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A year after being assigned as partners, Kisame could no longer keep the question to himself. "So.....why exactly is it that you joined the Akatsuki?"
Itachi sent a stoic look Kisame's way and then turned to walk away. After all, how could he possibly reveal that the only reason he had joined the infamous group was to take part in its nail polish ( Read more... )
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Kisame had long ago perfected the art of Fake-Sleep-Jutsu, but had never bothered to perform it in the company of his partner and, until today, had no real reason to do so. But curiosity killed the cat, or the ninja in this case, and the fishman found himself performing the usually helpful jutsu that very night. Quickly, he regretted it.
"Mine," Itachi purred in a voice not his own. "My own." Twisted, warped by his greed, he lovingly stroked his nails with his thumbs. "My precious."
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