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[hatredcurse]

"Don't look at me like that!" — @sharkfinx | Kisame

"Look at you like what?"

[ladytsunadehime]

Positivity time!! Sharkfinx mun made me really happy today by showing interest in a post that I had hidden because I felt insecure about it. They were super kind and we had a good laugh. I recommend checking out their blog. Their Kisame is a lot of fun!

Positivity about blogs!!! || @uchihacollector

@sharkfinx !!!!

[reawakenedwar]

@sharkfinx liked for an interaction.

" YOUR LOYALTY IS ONE TO ENJOY. you played your part well, now what is next for you? "

[thatsneakymedic]

sharkfinx

"Medical kink? I think they mean like dressing like a nurse with short clothes, nee."

“You mean like this?” 

*He’s not wearing pants here but in his underwear.* 

[usuragan]

@sharkfinx said: “Would you rather have this dinosaur plushie or this ice cream cone? Oh! Of course! A crow told me your grades are good at the shinobi academy, nee. In this case you can have both, Kekekeke. Good day to you, Itachi san's little brother. "

An obedient child who always listened to cautionary tales his Mother used to scare him straight; eyed the offerings in question with curiosity. Never take anything a stranger gives you, is what his Mother would say - but they knew Itachi nii-san, so it couldn't be all bad. Right?

With a kind smile, happiness beaming over the acknowledgement as small hands took the offerings. ❝ You're kinda weird, but thank you! ❞

[zealctry]

@sharkfinx leaned closer to Hidan's shoulder, taking the opportunity as Hidan seems very distracted while arguing with someone. Jaw opening slowly to show his pearly white, sharp teeth, quietly approaching closer and closer. Almost fitting his shoulder entirely into his mouth before being caught. Backing off instantly, while chuckling. "Aaawwh! I almost pranked you!! Kekekekekke! Almoooost. Hidan-san~ would have been so fun! Blood everywhere! Kekekekeeke! " ( unprompted and always welcome, wtf ilu for this. )

Hidan's entirely unimpressed face, as he stares back for a moment ( a long moment that stretches like an elastic, gathering tension, inching dangerously close to its snapping point ) ? it's a threat, in and of itself. jaw tight, molars gritting against each other. still . . . . apparently, he decides upon mouthing off at the provocation, rather than taking genuine offense ( his fingers, having darted to the side —now dancing lazily upon the metal cord— tell a different story. as if he required but a minimal amount of provocation, and this would turn into a much more exciting. . ..  ah, party. )

                “ is this the sort of shit you get up to with Red Eyes, or am I just that special a morsel ?? ” he looks less than enthused at the prospect. it isn't, after all, a compliment ( and he really has no desire to know the answer to either of those rhetorical inquiries ). “ or are you picking a fight? ” 

a finger, stabbing in the other's general direction, with enough emphasis to mimic the ghost of a threat.  “ keep that mouth to yourself, or you'll end up as fish skewers, roasted over the campfire. you get me ? ”

[kinslain]

@sharkfinx​​ wrote:

It was weeks? Months? When was the last time they came along to torture—or in their words; Question for secrets which Kisame had tried to take with him in the embrace of death? The day which everything turned quietly and his eyes turned purple and the sanguine-tainted moon has take his mind together with the rest of the world.

His dream world? He didn't deserve it but gladly accepted when it was another path. Something he could had chosen if he only had accepted to go with Itachi that fated day. He didn't questioned or ever thought about one second about Madara, Obito or Akatsuki. When he held Itachi’s hand his heart was full; The title of coward could had killed his pride but for once he chose what the quietly-silence voice of his own will truly wanted. To be with that one man, whatever place or whatever time. To be with him was the happiness he found along.

Just like a fish out of water, Kisame gagged—losing breath as the reality drowned his senses. Pulling him back from that dream world that he was promised. People cheered outside for the victory, but not him. What he received in that empty cell was nothing more than a curse. To see what could have been and having it stripped like an hook tearing flesh. Guards were impressed for the sudden anguished screams as not even the burn of spires or the worst methods of torture had worked on making that criminal howl, especially like a wounded beast.

The following months there's no smirk or remarks upon the activities. Even when offered an easy way out, courtesy of one of the guards as a little gift to "end it all" in a form of a broken shard. Kisame didn't touched it. That was the hell he deserved, and the penitence he would serve.

Sometimes in the lighting of the white full moon he could feel his presence, but it couldn't be right? Itachi was dead. No more lies this time, his mind and body, especially the soul was tired for lies even if it was for comfort.

Then it all changed.

The scent; the chakra that clashed upon his own that made him look forward in between the now long bangs of blue hair. No more tired eyes—that seek for the sky for answers. Lucious black hair, full that glimmered under the poor light. Vests covered him but he could notice the mass gain. So healthy, so beautiful, so alive.

Itachi always had been handsome, no matter what form he turned to be. His wishes would still seek a manner to turn that man into his craving desires. In a brute swing of hand, pulling a chain of his wrist; only to fight with himself as he didn't had energy enough to get closer to the bars. Only after seconds of doing the same his tired mind could make sense of what even he was doing. Trying to break out? Why? What would he do?

" Pardon me, Itachi san.... Did I scared you?" Even his dry lips hurt when smirking after so long. " I just had this INCREDIBLE need to touch you. Kekekekeke; maybe to see if you wouldn't go PUFF and disapear, nee...."

" ..... You look so well. Itachi san.."

" If this is another dream... please, don't let me wake up.. nee. Itachi san."

Rumours say, Sharingan users can predict the future and that’s the reason for their exceptional battle prowess. They seem capable of reading and evading all attacks while retaliating with pinpoint accuracy. The rumour is false. They simply observe and anticipate. Itachi’s eyes see everything, including the bunching in Kisame’s muscles, the tensing of joints, the bending of limbs, and he expects the clang of chains before they ring out. Which is why he doesn’t as much as flinch at the sudden noise.

“Why would I be scared of you, Kisame?” His expression remains neutral; eyes empty, mouth flat, but Kisame has always been able to read him, regardless. “I am quite real, I assure you.”

However, Kisame’s statement gives him pause, and a small crease appears on his forehead, marring an otherwise blank face. Before his visit, he had requested and had been granted full access to Kisame’s files. The Yamanaka didn’t use any excessive measures to extract the information they needed. It’s easy to crack a broken man, after all. And there are no genjutsu users in T&I apart from himself. So why would Kisame assume he would disappear? Why would he consider Itachi an illusion?

“You saw me during infinite tsukuyomi,” he concludes, eyes widening a fraction. It would explain the wariness and hesitation in Kisame’s voice. “What did you see?” Itachi knows he shouldn’t have asked the question the same second it slips from his lips. They don’t pry. They never have. It’s how a spy/ traitor, and one-who-hunted-spies-and-traitors, maintained a partnership for as long as they did. While they trusted each other with their backs, they never did trust each other with their deepest secrets.

If there was any depth to the trust between them, maybe Kisame would’ve accepted his offer and returned to Konoha when he did. The thought is sharp, intrusive, and cuts like glass. With a small shake of his head, Itachi stops his mind from delving too far back or spiralling too far outwards. This isn’t about then. It’s about now.

“Unfortunately, I can’t say the same to you,” he says, voice measured and low. With the sharingan ablaze, Itachi can see how previously bright and blinding chakra dwindles low and dim. Kisame’s physical state isn’t much better. While he once stood tall; a formidable man of considerable stature, he is now weakened, with too many bones visible beneath ashen skin. Itachi is under no delusion that Kisame couldn’t snap his neck through raw strength alone. However, the stark contrast of memories clashing with reality is disconcerting.

It’s worrying.

“No more dreams.” The time for creating ideal worlds, living in fantasies, and wishful thinking is long gone. “Pull yourself together. We need to talk.”

[shankreligious]

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