[ Even if Itachi wasn't watching him so closely, Kisame's reaction is so instantaneous that he has no hope of hiding it. His fingers abruptly still midway through unfastening a clasp, the task temporarily forgotten as he stares at Itachi in dumbfounded silence. That silence stretches on as he searches his partner's face, foolishly looking for some inkling of humor. There is none. Itachi is serious, and Kisame's expression slides from stunned to perplexed.
He wants to ask, "How?" and, "Why?" He wants to press Itachi for information, so that he can put the pieces together one at a time until he understands. He wants to know how his cold partner could have hidden this part of himself so completely—
And then Kisame laughs — a half-breathless, half-strained sound that is unlike him. Of course Itachi concealed it. He should have expected no different. ]
Goodness, that's something I never thought I'd hear you say…
[ Finally, he moves again, his fingers unfastening the last of the clasps on autopilot. Then he slides his cloak off, revealing his customary dark pants, sleeveless shirt, and arm warmers. There is still no sign of his gem. However, Itachi might glimpse a new scar on the inside of his left bicep: the word "betrayal" in kanji, neat and precise, carved by an unfamiliar hand. ]
I suppose you are "inexplicably fond" of him, eh?
[ Those were the words Stiles used all those months ago. They'd nearly cost Stiles his life. Kisame echoes them now in a tone that may be a bit too light, given his utter bewilderment moments before. ]
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He wants to ask, "How?" and, "Why?" He wants to press Itachi for information, so that he can put the pieces together one at a time until he understands. He wants to know how his cold partner could have hidden this part of himself so completely—
And then Kisame laughs — a half-breathless, half-strained sound that is unlike him. Of course Itachi concealed it. He should have expected no different. ]
Goodness, that's something I never thought I'd hear you say…
[ Finally, he moves again, his fingers unfastening the last of the clasps on autopilot. Then he slides his cloak off, revealing his customary dark pants, sleeveless shirt, and arm warmers. There is still no sign of his gem. However, Itachi might glimpse a new scar on the inside of his left bicep: the word "betrayal" in kanji, neat and precise, carved by an unfamiliar hand. ]
I suppose you are "inexplicably fond" of him, eh?
[ Those were the words Stiles used all those months ago. They'd nearly cost Stiles his life. Kisame echoes them now in a tone that may be a bit too light, given his utter bewilderment moments before. ]