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Ignorance is Bliss	By : crinklescofftrip Category: Naruto > General Views: 960 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ignorance is Bliss
- 1
Forgetting things is a natural part of life. People do it all the time as they grow, some over many years and some over just a few minutes. Nevertheless, Itachi knew that he had a problem in this department. After all, it wasn't normal for someone to forget seventeen years.

Naruto had told him once that he was eighteen, though he couldn't even recall whether that had been on his birthday or just a passing conversation. Itachi didn't know when his birthday was.

He had learn over time, that he had three different kinds of memories, and more disturbingly, that the people he lived with were all keenly aware of them. There was the basic knowledge kind of memory, which told him how to read letters into words and how to find his way around the village where he lived. Things that he knew but had no memory of learning, and even that was shaky if Naruto's nerves had anything to say. Sometimes Itachi would allow Naruto to fallow him when he went to the grocery store or simply out on a walk. Sometimes, he even allowed the pink haired girl that appeared almost daily at their apartment to come with him. But most of the time he took pains to sneak out of the house undetected. It wasn't a hard task for him.

The second kind of memory was a fleeting kind. Sometimes he would find himself sitting alone in a room or a crowd and an image or word would flicker in his mind, and for a second he would know exactly what it was. Then, just as he begun to try to fallow the train of thought a little farther, the knowledge would vanish and leave him confused. He could be caught in the act of voicing the thought to Naruto or the girl, be half way through it, and then suddenly fall silent. Once he had gotten a piece of paper and franticly tried to write down words to remind himself of what the memory was. He'd scribble the words that stuck the longest in his mind and then look at it later to try and force the thoughts to come back to no avail.

Kyuubi...Fan...Mission...Kitsune...Kitsune...Kis...

Then there was the last kind of memory he had. He could hear something, or maybe spend just a little too much effort on trying to force his way around the second kind of memory, then his head would began to pound, as if some invisible force was constricting around it. The headache medicines that the pink haired girl would bring him did close to nothing to sooth them, and only left him sleepy and frustrated once the pain subsided. The process could be triggered by almost anything. He didn't need to really think about it half of the time. Just hear something, or see something, and the pain would flair up. It was like a painful barrier on his mind that told him "You don't want to know," every time he tried to hold onto a thought.

His blonde haired roommate often begged him to stop trying to get into those forbidden parts of his mind, but he couldn't help it. He hated not knowing things.

What made not knowing so especially terrible in his apartment was that everyone else that came in contact with him seemed to know what he couldn't remember. Naruto tried to hide the awareness form him, but Itachi wasn't as simple minded as the blonde seemed to think. He noticed the odd looks that he received when he went out on his own, and the careful way Naruto and the few people he brought home with him spoke when he was in the room.

And then there was the angry boy.

The angry boy was the person that was most often by Naruto's side. Once he thought he heard Naruto joke that he was going to try moving in without telling him. The boy was taller than Naruto, though Itachi had to angle his head downward in order to meet his eyes. His hair was dark and contrasted with the pale color of his skin. He wore a blue shirt with a very high collar, which Itachi knew had a symbol of some kind on the back. The boy often stood with his back leaning against some house-connected surface- wall, counter, window sill- he had wanted to ask if there were something wrong with his legs. But Itachi suspected that the angry boy's habit was really because on one occasion the boy had turned around and given Itachi a perfect view of the before mention symbol, and he'd nearly swallowed an entire bottle of aspirin after locking himself in the bathroom.

What exactly was on the shirt, he couldn't remember. He blocked it out, he guessed. When he tried to recall just what had happen after the moment the angry boy's back turned, all that would result would be a warning throb in his temples, and he couldn't be sure whether that was because of the memory of the headache he'd gotten, or one caused by trying to remember.

He had guess that Naruto had talked to the boy- yelled, more likely, because the angry boy never exposed his back to Itachi again.

Whether it was also ruled out by the protective blonde or not, the angry boy avoided speaking to him on most occasions. But Itachi knew he watched him intently, even when being addressed by other people. This was often fallowed by more yelling on Naruto's part. Sometimes with him still in the room. Sakura, that cheerful pink haired girl, assured him that they had fought from the moment they met, but Itachi couldn't help but listen in when their voices became so loud. It was a small apartment.

"I can believe you! He's absolutely HELPLESS, and you're still expecting him to-"

"He's a KILLER!"

"Not anymore!"

"He'd stab you in your sleep if he half remembered how!"

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On one occasion, the angry boy and Itachi were alone together. Itachi had been leaving the bathroom after taking two aspirin for some reason- it hurt to think about what sent him to the bathroom these days- and the boy had been on his way to use it. They met each other in the hallway and had had to stop and stare at one another because they had both been walking the same way, and neither had bother moved aside. Then the boy had started talking. Itachi had to crane his neck down a little because the boy's voce was so low.

"...our clan...bloody, son of a...murderer, bastard..."

Whenever the angry boy appeared in a room, the atmosphere changed. Even the cheerful Sakura's voice would dim, and though she and Naruto had never said it, Itachi had figured it out. The angry boy hated him. That was why he was angry. The part of his mind that offered knowledge without explanation told him quickly that asking about the boy's hatred was not a good idea. It became obvious that his assumption was correct that day in the hallway anyway.

The boy's actual words were hard to remember, more for the boy's tendency to mumble rather than Itachi's memory failure. He remembered the raven haired head angled toward the ground, and seeing the boy's fist clench. He rattled off names, none that struck particular cords in his mind, yet seemed very important to the angry boy.

Then he got to the end, his voice cracking with, "And what about Kaa-san? Do you remember what you did to her?"

"No."

The boy's head had snapped up quickly. Itachi had to step back to avoid it hitting his chin, and then discovered that the effort was pointless. The boy had jumped after him. Itachi stood frozen until the last moment. He felt something strange in his chest and stomach. Something similar to a soda can being shaken rapidly by a tightly clenched hand. He didn't realize what the feeling had been until later: fear. And what had caused it hadn't even been the gleaming kunai in the angry boy's hand. In the moment that the boy's head had come up, Itachi had noticed something different about the boy. When he sprang forward, Itachi saw it. He knew from how the boy stared at him that his eyes were a plain black...yet when he saw the boy in that moment they were red. Bright, bloody red.

He'd thrown himself to the side and grabbed onto a fistful of coal black hair with one hand, slamming his body forward again to pin the boy's to the wall. The boy let out a low growl, but when he tried to change the angle of his kunai to attack him, Itachi's other hand closed over the pale wrist and twisted it around so that the weapon's point scraped against the soft skin at the back of the angry boy's head.

He hadn�t even blinked once throughout the process.

When Naruto came into the hallway, probably wondering what was taking so long with his two friends, he had stopped, then screamed. Itachi stared at him for second in confusion; the unusuality of holding a shinobi in a potentially fatal position hadn't registered yet. And rather than questioning Itachi's ability, the blonde pounced on the raven haired boy, to angry to take notice, or care, that the roommate he normally strove to shelter was still able to hear him.

"You bastard! You attacked him! After I told you that he wasn't going to anything, you just go and-"

"He's not exactly 'helpless' right now, in case you haven't noticed." The boy's head lifted away from the wall slightly when he raised his voice, only to press back against it when he discovered the kunai still present behind him.

Naruto glared indignantly, as good as admitting defeat.

Their conversation went on, and to Itachi's distraction, he began to experience one of his headaches. The raven haired boy had said something. A simple word.

"...his own clan!"

"He doesn't remember any of that!"

A pause.

"How do you know?"

Itachi had ended up letting go of the angry boy to go back into the bathroom to take another aspirin without listening to the rest of the conversation. It was pointless anyway, he told him self.

But as days passed, he began to wonder if it the topic of the conversation was something that he really should have asked about. Whenever he went out, with or without Naruto or Sakura at his side, villagers turned to look at him. He couldn't remember how long they had been doing that, because truthfully he couldn't remember how long he'd been living in that village. There was a calendar in his apartment, but no one ever bothered to mark it. There really wasn't any sense of passing time other than the occasional disappearance of Naruto or Sakura for missions, during which another man came to the apartment to stay with him.

At first, he had protested the other man's presence. He wasn't a child, he wasn't helpless. And the man's covered face made him uneasy.

But then one night he�d woken up to see the angry boy standing over him. His eyes were red. And Itachi's mind lost control of his body again. He reached up with his hand to grab onto the boy's throat, but the pale boy moved so that his grip instead fell onto the high collar. He pulled the angry boy down on to the bed, feeling a different kind of head pain when a fist connected with the side of his head. The boy kicked and squirmed under him, and threw more than one more punch at his head, but as soon as Itachi's hands moved up to his throat, he held on like a man dying. His eyes stayed locked with the ones under him...flaming, demon red eyes... He had a powerful urge to slash the skin around the boy's eyes to bleed the color out. The boy was a ninja, and he knew that that would mean that he was likely carrying weapons on his person, but he couldn't convince his hands to loosened their hold on the glaring boy's neck.

When the masked man with wild silver hair came barging into his room, he found Itachi and the angry boy in the same position. He'd walked up to the bed with a sudden calmness that was completely different from the worry that had been on his face when the door had burst open, and without a word pulled back his hitia-ate and...

Itachi blacked out. After Naruto returned, he made sure that Itachi was never left completely alone again.

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At some point, Itachi began having nightmares and the full-time guards began sleeping in his room with him at night. It had stared with Naruto being woken by the sound of Itachi crying out in his sleep. All that Itachi actually remembered was waking up trembling with the image of crawled silhouettes with multiple tails and glowing red eyes still in his head. He couldn't remember if he had been given to nightmares as a child, but he was sure that he was too old to be having them now.

The angry boy might have been pleased to hear about them, since he was sure that Naruto must have told the frequent visitors of their apartment. The smug little raven hair monster naturally kept silent, but Itachi was sure that he caught him smirking once when he turned around faster than usual.

The night guards started off as just Naruto curling up beside him in his bed, and listening to him mutter about red eyes with spinning black wheels or cat like slits and floating tails whenever he woke up. Which became often.

Naruto would listen to him quietly, as if he were made of stone. But once when he thought that Itachi was asleep, he heard the blonde making broken noises that sounded frighteningly similar to laughter. When he opened his eyes just a small sliver, he saw shining trails going down the younger boy's face, tracing along his scars as they reflected the dim light.

Other than his blonde haired roommate, there were few people that stayed with Itachi through the night. The masked man would stay with him, sitting in a chair and reading a book somehow, despite the lack of light. The angry boy naturally was never left with him, which was just as well, because Itachi wouldn't have been able to sleep with him there anyway. Sakura stayed with him some nights, but only for a few hours, and then she would have to return home before her family realized the time. And then there was the shark man.

The first time the shark man had slipped into his room, the masked man had been staying with him. Itachi had had his eyes closed, trying to fall asleep, when he heard the gentle sound of the door opening and closing. The masked man had gotten up, whispered something to the new arrival, and then performed his disappearing jutsu, letting out a poof! sound that was louder than the door.

For some reason, both shinobi had thought he was asleep- "both" because as the shark man went to the chair to sit down, the light flashed across a heavy head protector similar to the ones worn by Naruto and his friends.

The shark man had pulled the chair a bit closer to his bed and watched him for a moment before leaning back, settling in for a long night. While he stretched, Itachi noticed that the light showed differently on the man's skin. He'd thought that his eyes had been off, but as dawn came he saw that there really was a difference. The man's skin was azure blue.

And then his face... For some reason the man's odd features made his head throb, only the slightest bit, but enough for him to notice. Why would this man's face make that happen?

The man became the second most frequent visitor of Itachi's room at night, Naruto being the first. When the blonde would get up from his bed, he pointedly avoided speaking to the shark man, stiffly leaving the room in a manner so foreign to his normal attitude that Itachi knew right away that talking about the shark man was a bad idea.

No one else ever mentioned the strange shinobi during the day either. Even on the first morning after when he expected some sort of explanation from his roommate, if no one else. But no one offered one, and the shark man never stayed long enough for him to see him in full day light.

But Itachi couldn't complain. He liked having the shark man nearby for some reason. It never crossed his mind to instinctively attack whenever he blinked his eyes open to see the stranger sitting there, as he had when he'd seen the angry boy that one night. His nightmares became less frequent with the shark man looking over his face so carefully every night that it was a wonder he never noticed him looking back.

It was a different kind of security than what he got from Naruto. Naruto would climb into his bed and spoon against his side at night, but the shark man just watched him. Occasionally with a pained expression on his face that made Itachi frown whenever he thought about it later.

Then for a long time, the shark man stopped coming. Itachi's subconscious began to reek havoc again, but this time it was...different. He'd wake up with his body trembling like before, but not in the same way. He'd be tense, as if expecting something to happen, and wanting something very badly but having no idea what it was. He would have to turn away from Naruto so that his self-appointed protector wouldn't see how his body had worked itself into anticipation while he slept, even if the blonde had managed to stay asleep through his moaning.

He was thankful that the blonde was a deep sleeper.

Especially on the one night that he had woken up in the process of murmuring a name that felt oddly familiar in his mouth.

"Kisame..."

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Once, while Itachi had been doing dishes he discovered something that set an unsettling knot in his stomach. The dishes that he and Naruto kept were a solid black color, because the blonde said that stains wouldn't show up as easily on black as on any other color. Itachi had pointed out that the gloss on the plates would show any stains easily, and was rewarded with a mock argument that ended with Naruto giving a loud, over exaggerated huff.

As it happened, the same gloss that Itachi had argued over was what brought to him the revelation. He was in the act of drying off one of the dark plates when he looked down and noticed a face staring up at him. A chillingly familiar face. He turned around quickly to met the person he saw reflected, only to find that he was alone in the room. So he went back to cleaning the plates, but this time he was more mindful of what he was doing, and soon he saw the blank face of the angry boy reflected back at him again. This time he was careful to turn around slowly, casually, and again found the room to be empty.

When he saw the face again, Itachi didn't move at all. He just stood still and studied it. Black hair, pale face... But there were things he noticed that separated it from the one that he'd seen hovering above his bed some time ago. Lines jutted away from the elegant nose to under line each coal black eye, and the head was thinner... Raising the plate to his face, Itachi squinted his eyes just to be sure that his suspicion was correct. The face in the mirror copied him.

He'd never really thought about his reflection before. It had never seemed strange to him until that moment, but there were no mirrors in his apartment. Over the sink where one normally would have been, was a plain white painted cabinet, and anywhere else... Itachi wondered for a moment what Naruto did about shaving. He never grew any facial hair himself for some reason, but Naruto...

Attention returning to the glossy black surface he held in his hand, Itachi noticed something else that separated the face from the angry boy's: there were scars. Four long, diagonally slanting scars that came out from under the black hair and ended on the left side of the reflection's jaw. Both eyes were caught by at least one slash mark, and blinking one eye, Itachi saw that the rust colored scars continued even over the lids. It was a wonder that the eyes hadn't been gorged out. He lifted one hand to trace them on his own face and saw a pale hand appear on the plate, burying itself in the hair and trailing downward. But he couldn't feel them. The skin was perfectly smooth a soft under his fingertips, exactly as it was anywhere else on his face.

He had put the plate away when he heard Naruto coming down the hallway, forcing himself not to look down for his reflection every time he dried another. He never told the blonde that he had seen his own reflection, and because of that, he'd never told Naruto that he knew he looked just like the angry boy.

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Aside from his discovery, Itachi still remembered the name he'd called out after one of his dreams. He had written it down the morning after, in case it was one of his second kind of memories, but found to his relief that he could recall the name easily at any time. What he couldn't recall was just about anything else about it. No face, no voice, not even the dream he had been having that night. And he had already spent more than one bottle of aspirin trying to press for his memories.

So he went against his instincts for once, and approached his blonde roommate with the simple question, "Who is Kisame?"

Naruto at the time had been in the process of pouring orange juice from a large plastic container. When Itachi spoke, he put the jug down hard, sending a short trail of orange juice drops onto the counter. The blonde seemed to be torn between answering Itachi and cleaning up the mess. He settled for turning around and looking nervously over his shoulder while swiping the counter with his sleeve. "You�You remember Kisame?" he said absently, though Itachi could hear a note in his voice that gave away his discomfort.

Itachi frowned. He wasn't sure why Naruto would be worked up over asking about a certain name. But then again, he had gotten furious when the raven-haired boy had started firing names at him that time in the hall.

The raven haired boy was present now, watching them from where he leaned against the wall where the kitchen gave way into the living room. The expression on his face was calm. He came into the kitchen, walking straight over to the blonde, who's eyes had just come to rest on Itachi's face. In one of his more civil acts, the black haired boy calmly asked Itachi to leave the room for a minute.

He complied, but stopped once he was inside the hallway, knowing from something that he couldn't remember, to press himself flat against the wall and slow down his breathing to make himself harder to detect as he looked back to watch the two boys.

The black haired boy said, "You knew he was going to remember sooner or later."

Naruto clutched at his soiled sleeve, not looking directly up again. He was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "I...I don't want him to remember anymore."

"You never did," the other boy said with a calm matter-of-factness that was entirely indifferent to what the smaller boy was feeling.

"He's my friend like this!" Naruto tried to justify. Itachi noted though, he didn't deny what the angry boy had said.

The raven haired boy leaned back against the counter, right next to Naruto's form. When it became clear that Naruto's attention had turned inward, the angry boy touched his arm gently and said in the same voice as before, "This isn't how he really is, you know that."

Shakily, the blonde nodded. "But if he remembers...even if he doesn't go back to the way he was, he'll hate me."

"He hated you before," again, mercilessly indifferent.

Naruto flinched, his fingers tightening on the orange colored sleeve before releasing it. "But he didn't have a reason to before, and after I..."

Naruto trailed off and the black haired boy let out a sigh that hinted that this wasn't the first time the two had had this conversation. "Stop blaming yourself. He made you do it."

"It would have been better if I killed him." A pause. "I just...don't want him to hate me again."

Then the angry boy's expression changed. Itachi wondered why. The boy's hold on Naruto's arm went up to his shoulder when the blonde began to shake. The same sounds that he had heard Naruto make when he thought that he was asleep filled the kitchen- the sounds that were so similar to his laughter but represented an entirely different emotion. The raven haired boy looked as if he didn't know what to do. He took Naruto into his arms slowly and awkwardly, his face giving way to one of the few readable expressions Itachi had ever seen on his face: worry.

Naruto resisted the embrace only for a moment before the feeling of another's physical presence won him over and he let his arms circle the angry boy's waist. There was no doubting from the stiffness in raven-haired boy's movements that he was uncomfortable standing there with another's tears making his shirt damp. But still, there was an effort being made to be comforting, rubbing the other's back in a way that was thought to be soothing. He didn't look as if he'd been on the receiving end of that kind of treatment very often either.

But when Naruto came back down, both he and Itachi came to the discovery that while the black haired boy had been holding him, the boy's nose had found its way into his hair. And was inhaling the scent, if Naruto's much more expressive face was any clue. He watched as Naruto drew back, doubtlessly intending to ask what the other boy was doing, but was cut off. By his friend closing the distance between their lips with one downward nod.

And the blonde didn't fight the contact. He was motionless for a moment, but then began pressing back against the other boy's mouth with the same vigor as his friend. He even a made a low moaning sound. Or it might have been the other boy that made it. Itachi couldn't tell. Naruto's hands came up to rest on his friend's shoulders, he used the position to push away from the other mouth, only to have it slip down to attack his neck.

"Sasuke..."

Itachi left the hallway then. To be honest, he couldn't remember why he had stopped to eavesdrop in the first place. The boy's name didn't give him a headache as he would have thought, and led him to the conclusion that rather than blocking the name out, he likely had never been told what it was.

He left the vision of the angry boy kissing his roommate breathless to go write the name down before he could forget, wondering absently why the before mentioned picture didn't surprise him.

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After Naruto and Sasuke's kiss, the raven haired boy began spending even more time at the apartment than before. It became almost impossible to find one of them separate from the other, since the raven haired boy took to standing close by Naruto's side whenever he could, even when that meant standing on his own feet rather than trusting his weight to the nearest vertical object. When they both suddenly disappeared with the excuse of having a "mission" Itachi was highly skeptical, but didn't say anything. There was still that part of him that couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen something like their kiss before. The fact that it had consisted of two males...that set something off in the back of his mind for a second, but it soon faded out.

Besides, after Naruto and Sasuke began to disappear during the nights, Itachi's shark man came back. He still didn't know that Itachi knew that he ever came to his room to begin with. And to the best of his knowledge, neither did Naruto. And that was just fine, though he would have liked an explanation for the long absence.

His dreams had begun to cause problems for him again. Not the nightmares of red eyed shadows attacking him and speaking in cold, raspy voices. Instead they were more powerful versions of the ones that left his body trembling and craving the touch of someone he couldn't remember save for a faceless name.

Kisame...

He thought that Naruto still hadn't discovered what the new problem with his sleeping habits was. Too caught up in his own reason for missed sleep, Itachi inwardly sneered.

One night the shark man looked genuinely pained when Itachi woke up. He was leaning in closer to him than what was normal for anyone save Naruto, one hand raised as if debating whether to shake him awake. Itachi wondered if that meant he�d been having one of his louder dreams. The expression on the shark man�s face made him frown, opening his eyes more fully to get a better look. Itachi watched his shark man's face give way to surprise, effectively overcoming the expression that he had wanted to see. He thought he heard the other man hiss something under his breath that sounded close to, "Shit."

Then he started to draw back, to Itachi's dismay. Without thinking, his hand sprang off the bed to fist in the shark man's collar, holding him in place. The grip was tighter than what he thought he was capable off, another surprise about his abilities that he didn't want to question. The shark man was big enough to have broken away, but instead obeyed Itachi's hand and froze, blatant surprise on the shinobi's face that made him want to smirk.

Itachi's eyes racked over the shark man's face, taking in whatever he could as his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. They came to rest on a pair of equally dark eyes, only visible to him because of how they shone in the dim light. His hand let go of the other man's shirt to press itself flat again his chest, sliding up his neck slowly. The warm roughness of the other man�s skin made his eyes narrow, no one else felt that way. He should have been surprised.

Why wasn't he surprised?

From the moment Itachi grabbed him, the shark man had gone still, not even pushing Itachi's hand away when it began exploring, though not encouraging it. He was silent too, even when Itachi's fingers found their way up the side of his face to push aside a heavy metal object worn around his head. He didn't like the man in the this dummy-like state, he decided. He might as well have been caressing a doll.

On its way to the floor, the metal headgear caught the light's reflection and for a moment showed Itachi three clear squiggly lines and a deep slash. The marks were wrong. It was supposed to have a leaf drawn on it. And there was a slash through the middle. He might have tried to remember what it meant, but no sooner had the object fallen than Itachi again found his attention averted.

The shark man's head was suddenly no longer within his reach. Itachi's fingers stay in the same place, racking along his body as the man stood. He was dazed when the shark man turned to go. It wasn't a headache that was keeping his mind from working now. It was something else that made him reach out and grab onto the back of the shark man's cloak with both hands. The man must have been in that process of buttoning it, because he heard a sudden strangled gasp when the shark man was jerked back. He tugged again, forcing his nighttime protector back to the bed.

He wasn't allowed to leave either, Itachi decided.

The man's head refused to turn. When Itachi's hold loosened, he began walking away again without a word, and in his frustration, the name came out of Itachi's mouth without passing through his mind first. "Kisame!"

The shark froze. Itachi was given the opportunity to get a better hold on him by leaning forward and grabbing the fabric over his chest. Turning him around, he did not knowing why the disbelieving expression annoyed him before it went away. It had been a hot night, so naturally along with leaving the window open, Itachi had also gone to bed in minimum clothing. He'd risen to his knees while grabbing after his shark man, forcing the blanket to fall away from his boxer-clad body, and leaving it that way for the other man's inspection when he turned him around.

The shark man's eyes traveled over his pale skin, which was almost glowing in the light when compared to his blue. And for a moment, Itachi thought the shark man liked what he saw.

But then he tried to step back again. Itachi thought that this was really starting to get annoying, so when he forcefully brought the man back again, he moved his hands up to the cloak's collar and said in steel edged voice, "Stay."

The shark man looked reluctant. His shoulder shook lightly when Itachi brought him closer, fisting his large hand by his sides for some reason that his captor didn't understand. When Itachi's head turned back to the shark man's face after observing these details, their eyes met and he heard the man's gravelly voice clearly for the first time. "Itachi?"

"Hm?" Itachi blinked at the other man, before he felt hands sliding around his waist. The shark man watched his face as he touched him, looking for all the world as if he expected to be attacked at any moment. The hands weren't demanding, but brought him in for more contact with the larger form until their heads hovered inches apart while the rest of them pressed together. He could feel the shark man's breath fanning against his lips, and felt the twinge that came whenever something tried to bring out one of his barred memories. Instead of questioning it though, he pushed himself up high so he could put his mouth again the shark man's, feeling the hands on him tighten at the touch.

The man's lips were softer than the rough skin on his throat, making the warmth in them all the more pleasant. Itachi's hands moved upward again, one going to the back of the shark man's neck and the other slipping higher into his hair. He liked touching him like this, and he had already made the decision that the shark man wasn�t going anywhere. When something notably warmer touched against his lips, Itachi opened to it instinctively. He felt the other man's hands pressing him closer to his body even while his mouth was invaded by the shark man's tongue. A moan came from one of them, but like before when he had seen Naruto and Sasuke together, he had no idea who made it.

When they were forced to pulled back for breath, Itachi was surprised by the coldness of the air on his lips. He let the shark man breathe, then roughly pulled his head forward again, taking the aggressive role and deepening the kiss when the other man hesitated. He didn't know how he knew what he was doing when their tongues met and twisted against each other. The shark man might have wanted to say something, but he didn't care. He could feel his body reacting to their ministrations in the same way it reacted to his dreams.

Nevertheless, he really didn't remember what actually happened in his dreams, or if they involved him being pushed onto his back as the shark man did a moment later.

The shark man climbed onto the bed with him, supporting his weight on his hands and knees, and looking down on him when the kiss was broken. Staring at each other made Itachi impatient while he waited for the other man to take control again, it made him tug at the shark man's clothes until his upper body conceded to come down on his again. The shark man's hands on his body moved as if they knew what they were doing, brushing against certain areas familiarly and grinning against his mouth when he heard Itachi moan in response.

Itachi's hands found the loops sewn into the shark man's pants, likely meant for the use of a belt though the shark man didn't wear one, and pulled down with the same foreign strength that he'd used earlier. Hips made contact with his, just as painfully excited as his own.

"Kisame..."

The name left his mouth for the second time that night when the shark man gently trace the column of his throat with razor shape teeth. He felt a twinge in his head.

"You remember Kisame?"

The name came out again, loudly. Itachi had never heard his voice rise to the same volume as it did while he lay there, grinding and sliding against the shark man's body.

The teeth on his neck bit down lightly. Itachi felt a whimper start up in his throat and on instinct, he tried to smother it. The shark�s mouth took on a shape that let Itachi know that he was grinning; when the mouth clamped down harder on his neck and began sucking on the wound, Itachi broke. He screamed again, louder than before. In the sound, he thought he could hear the name again, stretched out and contorted.

Kisame's smile grew wider, just before they both heard the bedroom door being thrown open. Naruto's shrill voice reached them as a harsh contrast to what they had been hearing from each other.

"What are you doing?!"

Kisame's head turned around first, Itachi spent a moment longer catching his breath before he looked too. Naruto was standing in the center of his room, were he had probably jumped to with noticing that there was no danger. He still had a kunai in his hand, and it was still being held out as if he planned to attack, though Itachi couldn't think of why he would. Behind the blonde, he could see the angry boy leaning against the door frame with his eyes glowing a bloody red.

They were the last things Itachi remembered before he was alone again.

He couldn't remember how it happened, that he was left laying in his bed while Naruto and the shark man went into the living room. He could hear their voices sounding through the walls. Naruto was using the same voice he had whenever the angry boy attacked Itachi.

"-Mentally unstable!...that's rape!"

"He knew me..." Kisame sounded angry. His voice almost level with the blonde's harsh, booming tone. "...He' stable enough!"

"He knows how to say 'Kisame.' Big deal!" Naruto sneered. "...been saying it for weeks, doesn't mean he knows who you are!"

"Maybe he would remember if you'd let me see him while he's awake!"

"You'll just force his old life down his throat"

"It's better than trying to hide it from him!"

Itachi's mind slipped in and out of the conversation. At some point, as he knew it would, his headache came back.

The voices eventually became softer, as the effect of their earlier volumes began to take a toll on their throats.

Kisame's brought him back into the conversation. "-guilty, I can't leave him here."

Naruto's was broken by loud breathing noises that might have been sobs. "Why not? What's wrong with letting him be like this?'

"He's not a child, Naruto. He'd hate how dependant you're making him."

"I'm only trying to protect him," Naruto said quickly. Then after a pause, "The old Itachi's gone...I killed him."

"No you didn't." From Sasuke. "He's still in there, he's just having trouble getting back out again."

"Tsuande will have him executed if he comes back again." Naruto said.

"Then let him remember how to defend himself," Kisame, annoyed.

There wasn't a response to the last retort. Itachi listened for one, but nothing came. Or perhaps he slipped out again.

He did remember that afterward, he had woken up to see his shark man sitting there in the chair beside his bed, as if nothing had ever happened. Whether he had been waiting for him to wake up or not, when their eyes met, Kisame grinned.

Like before, Itachi reached out to grab onto the other man's cloak. This time Kisame didn't resist when he pulled him into the bed with him.

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A/N:

I wrote this story on vacation, after my uncle asked me why I looked so bummed and I told him that I had just been getting back into writing again after a long break and that I was afraid I was going to lose my touch by the time I got home. SO, he set me up with his laptop and told me to go nuts. I still think that this came off as awkward, but I said to myself, "You're not getting up until I see a fanfiction here, b*tch!" And that's how I ended up writing the most OOC Itachi story I have ever heard of. Ain't that just wonky?

I tried to write everything as if Itachi were just remembering it�which kind of got to me towards the end, because well, I like to give snippets of other people thoughts when I�m writing. Alwell. I�m happy with the final draft. ^_^

And also, because of the new rule...DISCLAMER: I don't own Naruto. If I did, Kisame would have much, much more air time, and Itachi would have been pinning Kisame to that wall when they were supposed to be capturing the demon fox vessal, and engaging in acts that would mentally tramatize Sasuke and Naruto for many, many years to come.
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