Author's Notes:These are the stories about Kisame/Itachi I'm writing for the livejournal community 30(underscore)kisses. I know there doesn't seem to be much fic-love for this pairing, so I figured I'd do something about that :)
Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Title: What is Perfection?
Theme: #15/Perfect Blue
Summary for this chapter: Kisame wonders, what is it that Itachi considers to be perfect?
He was antsy.
Ever since they arrived in that village Itachi had been on edge. To most, he was still the same intimidating person he had always been. But Kisame could tell something was different.
After traveling for a few days, it was nice to stay in a clean room. So many of the abandoned homes, apartments and seedy hotels the Akatsuki supplied their members with left a lot to be desired.
This small apartment, on the other hand, had been well kept and it appeared that someone had bribed the landlord and a cleaning lady into silence about the room's occupants.
But despite all that, Itachi was still not pleased; his crimson eyes constantly darting towards the window almost as if he expected to see someone coming through the dense forests to attack him.
Frowning thoughtfully, Kisame began to figure out the reason behind his partner's distress.
On the other side of those trees and across the border into the neighboring country was the village of Konoha. The village whose symbol appeared marred on Itachi's forehead protector.
Kisame knew the stories.
That village thought of Uchiha Itachi as their greatest prodigy. He graduated at seven, learned to use the sharingan at eight, passed the chunnin exam at nine and became an ANBU at the age of thirteen.
Itachi was their idea of perfection. He was the flawless embodiment of all the talents a ninja could ask for.
He was perfect…until he betrayed them.
Sure, he was still regarded as a genius; but now it was with fear instead of admiration.
Perfection stained with the blood of his clan. His family and their heritage wiped out by his hands.
"Itachi-san…?"
Kisame wasn't sure what spurred the question; whether it was his thoughts, the irritating silence, or just a desire to distract Itachi from his worries.
But now, he almost didn't want to ask. It seemed silly, really.
Itachi cast one more glance towards the window then raised his eyes to meet his partner's.
At that acknowledgement, Kisame knew he had to ask.
"I was just wondering- what do you consider perfection?"
He expected a shrug, then a vague answer or perhaps the name of a perfected jutsu or food dish.
Instead, Itachi stood abruptly; hesitating a brief moment before crossing the room.
Kisame felt the lean figure press up against him and couldn't help but grin.
Trying to distract me so you don't have to answer, eh?
The black and red cloak pooled at his feet, pale fingers sliding the garment from the broad shoulders. Fabric rustled, all of it becoming a forgotten heap on the floor.
Giving in to the distraction, Kisame pushed Itachi back unto the futon.
"Rather creative way to avoid answering me, Itachi-san…" He gruffly whispered as he pressed a kiss to the slender neck of the shorter man.
Itachi's usual frown deepened in thought and his eyebrows furrowed.
What do I consider perfection?
He ran the question through his mind as his red eyes danced over the light cerulean body above him.
"Blue…" Itachi murmured, more to himself than to Kisame; the color pinpointing the instinctive answer.
"What?"
Kisame paused in trailing rough kisses down Itachi's bare chest at hearing the rather silent, stoic man speak.
"Your answer," He explained.
My answer is…blue?
Kisame tried to find the relevance, as he observed Itachi's dark eyes for any clues.
To that which is perfect- few things can be viewed as more ideal.
The only thing to which perfection concedes is that which brings them to their knees; the one thing that can subdue them- their weakness in its truest form.
Itachi viewed emotions- love, desire, passion- as a weakness.
Itachi was someone who couldn't be stopped or subdued.
Itachi never got on his knees for anyone- except…
Kisame's eyes widened.
Perfect…blue.
"You mean…"
Itachi nodded, his face remaining inexpressive.
Uchiha Itachi was perfection, but the quintessential truth lay beside him.
The one thing even perfection bowed to- both physically and emotionally…
…was a blue-skinned man named Hoshigaki Kisame.
THE END