Parenting 101🍡

Reckless🍂

𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍
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(Kisame's POV)

It had been three days since the argument with Itachi-san. I wouldn't see him during the day or night. Feeling bad about the whole thing, I would leave food trays at the entrance of the room but to no avail. The food would be cold and untouched like the previous trays. Knocking on the door was hopeless as well. There would be no response or the door was locked. The only real sign I knew that Itachi-san was alive was when small whimpers and sobs escaped the cracks of the door. Every night I would hear the sound to the point that I got fed up and tried to investigate. During that time I was surprised that the door was unlocked, and when I walked in, I saw Itachi shaking in fear while whimpering in his sleep. I could never understand the words coming out of his mouth as he spoke asleep. With nothing else to do and help him with, I would just walk out and hope he didn't notice I was in the room. Yes, I was still mad, but I don't want him thinking that it would mean me stepping over boundaries like personal space.

(Itachi's POV-2 days later)

I felt the rough hands of someone holding me down once more. Being held in lewd positions and touched in unwanted ways. My eyes teared up and I couldn't see the intruder doing these things to me. I cried and cried only to fall on deaf ears. My screams not calling attention to help. Never have I felt so weakened. A shinobi who showed weakness to others was not considered a shinobi apparently. Though people throw that word around like they know the true meaning of being a shinobi.

These feelings of pain suddenly washed over me. The wincing pain of my palms hit once more. They seemed to be healing slower than expected, but this made me realize that I was dreaming again. I shot up out of bed feeling a bit dizzy. The room was spinning and I was hungry. I was thirsty, so I decided to head out to get some water.

(Authors POV)

As soon as Itachi opened the room door, he noticed a small tray of food beside the door. The water on the tray looked like it had sat there for a while and he decided it was best just to get a water bottle from downstairs. The walk downstairs was excruciating for the weasel. Who knew getting hurt in the palms could be that painful was what Itachi thought.

He expected downstairs to be quiet and dark, on the contrary, the kitchen lights were on and the sound of plates was heard as he stepped closer. It was 10 pm so the weasel didn't understand who would be up at this time. When he walked into the kitchen, there stood Kisame with his back turned and washing a few dishes. The shark friend didn't even know Itachi was behind him, and when he opened the fridge to get a bottle, it startled Kisame. He turned to look at his partner only to be met with tired and gentle eyes. The pale complexion was something normal to Kisame. Now the eye bags were not. His partner's palms were not bandaged correctly, and the weasel's body swayed a bit. Kisame knew his partner was tired and hungry most likely, he knew Itachi just wouldn't want to admit it, especially after an argument.

Kisame: do you want me to make you something?

Itachi:....hn..

Kisame put the last few dishes away and took out some leftover food from the night and reheated it for Itachi. When the weasel finally came face to face with the food, he began to eat the food as if it was the last meal he would ever have. It had been days since Itachi ate and for some reason, it made Kisame's food actually taste good.

Throughout the time Itachi was eating, there seemed to be no problem. The only slight inconvenience was Kisame. He practically burned holes through Itachi. Both of their eyes met and Itachi could see the uncertainty in his partner's eyes. Some sadness and regret mixed in. The weasel knew the shark had something to say, but he withheld from speaking.

Itachi: what do you want to say...

Kisame: uh, nothing. I'm going to bed.

Kisame had gotten up and ready to go to the couch once again like the other nights. Walking past Itachi the shark soon felt someone tugging on his shirt.

(Kisame's POV)

I turned and looked down only to see Itachi-san tugging on my shirt. Something about the angle made him look 𝒸𝓊𝓉ℯ... His thoughts made him blush a bit, but he wondered what made the weasel stop him in the first place.

Kisame: what is it, Itachi-san?

Itachi seemed to contemplate what to say before looking up at me and spoke.

Itachi: c-can you help m-me...

That's how I ended up on the couch with Itachi and rewrapping his bandages. There were obvious signs of him clenching his fist often which has caused the wound not to heal in the first place. It was silent during most of the process.
That's until Itachi's hand began shaking uncontrollably. Tears began hitting my own hands. Looking up at him I could see him clenching his eyes shut and the stream of tears just flowing. He was biting on his lip to suppress the cries but to no avail.

Kisame: Hey, what's wrong? Did I tighten it too much-

Itachi pulled his hands away and held them close to himself as looked up at Kisame. His eyes were now filled with tears, and his lips trembled. 

Itachi: why does *hic* it have to *hic* be with y-you.

Kisame: w-what do you mean, what's wrong, Itachi-san?

Itachi grabbed onto the front material of my shirt and bunched it up in his fist. His head pushed against my bicep while crying his eyes out. The warm tears flowing out began soaking my t-shirt, he softly punched my chest. Mumbling incoherent sentences. His behavior was out of character by a lot, and it confused me. I didn't know what to do.

Itachi: why won't these- these feelings go away? Please Kisame *hic* explain it to me. Help me! I hurt you and belittled you, *sniffle* yet I feel like coming right back, *hic* what's wrong with me Kisame?!

Itachi was being rather loud and the kids were asleep. I had already had a hunch of what Itachi-san was getting at, and I was confused as to why he was behaving the way he was because of it. I thought of the only solution to show and help him.

(Authors POV)

Kisame carefully removed his partner's fist from his chest and slowly laid him on the soft cousins of the black couch in the living room. Itachi's sobbing stopped for a split second. He was confused about what Kisame was doing. Kisame just let his instincts guide him as he went in between his partner's thighs. He let himself hover over the confused, flustered, and sobbing figure. Those lips that were slightly swollen and cherry red, glistened under the lamplight. 

Kisame: I'll help you understand those feeling, Itachi-san.

Itachi practically whimpered under Kisame as Kisame crashed his lips onto his own. The kiss wasn't rough or too soft. It was passionate, Itachi could almost feel his partner's feelings on his own lips. Tongues moved with a sweet rhythm as the kiss went on and Itachi shifted under Kisame. It was smooth. Bodies flushed together, and warmth was shared between the two. It felt as if both of them could float away at any second with euphoria. The feelings were making their hearts beat rapidly with every second passing. Their limits were being broken for once and Itachi seemed to not care. The feeling of his partner gently caressing his waist while kissing down his neck. Slight little whines escaped Itachi's lips as the kisses became more and more fierce. This confused Itachi since it was the first time he'd ever experienced this kind of feeling. 

Tobi: Daddy? M-mommy? What are y'all doing?     ಠ_ಠ

Itachi and Kisame instantly froze. They had not noticed little Tobi inches away from them watching in confusion. He was more specifically looking at his mommy underneath his daddy. In his mind, he was scared of getting yelled at again. So the poor kid tried to walk away. That's until he was called.

Itachi: Tobi, please...come here for a second.

-𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊ℯ𝒹

(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ so I updated more than once today y'all. I did it mostly cause of my free time and burst of inspiration, but yeah, overall I hope y'all enjoyed. See y'all next time 😄. Also don't forget to vote (●'◡'●)ﾉ