KisaIta- Sick.

“Must…..mmmm….do the report…”
2:37 AM
“’Tachi…..he’s here…”
2:38 AM
“I…..ughh…”

A soft murmur of thoughts recollected out of a certain Shark nin’s mouth. Early in the morning, Kisame was hunched over his desk, hands in his lap; a heavy head and heart weighing him down onto the sheets of paper. Precipitation pelted to the ground on the outside world, seeming as though an army of bullets dropped by for a visit. Grumbling on through still, Kisame could sleep through a hurricane.


On the other side of the room, a tiny sliver of light invaded the floor’s darkness. The
bathroom was accompanied by a lone sole. Itachi was used to being up with his partner at such ungodly hours; stress made his hair curl, so he had left to the bathroom to brush it. Steady strokes awarded the Uchiha the fruit of his labor, and silk black hair fell past his shoulders, straight as it ever was.

As if the rain wasn’t enough to keep Itachi awake, his partner’s sleep talking was immensely loud. The light flickered off; Itachi stepped out quietly and peered out of the door. Kisame only just grunted and shifted his head. Blue hair matted at his cheeks, suggesting he was sweating profusely.
A nagging voice in his head made the concerned Uchiha even more nervous as he strode over, moving Kisame’s hair out of his face. ‘Terribly warm’, he thought to himself. Upon further inspection, he noticed Kisame shivered uncontrollably, even though the temperature was 75 degrees.
“Lymphatic nodes swollen….”


To put it blankly, Kisame was sick.


A line of worry developed on Itachi’s forehead. Clearly, he was not in the mood to put up with such trivial matters at this time; but he must do what he had to, for his partner’s sake. The first task was waking the behemoth. Easier said then done. Picturing an enraged Shark in his mind, Itachi shook Kisame’s shoulder roughly.
“Kisame. Wake up, Kisame.”

Fortunately, his partner had cooperated, and had not made it a serious attempt to get him up. His eyes fluttered open, blinking in such a way as if he was confused with the surroundings. They had sort of a hazy look to them, and the eyes swiveled to his partner.
“Hey….Itachi.” Sitting up straight, he stretched and pulled The Uchiha over. Leaning in for a kiss, he smirked; Itachi could feel the virus hitting his skin.


“No, Kisame. You’re sick.” Itachi crudely pushed on the other’s nose and face, scrunching it in a playful manner. A single eyebrow was raised, and a hand shot up to Kisame’s throat. The Shark nin felt his throat and swallowed. He groaned as it hurt.


“I think there’s animal hide in my throat…”


“No, you have a sore throat. It’s because your cells are dying.” ‘Everything with Itachi is so medical.’ Kisame rolled his eyes as his partner pushed him to bed, taking over his shirt, and tucking him in.
“Stay here..”

Itachi glared at Kisame for a bit before exiting. Sighing, Kisame hit his head back on the pillows angrily. It wasn’t his fault he got sick. Maybe another member got him infected. ‘Sure’, he thought. ‘Lets blame someone else.’
The door opened once again, and Kisame identified his partner standing there. In no time, a cool wet cloth padded at his head.

“You are such a pain, my friend.” A small smirk formed on Itachi’s face. This amused him greatly, seeing The Shark lay helplessly in bed with an illness. Power over the situation washed through Itachi; and he liked it.


“Pain in your ass, Itachi? I seem to give you that a lot.” Kisame laughed while Itachi closed his eyes, trying ever so hard no to blush. He leaned down real close and bit his partner’s lips to quiet the noise. For that simple action, Kisame stopped, and began to purr in content. The Uchiha moved his lips up, gently capturing the other’s, and began to kiss up his cheek, next to his temple; and anywhere that suit him. His lip were swollen because of the such intense heat as he pulled away. Soft moans escaped both of their throats.


“Yes…you do…..but, I still love you.” The wet cool cloth was lifted, and Itachi placed a kiss there too. A longing glance was what the Uchiha gave him next before striding out of the room, presumably towards the kitchen.


Laying there in silence, Kisame couldn’t help but sigh in relief, and chagrin.


“Maybe I should get sick….more often.”