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nezumiko; Itachi and Izumo
Kisame was fishing. Willow rod, thin line and coloured fly flipping across the surface of the small river. But it was mid-morning now, and the fish weren’t biting, and he was getting bored. Damn, he hated having a teenager for a partner. Especially a murderous late bloomer. He cast again, practicing just the right hook with his wrist, and steadfastly ignored the sounds from the stand of sumach.
Itachi had been raised with single minded focus. A world narrowed to the pursuit of duty and perfection, and he’d followed the path to a conclusion that was inevitable to him and shocking to others. Soaked in blood and freed from duty, he’d left his family dead and his village behind years ago.
And yet the world and it’s politics were not so big that he could avoid the Leaf forever. Each time, he was bewildered by the pricking of attention that the oddest things drew.
Kicking his brother into a wall, and smelling the kind of ramen he couldn’t find outside the walls.
Calculating how much explosive Deidara would need to bring down the Hokage’s monument, and remembering the Third’s seal on his ANBU application.
Running into a chunnin patrol, and recognizing dark hair falling over one eye. Grim and amused smirk curling a lip. Itachi had been 13 when he left the village – old enough to crave the approval of a few of his instructors, approval that made him flush. Young enough to not recognize why he wanted it. What he wanted.
But now he was older, and years with a partner who had a preference for a certain type of brothel had given him enough knowledge to recognize the clench at the sight of his former administration instructor.
One flick of his fingers had been enough to keep the patrol alive, although he’d be putting up with comments as sharp as Kisame’s teeth for weeks. Izumo managed to put himself in front of the rest of the squad, and Itachi knew that Izumo should be scared, but saw nothing but amused disapproval.
“Out on patrol?” Itachi asked, unaware that he was betraying interest by talking to people that ought to be dead already.
Izumo ignored the question and asked instead “Is the paperwork easier in Akatsuki?” He flicked his eyes up and beyond Itachi’s shoulders to address the barely human looking blue figure behind. “Or do you do the admin work? He was bad enough in ANBU to be given a tutor.”
Not intimidated. Not even attention fixed on him. From someone who knew him. It was intolerable. He opened his mouth to retort, and flushed when Izumo’s gaze went to his lips. “We’re, uh, leaving.” he said, flushing harder at the amused edge to Kisame’s chakra.
Kisame flicked the fly over the water, dancing temptation, and waiting for a bite. The fish would surface, mouth open, unable to resist the flash and beauty, and death would follow. After three months of trailing their presence through this stretch of forest, they’d caught up with the same Leaf patrol squad a handful of times. And this morning, just before dawn, Itachi had managed to catch the squad leader on his own. Former instructor, Kisame’s ass. At least it wasn’t one of the more dangerous jounin Itachi had fixated on.
He flicked the cast over the water, grey cloud reflected in the ripples.
Sheltered in the autumn red leaves of the sumach, Itachi was on his knees. Izumo still wasn’t afraid of him, still was a detail oriented instructor. Itachi scraped his teeth lightly, and got the approval he was craving. “Fuck yes, like that, you little bastard.” Izumo hissed. Scraped again, and a hard hand was on the back of his head. Approval tasted bitter, and ran down his chin.
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nezumiko; Itachi and IzumoKisame was fishing. Willow rod, thin line and coloured fly flipping across the surface of the small river. But it was mid-morning now, and the fish weren’t biting, and he was getting bored. Damn, he hated having a teenager for a partner. Especially a murderous late bloomer. He cast again, practicing just the right hook with his wrist, and steadfastly ignored the sounds from the stand of sumach.
Itachi had been raised with single minded focus. A world narrowed to the pursuit of duty and perfection, and he’d followed the path to a conclusion that was inevitable to him and shocking to others. Soaked in blood and freed from duty, he’d left his family dead and his village behind years ago.
And yet the world and it’s politics were not so big that he could avoid the Leaf forever. Each time, he was bewildered by the pricking of attention that the oddest things drew.
Kicking his brother into a wall, and smelling the kind of ramen he couldn’t find outside the walls.
Calculating how much explosive Deidara would need to bring down the Hokage’s monument, and remembering the Third’s seal on his ANBU application.
Running into a chunnin patrol, and recognizing dark hair falling over one eye. Grim and amused smirk curling a lip. Itachi had been 13 when he left the village – old enough to crave the approval of a few of his instructors, approval that made him flush. Young enough to not recognize why he wanted it. What he wanted.
But now he was older, and years with a partner who had a preference for a certain type of brothel had given him enough knowledge to recognize the clench at the sight of his former administration instructor.
One flick of his fingers had been enough to keep the patrol alive, although he’d be putting up with comments as sharp as Kisame’s teeth for weeks. Izumo managed to put himself in front of the rest of the squad, and Itachi knew that Izumo should be scared, but saw nothing but amused disapproval.
“Out on patrol?” Itachi asked, unaware that he was betraying interest by talking to people that ought to be dead already.
Izumo ignored the question and asked instead “Is the paperwork easier in Akatsuki?” He flicked his eyes up and beyond Itachi’s shoulders to address the barely human looking blue figure behind. “Or do you do the admin work? He was bad enough in ANBU to be given a tutor.”
Not intimidated. Not even attention fixed on him. From someone who knew him. It was intolerable. He opened his mouth to retort, and flushed when Izumo’s gaze went to his lips. “We’re, uh, leaving.” he said, flushing harder at the amused edge to Kisame’s chakra.
Kisame flicked the fly over the water, dancing temptation, and waiting for a bite. The fish would surface, mouth open, unable to resist the flash and beauty, and death would follow. After three months of trailing their presence through this stretch of forest, they’d caught up with the same Leaf patrol squad a handful of times. And this morning, just before dawn, Itachi had managed to catch the squad leader on his own. Former instructor, Kisame’s ass. At least it wasn’t one of the more dangerous jounin Itachi had fixated on.
He flicked the cast over the water, grey cloud reflected in the ripples.
Sheltered in the autumn red leaves of the sumach, Itachi was on his knees. Izumo still wasn’t afraid of him, still was a detail oriented instructor. Itachi scraped his teeth lightly, and got the approval he was craving. “Fuck yes, like that, you little bastard.” Izumo hissed. Scraped again, and a hard hand was on the back of his head. Approval tasted bitter, and ran down his chin.
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Date: 2007-10-26 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-26 09:09 pm (UTC)It's always the worst sounding ideas that are sooooo much fun.
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Date: 2007-10-27 05:40 am (UTC)I've had those lyrics stuck in my head for days.
I must steal it and stare at it but probably never use it anywhere other than my desk top because I'm a dork.
Yeah.
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Date: 2007-10-27 12:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-27 12:21 am (UTC)This amused me greatly. *thumbs up*
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Date: 2007-10-27 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-27 02:57 am (UTC)I actually saw that recently. I LOL'd.
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Date: 2007-10-27 12:32 pm (UTC)RP!Girl: No! You find true love and also, there's rainbows.
Itachi: It's a snuff film now. *kills everyone*
...
On the subject of porn stars - one morning at theology school, I was having a conversation with the guest instructor about watching late night cheesy movies, only to discover we'd both been watching Orgazmo (http://imdb.com/title/tt0124819/plotsummary) on the weekend.
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Date: 2007-10-27 11:56 pm (UTC)only to discover we'd both been watching Orgazmo on the weekend
Oh ... oh God. What makes it worse is that I've heard of that movie before. God knows where! But I've heard of it. O:
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Date: 2007-10-27 11:59 pm (UTC)He was a complex child (something that only magnified as he grew), jaded by the averice of those close to his parents, and soon began to turn inward and away from the stifling traditions of his large family. His mass slaughter of the most of them would lay the groundwork for his demotion of classes and his ascent as a star of the porn industry.
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Date: 2007-10-29 01:48 pm (UTC)That last sentence is priceless for sheer incomprehensibility.
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Date: 2007-10-27 04:33 am (UTC)What's really impressive is how it's all bracketted. With past and present. One thing that got me thinking was Kisame's thought "murderous late bloomer". I didn't realise it, but it was probably a clue, wasn't it? Late bloomer to sexual maturity, but I read it as 'murderer late bloomer' and I was vaguely confused at first, then it became CLEAR and...
(okay, late bloomer's ALMOST always used for puberty and related issues, but it didn't CLICK at the time)
and then how you never said that Itachi had a crush on Izumo. it's just so typical of his mind working, how it twists away and around, and never quite presents things the way most people'd do it, and it's all just implied.
And kisame's thoughts. Gods. I loved him, the impatience, the slight patronising slant of his thoughts and his condescension and everything all into fishing, just waiting, bored, for Itachi to be done...
Actually I was thinking that Itachi was busy killing/raping Izumo. Because I have an evil mind. It came as vague shock that it was Itachi WANTING to blow him or soething and then I'm just speechless with the beauty of the fic, and how Itachi believes it's still approval.
and you never actually SAID it was sex. It was... damn.
Detail orientated instructor. That just got me, just now, and my mind went into X-rated places.
... Can I beg another Izumo fic off you? this is one of the BEST. BEST Izumo-fics I'd ever seen. Detail orientated! I'm in love with this. Please?
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Date: 2007-10-27 12:45 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it. Really, really.
I was thinking late bloomer in terms of sex - but in true post modern fashion - I firmly believe that the meaning of text is created and recreated through the meanings the readers bring to it. The ways in which ambiguities form in the readers' imaginations.
As for more Izumo fic - I'll warn you that it was the sheer improbability of Nene's pairing that dredged this up, and I've got two other prompts and more Sasuke in the basement to write. Plus, oh yeah, a certain RP that is eating my life.
But please, offer up a prompt, and we'll see.
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-10-27 07:52 pm (UTC)But mmm, it does make sense, doesn't it? I do think that the phrase in context of that sentence made it different, flow differently. Either that or I was really just that tired.
I KNOW. Crackpairings can be just that much better. Talk about improbability. I am going to squee over how Izumo'd been so unafraid, it's probably his sheer audacity in ignoring Itachi that'd saved him and his group.
... though how he'd gotten *cough* persuaded into accepting Itachi's lip-service is an interesting thought. How he gets OUT of it is even more interesting. Despite the serious tone of this entire drabble, it's just damn hilarious.
hm. Now as for random prompt. Um.
I just got hit by Tenzou/Iruka. Do you know who Tenzou is? I'd volunteer Tenzou/Izumo or Tenzou/Kotetsu.
Or if you're still on the badguy/goodguy crack-spin, Hm. Kisame's always good. Or Kazuku, I think. THat guy what keeps not-dying.
I showed this fic to my friend and this is what she said:
Izumo: Hey, Kotetsu, I just got BLOWN by ITACHI last night. What did YOU do?
KOtetsu: ... Paperwork. Asshole.
(Because apparently everyone wants izumo-cock. >.>)
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Date: 2007-10-27 08:30 pm (UTC)No one would believe him.
Itachi? The psychotic ice princess... Fuck off Izumo, you did not.
Did too!
You did not. As evidenced by the fact that you are STILL BREATHING.
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Date: 2007-10-27 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-27 09:46 pm (UTC)Izumo: You mean I should be DEAD before he'd blow me? Dammit, have you no CONFIDENCE in my PROWESS and MANLY desireablility? I should have that on a business card: So good, Akatsuki wants a piece.
Ko: I'd kill you myself if only it'd shut you up.
(and Tenzou Iruka! Or more chuunin hijinks. Those are always mmm. :P)
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Date: 2007-10-27 09:48 pm (UTC)Gen: HEY. don't mock the cock!
Everyone: ...
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Date: 2007-10-27 05:37 am (UTC)This is amazingly beautiful in all the simple ways. Kisame flyfishing and trying his best to ignore the fact that Itachi is giving Izumo 'lip service' a few yards behind him. The imagery is imagination candy.
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Date: 2007-10-27 12:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-27 09:32 am (UTC)the last line knocked me over and laughed at me. it was AWESOME <3
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Date: 2007-10-27 12:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-27 12:27 pm (UTC)and hoshit itachi kneeling before someone, servicing them is the hottest thing i've imagined this week...guh
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Date: 2007-10-27 12:35 pm (UTC)mmmm...
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Date: 2007-10-30 03:11 am (UTC)but omg yes!!! control freaks giving up is so damn fine and tasty and chock full of the winningest win that ever won! *flails*
you know i have a freakin' control kink. damn you and your awesomeness &hearts &hearts &hearts
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Date: 2007-10-29 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-29 04:21 pm (UTC)He so needs a tutor. In paperwork and oral sex. Heh.