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It's Good to be Loved, Right?	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-It's Good to be Loved, Right?
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A/N This story is now being beta’d by one of my closest friends, and she’s probably a hell of a lot better writer than I am, so hopefully with her suggestions and small fixes, this should be better than before.
When Itachi woke the next morning cuddled against Kisame, he glared at the still-sleeping shark-man, trying to pull himself away angrily. He didn’t do physical contact – much less cuddling. It was degrading! It was humiliating! But, most of all, it left someone wide open for injury.
Kisame's eyes opened, watching the weasel with amusement. "Good morning, 'tachi. Sleep well?"
Itachi swore there was mocking in Kisame's voice. "Fine." He spat back.
Kisame propped himself up onto his elbow, still watching Itachi, a frown appearing slowly on his face. "Why don’t you like me, Itachi? I like you."
Itachi only ignored Kisame, going on with the task of finding the location where he had placed his pack.
"Itachi-san?” Kisame almost pleaded. “Please, tell me."
"..."
By this point Kisame was feeling rather hurt, though he wasn’t going to admit it to Itachi -- Itachi wasn’t the only one with pride issues.
"Fine, Itachi!" Kisame shouted, making Itachi jump. "It's fine if you hate me! I'll go and ask Pein to give me someone else for a partner! It's obvious you don’t like me, even though all I do is try my best to get along with you and look after you!"
Itachi scoffed. Look after him?! Who the hell did Kisame think he was? "I don’t need anyone to look after me, Kisame-san. Now, please get out of my personal space, seeing as it's so obvious that I hate you."
Kisame glared at Itachi. He was so angry that he was debating on whether he should decapitate Itachi or shave him with Samehada. Instead, knowing that neither were good choices, he got to his feet, he shoved all of his belongings into his pack and then slung it over his shoulder.
"Yeah," Kisame said quietly. "I'm going now, Itachi-san. I know when I'm not wanted. Hopefully by the time you get back to the base, Pein-sama will have paired me with someone else. I'd rather be even Zetsu's partner than yours -- at least he gets along with me."
"Takes a freak to love a freak," Itachi mumbled, looking through his own pack for a hairbrush.
Kisame snarled, offended deeply by the comment, but he chose to say nothing and focused on leaving. He hoped that by leaving Itachi alone and helpless, the younger male would learn his lesson...
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Itachi had just finished brushing his hair, and as he lay down to rest his eyes a little more he heard something moving around the border his campsite.
Itachi sat up, glaring at the direction of the sounds. "I thought you left, Kisame," he said coldly. "Just go away already."
Laying back down he closed his eyes again, intent on just relaxing, but that goal was banished when something hit him in the back of the head like a ton of bricks. Itachi yelped out, trying to get to his feet and holding the back of his head, feeling blood dribbling in a steady stream. Activating his Sharingan, Itachi looked around for his attackers, his heart sinking when he found he was surrounded by ten unfamiliar chakra signatures
Injured as badly as he was, he knew he couldn’t take on this many and come out unscathed. His eyes were too strained to work properly and with his head split at the back. His only hope was if Kisame returned, and soon.
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"Stupid little shit," Kisame growled to himself as he hacked away at the underbrush with Samehada. "I hope he gets himself killed. Fuck, I can’t believe Pein-sama paired him with me."
Kisame sighed to himself as he pulled his pack from his shoulder and sifted through it, searching for his water bottle. He soon realised that he had left it back at the campsite. He slung his sword back over his shoulder and returned the way he had come, and the sight that greeted him when he arrived a few short hours later shocked him.
"Kisame..." Itachi moaned weakly, blood pooling around him as he lay on the ground, his clothes torn up and covered in blood. He coughed up the sticky fluid, his body trembling violently. "Kisame..."
Kisame growled, running to Itachi's side -- Itachi was badly hurt and it was obvious Itachi knew it as well.
"You're gonna be alright, kid," Kisame said quietly, not knowing how he could help Itachi. "It's going to be alright. Who did this to you?"
Itachi coughed again, moaning in pain. "It's... alright... I killed... them..."
Kisame gently lowered his arms underneath Itachi, picking him up and laying him in his lap. He rocked him back and forth, trying to bring comfort to the young man.
"I'll send for some help, Itachi-san," Kisame said quickly, summoning a small messenger bird and writing a note for help. Itachi's blurred vision barely made out the shadow of the bird before he fell unconscious.
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That night was cold, but Itachi was even colder. Kisame had done everything he could while they waited for another Akatsuki member to show up, but Itachi was hurt badly. His chakra was drained, and he could barely move anything without it hurting. He had been bandaged where the injuries were but his blood wasn’t clotting properly and the lack of blood was making him unwell.
"Just hold on, Itachi-san," Kisame said quietly, gently. "Someone will be here shortly if my bird wasn’t delayed."
Itachi whimpered and moaned, reaching out with his hand to try and grasp something Kisame couldn’t see. The smaller man’s body quivered violently, sweating heavily, and the delusions Itachi kept trying to reach out to and talk to could only point to one thing – Itachi must have been poisoned.
"Oh, fuck, no..." Kisame muttered, shaking his head. "Please send Sasori… please send Sasori… please send Sasori..."
As if his prayers had suddenly been answered, a large clay bird swooped down and landed next to them, the two artists of the Akatsuki jumping off of the creature.
"What's wrong with him?" Sasori demanded, wanting to get back to the base to fix his puppets.
"I believe that he's been poisoned, Sasori," Kisame said quickly.
Sasori nodded, his eyes emotionless as ever. "Get him on the bird."
"No!" Deidara shouted, hatred in his eyes. "He's not getting on my artistic creation, un!"
"You little brat!" Kisame shouted angrily, not in the mood for Deidara’s issues with the raven-haired man. "I don’t care what kind of grudge you hold against my partner, but if he dies because you won’t let him on your shitty thing I'll hold the grudge against you!"
"You hear that, brat?" Sasori growled as he turned to face Deidara in annoyance. "Delay us a second longer and I'll kill you myself!"
Deidara was only new to the organization, but he had already learnt the hard way that Sasori wasn’t bluffing when he threatened Deidara with death. Grimacing in disgust as Itachi was lifted onto the bird, Deidara jumped back up to stand in front of the others on top of the clay bird’s head, guiding the bird back to the base.
It had only taken around three hours to fly straight back to the base, and Kisame wondered why it had taken all day just for help to arrive when he had sent the message early in the morning. Deciding not to dwell on it, he jumped off the bird before it even landed properly and ran into the base with Itachi in his arms, shouting for Sasori and Konan to meet him in the medical ward.
Kisame lay the now-unconscious Itachi down on the medical bed, worried about him -- if he had been poisoned, why was it taking so long to kill him? Normally when members of the Akatsuki were attacked with poison, it was normally made to kill them quickly because of the immense strength and experience of Akatsuki members.
"Hmm..." Kisame muttered the second the puppet and Konan came in.
“Out," Konan said to Kisame in a more authoritative tone than Pein himself could manage on his best day.
Kisame obeyed and left the medical ward, knowing that if he didn’t listen things could get ugly; Konan was dangerous when she had to heal one of the members. Kisame thought it was because she was upset that they were hurt and she hid sadness behind annoyance.
Kisame had only waited outside of the medical ward for the better half of forty-five minutes before Konan finally came back out, smiling.
"He's going to be fine, but he wants to see you,” Konan explained gently. “Sasori is leaving as soon as he packs everything up so give it a few minutes. Go get a drink or something to eat, okay, Kisame-kun?"
Kisame nodded, deciding that a quick bite to eat wouldn’t hurt. He made a sandwich and downed it in three bites, before he hurried back to Itachi. When he pushed open the door, he found the young male glaring at the door already, hatred etched on his face.
"I hate you, Kisame," he hissed, venom in his voice.
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