So, this is my first fan fiction… Err… tell me if it's any good, interesting or if I should just give up on life. Itamada / sasunaru, because I love those pairings. If you don't like Itamada then you should go to my profile and click the link on there and if that doesn't change your mind, then sorry, because Itamada is 70% of this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Escaping a Dead End.

It was dark and pouring rain as Itachi took the kunai form Madara's chest and watched as the blood flooded from the wound and mixed with the water that had fallen from the sky. He knew he was a pawn all along. He'd been a pawn his whole damned life, all twenty-three years of it. Itachi had done every job thrown at him, and the only thing he had left on his agenda was death. It was a very depressing thought, really.

He sighed.

It didn't matter how saddening it was, though. He was Uchiha-freaking-Itachi, and control was something he wasn't allowed.

Death.

Death was all that awaited him. Death by Sasuke's hand; his foolish little brother. He frowned behind his stoic mask. If Sasuke knew the truth of what he had done, it would crush him, and all of his control. Itachi knew what losing that control felt like, the hopelessness it brought on. He wouldn't do that to Sasuke. And as soon as he died, he knew the one to inform his foolish little brother of the truth would be the bastard lying next to him, gasping for air as blood filled his lungs, telling Sasuke of how his brother of how he, Uchiha Itachi, was nothing but a tool. Even now as he waits for the day he gets assassinated, he is doing what someone wants him to do. It would just be easier if Sasuke hated him.

A cough reminded him of who was slowly dying next to him. Uchiha Madara. The man who, in exchange for Itachi sparing him, helped him all those years ago. The one Itachi came to trust, the one to follow him through the Uchiha complex and kill the ones who would attempt to sneak up on him. Only he and Madara knew about it.

He was interrupted from his reminiscing when Madara attempted to remove his mask, possibly to use sharingan. That, or he simply wanted to remove it to breathe better, either way, Itachi breaks his wrist before he can even touch his mask and sighs in response to Madara's growl in pain.

Itachi looks over the only person who has ever helped him in any way with anything.

He wasn't stronger than Madara, no, but knowing a weakness when attacking was always helpful in a takedown. He simply snuck up on him with a few tricks up his sleeve, something Itachi was known to be superior at. He realized that Madara's disappearing act had a slight pattern, but a very subtle one. He even had to use sharingan to catch it. The first time Madara uses the technique in battle, you can see, by the way he leans, where or in which direction he transports to. So Itachi made a plan, because knowing how Madara needed a pawn like him, he was aware that the other sharingan bearer wouldn't just let him fulfill his desire. So, before he could do anything, step one was to get his former mentor out of his way.

Itachi had heard the theories of alternate dimensions, especially within the circle of his family elders, and as an adolescent, he wondered about what a different world would be like. Were there ninjas there also? Would the other dimension's Itachi live his own life?

He left the thought at just a day dream until he overheard why the elders were talking of such worlds. They had perfected a jutsu, a forbidden one, which was similar to Mangekyou that would take you to the other world. He at first thought it was bullshit until the details and seals of the jutsu actually made sense. Like the Mangekyou, you would be transported to a different dimension, but two things were different.

One; the dimension you are taken to would not be one you make up in your mind like the Mangekyou. It would not be just you and your victim in some universe of torture, and you did not control space or time; everything was real.

Two; instead of just your mind, your mind and body were transported and placed into the you of that dimension.

And Itachi was going to do it. He didn't know all of the consequences but for once in his "yes master" life, he didn't want to think of consequences that came with his actions. Call it a rebellion if you must, but it didn't matter. He was going to feel something besides hopelessness if it killed him.

He pulled the scroll out of his Akatsuki cloke and began the sharingan-memorized hand signs… Only to find he didn't have enough chakra, or energy for that matter. God damn it.

He never said it was an easy battle with his fellow Uchiha, it had almost killed him multiple times during the fight, and that bastard was still alive and kicking… Well, twitching.

Then Itachi had an idea, thinking of Madara.

He had snuck up on the man and fulfilled the first step of the plan by getting Madara caught up in talking about the bijuu and getting him distracted, which was a lot more difficult now that he had given up the "Tobi is a good boy" act. And out of nowhere he threw a kunai at Madara, not aiming anywhere specifically, who in turn of course disappeared. Right where Itachi guessed he would, too. Itachi knew he was lucky to have half as much chakra as he did, but seeing as how he had the upper hand before the battle even started it was expected for him to come out victorious. He wasn't called a genius for nothing.

Still, he scowled a bit, it wasn't enough. He looked at Madara again. Perfect. Itachi got up and limped two or three steps over towards the prone form of what he could call a former mentor of his and straddled the man. Madara grunted in pain and vainly attempted to strike the younger man carelessly sitting upon his wounds, but his arms were grabbed and promptly shoved above his head, where they were held by Itachi, which did not help the pain of his broken wrist –courtesy of Uchiha Itachi. Breathing was getting more difficult of a task with blood spurting from his mouth and with the inability to use his hands, he couldn't remove his mask. Itachi was either oblivious to this, or just didn't give a shit. The latter was the most promising correct answer.

Madara leaned back further against the mud as the rain continued to more down onto him and Itachi from the darkness of the sky. Itachi plastered on a creepy smile as he did some strange hand signs and focused not only his chakra this time, he removed his glove and began to ease his fingers to the hole in Madara's mask. He needed skin-to-skin contact for this to work and the man he was sitting on happened to be covered almost everywhere. He felt his fingertips make contact with Madara's closed eye. It was tensed, and he probably thought Itachi was going to take the eye. Itachi was going to take the remaining chakra, not the eye. Madara felt himself being drained and as Itachi removed his hand, Madara saw the creepy smile fade to a blissful one. He still didn't understand why this battle had started. He felt bad for the boy, who must've just snapped or something. But the smile still for some reason looked blissful, well, as much so as you could imagine Uchiha Itachi.

Itachi was in fact in bliss as he watched the scroll glow a bit and himself begin to fade from this world. He noticed Madara was fading also, but he knew the man wasn't going to make it to the other dimension with him, so it was nothing to worry about. And as he thought everything was going to go smooth and painless, both simultaneously screamed in agony as their sharingan much too rapidly evolved into Mangekyou. However, neither of them had time to ponder upon why the fuck that happened, because his and Madara's bodies already faded…

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At the moment, Sasuke and Naruto were in the same environment as their first reunion. Right before The Kyuubi in Naruto's mind. Sasuke was trying to push Naruto into the mental cage of the growling fox demon within him. Sasuke had him pinned against one of the large bars, Naruto's face was down, not looking Sasuke in the face. He didn't exactly want to kill him; he'd admitted already that Naruto was his best friend. The only person that Sasuke felt anything for besides hatred. He didn't want anyone, especially the dobe, knowing that though. He knew Naruto would use it against him somehow to get him back. He had a hunch that the blonde already knew that Sasuke couldn't really hurt him though. That's probably why the dobe wasn't showing any fear of being thrown in the Kyuubi's den.

He put his forehead to the blonde's in a slightly violent manner, half trying to head-butt him. Still pinning Naruto's hands behind him, he cursed. "Damn it, Naruto! Why can't you just leave me behind? Get it through your dense skull! I'm not coming back to Konoha with you!" With that, Naruto finally got the nerve to push Sasuke back, still not looking at him. Sasuke stared back at the blonde, when he notices something drop from Naruto's face and splash into the two-foot-deep mind water.

Naruto was crying.

Sasuke stepped forward and lowered his head so he could see Naruto's face, which was indeed dripping tears. The raven cursed the soft spot he had for his childhood friend. His rival. He sighed and put away the kunai he had pulled out when Naruto pushed him and walked up closer to the fox boy. Before Sasuke could do anything, Naruto raised his head and glared at the raven, catching him off guard.

"Sasuke…" Mumbled Naruto, his voice hoarse from either anger or crying, "I will never, never leave you behind. You will always have a place in my heart, whether you like it or not, and it's not some bond that you're allowed to sever, Teme." Sasuke looked away at the mention of his 'nick-name'. Naruto always made forgetting things like this difficult. Before Sasuke knew it, Naruto had his arms around his neck. The idiot was hugging him. Son of a bitch.

Sasuke damned the blonde, and what he was about to do. The traitor grabbed his sword and began to aim it for the idiot's neck. As if knowing this, Naruto buried his face further into the raven's neck and grit his teeth, waiting for the blow. Sasuke bit his lip, "…Dobe." But as he was going to plunge the sword into his friend, he jerked back in pain, as if thinking Naruto did it.

Sasuke threw down his sword in favor of clutching his eyes. "Gah, shit!" Sasuke cursed. Naruto was thrown back, landing on his butt in the mind water. He got back up and raced over to his friend. "Sasuke?" Naruto raced back over to him and removed one of his hands, to reveal bleeding, spinning eyes. The blonde gasped before he noticed something else. "…Sasuke…"

"What?"

Naruto didn't even seem to notice Sasuke's tone as he made the raven look at himself. The Uchiha's Mangekyou eyes widened. His body was fading, for no reason…

He looked accusingly at Naruto, who shrugged and was equally confused. The blonde was also beginning to fade, but at a slower rate than him. As they look around, they noticed the whole room was beginning to fade. Naruto looked at Kyuubi, "Fox, what's going on?" He got a frustrated growl in return.

"Why the hell would I know, brat? It's got something to do with that kid!"

Naruto swiftly looked over to his friend to find that he was almost completely disappeared. "Sasuke!" Naruto was going to try and grasp at him, but then noticed that he himself wasn't even half there anymore. He began to panic. "What the fuck is going on?" He cried desperately.

Only to find that no one was there. And then, neither was he.

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Itachi awoke in what seemed to be a bed. He looked up at the ceiling. His mind told him that this unfamiliar place wasn't his home, but a hotel. He briefly wondered why he was in a hotel when he heard a groan, and looked over. He looked, from the bed, out of a window and noticed he wasn't on ground level, maybe the 6th floor of a hotel. His eyes widened a bit, for he had never even heard of an inn that had more than two or three floors. He smiled. 'It worked?' Then he realized that he was not alone in his bed, thus the sound of a groan he heard. A woman who apparently had long brown hair was buried under covers. She turned and peeked from under the blanket and sat up, giving him a greeting.

The woman leaned in and kissed him chastely, then got up and stretched, "Good morning." A much too masculine voice said. Itachi's eyes widened a fraction as a slim, naked male winked at him before getting up and wondering off to another room. He didn't have a big problem with the fact that he had most likely slept with that man, but with the fact that he had never even thought of a sexual relationship with any one, male or female. It hit him that in this world he really did have a choice in what he wanted to do, or in this case, who he wanted to do. He gave a contented sigh and sank back into the covers.

"Sweet freedom…"

Alrighty then… crap? Should I keep going with it? It's my first fanfic, so I'd like to know what everyone thinks of the first chapter… just leave a review.

~SaLEm