KisaIta Week Day One- First Meeting/Goodbye

Kisame awoke to a pounding in his skull and a bright light shining down from above. He took a second to allow his eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness before actually taking in his surroundings. No dangerous chakra signatures were present, and as far as he could tell he was in someplace familiar to him.

He groaned and rubbed at his eyes slightly as he sat up, allowing the weight of his body to fully hit him. The shark felt as though a bus was weighing on his shoulders with how many bandages covered his body, exhaustion shrieked from every muscle and old wounds began to tear with the sudden movements. He grumbled and shifted around the white hospital bed, trying to find a more comfortable position. His head was pounding, and as he reached up to hold it steady he felt the familiar soft gauze wrapped tightly around his temples.

What happened to me?

How did I end up like this?

And where the hell is Samehada?!

All of these questions and more did nothing to alleviate the pain building in his skull, eventually forcing him to give up and trying to comprehend anything except basic bodily functions. He closed his eyes and rest his forearm across his face to try and block out the light, anything that could help him get back to that blessed sleep.

The sound of the door creaking open caught his attention, and he moved his arm away just enough to peek out at the cause of the noise.

"Ah, it's good to see you're awake. We were getting worried for a while there." A man with long black hair smiled at him, somehow easing the shark's anxiety.

The man walked over and took a seat next to his bed, setting down a small bowl of apples before taking out a kunai. Before Kisame could react he picked up one of the fruit and began the delicate task of peeling the red skin off, exposing the soft juicy meat below. He did this for a while, just sitting there by the blue man's side peeling apples and humming softly to himself, all the while Kisame watching him with a wary eye. Who was this man? Was he one of the doctors? If so, shouldn't he be tending to some of the other members?

Kisame blinked for a second. Members? That's right… There were others, just like him… What was the name… What was the name….?

The man stopped after a second and set down the knife, holding out a completely sliced apple to the shark. He blinked for a second, looking hesitantly between the fruit and the smiling pale face before taking it from the delicate looking hand, munching it between his razor sharp teeth. For a male the guy was fairly feminine, long flowing hair, small thin hands, that smile…. And of course the apple thing didn't help to secure any of his masculinity. Kisame scoffed under his breath, taking a break from scarfing down the apple to take a swig of water and watch the pale man.

'Kids nowadays are so weak… They go about life with this idea of friendship and comradery and don't realize the façade behind it all… They will just have to learn one way or another….' Kisame grumbled to himself under his breath, frowning as the smaller man seemed to smile to himself at his grumbling. "And what's so funny?"

The man, child really, he didn't look a day over 18, continued to work at the next apple as he replied. "Even with critical injuries you find something to scrutinize. You can't just relax and trust someone fully, hn?" He smiled up at the blue man again, holding out another apple slice.

"Just look at you. Kicking back, relaxing as your boyfriend feeds you. You should be ecstatic, I don't do this for just anyone you know."

Wait.

What?

"Excuse me?" Kisame fumbled over his words, a million thoughts racing through his pounding head. He groaned and held his head in his hands, swatting away worried hands. "Don't touch me! What are you talking about?!" The shark man growled out between gritted teeth, glaring at the smaller man.

He blinked, obviously taken by surprise. "Kisame…. Do you really not remember?" the words seem to ghost across his lips, and if Kisame hadn't been paying attention he would have missed them entirely. "It's me…. Itachi…"

And you are Uchiha Itachi, formerly of Konohagakure

What was that?! Kisame gripped at his skull harder, leaving tiny bruises under each finger. Was he losing his mind?!

"I'm your partner Kisame."

I think we are alike….It's why I wanted to be teamed with you in Akatsuki

"Shut up! Just, s-shut up!" Kisame gritted out, throwing all self-restraint out the window. Whatever the hell Itachi was doing was killing him! His head felt like it was being ripped open from the inside!

Itachi took a step back, eyebrows knitting together in confusion and concern. "Kisame, I just want to help…"

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Itachi barely had enough time to duck out the door as the bowl previously holding the apples smashed into a thousand pieces against the wall where his head used to be.

The shark man sat there for a moment in complete silence, taking in everything that had just happened before hiding his face behind his hands again. The headache had subsided for now, but it would return at full force soon if he didn't get any sleep. At least that kid was gone.

Itachi stood outside the door waiting, listening for any signs of movement inside the room before letting out a sigh he hadn't realized he had been holding. That was a little too close for his own comfort, but at least he had gotten Kisame to eat something. The weasel stepped away from the white door and walked past Zetsu's office, stopping briefly inside.

"He had a few apples today…. I at least got him to eat that much…"

The plant man looked up from his desk full of paperwork, giving Itachi a look of confusion. "No luck with him remembering?"

The weasel shook his head slowly before stepping out, walking the familiar path to the shared bedroom. Zetsu sighed as he went back to his work. 'That poor kid…. Three weeks have already passed, now Kisame finally wakes up and doesn't remember the past 5 years….It has to be tough on him….'

Itachi sighed as he flopped unceremoniously onto the large bed, taking time in slipping off his clothes and untying his hair. It's not like he had anyone to be considerate of, and at the moment he wanted nothing more than to crawl in bed and just forget today had ever happened.

He reached over and switched off the light on the nightstand before crawling under the covers, shifting over from his usual side in favor of submersing himself in the scent of his lover. He wrapped the sheets tightly around him and pressed his nose to the cool side of the pillow, inhaling deeply and shuddering as he is overwhelmed by the scent he had grown to love. Kisame's scent was all his own, it was a mix of salty sea breeze and pure masculine musk, a scent so endearing to Itachi just his bed was enough to make him feel as though the shark man was laying right beside him. But of course, said shark man was currently two doors down hating his guts at the moment, all at once destroying any hope Itachi had of dreaming for the night. No, Itachi would spend the majority of the night just enjoying the scents from their sheets before drifting off to sleep, only to be awakened multiple times by the same nightmare; eventually ending with him caving in and getting out of bed.

Once settled in the raven took a minute to let his body adjust to the absence of his other half, instead curling around another pillow adorning the bed to mimic the feel of human contact. He had gone years before even meeting Kisame and slept just fine, but after they had started dating, he never seemed to get any sleep if the shark wasn't in the immediate vicinity.

He closed his eyes and thought about everything from the day, going over everything down to the smallest detail. He had a new mission now, one that might take an eternity to complete but was the single most important thing on his mind.

How do I get him to remember me?