Bedridden- Chpt 3

Bedridden

Chapter Three: Ghosts

At first, Kisame didn't mind having his dead lover follow him everywhere. He rather enjoyed Itachi's heavy cold presence... Until Itachi seemed to show his jealous in more than one way. Kisame would be at the store, maybe attracting a female's glance once or twice. Just the simple glance would set the Uchiha off, causing whoever was glancing to run away in fear.
"Itachi, you need to quit doing that." Kisame muttered as he watched another person run away from him. Itachi, who was hovering nearby, scowled.
"She had it coming." He growled, knowing Kisame couldn't hear him. Kisame sighed and took his things to the counter to pay for them. Itachi drifted beside him, watching Kisame place the things on the counter. Kisame seemed to be deep in thought, barely noticing the flirty look the counter girl was giving him. Itachi was tempted to smack that silly little grin off the girl's face, but he was becoming worried as Kisame stopped moving.
"Kisame? Kisame, what's wrong?" It was useless of course, but Itachi was thinking aloud of course. Itachi reached out, his hand passing through through Kisame's cheek. Kisame felt the sudden cold and snapped back to reality.
"Oh, sorry..."
"That's okay... I didn't mind..." The girl smiled. Kisame just smiled back. Itachi twitched.
"Who does she think she is? Miss. Perfect?" He grumbled. Before he could make any move to attack the girl, Kisame was off towards the car. Itachi vanished and reappeared in the car beside Kisame, who started the car, but leaned back.
"Itachi... Can you touch me again?" Kisame asked aloud. Itachi blinked, then looked at his lap. He lifted a pen and notebook from the backseat and scribbled a sloppy version of the word, "No." Kisame sighed and started the car, driving off. Itachi watched Kisame with a hurt expression.
"He wants me to touch him?" He looked at his transparent hands, then reached out again. His fingers went through Kisame's cheek. Kisame felt the cold touch and glanced in Itachi's direction.
"I felt that." He said slowly, a sad smile crossing his face. Itachi dropped his hand and kept watching Kisame, looking blank. Itachi fell back against the seat, hugging his knees to his chest.
"I want to touch you again..."
(AT HOME)>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"Kisame! Kisame!" Madara ran into the living room, waving a book around. Kisame looked up from the TV, staring at the Uchiha.
"What is it? What are you shouting about?" He asked. Itachi hovered in a corner, watching with interest as Madara opened up the book.
"I think the reason Itachi is still attached to you is because you two shared a love bond."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you two were like this," Madara twisted his little fingers together, "Anyway, you too are still attached. I think it might be best if you found someone else. Someone living."
"Hey!" Itachi protested. Kisame frowned.
"Madara, I don't think it's that easy. It's hard to forget Itachi..." He confessed. Itachi's gaze locked on Kisame, curiously. Madara sighed.
"I understand, but still... You can still remember him, but he needs to release so he can go-"
"Into the light or whatever?"
"Exactly."
"Madara... Itachi's made a lot of mistakes, though." Kisame groaned, referring to Itachi's killing spree. Itachi's eyes flashed and widened in horror. Madara frowned.
"Yes... There is a chance Itachi could... End up going somewhere else." He said slowly as if thinking it through. Suddenly, the magazines on the table flew into the air and across the room. The TV flashed and the ceiling fan began to spin wildly. Itachi felt terrified. He trembled, even as a ghost. The thought of going to Hell was unbearable.
"I-I can't go to Hell!!" Itachi panicked. Kisame watched the objects fly around, surprised. He had almost forgot Itachi was in the room with them. Madara grimaced.
"I don't think he likes the idea of going to Hell."
"I DON'T!" Itachi cried. Madara frowned.
"Maybe we can call in some kind of... Ghost whisperer."
"Eh? What the Hell is that?"
"You'll see." Madara went to the phone. Kisame followed curiously. Itachi threw a magazine after them.
"I'm not leaving!!!!" He shouted and vanished into the ceiling. Madara dialed a number from the phone book and waited. Six rings...
"Hello?" A tired voice asked.
"Er... Konan there?"
"This is her."
"Hello, I saw your add in the phone book."
"Oh. I see."
"We're in need of your services. We have a ghost in our house, but he seems to be attached to my friend."
"Oh? Well, I'll be over soon. I will need some details on this ghost, if you have any."
"Yes, ma'ma."
(SOON)>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The door bell rang. Madara rushed to it and opened it to rveal a tall blue haired woman. A white flower held her hair up in a perfect bun. She wore a blue and silver kimono-like top and a silky blue skirt that came to her knees and silver high heels. She had a few piercings, matching her outfit. She looked like a super model and yet, seemed like a normal freak girl at school. Kisame blinked. Konan smiled.
"I heard you had a ghost problem?" She asked.
"Yes. Please, come in." Madara stepped aside, allowing Konan to walk in. Kisame watched her walk into the living room, where Itachi was hovering. Itachi watched her walk in and panicked. Immediately, a magazine flew across the room, but Konan caught it in her fist before it could hit her. Kisame stared at her.
"How did you...?"
"I can see ghosts. He's over there." Konan pointed. Itachi saw that her finger was pointing right at his chest and he gulped. Madara and Kisame looked in Itachi's direction. Itachi vanished and reappeared across the room. Konan's eyes followed him.
"There's no need to be afraid, Itachi." She stated. Itachi hesitated, then frowned.
"Why are you here? I don't need your help." He snapped. Konan tilted her head.
"You haven't crossed over, though. I think that means you need my help."
"No, I don't! I'm happy right where I am!" Itachi protested. Konan sighed.
"If you stay too long, you could end up a lost soul. Not to mention that if you don't find your goal and end up causing chaos, you'll go to Hell."
"Ah! Don't say that!" Itachi cried. Konan just raised an eyebrow. Madara watched, mostly fasinated. Kisame kept his eyes on where Itachi was hovering.
"Itachi, do you even know your goal?" Konan asked in a polite voice. Itachi's panic level sank a bit.
"Not really..."
"Your friends seem to think it is because you are attached to something."
"Kisame."
"Well... What is it you want?"
"Eh? Er... I want Kisame."
"You love him?"
"Yes."
"If you really loved him, you would let him move on." Konan explained. Kisame knew they were talking about him and frowned. Itachi's ghost like feet touched the floor as he drifted, only a little closer to Konan.
"Yea, but... I don't want to go away. I want to be near him." Itachi said. Konan nodded.
"I understand... But you can't stay here forever."
"And why not?"
"You'll never find the light."
"What light?"
"You haven't see it yet, I take it."
"No...?"
"Itachi, you need to let Kisame go."
"Why?! He's fine with me around!" Itachi insisted. Konan shook her head.
"You're not, though."
"..."
"You don't like the torture of watching Kisame live on without you. You don't like how you can't touch him or talk to him." Konan explained. Kisame cringed. He hadn't realized he had caused his dead lover so much pain. Itachi looked away from the woman, his eyes scanning the ground.
"... What about my past?"
"Itachi, you didn't know what you were doing. You were hurting. Physically and mentally. Your life wasn't perfect, I grant you that. However, you had people who truly loved you. These two, Madara and Kisame, loved you very much. And they still do. I'm sure they want the best for you... And I know you want to find peace." Konan explained. Itachi looked around for a bit, then vanished slowly. There was a short silence, then Itachi reappeared beside Madara, who felt the sudden cold air and stiffened.
"Tell my uncle I'm sorry for having been a burden to him... And that he wasn't a bad guardian." Itachi murmured. Konan nodded and looked at Madara, repeating Itachi's words. Madara blinked.
"He was never a burden. I always loved Itachi as my nephew... I'm just sorry I didn't help him when he needed it most." He said. Itachi looked up at Madara, who seemed to look guilty.
"It's not your fault..." He whispered. Konan repeated his words. Itachi lifted a transperant hand and ghosted his fingers over Madara's cheek. Madara let out a sigh of relief. Itachi smiled and found himself hovering in front of Kisame.
"I love you." He murmured, then leaned up, closing his eyes and placing a ghost kiss on his lips. Kisame blinked, then touched his lips.
"Itachi..."
"Itachi, do you know where you're going?" Konan asked. Itachi glanced at her, then back at Madara and Kisame, who were watching Konan.
"Yes... Thank you."
"Of course..." Konan watched as Itachi vanished into the ceiling in a flash of light. The heavy cold air disappeared along with him. Kisame gasped, feeling the weight leave.
"Where did he go?" He asked worriedly. Konan nodded.
"He went to where he belongs."
"...?"
"Heaven."
(LATER)>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Kisame lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling now. He felt relaxed and yet... He felt a longing to touch Itachi once again, but the ghost of his lover had vanished completely. Kisame closed his eyes, feeling his eyes prick with unshed tears.
"I love you too, Itachi Uchiha."