Blinding in of Themselves

Prompt: Write about colored glasses.

"What are these?"

Itachi held up the odd-looking contraption. They were very obviously glasses, but they looked very... strange. The rainbows striping up and down the sides of the thick plastic frames, dotted with what appeared to be small white gems, gave Itachi the impression of overt happiness. He was hesitant to even touch the mutant spectacles. And the lenses... were pink. Pink.

Beside him, Kisame shifted almost nervously. The blonde man in front of him, however, just grinned in that strange way he did. "They're glasses," Deidara informed him as if talking to a very young child. "You wear them on your face."

Itachi's brow furrowed in annoyance. "I know that," he snapped. "Why did you give them to me?" Especially ones with such a revolting appearance.

"Well, we heard from the blue bastard here that you're goin' f***ing blind, Uchiha." This was Hidan, whose language was vulgar enough to make the well-bred Uchiha heir cringe. "You should be f***ing grateful, you son of a b*tch. We put in a lot of effort to find those shitty glasses for you."

Itachi did not appreciate the gift. "I don't need glasses."

"You're going blind," Kisame growled. "My partner can't be blind."

"I'm not blind."

Okay, so maybe he was a little blind, but it was hardly debilitating! So everything was a little blurrier and a little darker than it used to be, so what?

"You tripped over a chair yesterday, Itachi."

"I did not."

"Did so," Deidara purred. "I don't see how you could not be blind. You'd have to be in order to miss something as big as a chair sitting right in front of you." This seemed to amuse Deidara more than anything else, and Itachi had to reign in his temper. The urge to plant his fist in the blonde's face was becoming very tempting indeed.

"Look, you need to be able to see in order to fight," Kisame muttered.

"I don't need these to see," Itachi snapped, holding up the rainbow glasses by the tips of his fingers, as if just touching them would give him some sort of disease. "They're blinding in of themselves!"

"Well, he has a slight poi--"

"Shut up, un!"

"F***in' prick, I'll cleave your head in if you do that again, you son of a--"

"Will you all just shut up?" Itachi was getting a massive headache. "I'm not going to wear them."

Deidara crossed his arms. "After all the trouble we went through to buy them, you have to wear them at least--"

"No."

"C'mon, un, just once?"

"No."

"Itachi."

"Kisame."

"Wear the glasses."

A pause. Itachi stared at his partner with narrowed red eyes, still keeping the glasses at arm's length. "I'm not blind. I don't need them."

"Itachi..."

"No."

The next day, the rainbow glasses were perched on his nose as he read the morning paper. He could have sworn Kakazu did a double-take when he walked through the kitchen that morning, and Itachi's cheeks flushed a deep crimson in embarrassment.

Note to self No. 1: buy your own glasses. These freaks have no taste.

Deidara entered the kitchen, smirking. "See, this isn't so bad, un?"

Note to self No. 2: tonight, burn them.


Note: Just a cute little vignette about tormenting Itachi, because he's just so much fun to pick on. He would never wear something with a rainbow on it, poor baby. Well, he's like the baby of the Akatsuki, so I think it only makes sense that he would be picked on.