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Itachi's first glance tells him Kisame is genuinely relaxed, lounging at the low table with a nail clipper and a bottle of umeshu, so he can take his time studying the other person in the room: a skinny red-haired boy sprawled starfish-like on a futon, covers shoved aside and pillow soaked in drool, wearing nothing but — “Is that my underwear?” “Well, mine would be too big,” Kisame says reasonably. “No need to whisper, he’s dead to the world.” “Mine should be too big as well.” He’s fourteen, not… whatever this boy is, eight or nine. “Safety pins.” “Why do you have my underwear? What happened to his?” It’s a silly thing to get stuck on, but he can’t seem to let it go. His relationship with Kisame is not one that admits to underwear. There’s a professional distance. This is outside his comfort zone.

Fics like Things To Do In The Elemental Nations When You're Dead

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