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--Stoicness-- PS --KI--

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--Stoicness-- PS --KI--   
(Personality Structure)


The kid was stoicness itself. With his long, ebony hair dancing fluidly around his slim face into the wind, his thin frame that hid more power than it first suggested, his flawless ivory skin as smooth as an alabaster statue’s, and those deadly eyes that would never reflect any emotions... It seemed like nothing could get the teen to even smile.

Kisame didn’t really mind his partner’s muteness, but the simple fact that he would never show how he felt on the inside was starting to get on his nerves. If only Itachi would simply, just for once, answer his questions, tell him something else than mission specifications, or his trademark “hn”... But he guessed that that was too much asking from the apathetic boy.

The pair was walking down a deserted road, the sun slowly setting behind them. “Let’s find a place to spend the night, shall we? We clearly won’t make it to the base before the night” the shark look-alike proposed to the shorter criminal travelling with him, earning a sharp nod from the young male by his sides for his efforts of beginning a conversation, or to at least get a word in answer.

He had searched in every dictionary he could had laid his hands on, and “hn” was not considered as a word in the Japanese language.

They walked a few more miles before digging through the dense forest bordering the dirt road for a good spot where they could settle down, until the morning would break. They didn’t bother to lit a fire; it would only make their presence more obvious to the few ANBU patrolling the area.

Kisame offered to take the first watch, offer that the Uchiha couldn’t turn down so easily. The lithe teenager wrapped himself in his cloak, lying still on the hard ground, his sight slowly fading to black as he felt into a deep, dreamless slumber.

The Samehada wielder, for a few consecutives seconds once in a while, was watching over his young partner, trying to discern a slight change in Itachi’s features. Each time was exactly the same, no noticeable differences from the previous glance to the current one. Even in his sleep, the prodigy was as stoic as always.

When the time to switch shifts arrived, Kisame stood up from his seat against a large oak tree to wake up the weasel. He kneeled behind his partner, shaking him on the side. Itachi snapped immediately, sitting up and glaring hell’s fire at the ex-Mist nin.

The shark-man was so shocked to see something other than indifference in the raven’s eyes, that he didn’t realize the threat hanging over his head. It’s only after noticing the black tomoes changing into the shape of a dark shuriken that he began to wonder if the youngest Akatsuki member would attack him. The only thing he did was to get him awake! Usually he shook his shoulder to rip him from his eventless rest, but could that really be the matter?

“Sumi masen, Itachi-san” Kisame apologized, breaking eye contact with the wrathful youth. Staring at the ground, he tried to explain himself to the pale teen irradiating death “I-it’s your turn to watch”.

The crimson eyes kept their blazing colour, but returned to their normal shape. The surprising rage also leaved the bloody gaze, to be replaced by, what else, a sickeningly emotionless look. Itachi gave a firm nod before rising to his feet, sitting at the same spot his companion had been occupying a few seconds ago.

Kisame lied down, his back to the Uchiha heir. Trying in vain to reach sleep, his mind started racing, elaborating several theories on what had happened to the calm, collected, reserved male that was his partner. Maybe the sleep deprivation had something to do in his reasonable thinking, but the most plausible explanation to him at the moment was that the young S-Rank criminal was... ticklish.

Tomorrow morning, he would probably just laugh at himself for even thinking that the great, mighty Uchiha Itachi could have a weakness such as being ticklish. Little did he knew, he was not that far from having a knowledge that could allow him many advantages over the weasel.

The swordsman woke up at dawn, without any memories of having being awaken to take his second shift. He sat up and looked to where Itachi was, arms-crossed, staring at him with his yes empty of any emotion. “Itachi-san? You didn’t wake me up this night. Why?”.

The obsidian-haired kid blinked, never taking his blank gaze off Kisame. “I didn’t feel the need of sleeping any longer” he declared on a tone that could have sounded bored to unfamiliar ears, but the shark knew better. Never Itachi would show that openly an emotion.

But that last statement Kisame had made to himself reminded him of the strange events of the previous night. It seemed so unreal, that he doubted it ever happened. When finally he noticed, once they had set off to return to the Akatsuki lair, how distanced the silent teenager was from him, he couldn’t help but to believe that the raven actually had involuntary lost his cool.

As they approached their destination, a hologram showing a nature-size picture of their leader appeared before them. “You can’t get back to the base” it said, and added before Kisame could protest “Deidara tried to unclog the toilet Hidan had blocked with human body parts with one of his bombs. Long story short, the whole lair is inundate. Unless you want to sleep underwater tonight, I suggest you to stay at an inn until we fix things up. And by we, I mean Hidan and Deidara. Suit yourself”.

The hologram vanished into the air, leaving the two to walk back on their steps to find a cheap inn where they could wait for the blonde and zealot to repair the hideout’s piping. Which promised to be quite long, since they were dealing with their blonde and zealot.

After checking in in the first hotel they saw, they went directly to their assigned room. What a shock for both of them when they found out that there was one bed. Of course, Kisame was the only one to react. “That blind idiot. He probably thought you were my– Never mind, never mind. I’ll sleep on the couch if it bothers you”.

“There is no couch, Kisame” Itachi told him on an even, unemotional tone. He took his cloak off and threw it on the right side of the spacious bed, walking into the tiny bathroom connected to their room before shutting the door behind him.

Kisame stood by the bed, completely still. But then he hurled the key he had kept in hand at the opposite wall, the narrow edge driving into it. Hell he was sick of this. He couldn’t stand the boy’s silent indifference anymore. He had to get some emotion out of the kid, at any cost, before he turned insane.

He took a shower after Itachi finished, and when he returned there was food on the bed, waiting for him to dig in. The ex-Konoha nin was there too, but was so immobile and quiet he could have blend in with the room’s furniture. The lithe teen was munching on a dango ball, his knees risen to his naked chest with one arm around them, staring the perforated wall, where the key still hanged.

The blue-skinned man buried his head in his shoulders sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck as he walked to the good-covered bed. “Hehe, I bet you wanna know what happened, ne?”.

Itachi moved the soya balls away from his thin lips, staring at the half-hidden key with less emotions than a stone. “No. It’s not important. Eat now” he ordered with the minimum of words, handing one of the many meals to his partner, without looking at him once.

Kisame unwillingly took it, sitting on the floor by the bed. The duo ate in awkward silence, until there was nothing left. They went to bed straight after, showing their back to each other, the silence remaining. The clock on the wall hit one in the morning soundlessly, giving the former Mist nin the head start to execute the plan he had reviewed to the last detail countless of times already.

He feigned to turn around in his sleep, so he could face Itachi’s back. The younger male was relaxed, but curled up in a loose ball, lying on his side. The kid was giving him trouble, but nothing impossible to overcome.

He took in a deep breath, knowing that his actions would certainly get himself killed by the stoic teen, but it was too late to back down now. Someone this young couldn’t trap his feelings inside like that; if he wasn’t going to let them out on his own, Kisame just had to help him.

The shark look-alike grabbed the Itachi by the waist, a yelp of surprise escaping the lithe Uchiha  when he was being turned over on his back. The whole concept of him being taken off-guarded was already a big step, but it wasn’t what the blue-skinned man was seeking. He wanted more than a pure human, instinctive reaction from his young partner.

Kisame trapped the short raven beneath him, keeping him from kicking by sitting on the frail legs. Taking the Leaf-marked headband on the bedside table, he hastily tied it over the murderous eyes before the teenager could use them against him. He clapped his hand on it afterwards, preventing any attempt from the pale male of getting rid of it.

As expected, Itachi began clawing at his hand, trying to pry the things depriving him of his sight off. He asked on a cold, deadly cold and reserved tone “What do you think you’re doing, Kisame? If it’s some kind of sick joke, I would like you to stop. Now would be the better”.

All this talking only arose Kisame’s frustration even more. He knew the ebony-haired boy was terrified, and yet his voice was as emotionless as always. The stronger man’s muscles quivered in rage under his odd-coloured skin as he spat “Since when do you like something? Since when do you admit that you like, or want something?! I’m dead sick of your god-damn attitude! You shouldn’t be like that! Kids your age are laughing all day long, whining about chores, cry out of anger and sadness, and you can’t even put a smile on your face! What the hell is wrong with you?! Don’t you think you would be relieved to let it out?!”.

The Samehada wielder was panting hard, but somehow felt a warm feeling within himself; appeasement, maybe? fulfilment? perhaps a hint of pride? He couldn’t tell before it vanished, when he caught the affected look on Itachi’s face. Holding his breath, he watched a silent tear slip from under the Konoha headband, running down the pale cheek. For the first time of what surely was his life, the prodigy’s voice cracked when he talked.

“My clan’s dead. All of them. Killed by my mere mortal hands. Would you smile again, Kisame, if you would have murdered the ones that were your family since the beginning of your existence? Would you ever laugh again after assassinating people that loved you, believed in you, after seeing how horrified your relatives were when you had driven a blade through their frozen bodies in cold blood, and then to see the same expression on their children’s faces?! Would you?!”.

Kisame didn’t know how to respond. This was definitely not what he had wanted to happen. It wasn’t part of his plan, in any way he would see it. And sometimes he wondered why he would let the former ANBU build up the way a mission would be completed...

Startled, he couldn’t gaze away from the teen, unable to shut his eyes from the pitiful sight immobilised underneath him. More tears were wetting Itachi’s pale face, but besides that, nothing could betray his inner pain, not even a mute sob, or a slight shaking in his bones, an imperceptible trouble in his breathing. Like always, he was suffering in silence.

The older criminal bent down, wiping the salty tears with his free hand. The teen stiffened at the soft contact, but the soothing, affectionate attention took over his defences. “Please forgive me Itachi-san” Kisame muttered, caressing the short brunette’s cheek. “That’s not what I intended to do. I didn’t mean to hurt you”.

The onyx-eyed male jerked his head to the side, away from the smooth touch, dropping his slender arms on the mattress. He closed his dark eyes behind the soft fabric of the scratched forehead protector, attempting in vain effort to cease the stinging flow of pouring. Why was it so hard to forget the past, to forgive himself for what he had done?

Kisame frowned when the youth snatched away from him, taking back his hands. “Good job, genius” he scolded his pathetic self, almost slapping his forehead. “Now the kid is emotional, but upset, and probably mad at you. Really, excellent work on here, baka”.

To hold himself up, the ex-Kiri nin laid his hands on both sides of Itachi, a sharp gasp escaping the light S-Rank criminal’s lips when he grazed the bare skin with his azure one. Oh yeah, his plan. Had he already forgotten about that? The shark shrugged it off his mind, drawing all his attention on that plan he had put into motion.

He grabbed the weasel’s sides, the Uchiha clinging to his partner’s arms as another gasp leaved his throat. Kisame could feel the muscles quiver under his hands, all the willpower Itachi was using to keep himself from writhing wildly. But the thing is, he didn’t know what was on the shark’s mind, and how he would use it against him.

Kisame leaned down slowly, whispering into the anxious prodigy’s ear “Smile for me, Itachi-san”. Next thing to happen, the raven was wiggling mindlessly under the swordsman’s skillful fingers, unable to breath correctly, for he was laughing too hard as the golden-eyed ravished his sides and stomach.

“Y-you’re a de-ad fi-ish!” Itachi managed to breath out between two hysterical fits of uncontrollable laughter, his blood-coloured eyes leaking from the lack of oxygen. His whole body felt electrified, shock waves after shock waves that would prevent him of using his limbs as he pleased.

“A dead shark, Itachi-san. A dead shark” Kisame simply grinned at him, even though the younger of the pair couldn’t see his toothy, wide smile. The ex-Kiri nin was at bliss: he had gotten the boy exactly where he had wanted him. He didn’t even need to restrain his arms at all: the Uchiha kid was so desperately trying to hold his arms back, it was mostly playing on his side.

He continued on like that for a few more minutes, until the only thing Itachi could do was to surrender to the displeasing feeling without resisting anymore. He got off him, removing the headband on his way, rolling to the side with his large grin still on his blue lips. “How do you feel, Itachi-san?” he asked, despite the fact that he knew the long-haired teen would surely want to skin him alive for having him cry, then yell, to finish with him laughing like mad, in a total of seven minutes.

Itachi, lying on his back, was slowly recovering his breath, but found the strength to face his partner, glaring half-heartedly at the taller male “Worn out. I just got tickled to death by a big blue shark for absolutely no reason, till any other normal being would have been too exhausted to beg for mercy. Now, big blue shark is asking me how I feel. There’s something that sounds wrong to me in all this”.

The older criminal chuckled, looking up at the ceiling. “That’s just because you don’t see beyond my question. How do you feel inside?” Kisame asked, then turned to stare at the teenager, who had somehow forget to hide his astonishment. He poked the youngster gently in the chest “How do you feel here?”.

The Sharingan user, against all expectations from Kisame, genuinely smiled to his fellow Akatsuki partner, the hatred glimmering into his crimson eyes gone. “I feel... relieved”.

~Owari~
WARNING!: YAOI/SHOUNEN-AI ALERT! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!

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:iconifailplz: I wanted it to be more like the 100 themes challenge, a short and fluffy story, but it ended up in a full fan fiction of my own. So here's the first theme, "Stoicness", as the title mentions. The whole series is called "PS", for "Personality Structure". There will be Sasodei, Kakuhidan, Zetsutobi, and Peinkonan. Hope you guyz will like it ^^

The ending sounds a bit like a weak smut scene, doesn't it?
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PS -- Stoicness -- KisaIta :here
PS --Sequel to Stoicness-- :[link]
PS -- Annoyance -- KakuHidan :[link]
PS -- Pessimistic -- SasoDei :[link]
PS -- Caring -- PeinKonan :[link]
PS -- Beamy -- ZetsuTobi :not done yet ^^;

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