My first post here, but not my first yaoi! There may be some OOCs, so no complaining about that please. ^^;

Disclaimer: I do not own Kishimoto's characters!! But I own the plot of this yaoi fanfiction!

CONTAINS: Violence, blood, gore, hard-core yaoi, shounen-ai, love, romance.

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Chapter One: I Hate Parties...

Thick clouds of gray smoke swirled into the night sky, wavering over the many heads of people that piled into the club.
"You know, that's not good for your health." The onyx-eyed teenager commented, glancing at his shark-like friend. Said friend glanced at him out the corner of his eye, smirking to show off his rows of sharp teeth.
"So what? It's a stress reliever." He replied, then stuck the cancer stick back into his mouth, inhaling the smoke. The teenager looked away, his black hair falling in silky strands over his face and shoulders. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his tight black jeans, leaning against the side of the club.
"When did Madara say he'd show up?" He asked. The shark man shrugged, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and huffing out a large cloud of smoke.
"Hell if I know... You know, I was thinkin', Itachi... You and him look at lot a like..." He commented. Itachi looked at him, his annoyance showing in the light scowl he portrayed.
"I do not look like him, Kisame." He threw back. Kisame shrugged, hooking his thumb into his blue jeans and flicking his cigarette butt to the sidewalk.
"Oh, well... No need to get all defensive... Hey, check it out. There he is." He said, smooshing the cigarette under his black sneakers. Itachi looked up as Madara pulled up in his fancy black sports car. He got out, shutting the door. Sunglasses hid his red eyes and he wore a black business suit. He stepped up onto the side walk, pushing his glasses down a tad.
"Hey, boys... I figured you'd wait a while." He said with a cruel smile. Itachi kept his mouth zipped shut, although, he secretly felt as if he would melt. The sadistic smile sweeping across his uncle's face was so sexy. However, he could never tell him that... Especially not in front of Kisame, who didn't even know the two men were related. It was best to keep their relationship a secret...
"Well, we're not leaving without our stuff." Kisame replied, stubbornly, folding his arms over his chest. Madara smirked at him, making a small pang of jealousy creep up Itachi's spine.
"Calm down, Kisame... It took me a while. It seems the cops got in my way... Sorry. Here you go..." Madara pulled a small brown bag that was rolled up from his pocket, handing it to Itachi, who took it quickly, tossing it at Kisame.
"Hmm," Kisame peeked into the bag, then grinned, "Perfect... Nice doing business with you, Madara..."
"But of course. The pleasure was all mine... After all, why wouldn't I help you two?" Madara asked coyly, his eyes landing on Itachi, who looked back at him. As if to telepathically telling him to meet him later, Madara kept looking into those deep obsidian eyes. Kisame didn't even notice as he drooled over the illegal package that he was stuffing into his pocket.
"Hey, Madara, why don't you hang around a bit? I'm sure Pein wouldn't mind letting ya into his club." He said, tilting his head. Madara smiled at him, breaking his gaze from Itachi's.
"Sounds wonderful... Would you both like me to come in?" He asked. Kisame nodded. Itachi remained as stoic as he could get himself, looking at the entrance to the club.
"Sure..." He yawned. Madara smiled.
"Excellent... I'll be in there in a sec... I just need to change real quick. Can't walk in there looking like the cops, can I?" He teased. Kisame chuckled.
"Definitely. I'll be inside. You comin', 'Tachi?" He asked, looking at the teenager, who shook his head.
"Gotta get something from your car. You mind?" Itachi asked in a bored tone. Kisame shook his head, then left, leaving both the Uchiha on the sidewalk. Madara looked at Itachi, his lips lifting in another cruel smile.
"Mmm, he doesn't know..." He mused. Itachi shook his head, looking away down the sidewalk toward Kisame's car.
"No... But he did suspect something before you came." He replied. Madara made a face.
"How distasteful..."
"Agreed."
"You know, it's not safe for you to hang around the Akatsuki..."
"Hm?"
"You know, we're just a big crime ring... All we do is sell drugs, do 'em. Damn, we're as bad as the mob in Iwagakure." Madara said, sounding amazed in himself. Itachi tried not to smirk, but let it show anyway. Seeing as it was just Madara and himself on the sidewalk now.
"There are only two reasons why I hang around Akatsuki, Madara..."
"Oh yes~ And I happen to be one of them, I take it?" Madara asked, his voice coming out like an eager puppy. Itachi gave a short nod, then started toward Kisame's car. As expected, Madara followed at his heels.
"Mmm, you should wear tight jeans more often." He commented softly, his lips hovering near Itachi's ear. Itachi felt a shiver run up his spine at the close proximity and twisted his head the other way.
"I didn't have anything to wear... Kisame only had pants from that kid.. Suigetsu." He muttered, stopping in front of Kisame's car. He pulled the spare keys from his pocket. However, Madara didn't like being ignored in his aroused state and easily took Itachi's wrists in each hand, shoving him up against the car. Itachi gasped in surprise, but kept his expression blank. Madara pressed his body against Itachi's to keep him pinned to the side of the car.
"Itachiiii, you're teasing me again..." Madara said in a warning tone. Itachi pressed his cheek to the car to turn his head, peeking at Madara.
"I am...?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"Doing that."
"Doing... What?" Itachi said, officially finding it rather amusing how Madara was pretty temperamental. Madara frowned, then slowly let an evil smirk slide across his face. He pressed his face into Itachi's silky soft hair, breathing hotly against the soft strands.
"You know... I don't like being teased, Itachi..."
"You don't?" Itachi asked innocently, realizing how hard it was to keep his composure with Madara purposely trying to turn him on. Madara sighed against Itachi's ear now, moving one of his hands off Itachi's and letting it slide down Itachi's shoulder and then down his side.
"Mm mm... I hate it... In fact, I hate it when you tease me so much, I think I should punish you..." He murmured, letting his hand rest on Itachi's ass. Itachi closed his eyes, relaxing against the side of the car as Madara made circles on his ass with his hand.
"I didn't tease you that much... Madara..." He was losing his breath. Itachi tried to keep his calm composure as the tight pants seemed to become painfully tighter. Madara smirked, seeing that he had got Itachi right where he wanted him.
"Oh, yes, you did... Just standing there and breathing like that... Wearing those tight little pants and keeping your hair down... Just for me. That's so sexy that it's cruel, Itachi..."
"Mmm, is it?" Itachi felt himself becoming lost, his calm disposition disappearing like the cigarettes Kisame always bought. Madara ran his fingers up to Itachi's waist, then around to the front of his jeans. He ran his fingers up Itachi's black t-shirt, enjoying the feel of the soft skin.
"It's very cruel..."
"What you're doing... Is even more... Cruel..." Itachi managed to say past clenched teeth of frustration. Madara was purposely moving his fingers in the wrong direction. Madara grinned like a cat cornering a mouse, letting his fingers hover over the hot, sweaty skin of his nephew.
"Which part? This," He asked, kissing Itachi's ear past his hair, "Or this?" He ran his fingers over Itachi's chest. Itachi finally began to squirm.
"The first one... No, both... I don't know..." He groaned. Madara let his fingers intertwine with Itachi's, his other hand hovering over Itachi's collarbone under the shirt.
"Can't make up your mind? That's cute... So cute, Itachi..."
"Nnh... Madaraaa..." Itachi murmured, his breath fogging up the metal of the car. Madara smirked, then leaned down, kissing along Itachi's neck to his jaw line. Itachi sighed, the hot kisses burning his skin. It was forbidden, of course. Everything they did together. The way they talked, the way they were together... It wasn't right... All of it was wrong. So very wrong... But neither of them cared. Itachi was a school drop out, had stolen tons of the things he has now... And Madara was the leader of one of the world's biggest crime rings and he was wanted in almost every country. They broke the laws all the time, so this wasn't different... Or was it? They hadn't told anyone they were related. Only Sasuke and Itachi's parents knew they were related, but still, they didn't even know their forbidden relationship... They were in love. Whether incest was illegal or not, whether if they were caught and both got arrested... It didn't matter as long as they loved each other... Even after death, they'd never part.
"Madaraa... We can't..." Itachi finally managed to moan when Madara's hands rested over the rim of his pants. Madara paused, looking at him.
"Why not?" He asked, his voice husky and layered with lust. Itachi took a few breaths before continuing.
"Not now, I mean... We're in... Public..."
"Hmm... Good point... That's too bad. I was just going to take you right here and now. Pound into you... Make you moan..." Madara whispered. Itachi replied that with a moan. He'd always had a fetish for Madara's dirty talk. He only allowed Madara to do it anyway... If anyone every called him a slut, he'd easy punch their lights out. But hearing Madara say it made it feel delicious... So sexy... Itachi moaned again when Madara placed a kiss on his shoulder, sucking a tad before he pulled away.
"I'll see you inside... Itachi." Madara teased, pulling away and heading down the sidewalk. Itachi gasped and pushed off the car, whirling to glare at Madara's receding back. It was so upsetting! Madara purposely did that to tease him! Itachi's expression softened. Then again, he also teased his lover. Itachi shook his head and reached out to open Kisame's car again. His cell phone rang, stopping him. He frowned, picking it up.
"Hello?" He asked flatly.
"Itachi, where are you?" It was his father, Fugaku. And he sounded angry.
"I'm at a club... Why?"
"You're supposed to be home!" He was drunk...
"Oh... Sorry. I'm here with Uncle Madara... I'm sure he'll drive me home."
"You better not be hanging around with... What'shisface! That druggy!"
"... Kisame? Dad... He smokes."
"What's the difference? Get home right now!"
"I can't, I'm meeting Madara... I'll be home afterwards."
"No, I need you home now! Your mom is worried!"
"... Mom or you?" Itachi decided he was getting sick of this conversation, then hung up before he father could reply. He shoved his cell phone into his pocket, then unlocked the car, leaning in. He grabbed a wad of cash he had stashed into Kisame's glove compartment, then turned and slammed toe door shut. He shoved the cash into his pocket and headed into the club through the back door. He was eager to see Madara, however, he had to deal with Kisame first. He looked through the crowds of people who flooded in, dancing and drinking. It was going to be easy to find his blue shark friend in the crowd. He scanned the area and found Kisame sitting at the bar, talking to Konan, another member of Akatsuki. Itachi approached the bar. Konan looked up, raising an eyebrow.
"Hey, aren't you underage, kid?" She asked. Itachi threw her a look.
"I'm seventeen..."
"Yea, but-"
"Kisame, here." Itachi handed Kisame some of the cash. Kisame blinked, then grinned.
"Ohhhh, that's good, 'Tachi." He smirked. Konan peered over Kisame's shoulder, her eyes widening at the cash.
"Oh wow! Where did you get all that, kid?" She asked curiously. Itachi averted his eyes to look around the club.
"I have ways." Was his reply. Kisame shoved the cash into his pocket, then pulled out a cigarette and puffed smoke into Itachi's face, making the teen glare at him.
"Nice move, 'Tachi... This'll definitely make Pein a happy man for a while." He said, nodding. Konan smirked.
"A while? Way more than that, Kisa." She said, leaning on the countertop. Itachi looked at them.
"Where's Madara?" He asked.
"Said he was goin' to get a drink." Kisame replied.
"Why?" Konan asked, eyeing Itachi closely. Itachi looked away again.
"No reason... I just wanted to talk to him..." He said quietly, then broke away from the two Akatsuki members, heading toward the other end of the bar. However, he could feel his cell phone vibrating again and rolled his eyes. He walked off to the side, near the hallway that led to the bathroom. He pulled out his cell phone and held it to his ear, covering his other ear so he could hear over the pounding music.
"Hello?" He asked, hoping it wasn't who he thought it was.
"You hung up on me, you faggot!" Damn, it was his father again...
"Dad, not now..."
"You can't smart mouth me! Who do you think helped raise you, huh?!"
"Congratulations. You raised a high school drop out."
"What did you say, boy?!"
"Nothing."
"Come home! NOW! If you don't, then I'll make sure Sasuke gets yelled at for what you did!"
"... I'll be home in a minute. I need to get a ride."
"No, just tell me where you are! I'll pick you up!"
"... You're drunk, you can't drive. I'll be there-"
"Don't fuck around with me! Tell me where you are!"
"Dad-"
"NOW!"
"..." Itachi remained silent for a moment, debating whether he should do it or not. He had to get home before Fugaku decided it was all Sasuke's fault. The middle schooler always got the brunt of Fugaku's fits if Itachi didn't... Itachi gave Fugaku his address quietly into the phone.

"I'll be there in five minutes tops! If you're not waiting outside, I'll go in there and get you! And you don't want that!"
"... Uh huh." Itachi hung up, then sighed. A hand clamped on his shoulder, making him jump a bit. A pair of lips touched his ear.
"It was daddy, wasn't it?" Madara whispered, sounding concerned. Itachi looked at him with a bored expression, then folded his arms over his chest as he turned to face him.
"Yea... He'll be here in five minutes."
"I thought you lived on the other side of the city."
"... I do."
"Then it should take fifteen minutes, especially on a Friday night."
"... He's drunk." Itachi replied honestly. He never lied to Madara. How could he? Besides, Madara would eventually know.
"Maybe you should come home with me then." Madara murmured, the concern in his eyes clashing with a tad of anger. Itachi shook his head.
"No, that'll just make him even madder... It's all right. I can handle it, Madara. I've been able to handle it for the past three years. Look, I guess we'll have to talk some other time..."
"The way Fugaku acts, you won't be able to talk to me until a week from now and I can barely stand being a minute away from you..." Madara said, letting his hand graze Itachi's arm. Itachi sighed, then reached up, tempted to smack Madara's hand away. However, he knew Madara was worried and need some reassurance, so instead, he gently grasped Madara's hand in his.
"It's all right, Madara... I'll be fine. If I don't go, Sasuke will get hurt... And I don't want another death blamed on me." He said quietly, pressing Madara's fingertips to his lower lip. Madara frowned. he knew what that meant. Itachi had been blamed for his best friend's death, even if it wasn't proven in court, everyone still thought it was him. Madara was about to argue, but Itachi kissed his fingertips gently and quickly before it could be seen.
"I'll be all right. I'll call you tonight when I go to bed." Itachi whispered against his fingers, then released him, and seemed to disappear into the crowd. Madara couldn't even find him anymore, then sighed, clenching his fists at his sides.

Meanwhile, Itachi stepped out onto the sidewalk, getting hit with a blast of cold autumn wind. His hair flipped about, his eyes scanning the empty streets. He was tempted to do two things. A) 'Borrow' Kisame's car to get home before Fugaku got there or B) Just run home. However, he knew that would only lead to more trouble and stayed put. He leaned against the side of the building, shoving a hand in his pocket. It passed five minutes before Fugaku finally drove there. He pulled up along side the street in a crappy used car. Itachi pushed off the building and got into the car. Fugaku had been drinking for sure. When he opened the door, a beer bottle or two fell from the car. Itachi rolled his eyes and got in. Fugaku glared at him.
"We just lost twenty cents because of you!" He accused, referring to Itachi not picking up the bottles that rolled out onto the street. Itachi shook his head, pulling on his seat belt.
"You don't take them back anyway." He muttered, leaning back in the seat. Fugaku only snorted, then started the car, taking off down the street. The car ride wasn't silent, sadly for Itachi.
"Why did you leave?! You were supposed to stay home and help your mother make dinner! And make Sasuke do his homework! That boy is smart, staying in school and making better friends! But you...! Itachi, you were supposed to be his example! And now look at you!" Fugaku was rambling. Itachi leaned against the car door, rolling down the window to let the blasting wind drown out his father's words.
"Itachi, you better be listening to me! Itachi, can you hear me?!" Fugaku was shouting over the wind. Itachi closed his eyes and rolled up the window partway. He looked at his father, annoyed.
"Itachi, you have to listen to me. I'm your father and-"
"Don't give me that bullcrap." Itachi replied flatly. Fugaku frowned.
"Itachi, are you listening to me?"
"Yes, I'm listening."
"No, you're not! You didn't answer me!"
"Answer what?"
"My question!"
"What question?"
"You idiot! Only stupid people don't listen! You're worthless!" Fugaku fumed, hitting the breaks and making a screeching sound as they stop in front of their apartment. Itachi winced, grabbing onto the edge of the car.
"What the Hell...?" He seethed past clenched teeth. Fugaku reached out, grabbing Itachi's seatbelt, jerking hard. Itachi tried to refrain from choking.
"You aren't listening to me, Itachi!"
"I am to. You never asked any questions." Itachi answered slowly. Fugaku rolled his eyes and released his seatbelt, kicking the door open. Bottles crashed to the street, breaking. Itachi got out as well, rubbing his neck a bit. He followed Fugaku to their apartment room. When they walked in, Itachi's mother, Mikoto jumped from the couch.
"Itachi! Where were you?! I was sooo worried!" She cried, throwing her arms around Itachi's neck. Itachi let her cling to him, not bothering to answer any questions. Fugaku rolled his eyes and he locked the door behind him.
"Let 'em go, Mikoto. I need to talk to him." He muttered. Mikoto released her son immediately, more scared of Fugaku than she was concerned for her son.
"Fugaku, you're not gonna hurt him, are you?" She stammered. Fugaku gave a drunken smile to reassure his wife.
"Of course not... We're only going to talk..."
"Okay, I'll go tell Sasuke to stay in his room." Mikoto answered timidly, then ran to Sasuke's bedroom, completely unconcerned. Itachi watched her go, his hands at his sides.
"... You shouldn't lie to her like that..." He murmured. Fugaku smacked him across the face, making his head snap to the side. Itachi didn't flinch and looked back at his angry father.
"You're stupid! Idiotic! You're a moron! I won't allow you to leave for a full three weeks!"
"... Did you say that three weeks ago?"
"Shut up!" SMACK!
"Well, it's true..."
"You're such a worthless child! Go make me something to eat and get me a beer!"
"Haven't you had enough?"
"Don't tell me what is enough and what isn't!" SMACK!
"... Right... Sorry." Itachi ignored the stinging pain that electrified his head, then walked into the kitchen. He pulled out a bowl of leftovers from the fridge, heating it up. He wrapped his pinkie around the nose of a beer bottle and carried the items into the living room. Fugaku was on the couch now, changing the channels on the TV. Itachi set the food on the coffee table and turned to go to his room, but Fugaku grabbed his arm, jerking him down in the seat beside him on the couch.
"Stay put, boy! I never said you could leave!" He snapped angrily, jerking his arm around Itachi's shoulders to keep him in place. Itachi looked away from the TV as his father put it on an adult channel.
"Do you see that, Itachi?" Fugaku asked as he popped open the beer bottle, taking a gulp. Itachi looked at the screen, then away quickly.
"... See what?" He asked, annoyed. Fugaku jerked on his shoulders, pulling the boy's hair a tad.
"That, you faggot. See that? That's what women exist for."
"Oh."
"Yup. Your mom was a good lay too."
"... It's too bad she got pregnant with Sasuke and I, hm?"
"You're tellin' me! It would have been so much better if she didn't cuz we'd a been rich if we didn't have to send ya both to school."
"I'll bet."
"Damn, your mom was so fine once upon a time. She was so fun."
"Mm hm." Itachi was listening, but only because he thought it was funny how Fugaku didn't even care what he was saying. He didn't like how Fugaku talked about his mother like that, but it was worth listening to.
"What makes me wonder is I wonder what it'd be like to get your brother."
"Mm- What?" Itachi blinked, looking at him. Fugaku took a big gulp of beer, letting a few droplets go down his chin and along his neck.
"Ya know, I wonder if both you and Sasuke are like your ma."
"... What'd you mean?"
"Don't be stupid," His father was getting a lisp now that he was drunk and it was almost hard to understand him, "Jo ma... She wasth a good lay, Isth was sayin'. I wonder if jo like jo ma... You an Sasukee."
"... Maybe you should go to sleep. You're really drunk."
"I am not drunk!" Fugaku shouted suddenly, then relaxed again, gripping Itachi's shoulder tightly. Itachi frowned, then slowly started to pull away.
"Well, then I'll go to bed. It's almost two in the morning..."
"Oh no, you won't!" Fugaku spat, jerking him back. Itachi stumbled from his position and fell over, falling back against Fugaku's chest. Fugaku hiccupped, then finished off his last bottle of beer, throwing it against the torn tile floor, making it crash. He brought his free hand to Itachi's chin, taking it roughly.
"Jo're too soft..." He muttered. Itachi reached up, daring to smack his hand away.
"Leave me alone." He snapped, attempting to get up again, but Fugaku jerked him back down.
"Don't talk to meee liek taatht!" He drawled a loud, pulling Itachi back down on the couch again. Itachi glared at him.
"I said, leave me alone!" He raised his voice. Something he never did unless he was truly angry. He jerked away from Fugaku's stunned grip, making a move for his room by going down the hallway. However, Fugaku caught up with him and grabbed the back of his shirt, jerking hard. Itachi stumbled, losing his balance and tumbling backwards on the floor. Fugaku glared down at him.
"Don't talk to me, liek taaht! Jo're gonna listen to meee and jo're gonna watching this with mee! Gots it?!" He barked, his speech slurring horribly. Itachi forced himself to his feet, stumbling a bit. The wind had been knocked from his lungs when he hit the floor and it was making his head throb. Fugaku grabbed his shirt again and jerked hard, ripping the material, slamming Itachi into a wall in the process.
"Jo're in a lots of truohble! Stayin' out late a' niiight, bein' a fasget! Dropsin from deh scoohl! Jo're stupid, 'Tachi!" He shouted, spitting in Itachi's face while he spoke. Itachi winced, but mostly from the smell of alcohol on his father's breath. He pushed on Fugaku's chest, making him stumble back and hit the wall behind him. Itachi made another dart for his room, but Fugaku, who had fallen down, grabbed Itachi's ankle. Itachi slammed into the floor, cringing in pain. He made an attempt to get up, but Fugaku pulled him by his ankle. It was like the monster Itachi thought he had under his bed when he was five; pulling him toward the darkness he never wanted to see. Never wanted to meet. The monster that wanted to kill him.... The monster who he realized was living with him all along. Itachi squeezed his eyes shut as Fugaku jerked him again, closer this time. He managed to stumble and crush Itachi under his drunken weight by now. He hovered over Itachi, grabbing Itachi's wrists tightly.
"Jo're not gettin' uhway fis tiem, 'Tachi!" Fugaku slurred as he dug his nails into Itachi's wrists, causing blood to seem past his crescent moon cuts. Itachi glared up at him now.
"Get off me!" He snapped at him, then brought his knee up into Fugaku's stomach. Fugaku gasped, releasing his wrists to hold his stomach and collapse off him. Itachi scrambled to his feet, whirling around. He made it to his bedroom door and practically tore the door off its hinges to get inside. He put his hand on the doorframe, pushing himself inside the room. Unfortunately, Fugaku was on his feet by now and was grabbing the door. He pulled the door the wrong way, pulling it shut. Itachi jammed his teeth into his lower lip, releasing a groan of pain. The door flew back open. Itachi collapsed to his knees, holding his hand. It had been smashed in the door. Blood seeped from the cuts in his knuckles, the bones in his fingers had ripped through the skin, breaking through his knuckles. Itachi trembled in pain, trying to keep that calm composure. Fugaku was panicking now.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck." He was cursing, seeming to becoming sober by the horrible accident. He got on his knees beside Itachi.
"It's bleeding! Oh, we need to call the doctor! Mikoto, call the hospital!" Fugaku shouted, then looked back at Itachi's hand. He winced, then pushed Itachi's other hand off it, taking the mangled hand in his own.
"Itachi... Itachi, I'm so sorry..." Fugaku murmured. Itachi only shook his head furiously.
"It's fine... It's fine, really..." He managed to choke out, trying to keep the tears at bay. Fugaku flinched as guilt settled on his shoulders like a heavy hammer. He gently caressed Itachi's hand in both of his, hoping the blood would stop if he applied the proper amount of pressure to the wounds.
"Itachi... I'm sorry..."
"Why're you apologizing," Itachi forced the words out slowly, "You... You didn't do anything, dad..."
"Yes, I did! I got drunk again! I didn't mean to, Itachi... It's just life is so hard..."
"I know... Mnghhh..." Itachi stopped to groan, holding his head down. Fugaku panicked some more.
"Itachi?! Itachi, what's wrong?!" He demanded, holding Itachi's hand to his chest against his shirt. Itachi hunched over, gritting his teeth.
"It... It hurts..."
"I know, I'm sorry! Your mother is calling the ambulance! They'll be here soon! I promise!" Fugaku tried, but knew it wouldn't help ease the pain of the obviously broken hand. Itachi let the nails on his free hands dig into the carpet of his room as he tried to force back the tears. He released another groan slash choked sob, then finally allowed the darkness to engulf him as he slumped to the side, falling against his father.
"Itachi!"

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A/N: This is my first upload on ! I hope I did this write. Like I said. There is some OOC in this. I tried to keep them in character as best as I could, but it's a little hard sometimes. Er, uh… I don't know what else to put. So… See ya in the next chapter! :D