Title: From the Screen;
Author: Elesiel and Morphia Spellbinder;
Rating: MA for later chapters;

Pairings: Itachi – OC;

Feedback: loved and welcome;

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and its characters as well as make no money off this; however the plot and original character in this story do belong to me and my lovely co-writer Morphia, so to use those you will have to ask really nicely.

Warning: the story is YAOI, don't like – don't read;

A/N:

Like that – are the thoughts;

"Like that" – the speech

Orange like summer day's sun eyes looked at the screen with messed emotion of curiosity, sadness and lust in them. On the screen Itachi for the n-th time was beating the life out of his idiot brother Sasuke.

The person before the screen shrugged. He paused the play at the big plan of said Itachi and looked at the screen for a long moment. Then nodded to his thoughts and started to move about the room he was in, getting ready for a trip…

For the unskilled eyes, Itachi would seem at ease, asleep maybe, taking a nap outside at the tree trunk. None of that would be correct, though. Bored to his very being, Itachi was waiting, almost lurking in the shadows as he waited for something or someone to make his day more interesting. The wind blew lightly around him, making the tree tops dance and a slight sound of peace rose all around. Yes, this could be heaven, if it weren't so dull. No animals were near, probably feeling the immense chakra that swirled within and around the dark figure, and deciding to stay out of his reach. His sharingan was off for now, but was ready to be used at anytime…

Orange eyes opened wide and a panicked scream escaped him as Tesla saw where his powers teleported him. It was true that he could access any world created by the human mind but he could never control the place or the circumstances he would "land" in. All he could do was add theoretical situation in the world he wanted to move to and pray that he would not end up in the middle of some massacre. That is why he stayed in perfect physical form all the time. He was first at running and jumping in almost every competition he could get in. He could ride almost anything that moved including if that something was alive. So although his first instinctive reaction was scream when he found himself falling from the sky in the direction of what looked like a forest. He quickly hid his head to take as little damage as he could...

Red Sharingan flared as Itachi's eyes opened, almost lazily, at the sound he'd heard. It sounded almost like a person falling from the sky, but that was absurd. A small smile rose on his face. There went his boredom.

He took his time in getting to his feet and then jumped towards the sound he'd heard, becoming almost invisible with his incredible speed. He noted the sound of impact. It sure sounded like someone had just fallen from the sky and into the woods.

"Ita-ta-ta-ta!" Tesla voiced under his breath checking if every part of his body was in its original place. He was lucky to not break something as he fell down those trees. But he got several scratches, some of them pretty deep and bleeding. "Damn. All I need now is bleeding and no way to take care of it." He muttered, tossing his long bangs away from his face with the back of his hand. "Ok first things first. Seems like my backpack is ok, so if I look carefully I should have some bandages although no medicine to stop the bleeding itself. I am still not really used to the need to have those as well." He shrugged looking in his backpack for first aid kit.

For Itachi's ninja senses, the unstoppable rumbling from the not very cautious man was very noisy; he spotted him right away and watched him from the bushes. From his looks Itachi could almost believe the person had actually landed into the forest from thin air, there were leaves all tangled in the boy's messy cream colored hair and bruises decorated his face.

Although the man he was watching displayed no ninja powers or tendency, he seemed to be in good enough shape, his muscles were correctly developed, long and well practiced. Those eyes, curiously odd colored, showed lightness and ease which hid, quite well, a number of hard-earned experience.

He shook his head lightly, removing unnecessarily unthinkable thoughts from his mind and focusing on his 'prey'. It was a nice looking prey, he thought, that might even be of some challenge. He would have fun with him for a little, until he gets bored again, and then he can kill him, or something.

"Yo," – He called with his rich, low voice, making his presence known as he walked out of his hiding spot, and then jumping to stand by that stranger. His movement unseen due to the breath taking speed. "You seem to be in a bit of trouble," he said, concealing his smugness at the obvious weakness of his prey. It's almost too easy, but just almost, he thought to himself.

Tesla almost jumped 3-feet up, but got a hold of himself enough to just turn around slowly, not making unnecessary movements to avoid letting the one that spoke to him have any reason to attack him. The language the other used to speak to him automatically became understandable and he could use it, but as he never spoke in it before his pronunciation was kind of funny.

"Hello..." Then he saw who it was and lost his breath for a while. After a moment Tesla forced his lungs to take some air in, to help him take a hold of himself. With a little shaky voice he then spoke. "I just arrived," he said, not telling extra details but not lying as well. He figured out long time ago that lying will only bring misfortunes, as some of other worlds' habitants could tell if what he was telling was truth and because it was simply tiresome to remember all the time what story you made and to whom you told this particular one. Also if he told them about his abilities they would try to use him. That he did not need at all. "So I am a little lost. And... My arrival wasn't very comfortable." He added frowning at his bruises.

"If you asked my opinion," Itachi said slowly, as always, taking his time "I'd say you just dropped from the sky." He said, highly disbelieving he'd just said something like that to this man. He paused for a moment, his expression as unreadable and blank as always, and his sharingan was no where to be seen.

"More importantly, you're bleeding, you'll attract animals. First patch up, then you'll explain to me exactly who you are." He then said, handing the stranger some bandages and sterilizers and finding a tree to sit down next to, the other will manage by himself, he was sure, watching would be just enough for him.

Tesla looked at Itachi from the corner of his eyes, quickly bandaging his injuries. He may not be a warrior but he did like to travel and it made him really good at those first aid skills. I need to find a way to tell him something interesting but not to unbelievable. He thought to himself trying not to drool. Oh God, I would never dream to see him without sharingan! The attempts failed miserably,after all he came to this world especially to meet this gorgeous although very unstable and dangerous ninja.

Itachi sat by his tree quietly. Completely aware of his surrounding and the other's eyes 'stealthily' looking at him. His gaze was set firm on the light haired man, face devoid of emotions or recognition. In fact he was quite curious, but he'd be damned if anyone was to know it. He wondered what kind of story this weird looking man would have to tell him, and waited patiently for him to finish attending to the flesh wounds.

Tesla finished and bowed to Itachi gratefully handing him the rest of the bandages. "Thank you." He spoke softly, sending the other a shy look. He couldn't help but be that way. Damn I am acting like some pinky girl! He growled inwardly, unable to change it though.

Suspicion rose within Itachi at this behavior, but he kept it under-toned, just as he did with the rest of his emotions mostly.

"You can keep them," he said, "You never know when you might need them." His tone was dismissive and flat.

"Now that you're patched up – who are you?" he asked. He registered a sort of familiarity in the other's act, as if the stranger already knew him somehow, and a decision was made inside him that he would figure this man out before he kills him off.

"Oh sorry. Where are my manners?" The young man spoke. "My name is Tesla. I am 19 years old." He bowed taking some of the eastern manners he's learned from his Japanese friends and anime.

A pause of, well you could call it recognition, was then followed by one short word from the ninja.

"Itachi," was all he said. The other's unnatural manners also added to the curiosity within Itachi, one which he was not used to at all. Obviously he didn't bow back, he was superior, and the other seemed to know that.

Tesla almost told the other he already knew his name and many other things. He was not surprised that the ninja acted so superior, nothing else did he expect from Itachi, but his heart already got captured and so that little dreamy state of "what if?" already started to bloom in his mind. He shoved it away to be able to at least survive the next few days. Tesla knew that as soon as the ninja finds him boring he would probably be dead, or left alone in the middle of nowhere as it seemed Itachi only killed the ones that were interesting to kill.

"Did something happen to your voice? I do remember clearly telling you to explain to me who you are and how you got here. There're almost no humans this deep in this forest." Itachi said at last, standing up and looking left and right, the stranger might not have noticed, but it was already time to find a safe place for the night, and Itachi knew that he'd gathered a handicap when he approached this person. Alone he could sleep anywhere, but with a weak man by him, it was out of the question. "We walk," he then stated, waiting for the stranger to get to his feet. He did hope the other wasn't so badly hurt that he could not walk.

Tesla nodded shortly, moving to stand up and placing his backpack comfortably on his back. Then he raised a brow at Itachi, he may know the other could kill him in the blink of an eye, but he still was a very proud youth.

"I just told you who I am and it seems you did hear me." He told the other half-waiting to be at least hurt badly for that outburst.

In a blink of an eye Tesla was pinned to a tree by a single hand of Itachi, pressing on his throat exactly not enough to kill him off immediately.

"You seem to not realize your place, Tesla." Itachi said in his low voice, almost whispering the words venomously, ignoring any struggle the other might've put up. "You know well enough you haven't answered my question fully." He continued.

"When I'm around, my rules apply." He said, letting go of Tesla and turning his back at the man, starting to walk off in a slow rhythm, allowing the other to follow him if he still wanted to do so.

Tesla coughed a little, letting his lungs get enough air again. Then he followed Itachi but was still stubbornly silent, not really sure what he could tell the other. And although he knew that was to come from ninja he did not like that attitude at all…

"I came from a far away place." He spoke at last, his voice thoughtful as if he was remembering something.

It was strange but he already missed his world. It was unusual for him. But now he was thinking about how it could be if Itachi was someone from the same world as Tesla himself.

"Hn," Itachi granted a short reply as he walked on. "Which village?" he asked, not yet realizing how far away the other was from, but a very small bit deep inside him managed to see that Tesla was homesick. He didn't know how to react to it. He'd never had to show sympathy to anyone, other than maybe Sasuke. The short memory of Sasuke made a small surprising sting of pain run through him, only years of practice were what allowed him to keep a straight, apathetic face.

Tesla shrugged, getting rid of the homesickness and making his brain turn on.

"It is not the village," He answered following the ninja almost step in step as he knew how dangerous the woods could be. "Well you could call it a huge village I suppose." He added more to himself. "And I don't think its name will tell you anything, sorry." He spoke making sure his voice was respectful enough to soften the words.

A perfect brow rose at that, this Tesla guy sure seemed very foreign to him.

"How does a weak man like yourself, get to these woods from a place far enough for me not to know?" he asked. He might've used other phrasing, but it didn't really matter to him.

"Usually we use techniques." Tesla answered half seriously. He wasn't offended by others words. He knew he was weak from the ninja's point of view, especially this specific one. But actually he wasn't that weak, more like he did not know how to use his body the way Itachi and the ninjas of this world would.

"Techniques?" Itachi queried, half curious, half bored with this conversation. There was a small shelter he'd known about a couple of minutes' walk from where they were, and Itachi lead his new odd companion there. He did remember that there was only one bed there, but figured he'd just sleep on the floor or something, he's used to it after all. He didn't speak of that place yet, as they were about to get there anyway, and just waited for the other's reply.

Tesla thought about it for a little. "Yes. I think it is the word you would use for it." He spoke at last, making sure to remember direction they were going. It was clear for him that at the moment Itachi did not mean to kill him, but you could never predict the way his mind would turn in the few next minutes, so better get to know things around him as fast as possible.

Itachi didn't reply to that, he will have to check about these techniques later, as right now the shelter he was leading them to was coming into view.

"We're here," he said, opening the door and walking straight in. Outside, the day's light was quickly fading into the night's darkness. He walked to the farthest corner, clad in shadows, and slumped down, back to the wall, observing the other's actions closely.

Tesla looked around the shelter, he was glad Itachi decided to take him in for awhile. For him it is probably like taking some puppy from the street. He then looked at Itachi, putting his bag down next to him. His leg was throbbing with pain from several especially deep injuries and it was getting hard for him to stand, not to mention move. But he showed no sign of any discomfort waiting for the ninja to speak as it was his place and Tesla wasn't the one to disrespect the other's property.

"Why are you looking at me like that? We're staying here for the night, so you better make yourself comfortable." Itachi said. He'd noticed the pain the other was suffering from, but didn't refer to it, as he saw how hard the other had worked in efforts to conceal it. As for himself, he was rather comfortable in his dark corner, so he kept his look on Tesla, waiting to see what he would do now.

Tesla gave a short nod and moved to sit near the wall; far enough from the exit but across from the ninja so the other could continue his examination. "Thank you," he spoke quietly, getting a blanket from his backpack and cuddling in it, ready to fall asleep as pain was getting the best of him and he felt strangely safe with Itachi there.

Stupid, Itachi thought seeing Tesla cuddling. The scent of blood was all over the place, but he was used to it, due to his life's nature. He stood up and walked over to Tesla. Determined to not appear soft or considerate, he grabbed Tesla by the arm and pulled him to his feet quickly. "Stupid, there's a bed here, sleep on it." He said, shoving Tesla onto the bed, "Your wounds are very painful aren't they?" he said harshly. "It needs to be treated. Show me your leg." He continued, grabbing some first aid things from his bag, going on and on in his mind about how stupid this situation is and why the hell did he get in to it to begin with.

Tesla winced when he was pulled without any warning, his leg not happy about the movement at all. He was actually confused that Itachi acted and not ignored his discomfort. So blame it on the confusion, he obliged and let other check on his leg. And blame it on the same confusion, pain and how breathtakingly beautiful the ninja was that he couldn't stop his fingers from touching the other's soft, black as a moonless night hair softly; wonderment in his eyes and on his face.

"Don't get any funny ideas," Itachi said coldly, finishing his treatment to Tesla's leg, which now looked much more organized than the messed, hasty bandaging Tesla had applied to himself. He grabbed Tesla's hand and pulled it away from his hair, putting it on the bed. "Sleep." He said, standing up and walking back to his dark corner where he'd planned to sleep that night, only his eyes twinkled dangerously from the shadows, keeping his alert high, since nighttime was the liveliest time in the forest.

Tesla felt disappointed as his hand was moved away, but not surprised by it. He did not move from the position the ninja left his body in, just his eyes traveled with Itachi. He had to turn his head so his eyes could stay on the dark figure in the shadows in the corner. And strangely even though Itachi's eyes were sending dangerous gazes in all directions he felt safe, actually safer then even at home in his own bed.

Tesla started to drift in to the dream land with his eyes locked on the others face, a soft smile finding its way on to his sleepy features. "Good night." He whispered almost not audibly, his eyes closing slowly and the picture of the ninja in his mind.

Baffled by the other's odd behavior, Itachi had to force his thoughts back to keeping watch, he couldn't afford to think about the hand that stroked through his hair or the smiling face that said good night without a hint of fear even with knowing the force and brutality the ninja had, and Itachi had no doubt Tesla knew of his force and brutality.

TBC…