All I Want for Christmas by BLACK-star-ANGEL, literature
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All I Want for Christmas
Damn it. Itachi glares angrily at his computer as he clicks through his emails and sees that none are from the one person he wants to hear from. Is he ignoring me? With a sigh, Itachi stands up and brings his coffee mug to the kitchen, rinsing it out while his thoughts trail away.
3 years ago, Itachi's boyfriend, Kisame, was shipped off on duty. He's currently in the Navy working on submarines so he doesn't have a lot of time to talk with Itachi. But he would take every second he could when the submarine would come up to refuel or they made a stop. It was hard to deal with at first, but Itachi could manage by busying himself with his college
Sugar High Part Two :Final: by insane-demonchild, literature
Literature
Sugar High Part Two :Final:
Sugar High Part Two: Hawaiian Punch OR Come, Chameleon
It had been several months since Itachi's last relapse. Even if offered dango, he would look away and search for a different treat, like a nice salad.
Yeahhh. Salad. Great...
Itachi hated it. Eating sweets was his way of letting loose, and now he had no way to cope with the cravings. He tended to snap at people (well, his equivalent of snapping anyway) for no apparent reason nowadays. Itachi began to formulate plans to sneak treats away from the kitchen.
It seemed he would finally get the chance, on a day where the base was busily preparing for a larger mission that would require thre
Itachi stopped running among the trees for a moment to catch his breath. He was absolutely exhausted. Every muscle in his body felt like it was engulfed in flames, and yet he still had ten miles to go until he even reached the Akatsuki base. He had failed to keep himself from being noticed. And now the elite Jônin of Konoha were tailing him, trying to discover the whereabouts of the Akatsuki base. Itachi could hear them coming closer, but he was simply too tired to jump his current path and lose them. The only thing he had energy for was to keep his Sharingan going and to breathe shallowly until he regained his composure. Itachi heard so
Itachi Drabbles Chapter Six by insane-demonchild, literature
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Itachi Drabbles Chapter Six
Itachi walked quietly through the almost silent base, making little noise on his bare feet. He loved doing this every morning, enjoying the silence of the maze-like building before the sun rose, bringing with it all the noise and hubbub of a criminal organization. He'd walk past the bedroom doors, past the common room, through the kitchen, and into the main entrance.
Itachi would watch the sun crest over the hilly landscape, turning the clouds a dark shade of crimson. He considered that moment his and his alone, the last moment of of the night and the first of the new day converging into a seamless tapestry purely for his enjoyment. Dawn.
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Itachi Drabbles Chapter Four by insane-demonchild, literature
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Itachi Drabbles Chapter Four
Itachi had always hated shopping (of any kind) with a passion. But he was certain that there was a special place in Hell for the person who had invented the grocery store. He hated waiting in line, he was constantly worried that someone would recognize him, he couldn't stand searching for all the things that the Akatsuki "needed" *cough cough Hidan's hair gel cough* and loathed going to the various tiny shops with Kakuzu muttering in his ear about how expensive the miso was. Kakuzu loved a good deal, but it seemed as if he were convinced that no matter how good a deal was, he could find a better deal elsewhere. And it's not as if Leader-sama
Itachi Drabbles Chapter Three by insane-demonchild, literature
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Itachi Drabbles Chapter Three
Itachi was beginning to get quite angry. He had practically turned the entire base upside down, muttering to himself about "people hiding things that don't belong to them", moving from room to room in a blur of motion. Anything that was a shade of purple caught his eye, and he would make a beeline for whatever it was and wouldn't move on until he determined that it wasn't what he was looking for. Sasori, ever the impatient one, finally asked Itachi just what he was searching for so violently.
Itachi glared at the red-headed puppet master. "My nail polish... I can't find it. It's my last bottle, and it's nearly gone, too. Have you seen it?"