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Seaswept
By : Daydreamer79
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Sasuke sat staring at the white haired captain calling out orders to his crew while he stood positioned near the wheel used to guide the rudder of the ship. When he and his crew of sailors had captured Orochimaru's ship, Sasuke and Juugo were both shuttled to the larger war ship along with the other slaves and any thing of value—all taken in the name of the King. Those of African decent were herded below to be sold for the crown at a later date while others were housed on board until they reached a nearby port.
Then the fates of all who were taken would be decided. It was likely those not of African decent would be released or offered positions in the navy but Sasuke was not sure. In his eyes, all those taken from Orochimaru should be released, even those slated for sale.
It was disgusting to him that the majority of those on board the ship were going to be sold, regardless. He didn't need to speak their language to understand the reasoning behind keeping the collars and chains on the dark skinned men and women. Those of dark skinned origin would be sold in the British colonies. He recalled a discussion between his father and Itachi on the subject of using slave labor to grow crops for trade.
Being reminded of Itachi, Sasuke shifted his gaze towards the sky and watched the passing clouds with a detached sense of being. Not knowing what the future held for him gave a sort of surreal cloaking to his mind. His lungs expanded and his eyes closed as the scent of fresh salt infused his senses. It overpowered the odor of fish and sweat exuded from the majority of the crew. For a brief moment, he allowed his mind to go blank and forget all he had lost in recent days.
"Sasuke?" Juugo winced visibly as he settled down beside Sasuke on a barrel off to one side.
Sasuke's gaze flitted to Juugo and he frowned at his companion's continued stiff movements. The wounds across his back were deep and healing slowly. He could well understand the frowns and winces coming from the surgeon who tended to Juugo, Sasuke refusing to leave his side until he was certain he would survive. If not for his especially sturdy constitution, he might have succumbed to the wounds and left Sasuke alone once more.
Juugo filled the empty place left by his separation from Itachi. He was a replacement of sorts for his brother. Being with Juugo offered him a small emotional respite from his loss. They essentially supported each other. He couldn't speak for Juugo's mind, but he knew the large man needed him and that was a pleasant feeling.
Sasuke's hand inched over and wrapped small slender fingers around Juugo's large wrists. He traced the scars, new and old while traces of sadness worked through him. Someone like Juugo should never be forced into the sort of life he led. He was marked both physically and emotionally by Orochimaru and would carry those marks for the remainder of his life.
A rush of anger worked thorough Sasuke upon see the marks that Juugo wore across his entire body. His back was riddled with scars so thick; it gave it an uneven appearance over the expanse of large muscles. His wrists and neck were serrated with rope and manacle scars—some still possessing scabs from the restraint. They had to hurt. To look as he did, it had to hurt. "Juugo…hurt?"
"A little." Juugo held up the fingers of one hand to symbolize the small amount of pain his injuries caused him.
Looking down at their hands caused Sasuke to long for Itachi all the more keenly. Until his capture by the slaver, he had never been far from his brother. Now that the initial danger was removed, he was allowed to mourn the loss of Itachi.
The sea seemed so large and dominating. Was finding Itachi amidst the miles and miles of blue even possible? Even speaking fluently, he would not know the name of the ship or even the captain. The only names he knew were Itachi.
"Sasuke sad?" asked Juugo quietly, his gentle brown eyes offering comfort. His hand lifted and settled on Sasuke's head, ruffling the short spiky locks of hair.
Sasuke turned his gaze towards the ocean laid out before them. The only life visible was the occasional dolphin surfacing or the jumping of fish through the cresting waves. "Sasuke…sad," he acknowledged. "Itachi—"
Juugo cocked his head and placed a hand on Sasuke's head. "Itachi?"
"Nii-san…brother."
"Nii-san," repeated Juugo. "Is he dead?"
Sasuke pondered the words. Dead was the only word he was certain of in the question. No, Itachi was not dead. He was certain he would know if his brother ever died. They had a connection since the beginning. Itachi had always looked out for him.
"You're a sturdy fellow."
Juugo and Sasuke turned their gazes towards the captain as he approached. He was a tall man with gray hair and a black patch hiding his left eye. His lips parted in a welcoming smile, much different from the hard as steel gaze he had passed over Orochimaru and Kabuto.
"I'm glad to see you up and about." He offered a small, courteous bow to them before leaning his hips against the railing and pulling a pipe from his pocket. "You looked a little worse for wear."
Juugo nodded slowly. "Thank you."
"Don't be thanking me, boy. Once your back heals, you'll be working aboard this ship until we reach port where I can discuss what to do with you and the boy. Most of the non-African slaves will be put ashore where they can choose their own fate but you two—" Kakashi gave a few puffs to his pipe. "I’m still not sure what to do with the two of you. Contributing to delinquency is not something I wish to add to my repertoire. I can possibly set up the boy on a ship as a cabin boy. If you prove seaworthy, I might keep you as a member of this crew."
Juugo immediately went stiff. "I will stay with Sasuke."
Sasuke, upon hearing his name, looked up to see Juugo's ferocious face growing dark. He had seen this happen before when Kabuto had removed him from the cell and begun dragging him towards Orochimaru. Juugo had gone wild. In those moments, he had seemed less human and more monstrous, giving truth to the fearful gazes of their fellow slaves. He did not want to see him in that state again. Unless he was calmed, he could possibly go on a rampage.
"Juugo," he said firmly. A small hand lifted and patted Juugo's bicep to draw his attention. "Juugo stop."
Juugo's body shuddered and his gaze moved from Kakashi to Sasuke. Sasuke's gaze was firm and his hand on Juugo's arm insistent. "Juugo…stop."
Kakashi arched a brow. "Something wrong?"
Juugo's gaze darted from Sasuke to Kakashi. "I stay with Sasuke."
Heaving a sigh, Kakashi shrugged a shoulder. "I can't promise anything. Sasuke is in the custody of His Majesty's Navy. He can't even speak the King's English."
"Sasuke stays with me," growled Juugo. "I'll teach him to speak. He's learning."
"Why? Why do you want to keep him with you so badly?" asked Kakashi with an arched brow. "You're obviously not related."
Juugo returned his gaze to Sasuke. "I have to protect him. I saw him when that man put him below. He wasn't scared of me like the others."
Kakashi gave a low hum. "Orochimaru is worse than a pirate. Even that lot has real issues with him and his manner of business dealing. The pirates are getting worse and we will deal with them eventually. But until then, at least there is one less scalawag off the seas."
Juugo nodding, giving a small wince and a grunt of pain as the ship crashed over a particularly large swell. His hand flew to his side while the other latched onto Sasuke. Lips turned down in a frown and he hissed through his teeth.
That sound of pain from Juugo was enough to jar Sasuke into his senses. He stood and offered his hand to Juugo. "Juugo…sleep."
"It's a bit early for him to be sleeping, don’t you think?"
Sasuke turned his gaze to Kakashi. His eyes flared and his arms folded across his bony chest. "Juugo hurt! Juugo sleep…now."
"A bit of a little spitfire, aren't you?"
The temptation was there to punch that smirking face. The man was taking great amusement at his and Juugo's expense. Sasuke was having none of it. He lifted a finger. "You—"
"I'm what?" chuckled Kakashi.
Sasuke wracked his brain for a word to use. His vocabulary, while considerably larger since meeting Juugo, was still poor. "You…you…baka!"
"Come again?"
Sasuke poked a finger to Kakashi's chest. "You…baka! Sasuke no like."
Kakashi paused before doubling over in laughter. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you called me something bad."
Sasuke's face closed up and his hand tightened on Juugo's wrist. "Go now."
Sasuke led Juugo away towards the waiting beds available in the surgery below. He stiffened at the sound of laughter coming from the captain.
"I like you. I think I'll keep you around." Kakashi tapped the ashes from his pipe overboard. "You could be amusing aboard the ship. What do you say, lad? Would you like to join His Majesty's Navy?"

oOo

Itachi grappled with the line tossed to him and quickly tied it firmly to one of the hooks located on the railing of the ship using the techniques Deidara had drilled into him for the last fortnight. His eyes darted skyward toward the ever darkening heavens. Until today, the sailing was smooth and uneventful. According to Captain Pein, with the wind firmly at their back, they had made good time reaching the Cape and doing so in fourteen days instead of the estimated twenty.
"Son of a bitch," growled Deidara as water sprayed onto him. "That is colder than a witch's tit."
Shikamaru grunted and gave a tug on the line he was strapping tightly to the ship. "What would you know about tits? I doubt you've ever diddled a woman in your life."
"Shut your mouth, lazy bones. Women just can't handle me," snapped Deidara. "Itachi's the same."
Shikamaru's brow shot into his hairline. "And does that mean you've introduced him to that sort of activity?"
"Quit your gabbing and the lot of you get to your duties," shot out Kisame, his muscles bulging as he pulled his own line into position. "There's a storm coming and if we don't batten down the lines, the ship will tear herself apart."
Deidara sent Kisame a sour look and jumped onto the rigging, darting upward to begin tying down the sails to the mast. He moved with grace despite the harsh dipping and rocking of the ship. In conditions such as these, handling the rigging attached to the mast was an exponentially more dangerous and frequently lethal job.
"Itachi! Kisame!" Asuma exited the captain's cabin and shouted out over the increasing howling of the wind. "The Captain wants to see both of you."
Itachi glanced at Kisame, who nodded and led the way up the staircase. Itachi shivered slightly at seeing his brawny shoulders and tapered waist as he trailed behind him. In the rare and weak moments when not kept busy with his duties, his thoughts turned to Kisame and much to his chagrin, his body responded in turn to his thoughts. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted and so kept his own council in such matters.
Giving himself a mental shake, he took the steps after Kisame and entered the warm interior of Pein's cabin. Pein's features were pulled down in a frown as he stared at the map spread atop the table. His fingers toyed with the sextant and his eyes darted back and forth over the expanse of ocean drawn and measured before him.
"Our luck hasn't changed," commented Pein dryly as the two entered the room.
"Don't tell me you thought it might," growled Kisame as he flattened his hand over the southern tip of Africa. "I warned you we would hit the storm season but you chose to ignore my advice. Two months in port would have passed quickly, maybe taking down a ship here and there to stave off the incumbent boredom. Your decision to push through at this time of year was foolish."
Pein's violet eyes flashed dangerously. "Mind your tongue, Mr. Kisame. I am still the captain of the Crimson Cloud."
"Well someone has to reason with you." Kisame's hand fisted on the map. "You're not thinking straight. What has you so determined to get back to the island?"
Pein growled in his throat. "I don't know, but I need to get there. I had planned to make this trip the last one to the east. The money is no longer in the eastern trade but in ships carrying gold made from the selling of slaves and goods in the colonies. It will also mean no more risky trips around Africa or long journeys home."
"That's no excuse for us possibly getting caught on the rocks or the waves tearing the ship apart." Kisame pushed away from the table and folded his arms across his chest. "What's done is done."
Pein sighed and pulled an enlarged map of the southern tip of Africa. "We could stay closer to shore, but the chances of being rammed into shallow rocks are risky."
"The storm would be milder," offered Kisame.
"Come here, Itachi." Pein gestured for Itachi to join them at the table. He used his finger to represent their location. "We are here. We need to move around this bit of land and come out on the other side. I'm afraid King Neptune is going to give us quite the ride."
Itachi followed Pein's finger on the usual course past the rock filled shallows. "You think to go wide?"
Pein tapped his fingers in consideration. "It's dangerous to travel unfamiliar seas. Even the best maps are not perfection and can miss shallow sandbars and rocky outcrops. The storm makes it more difficult to spot them until practically on them."
"But necessary to take such risks sometimes?" Itachi glanced towards Kisame. His face was unreadable and his pale blue eyes intense as returned the stare.
"We are reaching the point where we need to decide a course, Captain," murmured Kisame.
"If we are going to die, let's take a risk in doing so."
Kisame's lips parted in a wide smile. "Then let's try not to die so that we can live to tell the tale."
Itachi heart sped up at the excitement pouring from Kisame. Until this moment, he had been a voice of reason with Pein, constantly butting heads with him. Now, he shed that mantle and prepared to savor the adrenaline fueled excitement of riding the storm to its end.
Pein nodded to the two of them. "It's our home berth or Davy Jones' locker for us." With those words, he turned and marched from the cabin to relay his instructions to Asuma at the wheel.
Itachi turned to follow when Kisame's hand fell to his shoulder. "A moment, lad."
His gaze lifted to meet pale eyes. "Yes?"
"Stay below. When the storm truly hits, stay below with Dan."
Itachi cocked his head and gazed at Kisame with his peerless eyes. "Why?"
"It's dangerous on deck during a storm like this. I don't want you washed overboard when the waves start crashing on the deck, at least not until you're more sure of yourself shipboard." Kisame's hand tightened on Itachi's shoulder, his fingers digging into the flesh.
"I can handle myself on the deck, Kisame." Itachi shrugged the touch from his shoulder. "Do not worry for me."
As he moved from the cabin, his shoulder burned from the touch. Even with Kisame's fingers no longer grasping him, he still felt the touch caressing his skin through the loose white shirt. His body responded instantly, once more frustrating him at how easily it came to life under Kisame's touches.
"Ahoy!" Shikamaru called to Itachi as he shimmed down the rigging and planted his feet shakily on the deck. "Get below and check on the prisoner. Make sure he's secured in the hold."
"Isn't that your duty?" asked Kisame upon approaching the two.
Shikamaru gave a long drawn out sigh. "The rigging has started coming loose in a few places. It's some shoddy knots. Deidara is going ape shit about it. I don't know who tied those knots, but they are definitely sub par."
"Probably Hidan's work before he was removed from the ship. He was always piss poor at knotting." Kisame nodded to Itachi. "Do as he says."
Itachi nodded and took the stairs below deck. The ship chose that moment to ride down a particularly steep swell, causing him to stumble to his knees on the slick wood. His knee banged against a stair and sent a shock of pain through his system. For all his bravado when speaking with Kisame, his current situation only proved Kisame's point that he should not be above deck when the storm fully hit.
His brows pulled down into a frown as he walked off the ache in his knee. He felt an uncertain need to prove himself to Pein…and to Kisame. There was a desire there to show that he was not a boy but a man worthy of their admiration. Without Sasuke, he was alone in the world and needed to find his place in it before he was swept away on the tide of fate. The aid of these powerful men would be invaluable in his search for his brother.
Following the trail of lanterns hung along the walls, he reached a cell where the prisoner sat on a bench chained tightly to the wall. "You are Hyuuga?"
Pale eyes lifted, catching the light and shining much like that of a cat's eye. "And you speak the language of my ancestors."
Itachi's eyes widened at the words of his youth rushing over him from foreign lips. "You speak my language?"
"My name is Hyuuga Neji of the Hyuuga clan." Neji inclined his head in respect. "How did one such as you come aboard a ship with these pirates? You look more of a noble or merchant's offspring."
Neji spat the word pirate as if it were the vilest term imaginable. It caused Itachi to cock his head and frown. "Why do you hate them so?"
"They are betrayers." Neji tugged on the chains that kept him attached the hull of the ship. "They betrayed the location of my village to our enemies for a profit."
"How do you know this?"
Neji's eyes narrowed. "Because before I cut out his heart, one of the attackers named this ship. Men facing certain death rarely lie."
Itachi turned to leave, pausing before glancing over his shoulder. In English he spoke, his words carefully chosen and immaculate in presentation. "I am sorry for your loss but I can not help you in what you seek, for I have abandoned my homeland and become a member of this crew. For the sake of my brother, I will become one of them."
"Is your brother worth selling your soul?" snarled Neji.
Itachi closed his eyes, a faint smile tilting the corner of his lips. "Yes."
With that, he moved from the hold and through the rocking ship. The storm was coming fast, causing winds to whip at the tightly furled sails. Men shouted to each other as they rushed in their duties. Even Pein was braving the waves at his crew's side with his red hair plastered wetly to his face.
He watched as Kisame leapt across the length of the deck to grab a loose line with his hands and pull it tight. Even in these less than desirable circumstances, Kisame was in his element. His strong muscles bulged and strained as he tugged down the rope and expertly tied it to a ring. He barked out orders and his eyes constantly scanned the deck for anything appearing amiss.
"Kisame!" shouted Pein over the howling of the wind.
"Aye?"
"Prepare to release the sail. We need to move through the storm, not attempt to wait it out." Pein took the helm from Asuma. "Strap down everything you can!"
Itachi raced up the deck stairs and began to assist Deidara in strapping down several barrels. "Why can't we wait out the storm?" he shouted.
Deidara glanced at Itachi with a half mad grin. "Because there is always a bigger storm on the horizon. Storms like this are art! They come in a flash and are amazing to witness. Consider yourself lucky, Itachi. You're in for a treat if we survive."
Kisame glanced from where he was strapping down a cannon. "What the fuck are you doing above deck? Get below before it turns worse?"
Rain began to pour from the heavens and soaking ever soul above deck. It slicked the wooden deck and caused hair to plaster to faces and brows. Kisame's thick hair stuck to his cheeks and neck, the bandana around his brow keeping it and the rain from running in his eyes.
"I'm going to help."
"Help below deck." Kisame wrapped his callused hands around Itachi's arm and tugged him towards the stairs leading below. "You'll die if you're washed overboard."
Itachi fought against him. "Don't underestimate me, Kisame."
The ship took a steep dive over a particularly high swell. Itachi stumbled against Kisame, his face becoming buried in his chest. If not for the warm, rain slicked body, he might have fallen face forward to the deck.
"You're not ready to be up here," he shouted over the drum of wind and rain. "Go below!"
"Kisame! I need you to hold the fucking wheel!" shouted Pein. "She's fighting me."
Eyes turned to the helm where Pein and Asuma were struggling to keep the wheel from spinning wildly. Their teeth were bared and it took both their strength to keep the course straight and true to their destination.
"Hold on!" he yelled to Itachi and wrapped his arms tightly around his slender body as a large wave crested over the deck and washed over them in salty water.
Itachi gasped at the harsh spray, unable to stand on his own without Kisame's aid. "Kisame?"
Kisame's hands cupped Itachi's face, his voice forced louder to be heard over the shouts of the crew and the wailing of the storm. "Get below. I want you safe."
With that, the warm arms released Itachi and climbed the stairs so to add his strength to keeping the wheel steady. His eyes clenched shut and his lips pulled down in a strained frown.
As much as Itachi wanted to obey, he could not go below until he was certain his assistance wasn't needed. Judging from the way the crew ran around the ship, all the help possible was needed to keep the Crimson Cloud afloat.
Waves continued to crash over the deck, sending crew members flopping on the wooden expanse as if they were fish being spat out. Itachi wrapped his arm in a length of rope and held on as the ship was tossed back and forth on the sea. He could barely see five feet in front of him and the rain and waves soaked his clothing and hair, plastering both to this body.
He wiped the salty water from his eyes and glance to where there were still two cannons unbound and threatening to be sent careening from their position if the ship took another hit from the larger of waves. "Deidara! The cannons."
"Itachi!" Deidara tossed Itachi a length of rope. "Tie those down with that. Secure them tight. We don't want them shifting across deck."
Nodding his head, he fingers felt numb as he looped the rope across the black iron body of the cannon. He could barely move his fingers to create the appropriate knots. Each time he thought he had it formed, a large wave would crash over the deck and send him floundering to the ground, his grip on the line all that was keeping him from being washed overboard by the punishing waves.
"Hurry!" shouted Deidara.
Itachi moved to the last cannon. His muscles burned and his eyes stung with the sea water constantly washing over him. Shivering cold and aching pain rolled through him, forcing him to bite his lip to keep from whimpering at the needles of cold being driven into hands and fingers that refused to do the job required of them.
"Itachi!"
Itachi jerked his gaze up just in time to see Deidara racing towards him and the massive crest of the wave crashing towards the ship. There were mere moments allowed to secure the cannon but not enough to fully brace himself for the impact of the water.
The line holding him secure to the ship tightened painfully against his arm. His shoulder burn in agony as he was tossed like a rag doll, landing against the cannon he had only moments before secured. His shoulder was wretched from its socket and he screamed in agony at the injury. Still, throughout it all, the rope remained sturdy and he maintained his position on the deck.
As a short calm gave the weary crew a moment's respite, Deidara crouched over Itachi's shaking body. "Fuck me. That was a close one, boy."
Itachi spat blood from his mouth, his tongue having been bitten during the wrenching of his shoulder. The rain was so thick that the red immediately turned pink and then was washed away completely. He panted against the cannon, using it for support as agony continued to pulse up his arm. His fingers and hand felt numb and moving them was added discomfort to the already painful throbbing.
Deidara unlatched Itachi's arm from the rope. "We need to get you below, ya? I think you dislocated your shoulder but thanks to you, the cannons are secured."
The comfort seemed small as he was half dragged down the stairs. The ship chose that moment to rock sharply and both men went crashing against the wall. A fresh wash of agony shot up Itachi's arm and he was unable to prevent the cry from escaping his lips. Even the wound given him by Pein could not compare to this constant stabbing agony rushing down the entire side of his body.
"Dei? What happened?" Dan rushed immediately from the surgery and swayed with the ship as he reached the two. "Itachi?"
"Brave little shit latched himself to the ship and started tying down the cannons." Deidara transferred Itachi's weight to Dan. "I need to get back topside."
Dan nodded and walked Itachi to the surgery. "Where is the blood from?"
Itachi panted against the pain. "Bit my tongue."
His hand lifted to his shoulder, giving a small cry as he reached the swelling flesh on his shoulder. "My shoulder is hurt."
Dan brought out a knife and cut away the shirt. Despite Itachi's groans, his fingers insistently probed the injured flesh. "You've a dislocated shoulder."
He moved quickly, grabbing a strap of leather and forcing it between Itachi's teeth. "Bite down on that so you don't gnaw off your tongue."
Itachi had only moments to bite down before one of Dan's hands moved over his shoulder and gave a forceful push while tugging on his arm.
White hot pain shot through Itachi's shoulder and an audible pop echoed through the room. The pain was intense but manageable with his shoulder returned to its proper position. He nearly went limp as blood flow began to return to his fingers.
"You're lucky you weren't crushed against the cannon." Dan pulled a jar of salve from a cupboard and began rubbing the foul smelling concoction over the marks burned into Itachi's arm by the rope. "Kisame is going to have your hide for being so reckless."
"Why?" Itachi frowned at the mention of Kisame.
Dan patted Itachi's shoulder. "That man has taken a liking to you. You would do wise to listen to him. He's more experience on the sea than most men on this ship. He's sailed the ocean since he was a teenager, a good many of the years with the Captain."
Itachi nodded and wiggled his fingers at the tingling of warmth and blood now causing a sensation of needles being pressed into his skin. "The cannon would have come loose."
"I doubt Kisame will consider your excuse," chuckled Dan as he bound Itachi's arm against his chest with several lengths of muslin cloth. "Lay down on the bed there and rest. There isn't anything you can do with your arm in the state it is."
Lying in the bed, Itachi's stomach clenched at the wild swaying of the ship. His hand reached into the pouch that never left his side and withdrew the small wooden toy made for Sasuke by Dan. His fingers stroked over the crude workmanship before bringing it close to his chest and closing his eyes. Sasuke had held this small, crude toy. It was all he had of Sasuke's save for a shirt that had long since lost his smell.
Fighting back tears, he bit his already abused lip and released a small, slightly garbled sob. "Sasuke."

oOo

The swaying of the ship continued. Even through the thick wooden hull, Itachi could hear the crashes of waves and shouts from the crew. Minutes became hours and an eternity seemed to pass until finally the rocking and crashing began to ease little by little.
The throbbing in his shoulder eased only slightly as the ship finally seemed to settle and work through the storm threatening to capsize the vessel. He sat up just in time to see a wet and absolutely furious Kisame slam through the door and jerk him to his feet. The sudden motion jarred his shoulder and pushed a cry from his lips.
Kisame paused at the cry, his grip loosening only slightly. "You little idiot. You could have been crushed by the waves or been thrown overboard."
"I am fine," stated Itachi as the jarring pain in his shoulder eased. "The storm is finished?"
"We were lucky. The tail wind of the storm pushed us through with minimum damage to the ship." Kisame's hand traced over Itachi's bare shoulder to where the binding began and then down to rope burns at his wrist and forearm. "You were foolish to tie yourself to the ship."
"But effective." Itachi's lips twisted in a slight smirk. "If I had not seen the cannons, they would have shifted and done more damage than was necessary."
Kisame growled and snatched a hand into Itachi's hair. "Don't get smart with me."
For a moment, Itachi's eyes widened slightly as he thought Kisame might kiss him. The intense light in those pale blue eyes was nearly unnatural. His muscular body shifted against Itachi before finally moving away and leaving him to slump on the bunk.
"Rest up. You can bet your ass that I am planning on working you to the bone for this cock shit you pulled. Not to mention the Captain is going to start your sword training soon so I would suggest you make sure you're fully healed when that begins or else you could end up with a matching scar." Kisame's fingers pressed against the pale pink, still healing skin of the scar on Itachi's right shoulder caused by Pein's blade.
Itachi watched as Kisame exited the surgery. A strange sense of disappointment rushed through him, forcing him to close his eyes against the ache it caused. He had hoped…he was not sure what he hoped. Perhaps Deidara was wrong about Kisame and that he was reading too much into their small interludes.
Swallowing the lump in his throat he withdrew the small toy from his pocket and rubbed a thumb over the wood. He needed to turn his focus from his infatuation with Kisame and toward getting Sasuke back…whatever the cost.
To be continued…
AN Sorry for the late posting. I've got lots of this written, I've just been lazy, and busy, and having trouble staying logged into AFF long enough for me to actually get to the post page. Anyway, here is a nother chapter. I might post a second chapter in a few minutes as an apology for making you guys wait. :)
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