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 three of the teams; Hidan and Kakuzu, Deidara and Sasori, and Pein and Konan...Which would leave Tobi, Kisame, Itachi and Zetsu at the base by themselves. As soon as the teams left for their mission, Itachi made a beeline for the kitchen.
Seeing where his teammate was going and remembering how he'd been acting slightly tense all day, Kisame knew exactly what was going on. He ran after the Uchiha in an attempt to stop him, but caught up with him as the boy suddenly stopped, staring into the kitchen.
Kisame looked over his shoulder to see Tobi closing the refrigerator, a jug of Hawaiian Punch in his hands. Itachi made a funny noise in his throat, an odd cross between a moan and a soft scream. He started to walk toward the masked man until Kisame grabbed his arm. Itachi jumped, looking over his shoulder at his partner.
"No, Itachi. You've been doing good so far, don't spoil it." Concern for his partner flashed through his eyes.
Itachi shoved Kisame's hand away. "Exactly. I've been good." He turned back toward Tobi, only to find that he had somehow disappeared, leaving the jug of Hawaiian Punch behind. Itachi walked to one of the cabinets and pulled out a large glass.
"Itachi..." Kisame warned.
His partner glared at him and swapped the glass for a smaller one. "Fine, but now I get to have two glasses."
"Says who?" Kisame was beginning to get more than a little worried.
"Me." And with that, he unscrewed the cap and poured the red liquid into the glass.
Kisame could only watch as the boy lifted the glass to his lips and drained it in two gulps.
He scrutinized Itachi's face carefully as he poured himself another glass, waiting for the bomb to go off.
It's been at least four months since that episode with the dango and the dance music. I wonder if it'll be better, now that he's waited so long.
Itachi could practically feel the sugar fusing with his blood, causing a pleasant tingling sensation all over his body. He sighed contentedly, setting the glass on the slightly grimy counter top.
"How do you feel, Itachi-san?" Kisame asked tentatively.
Itachi closed his eyes, composing an answer, finally deciding on, "Invigorated. If I could be permitted to have small doses of sugar, it might help me wean off of it better."
Kisame smiled. "Are you sure it's not too much for you?"
Itachi licked his lips. "No." His eyes widened slightly and he walked out of the kitchen.
Kisame stared after him, wondering just where he was going when he heard a loud thump and a sudden scream of "KAWAII!" and a yelp that sounded somewhat like Deidara.
Kisame ran out of the kitchen in the direction of the ruckus. What he saw scarred him for life.
Itachi sitting on Deidara's stomach, playing with the bomber's long blonde tresses, giggling like a schoolgirl with a manic look on his face.
Sasori looked over the scene at Kisame, shaking his head slightly. "Did you give him sugar?"
Kisame frowned. "Well, yeah. He hasn't had any in months. I figured he'd be over it by now. When did you guys get back? I didn't hear you come in."
Sasori raised a thin eyebrow. "Just now. Everything was going fine until Itachi-san ran out of the kitchen and tackled the brat."
Itachi broke the silence that followed by yanking hard on Deidara's hair.
"OW! Get off, un! That hurts!" Deidara attempted to push Itachi off him, but Itachi still had a hold on his hair. Itachi stared at him for a few seconds and then started tickling Deidara's face with the ends of his own hair.
Just then, Pein and Konan walked into the hallway behind Sasori. Konan stared at the scene in front of her, while Pein looked past the puppet and the two wrestling boys to give Kisame a cold stare.
"I thought I told you not to give him any more sugar, Kisame."
Crap. "Um, well, Leader-sama, I-"
"No excuses. You know what it does to him. And yet you gave it to him anyway." Pein glared at him.
Kisame gulped nervously.
Deidara somehow managed to get Itachi off of him and then poofed out of there. Itachi just stared at the spot where he'd vanished, humming to himself. Come, chameleon, show me your colors... tell me the secret of love under cover! Heheheh...I love that song,Itachi thought. The Uchiha boy smiled at nothing in particular.
Konan finally spoke. "Come Itachi, we'll find you a nice snack to get the sugar out of your system." She walked around Sasori, took Itachi by the arm and led him to the kitchen.
After Kakuzu and Hidan made their way into the base, Pein called a meeting. Zetsu pulled himself out of the wall long enough to hear what was going on.
Pein cleared his throat. "Now that we're all here- wait, where's Tobi?"
Everyone looked around and noticed that the masked man was absent.
Deidara sighed. "He's probably gotten into the stash. He's been nosing around for sweets more than Uchiha has, un."
Hidan stood up. "I'll be right back. That shithead probably ate it all and is halfway to the Land of Snow by now." With that, the silver-haired Jashinist walked out of the room in search of Tobi.
Pein spoke up again. "As I was saying, I have decided to put a new rule in place. And that rule is: Itachi rarely gets sweets. And if he does, everyone must be at the base, seeing as it's nearly impossible to get him under control if there's only a few of us here." He stopped to glance at the Uchiha. Itachi stared back, wanting nothing better to eat all the sweets he can, but he couldn't risk losing his place in the Akatsuki over some stupid confections. So he nodded once, showing that he understood. Konan gave a rare smile and said, "All right. This intervention is over."
Zetsu spoke up for the first time at that meeting. "Or is it?"