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Greetings, all. I have decided to stop lurking at least briefly. I bring you a short fanfiction.
Title: Weasel Meets Shark
Author: Clever Audrey
Rating: PG (normal battle violence and slight language)
Pairing: None.
Summary: AU. What if Itachi and Kisame had met and fought each other in the Chuunin Exams? (I realize that this isn't exactly Akatsuki related, but it does have Itachi and Kisame, so I hope that's all right.)
Warnings: This is, as stated AU, so they may seem OOC from canon (Itachi is 10, Kisame is 12 or 13). Other than that...a brief, sugary dose of chibi!Sasuke towards the end. :)
“Final match: Uchiha Itachi-” the judge had to pause and wait for the wave of cheering to die down, “versus Hoshigaki Kisame. Take your places.”
Kisame simply vaulted over the railing of the contestants’ observation balcony and dropped lightly into the arena. Itachi closed his eyes, disappearing briefly and reappearing across from his opponent, with the judge between them.
“All right - you know the rules: anything goes, until one of you clearly loses or gives up. I will step in at any time if I feel it is necessary. Ready?” The two boys had not once looked away from each other, but both nodded quickly. “Begin!”
“Sharingan!” Itachi murmured, red bleeding into his black eyes, the three wheels of the Uchiha Bloodline Limit calm for the moment. He examined the shark-like Mist boy across from him. That strange, wrapped blade was bigger than the boy himself, but Itachi was not fooled; he’d seen the other use the weapon quite effectively in his earlier match. It was what lay under the wrappings that concerned him - the weapon seemed too thick to have a blade at all, which made the Uchiha prodigy wonder. What is he planning?
Kisame bared his sharp teeth in a predatory grin. The smaller, younger boy across from him, the pretty one that everyone was going on about and calling ‘prodigy’, was sizing him up carefully.
Heh. Guess I’ll get this started, then. He reached behind him and grasped the Samehada firmly. Widening his grin, he pulled the sword over his shoulder and swung it down at the Uchiha in one smooth motion.
The attack was dodged of course, Itachi using his Sharingan to move just out of range of the still-wrapped blade. Kisame just swung again. His movements were smooth but overstated, and he could tell that the Uchiha was puzzled as to why he his swings were so obviously easy to dodge. He just grinned again, and continued to let the younger boy dodge the blade by narrow margins, driving him back. Even when he darted in closer to try landing kicks or slashes with his kunai, Kisame managed (barely) to block the attacks with his own blade, making Itachi dodge again or block with the kunai.
After all, the Samehada didn’t have to actually touch you to steal your chakra.
Itachi watched his opponent through narrowed red eyes. What was this strange shinobi trying to accomplish? It was obvious to all that this method of attack was inadequate to defeat him, yet he continued to pursue it anyway. Itachi felt a stab of disappointment - and he’d thought from the guy’s earlier match that he was at least moderately intelligent. The Uchiha prodigy grimaced in annoyance. I’ll just end it quickly. No point in fighting someone obviously not on my level. I’ve already wasted so much energy- Itachi stopped.
Kisame almost laughed out loud as realization dawned on the other’s face, the strange red-and-black eyes widening. “Thought I didn’t know what I was doing, eh? Thought you’d overestimated me?” He called, taunting, as the boy threw himself into a series of graceful flips that took him well out of range of the dangerous sword.
He was stealing my chakra! Itachi let the Sharingan drop briefly, raging at himself for not paying attention to the sword. He’d been so focused on what the Mist nin might be planning that he hadn’t thought enough about the weapon itself. He stayed crouched near the arena wall, breathing hard, feeling much, much more drained than he ought to have from the simple dodging and attacking he’d been doing. Damn it! I have to get that sword away from him without losing too much more chakra….
Kisame slung the Samehada over one shoulder and grinned, waiting, as the smaller boy rested. I must have gotten more of his chakra than I thought! Good. He didn’t know whether or not he could beat the Uchiha, but he did want to make this a fight the prodigy - and everyone else - would remember.
Itachi closed his eyes, pulled the Sharingan back up and took a deep breath. Time to dance….
Kisame immediately went on alert as the dark figure near the wall disappeared. Only the slightest niggling sense from the Samehada warned him to turn, just in time to see Itachi finish what was probably the fastest series of jumps, flips and handsprings that Kisame had ever seen. This kid is so graceful it’s inhuman…unbelievable. The Uchiha, a kunai in each hand, dove forward out of one last flip and began to launch himself straight at Kisame-
-only to disappear.
Itachi took one more deep breath as he flew upwards, flipped over in the air, and dove, crossed arms and kunai first, at his opponent. The shark-boy saw him coming, of course, and raised the gigantic blade to meet his crossed kunai…which suited Itachi just fine. Letting his legs continue to fall even after their blades clashed, he crossed his ankles around the handle of the other’s sword and let his momentum move him into a back flip, jerking the sword right out of the Mist nin’s hands. Dropping the kunai, he pushed off his hands and flipped again, taking himself further away from his opponent and launching the heavy sword at the far wall of the arena. It hit with a dull crash, and as he straightened, Itachi could see the angry scowl now covering his opponent’s face. The Uchiha allowed himself a small smirk.
Kisame watched the annoying smirk disappear as his blue-skinned hands flew quickly through the seals to one of his water jutsus. He could see the confusion on the dark-haired boy’s face, and it made him grin. Almost done…I just hope this works.
What does he think he’s doing? Itachi wondered, raising an eyebrow at the seals. There isn’t any water in this arena!
“Suiton! Suiryuudan no Jutsu!” Kisame called out his attack, and grinned as he felt his plan work. The crowd wasn’t going to be happy with him - but it would be worth it, after what the Uchiha bastard did to his sword.
What does he think he’s doing? Itachi wondered again, ignoring the sudden loud protest that had arisen from the audience. He shrugged. Well, if he wants to leave himself open, that’s his problem. Itachi was halfway to Kisame when the shadows on the ground changed, making him pause and look up.
From every cup, bottle and can in the audience, liquid was streaming out, gathering overhead into a stream with a dragon’s head, almost ready to dive. Kisame could have spent an hour laughing at the look on the prodigy’s face. That was priceless!
Itachi got over his shock and incredulity just in time to dive back out of the way as the dragon plummeted right onto the spot where he had been standing a fraction of a second earlier. Immediately he dove forward, not caring that he got a bit wet from the bizarre liquid, and was on Kisame, kunai drawn, an eye blink later.
Only in the very back, most detached corner of his mind was he thinking: That. Was. Brilliant.
The fight was over a minute later. Kisame was good at close range fighting, but Itachi was better and faster. It ended with Kisame on his back, Itachi straddling his chest, two kunai at his throat.
Kisame immediately dropped his own kunai, calling out “I give up!” He had his pride, but he wasn’t dumb either. He knew when he was outclassed, and the Uchiha was damn good at hand-to-hand.
“Then this match is over,” declared the judge, appearing quite unflustered by the whole thing. “Winner: Uchiha Itachi!”
The crowd’s cheers were almost deafening, but Itachi ignored them in favor standing and putting away the kunai. Then, he slowly reached out a hand to help his opponent up.
Kisame took the hand gracefully. That last kick to the stomach had been a nasty one; between that and the fall, he was still a bit winded. Immediately, he went over to get his sword, relieved that the wrappings had protected it from all but the most minor damage. Good - I don’t have to try and kill him for breaking my sword.
Itachi finally looked up at the crowd. His eyes searched through the stands until they found the Uchiha section. Completely ignoring his parents, his eyes went immediately to the small figure seated next to his mother. His little brother was standing on the seat, jumping up and down, his big dark eyes shining with excitement. Itachi raised one hand, eyes still on Sasuke’s, and made his typical ‘Come here’ gesture. He saw Sasuke’s smile get even bigger, and the little boy immediately jumped off the seat and darted for the stairs.
A moment later, his five-year-old brother came running onto the arena field and over to him. Itachi reached out with the usual forehead flick when Sasuke reached him.
“Itai!” Sasuke pouted for a second, rubbing his injury, but then the excitement welled up again, and he flung his arms around his brother’s waist. “Niisan, you were fantastic!”
Itachi let a fond smile cross his face, patting his brother’s head gently. “Thank you, Sasuke.”
“You were! You were fantastic and cool and awesome and-” Itachi waited patiently for his brother to run out of synonyms, then hugged him back.
Kisame stood, watching this exchange with interest. Itachi apparently felt his gaze, because the dark head turned, and onyx eyes gazed back at him, unreadable.
Abruptly, Itachi picked up his little brother, settling the small boy on his shoulders, and tolerantly ignored the small hands that threaded through his hair. He walked over to his opponent, ignoring the fact that his father had just entered the stadium. Silence stretched between them, and Sasuke watched the strange boy with wide, dark eyes.
It was, Kisame thought, rather disconcerting to be stared at by identical pairs of midnight-black eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what Itachi wanted, and was about to bow and make his excuses, when the little one spoke up.
“It wasn’t nice of you to steal my soda.” The two older boys looked up at Sasuke in surprise. The boy pouted, but it quickly melted away into a dazzling grin. “But that was a really cool jutsu! I want to learn it too!”
Itachi chuckled and Kisame grinned. “Perhaps someday your oniisan will teach it to you, ne?”
“Perhaps,” Itachi agreed, with a fond look for his brother. Then he stuck out a hand to Kisame. “It was a good idea. Very creative. Good match?”
Kisame didn’t even hesitate before returning the firm grip.
“Good match.”
Hope you enjoy!
And now, a question: I have seen rumors of Kisame and Itachi doujinshi - does anyone know if these are available online, and if so, where? I'd really appreciate any help finding some! :)
Title: Weasel Meets Shark
Author: Clever Audrey
Rating: PG (normal battle violence and slight language)
Pairing: None.
Summary: AU. What if Itachi and Kisame had met and fought each other in the Chuunin Exams? (I realize that this isn't exactly Akatsuki related, but it does have Itachi and Kisame, so I hope that's all right.)
Warnings: This is, as stated AU, so they may seem OOC from canon (Itachi is 10, Kisame is 12 or 13). Other than that...a brief, sugary dose of chibi!Sasuke towards the end. :)
“Final match: Uchiha Itachi-” the judge had to pause and wait for the wave of cheering to die down, “versus Hoshigaki Kisame. Take your places.”
Kisame simply vaulted over the railing of the contestants’ observation balcony and dropped lightly into the arena. Itachi closed his eyes, disappearing briefly and reappearing across from his opponent, with the judge between them.
“All right - you know the rules: anything goes, until one of you clearly loses or gives up. I will step in at any time if I feel it is necessary. Ready?” The two boys had not once looked away from each other, but both nodded quickly. “Begin!”
“Sharingan!” Itachi murmured, red bleeding into his black eyes, the three wheels of the Uchiha Bloodline Limit calm for the moment. He examined the shark-like Mist boy across from him. That strange, wrapped blade was bigger than the boy himself, but Itachi was not fooled; he’d seen the other use the weapon quite effectively in his earlier match. It was what lay under the wrappings that concerned him - the weapon seemed too thick to have a blade at all, which made the Uchiha prodigy wonder. What is he planning?
Kisame bared his sharp teeth in a predatory grin. The smaller, younger boy across from him, the pretty one that everyone was going on about and calling ‘prodigy’, was sizing him up carefully.
Heh. Guess I’ll get this started, then. He reached behind him and grasped the Samehada firmly. Widening his grin, he pulled the sword over his shoulder and swung it down at the Uchiha in one smooth motion.
The attack was dodged of course, Itachi using his Sharingan to move just out of range of the still-wrapped blade. Kisame just swung again. His movements were smooth but overstated, and he could tell that the Uchiha was puzzled as to why he his swings were so obviously easy to dodge. He just grinned again, and continued to let the younger boy dodge the blade by narrow margins, driving him back. Even when he darted in closer to try landing kicks or slashes with his kunai, Kisame managed (barely) to block the attacks with his own blade, making Itachi dodge again or block with the kunai.
After all, the Samehada didn’t have to actually touch you to steal your chakra.
Itachi watched his opponent through narrowed red eyes. What was this strange shinobi trying to accomplish? It was obvious to all that this method of attack was inadequate to defeat him, yet he continued to pursue it anyway. Itachi felt a stab of disappointment - and he’d thought from the guy’s earlier match that he was at least moderately intelligent. The Uchiha prodigy grimaced in annoyance. I’ll just end it quickly. No point in fighting someone obviously not on my level. I’ve already wasted so much energy- Itachi stopped.
Kisame almost laughed out loud as realization dawned on the other’s face, the strange red-and-black eyes widening. “Thought I didn’t know what I was doing, eh? Thought you’d overestimated me?” He called, taunting, as the boy threw himself into a series of graceful flips that took him well out of range of the dangerous sword.
He was stealing my chakra! Itachi let the Sharingan drop briefly, raging at himself for not paying attention to the sword. He’d been so focused on what the Mist nin might be planning that he hadn’t thought enough about the weapon itself. He stayed crouched near the arena wall, breathing hard, feeling much, much more drained than he ought to have from the simple dodging and attacking he’d been doing. Damn it! I have to get that sword away from him without losing too much more chakra….
Kisame slung the Samehada over one shoulder and grinned, waiting, as the smaller boy rested. I must have gotten more of his chakra than I thought! Good. He didn’t know whether or not he could beat the Uchiha, but he did want to make this a fight the prodigy - and everyone else - would remember.
Itachi closed his eyes, pulled the Sharingan back up and took a deep breath. Time to dance….
Kisame immediately went on alert as the dark figure near the wall disappeared. Only the slightest niggling sense from the Samehada warned him to turn, just in time to see Itachi finish what was probably the fastest series of jumps, flips and handsprings that Kisame had ever seen. This kid is so graceful it’s inhuman…unbelievable. The Uchiha, a kunai in each hand, dove forward out of one last flip and began to launch himself straight at Kisame-
-only to disappear.
Itachi took one more deep breath as he flew upwards, flipped over in the air, and dove, crossed arms and kunai first, at his opponent. The shark-boy saw him coming, of course, and raised the gigantic blade to meet his crossed kunai…which suited Itachi just fine. Letting his legs continue to fall even after their blades clashed, he crossed his ankles around the handle of the other’s sword and let his momentum move him into a back flip, jerking the sword right out of the Mist nin’s hands. Dropping the kunai, he pushed off his hands and flipped again, taking himself further away from his opponent and launching the heavy sword at the far wall of the arena. It hit with a dull crash, and as he straightened, Itachi could see the angry scowl now covering his opponent’s face. The Uchiha allowed himself a small smirk.
Kisame watched the annoying smirk disappear as his blue-skinned hands flew quickly through the seals to one of his water jutsus. He could see the confusion on the dark-haired boy’s face, and it made him grin. Almost done…I just hope this works.
What does he think he’s doing? Itachi wondered, raising an eyebrow at the seals. There isn’t any water in this arena!
“Suiton! Suiryuudan no Jutsu!” Kisame called out his attack, and grinned as he felt his plan work. The crowd wasn’t going to be happy with him - but it would be worth it, after what the Uchiha bastard did to his sword.
What does he think he’s doing? Itachi wondered again, ignoring the sudden loud protest that had arisen from the audience. He shrugged. Well, if he wants to leave himself open, that’s his problem. Itachi was halfway to Kisame when the shadows on the ground changed, making him pause and look up.
From every cup, bottle and can in the audience, liquid was streaming out, gathering overhead into a stream with a dragon’s head, almost ready to dive. Kisame could have spent an hour laughing at the look on the prodigy’s face. That was priceless!
Itachi got over his shock and incredulity just in time to dive back out of the way as the dragon plummeted right onto the spot where he had been standing a fraction of a second earlier. Immediately he dove forward, not caring that he got a bit wet from the bizarre liquid, and was on Kisame, kunai drawn, an eye blink later.
Only in the very back, most detached corner of his mind was he thinking: That. Was. Brilliant.
The fight was over a minute later. Kisame was good at close range fighting, but Itachi was better and faster. It ended with Kisame on his back, Itachi straddling his chest, two kunai at his throat.
Kisame immediately dropped his own kunai, calling out “I give up!” He had his pride, but he wasn’t dumb either. He knew when he was outclassed, and the Uchiha was damn good at hand-to-hand.
“Then this match is over,” declared the judge, appearing quite unflustered by the whole thing. “Winner: Uchiha Itachi!”
The crowd’s cheers were almost deafening, but Itachi ignored them in favor standing and putting away the kunai. Then, he slowly reached out a hand to help his opponent up.
Kisame took the hand gracefully. That last kick to the stomach had been a nasty one; between that and the fall, he was still a bit winded. Immediately, he went over to get his sword, relieved that the wrappings had protected it from all but the most minor damage. Good - I don’t have to try and kill him for breaking my sword.
Itachi finally looked up at the crowd. His eyes searched through the stands until they found the Uchiha section. Completely ignoring his parents, his eyes went immediately to the small figure seated next to his mother. His little brother was standing on the seat, jumping up and down, his big dark eyes shining with excitement. Itachi raised one hand, eyes still on Sasuke’s, and made his typical ‘Come here’ gesture. He saw Sasuke’s smile get even bigger, and the little boy immediately jumped off the seat and darted for the stairs.
A moment later, his five-year-old brother came running onto the arena field and over to him. Itachi reached out with the usual forehead flick when Sasuke reached him.
“Itai!” Sasuke pouted for a second, rubbing his injury, but then the excitement welled up again, and he flung his arms around his brother’s waist. “Niisan, you were fantastic!”
Itachi let a fond smile cross his face, patting his brother’s head gently. “Thank you, Sasuke.”
“You were! You were fantastic and cool and awesome and-” Itachi waited patiently for his brother to run out of synonyms, then hugged him back.
Kisame stood, watching this exchange with interest. Itachi apparently felt his gaze, because the dark head turned, and onyx eyes gazed back at him, unreadable.
Abruptly, Itachi picked up his little brother, settling the small boy on his shoulders, and tolerantly ignored the small hands that threaded through his hair. He walked over to his opponent, ignoring the fact that his father had just entered the stadium. Silence stretched between them, and Sasuke watched the strange boy with wide, dark eyes.
It was, Kisame thought, rather disconcerting to be stared at by identical pairs of midnight-black eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what Itachi wanted, and was about to bow and make his excuses, when the little one spoke up.
“It wasn’t nice of you to steal my soda.” The two older boys looked up at Sasuke in surprise. The boy pouted, but it quickly melted away into a dazzling grin. “But that was a really cool jutsu! I want to learn it too!”
Itachi chuckled and Kisame grinned. “Perhaps someday your oniisan will teach it to you, ne?”
“Perhaps,” Itachi agreed, with a fond look for his brother. Then he stuck out a hand to Kisame. “It was a good idea. Very creative. Good match?”
Kisame didn’t even hesitate before returning the firm grip.
“Good match.”
Hope you enjoy!
And now, a question: I have seen rumors of Kisame and Itachi doujinshi - does anyone know if these are available online, and if so, where? I'd really appreciate any help finding some! :)