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Kisame entered his and his partners' shared room. He had made it back to the hideout from a solo mission nearly twenty minutes ago and made his mission report. Pain and Konan had several questions, follow-up questions, and more questions. He had been itching to get back to the room, knowing that his partner was worrying if Kisame was hurt, if he was almost back to him, to his home. A few more questions, answers, the last question, the last answer— He was done. Before either Pain or Konan could make any stupid comments about him and his partner he sped out of the room. He knocked three times on his door, which flung open in front of him. A hug greeted him back to his home. Not the lair, but to Itachi. His home. He hugged the smaller man back before he pulled away from Kisame and started to examine him for injuries. He was calm, and his expression would appear blank to anyone else. It would seem to anyone else that Itachi didn't care. But to Kisame, he knew every little sign of the man's emotions, how he showed his feelings, or how he didn't. To Kisame this was everything. To them both, this was love.