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I DO NOT OWN ANY PART OF NARUTO AT ALL, ALL RIGHTS GO TO MASASHI KISHIMOTO. THERE IS DIALOGUE IN THIS TEXT FROM THE MANGA, IT IS PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY! DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO === 'Itachi...' Itachi shifted slightly in his bed, sweat starting to form on his forehead. 'Promise me...you will always take care of Sasuke...' The Uchiha cringed slightly in his sleep, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself. 'Our pain will only last an instant, unlike yours...' A cough ripped it's way up Itachi's throat, the familiar sensation of tears prickling his eyes. 'The way we think is different, but we're still pr

AU: Yay! Drabble time~!!!!!! DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR NARUTO: NINJA CLASH REVOLUTION 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kisame and Deidara were sitting in front of the small screen, sweat pouring down their faces. Well, at least it was pouring down Kisame's face, Deidara was just calmly sitting there, kicking his ass at the video game. The two had been playing 'Naruto: Ninja Clash Revolution 3' for hours now, Deidara kicking Kisame's ass every time. Deidara had to admit, he was getting better, but he was still no match for his poorly animated art. Kisame was getting really pissed off, not only did the people make his voice sound off, but he couldn

Kisame was lying on the bed in his room, reading one of the books that he’d found lying around. The rest of the Akatsuki was downstairs, watching a movie. A movie Kisame would rather not watch with them. Jaws. Why did everyone assume he wanted to watch any movie that had to do with sharks? And to make matters worse…the shark is blown up in the end. How is that supposed to be enjoyable for him? Answer. It wasn’t. It was just as bad as everyone assuming he couldn’t live without sushi. Give him a steak and he was perfectly happy. It didn’t have to be raw fish all the time. And you really didn’t want to get him star

It never ceased to amaze Itachi how well Kisame knew him. The first month they were together, Kisame had taken them out to eat once or twice a week. He made Itachi order first, and soon knew the Uchiha’s favorite foods. Whenever they spoke to someone, Kisame would let Itachi do all the talking. Pretty soon, he could distinguish between Itachi’s happy monotone, angry monotone, and bored monotone. He’d researched the Uchiha’s past, and knew all about the murder of his clan and Sasuke, his little brother. And when they fought, he’d always watch the Uchiha out of the corner of his eyes, and quickly became familiar with h

Itachi stared blankly at the ceiling. He and Kisame had just gotten back from a particularly difficult mission, and while the mission itself had gone well, there was one thing about it that would haunt Itachi to the end of his days. To complete the mission, Itachi had to wear a kimono. A kimono decorated with flowers and birds, a pink one, to be precise. The man they were suppose to kill had a weakness for women, and it was the only way they could get close to him. So, Itachi had been forced to dress up in a kimono and pretend to be a prostitute. Their target, Yuudai, had been delighted and immediately set about the business of getting food

 The first time Kisame had kissed Itachi, it had been a mere impulse. They’d just returned from a difficult assassination in the Rain Village. When he thought back on it, Kisame would reflect with amusement that he couldn’t even remember who they’d been sent to kill, nor what he looked like, or even how long the mission had taken to complete. What he COULD remember however was that the polish on Itachi’s pointer fingers was starting to chip that day, and Itachi’s feet had scuffed up little clouds of dust when he walked, and that his hair had smelled like Lavender, thanks to the hotel shampoo. (Incidentally, he could