Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Not Unlike My Fantasy ❯ Ch 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Yes! Chapter 2! This just gets better and better. Although I see absolutely NOTHING whatsoever that this chapter has to do with the first one. It's almost, but not quite, like its a completely different story. Well, here we go! Disclaimer time!

Disclaimer (in Deidara speak) : Naitachal666 doesn't own Naruto, un. She doesn't own Akatsuki or any of the Naruto characters either, un. They belong to Kishimoto-sama, un.

Itachi walked into the main room of the Akatsuki lair. Already situated there were Kisame and Deidara, who was lazily whining about some such or another to an oblivious Kisame. Deidara glanced up when Itachi entered, but exasperatedly put his chin back on his folded arms and began to sulk. Nobody currently in the room would be willing to hear him out. But being ignored could be dealt with, just not the droning silence of the room.
Deidara began humming softly to himself, quietly singing every so often as he moved his head and feet to some unknown tune. It was times like these that he tended to come up with ways to entertain himself, and although they could be amusing, the blonde’s ideas of self-entertainment could be very annoying at times.
Itachi took in this part of the scene in less than a few moments, already having decided that nothing was amiss. His steps lead him to Kisame’s side, where he stopped and stared down blankly at the blue-skinned man and the strange sword he groomed. Kisame grinned up at him and smirked.
“Itachi,” the shark-man grinned. “Must you always look so bored? Isn’t there anything you can do that doesn’t involve staring blankly at things or trying to kill people?”
“…” Itachi stared apathetically ahead, not bothering to answer. The Uchiha could go days without speaking, and often did. He felt no need to answer a question of such little importance. Kisame grinned wider, revealing further his sharp teeth.
“At least go play shouji with Deidara. If I have to hear another verse, I’m going to tie you up and give you to him. Blindfolded.” Kisame said the last part dead seriously, looking back down and working again on Samehada. As expected, Itachi didn’t reply. Instead he turned and moved to leave the room, heading for the kitchen. Kisame’s eyes narrowed and he glared at Itachi’s back, meanwhile, Deidara obliviously sung quietly to himself on the overstuffed navy couch.
“I mean it, Itachi.” Kisame threatened. Itachi didn’t even pause. Muttering to himself, Kisame formed several seals and raised a strip of parchment in his hand. It was a chakra-sealing note. Using it, if he could even apply it to Itachi, he could seal Itachi’s chakra and render the Uchiha mostly harmless by lack of sharingan. That is, if you considered an armed and furious Itachi harmless.
Sighing, Kisame stood and walked towards the hall that Itachi was in, pretending to be headed for the bathroom. As he passed Itachi, he took into account the fact that, being his partner and used to his quirks, Itachi would be unaffected by his next move. After all, Kisame was always moving his hands about and poking at Itachi. The shorter man had grown used to this, and now refused to even pay attention to these actions, as if they had never happened.
Grinning, Kisame pretended to make a swipe at Itachi’s head with his fist, but right before it would have gotten near to skimming over the man’s head, redirected it to slap the seal on Itachi’s bare chest peeking from the top of his Akatsuki robe. Itachi stopped moving, his face utterly calm, showing nothing as the sharingan faded to black irises. Then he moved to strike Kisame, but the bigger man had already moved. He acted as if to slam his fist into Itachi’s side, but instead grabbed the hand that the other moved to deflect the supposedly incoming blow. Twisting around, he grabbed Itachi’s other wrist and pulled the other so that he was restrained against the wall with his arms behind him and unable to move.
Carefully maneuvering, Kisame managed to get both of Itachi’s arms in one big hand and reached into his robe with the other. He pulled out a length of chakra-infused rope and wrapped and knotted it expertly around the other’s wrists all the way up to his elbows. He pulled another out, this one noose-like in design, and slipped it over Itachi’ head. Kisame fitted it snuggly above the junction of neck and collarbone. Using the free end, he tied it to the bound hands with little slack. Kisame pushed the bound wrists hard against Itachi, making the other have to lean his neck back in order to breathe. You couldn’t be in Akatsuki and not know how to tie somebody and keep them that way.
Using this control, Kisame pressed down until Itachi was forced to bow his knees and sink down. This was enough that the bigger man could use his last length of rope to bind Itachi’s ankles and knees and use the last two feet of it to tie it at length to the other’s wrists. Kisame let go and Itachi went down all the way with a strangled cough. Itachi very calmly and angrily adjusted himself so that he could breathe properly and glared maliciously at Kisame. If only non-sharingan looks could kill.
Ignoring Itachi’s glare, Kisame stripped the other of his cloak using a kunai and began to search him for weapons and anything that he could use to free himself. After a pile of weapons and various objects were cast aside, Kisame picked Itachi up by the back of his shirt and carried him into the main room. Deidara stopped mid-verse and stared at him like he was crazy. The blond ex-Iwa nin’s mouth gaped and moved soundlessly for a minute.
“You tied up Itachi, un! How did you do it? He looks so angry, un!” Deidara exclaimed. “When he gets loose, he’s gonna kick your ass, un!”
“Not with the chakra seal I put on him. It ought to work for at least two days before it begins to weaken, no matter how hard he tries. Now I gotta decide what to do with him. Hmm…” mused Kisame, although he already knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to get some alone time in the main room. That meant both Deidara and Itachi had to be gone.
“I know, Deidara! Why don’t I let you have him? You can take him to your room and torture him for awhile.” Kisame grinned while ruffling Itachi’s hair with one callused palm. He could practically feel the Uchiha radiating killing aura without even looking down.
“Kisame-san, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, un…Itachi looks pretty mad. He might kill me, un.” Deidara reasoned while looking cautiously at Itachi, not daring to make eye contact.
“He won’t. He’s absolutely helpless. And this is a perfect opportunity to see if he’s good for anything other than glaring, staring or killing.” Kisame encouraged. “I swear on the Hoshigaki name that Uchiha Itachi will not harm you, tied and bound as he is.”
“You really think so, Kisame, un?” Deidara asked inquisitively. “And that if he does try, you’ll save me, un?” He waited expectantly, and Kisame sighed, obliging him.
“Yes. If he tries to hurt or kill you, I’ll save you. Happy?” Kisame growled, wanting to be able to rest in quiet.
“Yes, un! Do you do delivery service, un?” Deidara laughed, tossing his head back and shaking his ponytail. “I’m not big enough to carry him without choking him to death, un. I think he’d hate me even more then, un.”
Sighing, Kisame trudged towards the far hall with the intent of dumping Itachi in Deidara’s room. And fuck Sasori. He could leave if Deidara got too noisy. As long as the red head left him alone, Kisame would be perfectly happy. Kisame reached Deidara’s door, and waited for the blond to open it. As soon as it was, he stomped in and deposited Itachi on the messy bed that occupied the far side of the room. You could tell it was Deidara’s, because Sasori’s, which was nearer the door, was neat and made.
“Alright, he’s all yours, Deidara.” With that, he walked out past a gaping Sasori and headed for that comfy couch. It was only right that he could spend some alone time with it.

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