December 9th
Title: uhm....I don't have a title for that one. If anyone can come up with a good one, please throw it at me ;)
Author: morena238
Category: Hurt/Comfort/Friendship
Summary: That's what Itachi gets for having a martyr complex.
He could already hear him from afar. Of course he could. Shisui never made any attempt to lessen the sound level of his steps or just...well, him in general. Shisui was always in motion. And he was never quiet.
Especially not now, when he was furious.
Itachi didn’t look up as his best friend stormed into the room, heedlessly shoving the nurses out of his way, and planted himself in front of him, hands on his hips and with a glare that would have daunted him if he were anyone but Itachi who was always unfazed by Shisui’s antics on principle.
“You,” Shisui seethed. “How dare you? Do you have the slightest idea how worried I was? How fucking dare you not contacting me once in the two months you were away? How -“
“It was impossible, Shisui-nii,” Itachi interrupted him calmly. “I would have endangered the mission, and thus the village.”
Judging from Shisui’s reaction - which consisted of throwing his arms in the air exasperatedly - it seemed that for him this was no valid reason at all. “You and your fucking martyr complex!” he exclaimed. “Can’t you just for once think about yourself and actually look after yourself? I bet you didn’t even take your medicine regula-“ Shisui stopped dead, alarmed by the lack of denial from Itachi’s side. “Itachi,” he said in a dangerously slow voice. “When was the last time you took your medicine?”
Itachi tried not to look guilty. “There was no time to restock my supplements, so-“
“So?”
Itachi sighed. “I ran out of it three weeks ago.”
Surprisingly enough, Shisui didn’t freak out on the spot. He didn’t throw a tantrum. Not immediately.
“I am going to kill you,” he announced flatly before stomping over to one of the drawers and rummaging through them until he found what he had been looking for and rushed back to his best friend’s side.
Itachi glanced at the syringe in Shisui’s hand and shifted uncomfortably. “I do not need a vitamin shot or any other medicine of that kind.”
“No, you don’t. But I do. I feel the compelling urge to ram some kind of sharp object into you, and if I don’t use the syringe it will most likely be a knife,” Shisui hissed and proceeded to stab him with said object, not exactly being careful not to hurt him, almost making Itachi flinch. Almost.
“You know,” Shisui muttered as he watched the clear liquid disappear under Itachi’s skin, “I will never let you out of my sight again, let alone on solo missions. Someone has to make sure you don’t neglect yourself. Don’t think you’ll be able to get rid of me. Whether you like it or not, I will follow you everywhere.”
Itachi smiled. This was an idea he could get used to.