, we can watch this for a while, but you’re going to have to tell me what’s wrong soon enough. Alright?” Itachi nodded once. Kisame sat down on the floor in front of the couch, head resting against the weasel’s shoulder.
It was half an hour before Itachi spoke. “My brother hates me.”
“You already told me that,” Kisame said.
“No…he really hates me. It took this long for that to hit me.”
Kisame twisted around to see an agonized look on the Uchiha’s face. “Am I really that detestable?” he asked quietly.
“No, you aren’t,” Kisame replied, shutting off the TV. “Sasuke’s just emo.”
“…”
“Itachi, the kid doesn’t hate you. He’s just…I’m not really sure. Mad at you, I guess. Probably to the point of not being able to stay close to you for a period of time.” Oh yeah, that was really going to make Itachi feel better. “But he can’t hate you. Not matter how much the two of you may think that, it’s not possible.”
“…?”
“You’re tied together by the life you share. b*****d father, demented mother. Both of you hate it, and both of you have different coping mechanisms for it. Maybe he’s just mad because you have a different way of dealing with this then he does, and yours works better.”
“Better?” Itachi asked bitterly, pulling back his sleeve to reveal the pale cuts decorating his arm.
“You’ve stopped, haven’t you?”
“Hn.”
“See?” Kisame motioned for Itachi to move and sat beside him on the couch. “Itachi, you’re brothers. Sasuke can hate what you do, what you say, and everything else about you…but he simply cannot hate you.”
Itachi sat still, allowing he words to sink in. once they had, he slowly moved towards Kisame, crawling into his lap and pressing their lips together.
“No matter what happens, I come to Kisame, and I always feel better,” Itachi thought, eyes drooping shut as his mouth began working against Kisame’s. “He’s like a cure-all medicine for me. Why is that?”
His fingers tangled in Kisame’s hair as their kiss deepened. “This feeling…relief? Bliss? This euphoria that he gives me…is it really just an escape?”
Itachi was vaguely aware that he was leaning back, and an instant later they fell onto the couch, Kisame shooting out an arm to catch him at the last second, preventing him from crushing the weasel. “What is this piece of heaven, mixed in with my hell?”
“…Itachi?” Kisame asked softly, eyes wide with disbelief.
Silent tears were streaming down the Uchiha’s face. “Angel, what’s wrong?” A weak sob escaped the weasel, startling Kisame. “Angel…” he sat them up, holding Itachi to his chest. “Angel, calm down.”
Itachi clung to the shark, more tears sliding down his cheeks with each passing moment. “I don’t know how it happened. I don’t understand why it happened. But, I think that…I really…may possibly…love Kisame.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 11:11 am
awwwww, how sweet! 4laugh i love this story! heart
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