KisaIta fluff For xotakux2002x

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 started about whether or not that steak needed to be cooked rare all the time.  Bloody steaks weren’t necessary he liked his food cooked.

So as soon as he had heard which movie they would be watching tonight Kisame decided he would forgo it in favor of the book he’d been trying to get through. Kisame’s attention kept wavering from his book though, the vent system for the hideout was right next to the head of his bed and that damn bud-dum music kept drifting up. There was a loud scream from downstairs and Kisame gave a growl of annoyance. He tossed the book to the side and got up from his seat, heading to the bathroom. Maybe by the time he finished a shower the movie would be over with and he could get some sleep.

Kisame took his time, his mind wandering to and fro as he washed. It wasn’t until he was halfway through washing his hair he realized he’d already done that earlier in the shower. Annoyed even more than he was when he entered the shower he quickly finished and wrapped a towel around his waist. Re-entering the room he saw Itachi getting ready for bed, dressed in only a pair of lightweight pants. “Movie’s over.”  He informed getting into his side of the bed.

Kisame nodded and headed over to his dresser. Quickly throwing on a pair of pants he crawled into bed next to his lover. Almost immediately Kisame rolled over and face the far wall. Itachi didn’t say anything. It wasn’t often Kisame was the one in a bad mood and the weasel decided to give the shark-like nin his space.

Itachi just cuddled up to Kisame’s back and started to dose off. Kisame however was nowhere near sleep, he was restless. Every few minutes the larger man shifted slightly, trying to settle down to go to sleep. Itachi sighed, wrapping an arm around Kisame’s waist. “Settle down.” He muttered sleepily.

“I don’t like that movie.” Kisame said. Itachi nodded, he’d already figured that out by the way his shark was acting. “I’m not a shark damn it.”

“I know.” Itachi said absently.

Kisame rolled over to face the weasel. “Just because I look like one doesn’t make me one.” Itachi nodded but didn’t bother to open his eyes. “I like my food cooked, I can’t smell blood, and I hate shark movies!”

“I know, Kisame.” Itachi muttered.

“I’m tired of being a freak!” Kisame said suddenly.

“You’re not a freak, Kisame.” Itachi said curling up closer to the shark. He was already half asleep due to the mission they had gone on that day and just wanted to go to sleep.

“Yes I am! I mean how much of a freak do you have to be to be a freak in an organization of freaks?!” Kisame asked angrily.

Itachi sighed and opened his eyes slightly. Reaching up he gave Kisame a chaste kiss “I like freaks.” He said before settling down again. Itachi curled up closer to his blue pillow; head settling into the crook of Kisame’s arm like it belonged there.

“I know you do Itachi…It’s just I’m tired of everybody only seeing me as a bloodthirsty shark when I’m a human being. I mean come on just cause I have blue skin I’m suddenly a fish? That’s like saying Zetsu is multiracial cause he’s two different colors. I swear if I get one more undercooked plate of food-”

“Kisame.” Itachi said suddenly, interrupting the larger man mid-rant.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and go to sleep.” Itachi muttered sounding almost there himself.

Kisame frowned but after a minute sighed. “Kay.”

After a minute of silence Itachi sighed, nuzzling closer to his lover. “You may be a freak Kisame…but you’re still the best pillow I’ve ever had.” He said quietly.

Kisame smiled in spite of himself. His fingers tangled in Itachi’s hair, he loved the feel of the silky strands against his fingers. Kisame’s hand moved through the long dark locks lovingly. Hearing Itachi say that…well…it made up for pretty much everything else…