Oneshot - Sweet Sorrow - Kisame/Itachi
Title: Sweet Sorrow
Pairing: Kisame/Itachi
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers up to chapter 405, implied nudity, sexual themes
Summary: You knew my brother well?
Disclaimer: Characters property of Kishimoto Masashi
This may be read as a companion piece to Reflection but it is not necessary to have read it to understand this one.
Much thanks to Milla for beta-reading and for help with the title.
”You knew my brother well?”
I
”So you're my new partner, eh?” Kisame studied the boy before him, his doubt almost showing in his eyes, did Akatsuki really need someone that young?
“What's your name?”
“Uchiha Itachi.” Itachi made a small bow and Kisame smiled amused. 'Ah well,' he thought, 'since it seems that I'm stuck with a kid for now, I'm glad it's a polite one.'
II
He frowned slightly as he looked at the mess around him. There were bodies scattered everywhere, the ground was dotted with dark patches of blood and the drenched state of the scenery didn't mix well with the cloudless sky and the sun glaring down upon them from above.
“Doesn't it gain a bit too much attention?” he asked, fighting the urge to close his eyes against the scene around him and barely succeeding doing so.
“It doesn't matter.” Kisame answered, not even bothering with looking up from where he was tending to Samehada. “By the time they've gathered troops large enough to dare to face me in battle, we're gonna be long gone from here.”
III
“Nice and cold, isn't it?”
Itachi didn't answer nor made any other indications that he'd heard Kisame's words. He was sitting on the ground, hugging his knees tightly to his chest, jaws clamped shut and just starring straight ahead.
Kisame sighed as he watched Itachi shiver from where he sat cross legged on the ground, leaning against a big tree.
“Come here.”
“What?”
“I said; 'Come here'”
Itachi reluctantly stood and walk over to Kisame, a bit weary of what his partner had in mind this time, only to be pulled down into Kisame's lap.
“What the hell? Let me go!”
“You are to no use to me nor Akatsuki if you get sick.”
After a while, the red of the sharingan slowly gave way to black, though Itachi continued to scowl at Kisame for a while before demonstratively folding his arms in front of him and looking away. When he started to nod off, Kisame politely pretended not to notice.
IV
“You should know not to use your eyes so much.”
“Would you rather have been digested by a toad?”
“No, can't say I would” Kisame admitted with a grin that soon slipped from his face as he shot his partner a look. “So that was your brother huh?”
“Hn.”
“And here I was, thinking that all Uchiha besides you...”
“There was no purpose. His death would have held no meaning.”
Kisame didn't press the matter further.
V
Itachi ran his fingers over Kisame's shoulder, marveling in the strength that they held. Strength means power and Kisame had it. Pressed against him, Itachi almost felt little and small. Almost safe.
It'd been a long time since Itachi felt that way.
VI
There's something so petite over Itachi, Kisame thinks as he takes a firm hold on his hips, guiding as much as holding on. Itachi's cheeks are flushed, so different from normal and it's one of the most entrancing things Kisame has ever seen.
----
“Well, did you?”
Kisame could see Itachi in the boy before him. There was the eyes of course, and something about the facial structure. Different, but yet so very same. Kisame wondered briefly that, if Itachi would ever cut his hair, would it stand out in the back like Sasuke's did and made a mental note to tease Itachi about that later before he could stop himself.
This boy, this child was so important that Itachi had spared him not only once, but twice - he had to have spared him, there was no other explanations - and Kisame would honour that even if he'd never fully understand it.
“Yes. I did.”
Pairing: Kisame/Itachi
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers up to chapter 405, implied nudity, sexual themes
Summary: You knew my brother well?
Disclaimer: Characters property of Kishimoto Masashi
This may be read as a companion piece to Reflection but it is not necessary to have read it to understand this one.
Much thanks to Milla for beta-reading and for help with the title.
”You knew my brother well?”
I
”So you're my new partner, eh?” Kisame studied the boy before him, his doubt almost showing in his eyes, did Akatsuki really need someone that young?
“What's your name?”
“Uchiha Itachi.” Itachi made a small bow and Kisame smiled amused. 'Ah well,' he thought, 'since it seems that I'm stuck with a kid for now, I'm glad it's a polite one.'
II
He frowned slightly as he looked at the mess around him. There were bodies scattered everywhere, the ground was dotted with dark patches of blood and the drenched state of the scenery didn't mix well with the cloudless sky and the sun glaring down upon them from above.
“Doesn't it gain a bit too much attention?” he asked, fighting the urge to close his eyes against the scene around him and barely succeeding doing so.
“It doesn't matter.” Kisame answered, not even bothering with looking up from where he was tending to Samehada. “By the time they've gathered troops large enough to dare to face me in battle, we're gonna be long gone from here.”
III
“Nice and cold, isn't it?”
Itachi didn't answer nor made any other indications that he'd heard Kisame's words. He was sitting on the ground, hugging his knees tightly to his chest, jaws clamped shut and just starring straight ahead.
Kisame sighed as he watched Itachi shiver from where he sat cross legged on the ground, leaning against a big tree.
“Come here.”
“What?”
“I said; 'Come here'”
Itachi reluctantly stood and walk over to Kisame, a bit weary of what his partner had in mind this time, only to be pulled down into Kisame's lap.
“What the hell? Let me go!”
“You are to no use to me nor Akatsuki if you get sick.”
After a while, the red of the sharingan slowly gave way to black, though Itachi continued to scowl at Kisame for a while before demonstratively folding his arms in front of him and looking away. When he started to nod off, Kisame politely pretended not to notice.
IV
“You should know not to use your eyes so much.”
“Would you rather have been digested by a toad?”
“No, can't say I would” Kisame admitted with a grin that soon slipped from his face as he shot his partner a look. “So that was your brother huh?”
“Hn.”
“And here I was, thinking that all Uchiha besides you...”
“There was no purpose. His death would have held no meaning.”
Kisame didn't press the matter further.
V
Itachi ran his fingers over Kisame's shoulder, marveling in the strength that they held. Strength means power and Kisame had it. Pressed against him, Itachi almost felt little and small. Almost safe.
It'd been a long time since Itachi felt that way.
VI
There's something so petite over Itachi, Kisame thinks as he takes a firm hold on his hips, guiding as much as holding on. Itachi's cheeks are flushed, so different from normal and it's one of the most entrancing things Kisame has ever seen.
----
“Well, did you?”
Kisame could see Itachi in the boy before him. There was the eyes of course, and something about the facial structure. Different, but yet so very same. Kisame wondered briefly that, if Itachi would ever cut his hair, would it stand out in the back like Sasuke's did and made a mental note to tease Itachi about that later before he could stop himself.
This boy, this child was so important that Itachi had spared him not only once, but twice - he had to have spared him, there was no other explanations - and Kisame would honour that even if he'd never fully understand it.
“Yes. I did.”