Hallo! It's my first time to write a thing between Madara and Itachi and probably they're OC. Anyway, I hope you like it and SORRY for stupid mistakes and things like that. : )
-R.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I owned it, I would never kill Itachi or the best characters, which are dead now. *SOOOBS*
If I had you.
A little danger's never stopped me before.
Seduced by hypnotic eyes and a kissto die for.
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Madara Uchiha, the dangerous and merciless killer- who actually loves to drink, practice boxing, hardly trusts people and is popular like God- almost has no friends. He thinks the people are going to make him weak. He doesn't want to be weak. Not to mention emotions. He just enjoys one-night-sex and after the spent night, he's paying to the person he slept with. No, he never, never slept with prostitutes and he will never sleep with one. Madara just doesn't want to have any connections with the person. He's also feeling the need to pay. Sometimes he's becoming too brutal while sex.
The only person he's having feeling for is his brother, Izuna Uchiha, and only brotherly love. Nothing more. Their father died in fight with his now-ish friend, Hashirama Senju's father. They both died in fight against each other. Madara was small those days and remembers almost nothing. He just knows that after years he took control over the things his dad was doing.
His family was always rich. Damn rich, they even didn't know how millions they have or billionaires. That's why Madara is always walking with guards, Izuna too. Just in case. It's not that Madara can't protect himself, no. He's really, really powerful possibly more that the guards with him, but still. He hates to make his perfect leather black gloves dirty.
Usually, the Uchihas and the Senjus hates themselves and fight, but Madara and Hashirama hated that and sighed piece over the two families. As kids, the two of them secretly had meetings. During their meeting they were playing or training or talking. With much and much talking they came to conclusion that both of them hated the fights. They promised to make it go away one day and when they leaded their own families did the piece they wanted.
They stayed close friends up to now. Hashirama is so close to Madara and bores him to death sometimes with his positivity and friendly nature. Of course the Senju man is rich too. Often they have weird ideas.
One morning Madara woke up wanting to have a coffee in Paris and eat croissants on 'Champs-Élysées' street and maybe go shopping there. He called Hashirama and the man came in Madara's mansion less than 10 minutes. They took money and went to the airport, saw the first flight to Paris, reserved it, first class, of course. They ate, shopped and when they got bored they turned back to their country. Holding their tons of bags both smiled to each other and without saying anything they both knew what the other was thinking 'It's good to be rich'. Hashirama smiled more brightly, because knowing Madara all his life it was ABSOLUTELY rare to see him smile, even a little.
...
Madara sits alone in one of the most expensive clubs in the town, on his VIP lounge, drinking whiskey. He sits alone, because he's pissed from everything and everyone. Less than four hours, his beloved brother informed him that he's dating his friend's little brother. None other than Tobirama Senju. Madara hates him, with all his heart. That man is bugging the life out of him. Madara tried to kill him couples of times, but he was always stopped by Hashirama. Madara again remembers that now Izuna is dating Tobirama and angrily throws the glass with whiskey on the floor, furious. That didn't went unnoticed and just second later his guard appeared in front of him asking him if he's alright.
"Of course I am. I want more whiskey, call the waiter." Madara says to them and one of the guards calls waiter.
Madara is doing something on his IPhone, nervously writing and cursing the phone in his mind. You can be sure that his IPhone is one in the whole word, made special for him with diamond and specific arts on it. Expensive more than every else phone. But still, Madara is Madara. Money are nothing for him. He hears knock on his longue door and simply says the person to enter.
Before him stands a short girl with pink hair, sweet smile and rosy lips, dressed in white shirt, on the shirt black tie, black tight skirt and high heels. She's holding a table, pen and small notebook to write the orders.
"You're ugly. I want someone else to takes my orders." Without saying more Madara starts to do something on his phone.
The waiter is actually offended. "Excuse me?"
"Apology excepted, now replace yourself with someone prettier." The Uchiha says and sends her a death glare, Uchiha reserved.
The poor girl said nothing more and Madara smirked to himself. He could me evil sometimes. The girl deserve it, normal person is not going to dye his/hers hair pink. Madara hears a knock again and again he tells the person to enter.
"Madara, my friend." Man, near his 30s says. "Sakura came to me, crying and told me that you told her ugly."
"Yo, Tobi. I'm not lying. She has no sense of style or manners. I want someone prettier. Or you rather me to leave and soon your club to be closed?" Madara says serious to the owner of the club.
"Haha, no, it's really okay. There's one boy who's polite, but awfully stubborn." Tobi man says, smiling to the Uchiha.
"Send him to me, then. Entertain me better and tell that boy to bring me whiskey on his way." Madara told and sent Tobi away.
He started to wait, five minutes passed, but Madara is calm and reserved. He's never impatient. The Uchiha starts to think that he shouldn't break that glass with whiskey. Then he remembered the reason and gets angry again. He looked over him to find something to choke or throw, but finds nothing. Another minute passed and he heard a knock on the door. He excitedly says the person to enter.
When the person entered Madara felt like he couldn't speak. That boy, damn him to hell. His hair is long and black, tied in loose ponytail and some hairs standing on his face. His eyes big and black like his hair. Onyx black eyes, just like his. That boy's face-pale with reddish lips, necklace rest on his neck. And that neck, just wanting to be bitten. Madara can say that the boy is practicing, because he has muscles, but his body is sort of feminine. His arms long and thin, but still, he has sorted of biceps, but not big as his. His legs are long and he's dressed in leather pants. He's wearing a shirt with tie, just like the previous girl. But that boy, damn him to hell again, is damn sexy.
"My boss told me you want whiskey and someone prettier than Sakura." The waiter says ignorant while putting the whiskey on the table.
"What's that cheap whiskey?" Madara finally comes from his mind. "I'm not going to drink that, I want 'Jack Daniels', and better glass."
"You know, 'Jack Daniels' is not better or expensive than that." The waiter says and smirks.
Madara starts to get pissed by the boy and remembers about one whiskey. Smirking to the boy he says.
"Okay, then I'll want 'Isabella's Islay'' Madara says and looks to the boy.
He looks slightly shocked but then he puffs, rolls his eyes and simply says to Madara "There is no need to spend you two years or more saved salaries on the most expensive whiskey in the world."
"When I think about it, one is not going to be enough, so I'll want two bottles of it, so don't waste my time and bring my whiskey." Madara is going to spend much more moneys that night. Although he's regrets nothing. That boy is damn pretty.
"Ha, pushy. Do you think you can afford that?" The waiter says carefully, but annoyed.
"Boy, who do you think am I? Just shut up and do what I told you to."
"Isn't it if I want to? There is a little thing that I don't want to be ordered by you."
"Boy, you're getting on my nerves. What's your name?" Madara asks and looks to the boy one more time. Yeah, that boy surely is stubborn but devilish handsome.
"Itachi. Now if you excuse me?"
"Itachi, huh? Good, I'm waiting for my whiskeys." Madara smirks and Itachi exits the longue.
When Itachi turns his back to Madara, the Uchiha started to check out his back. Sure, 'his back'. He imagined that gorgeous hair all over Itachi's face, those long legs tightly wrapped around his hips and those amazing arms, one of them holding Madara's shoulders and the other one, strongly grabbed a blanket. And that ass. Madara wants to grab him and, andandand.
'I'm so sorry Itachi, I don't mean to be rude, but tonight I'm fucking you.' Madara thinks to himself and starts to wait again, hoping that his waiter is not going to make him wait. Wait too much.
...
Itachi calmly exits the devil's longue. Of course he knew that the person is Madara Uchiha. Of course he knew that the man actually could afford not only two bottles of 'Isabella's Islay" whiskey, but even more if he wants to. Then Itachi smirks because he knows that the club is not having that whiskey. The previous inhumanly rich person bough the last one bottle a week ago and his boss doesn't though that there will be someone else that rich to afford that whiskey.
While going to inform his boss what the spoiled Uchiha wants, he was stopped by other waiters asking him about Madara. It's not surprising to him that so many people are asking him. The Uchiha is damn handsome, even Itachi can't say the opposite. It's more than obvious that the people are going to ask for Madara. He's powerful. He's always on the top, controlling everything important with Hashirama.
Itachi knew Hashirama, because the man who ordered the ass-expensive whiskey was him. He was celebrating something along with his brother. Hashirama was so friendly and got drunk first, while his brother was the more serious one. Itachi smiled to the memory and hurried to his boss.
His boss seemed quote impressed. Two bottles? Well, speaking for the stubborn Madara Uchiha it was not surprising. It's like he expected that. Tobi ordered the bottles in an express-express delivery. When he said for whom the order is, it was enough. Tobi is informed that the whiskey will arrive after thirty-forty minutes. Of course that is bad? What will Madara do while waiting? So he decided to send Itachi to him. When the handsome waiter was told, he hissed annoyed, but obeyed.
...
Itachi knocks on the door and enters without hearing Madara says a thing. When the waiter entered he hears Madara talking.
'Izuna, just how you dare!'
'He's a piece of sheat! Not to mention son of a biatch. You can find million times better boy. '
'You mad man! I'm not dating Hashirama for fuckin'sake.'
'Whatever, I'll deal with you when I see you at home my waiter is here.'
'Izu, don't worry. I'm bisexual.'
Itachi stays up and listens to the monolog he's hearing. He's surprised that Madara keep talking in front of him. He might tell the people? He knew Izuna is Madara's brother, everyone knew that. Soon Itachi came to realize that Izuna maybe is dating Hashirama's white haired brother. Itachi never liked gossips. He'll keep that for himself only. Itachi himself is bisexual too, so he smirked to the floor, carefully, because he doesn't want Madara to see that. He waits patiently and soon Madara finished his talk.
The man looked to Itachi with tired eyes and Itachi slightly felt sorry for him.
"Come on, sit with me, I won't bite you." Madara says to Itachi and pats place next to him.
"With man like you I can never be sure." Itachi says with smirk thinking that the Uchiha actually looks good.
"You are an Uchiha too. You didn't you told me?" Okay, that surprised Itachi too much for his liking. He sits next to Madara and looks in his eyes.
Mann, the older Uchiha might be not so young but he's handsome. Really handsome. With that long untamed hair falling on his back and few hairs covering his eye and he pulls the hairs out, his perfume and his clothes. Madara is really having a great sense of fashion, Itachi thinks.
"I didn't think that this is having some kind of importance." Itachi informs annoyed.
Madara seems not liking his answer and frowns. "Well, as an Uchiha, I'm sure as hell that you're not poor." Madara checks out Itachi once more, making him feels uncomfortable. "You have brother, Sasuke Uchiha, don't you?"
Itachi simply nods and starts to wonder from where Madara has that information for him. Itachi though that Madara holds no interest in him at all.
"Izuna is often hanging out with your brother, they are close." Madara inform and continues. Not to mention your good looking. I mean, pale skin, black long hair and black as night eyes like mine." He gives look to Itachi.
"I think you are something like uncle to me." Itachi is not stupid, neither Madara.
Once again Madara seems not liking the answer. "Forget about that, Itachi." He heavily breaths "Where is my whiskey?"
The waiter smiles politely. "It should arrive soon. The last bottle was bough three nights before from the Senju brothers." That is not a gossip. It's informing, right?
Madara smirks to himself "Yeah, the filthy Hashirama told me he was here with his damn brother." Then his smirk fades away.
"True. They were here. So, your drink will arrive soon. The original arrival to the drink is usually a month, but because of your famous name, it will be here within 30-40 minutes." Itachi calmly explains.
They started to talk for random things. It seems to Itachi that when Madara starts to feel comfortable, easily opens him. Madara even made Itachi smile truly.
"… and then Hashirama came to my mansion with soaked wet hair, begging me to borrow him my hair-dryer and help him with his hair." Madara finishes his story and Itachi laughs.
"Some people say that you have troubles with your hair, but from what you just told me I can tell that your friend is having much more problems with it." Itachi says still laughing.
Madara takes some of his hairs in his hand and entangles it with in fingers. Then he smiles, but probably with smile that no one else has ever seen. Bright smile, not just smirk. A smile that makes Itachi's heart melt. He decides to go and check is the drink already here. If he stays more, watching Madara smiling like that.. well, it's just not good for him. At least now he knows why Madara is always serious and never smile. If the rich man is smiling like that to everyone, the hospitals are always going to be full, because of fainted people. No matter their sex.
"I'll go check up if the whiskey is here, okay?" Itachi asked carefully, but not extremely politely.
"Hn" Madara just makes that noise, nodding his head. Itachi smirks, because is so Uchiha like, he does it, Sasuke and probably every Uchiha.
Itachi stands and goes to the door, opens it and exits, sort of happy. That man is making him feel weird. Not bad, no, but something in him is awaking. Like.. he doesn't know. The man is awfully handsome. Itachi swallows hard and goes to the club's bar. He asks if the delivery is here, his boss nods and pointing with finger where the bottles are. The black haired man starts to unpack the box. When he finally tough he unpacked it all, there is more box. He hissed annoyed and unpacked it fully. Itachi carefully looked the bottle.
'Ha, so, the bottle is the expensive thing. Probably the whiskey in it is not good.' He toughs smirking, Itachi grabs a glass, and goes to the VIP longue where Madara is.
...
Madara waits and thinks why Itachi left that fast? Did he said something to scare him away? No, the other man is a stubborn one, so the problem is not in him. He waits and waits, when he got too bored he started to do something on his phone again. He tough to call Izuna, but no, Hashirama – once more, no. So he plays a lame game on his IPhone. He gets just that bored, so he's ready to starts to talk with his guards. He gives up and starts to relax on the sofa he's sitting. Madara hears a knock and says nothing, because he knows if it's Itachi, he will enter.
"Your drink is here." Itachi says with his entering.
"Finally." He smirks and Itachi bites his lower lip. Oh, how Madara likes that.
"Why don't you sit with me? Be my guest." Madara says.
Itachi slightly rolls his eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, Madara, I'm working."
"How old are you?" The older Uchiha asks suddenly.
"Twenty-two.(22) Why does that matters to you if I can ask?" Itachi is inside surprised.
"You can entertain me good. Better than anyone else, so I wanted to be sure that you're not underage." Madara smirks one more time.
Itachi is feels weird.
"I might be an Uchiha, yes, I'm not poor, but I need my salary and I'm not okay to lose it because of you." He informs the other Uchiha, ready to leave.
Madara stands up and grabs Itachi by his hand. He presses his body next to Itachi's, placing his left arm on the other's waist. With his other hand is cupping Itachi's cheek. "No, you're not going to lose your job if you stay."
Madara can feel Itachi's heart beating faster. He smiles and put few hairs out of the younger's face. Itachi wets his lips and that makes Madara lose control and kisses those lips softly. Itachi pulls away to Madara's unlike.
"Don't worry. " He lets go of Itachi and after seconds he gives Itachi money. Wad, with LOTS of money. "That's probably more than your year's salary. I said I want you here, so, that's for you."
Itachi is completely shocked. "I don't want your money. You can't buy me. I hate people like you, who think they can buy everyone and everything with their money."
Madara smirks "Itachi, don't play stubborn on me, your heart told me something different that says that you don't hate me."
"I'll lose my job." He gives up, he really enjoyed the kiss and to have Madara that close.
Madara says nothing and calls on his IPhone. Itachi once more is standing just there.
'Hallo, Tobi.'
'No, I want you here for a moment.'
'Now.'
"So, if you don't want to lose your job, I'll have to excuse you for tonight." Madara knows that Tobi can't say no to him.
After a few minutes Tobi knocked on the door and stays right in front Madara, Itachi stays on other side.
"Tobi, I want Itachi to be my guest that night. Excuse him, but he's over for tonight."
Itachi stays and starts to feel little nervous. He likes his job, it's not bad.
Tobi looks to Itachi, from head to toes and back. "Ha, so Itachi? Why him? There are good girls if you want."
Madara sends death glare to Tobi. "Itachi can entertain me better than any other girl."
The club's owner looks to Itachi, then to Madara and again to Itachi. "Well, Itachi Uchiha, go change and tonight you're free, tomorrow too." He smiles to Madara.
Itachi looks into Tobi's eyes and thanks him, after a moment, he excuses himself and exits the longue to change. Tobi stays awhile with Madara, because Madara doesn't want to be that bored again. Madara and Tobi know each other, because Madara often visits clubs and things like that. It happed for Tobi to own much night clubs and other sorts of clubs.
...
Itachi walks to the changing rooms when he gets blundered into one of his colleges, she worriedly asks him where is he going, what's up with Madara and things like that. Of course he's way too polite to act impolite so, he's answering, but when he got too bored he said that he have to go. He gave his college kind smile and went his way.
Itachi stays on the bench, wondering how he's going to entertain Madara. Surely, the man is interesting and has many, many stories to tell, but the way he's speaking, breathing, drinking and looks makes Itachi wants some more. When he checked for the whiskey, if he hadn't done that, 100% sure he was going to kiss Madara. He didn't actually care that they're relatives. He takes his work clothes off and he's standing in front of a big mirror. He starts to check himself out. He looks all his body and smiles to him, because he's well-built and definitely loves his long black hair.
After checking himself out, he gets his clothes. Itachi sits on the bench one more time and firstly put his skinny black jeans on his long legs. He buttons up his jeans and looks himself in the mirror again. He likes what he sees. Itachi puts his white T-Shirt and then his black blazer. Finally he laces up his classic black Converse sneakers, fixes his hair and exits the changing room.
Soon he's going to meet with the Uchiha again.
...
Tobi keeps talking to Madara random things and that saves the man from fully boredom. Still, yes, he's bored, but not that much. Waiting alone is way much more awful. Madara looks understandingly to Tobi, nods and looks the time. Itachi is keeping him wait almost 20 minutes. Madara start to thinks that Itachi had just ran away. Well, if Itachi had really ran away, the older Uchiha would easily find him. He wanted him.
"You listen?" Tobi asks and receives a nod in reply.
Really, Madara was not paying attention. Not even a word the other says. He just doesn't want to be alone while waiting.
Just right Madara's hopes started to fall, he hears someone entering without a knock and he knows that only Itachi does that. He stands up and his eyes started to shine like when dog receives a bone. Itachi holds two bottles, his whiskey. The younger male sends a smirk to Madara and Madara says 'Goodbye' to Tobi. He returns the smirk when they're the only ones left in the room.
"It took you so damn long just to undress and dress again." Madara says seriously while watching Itachi placing the expensive liquids on the table.
"Exactly. To undress and dress. That's not easy" Itachi informs with one more smirk. He feels Madara's eyes on him, but says nothing about that. He sits calmly.
"What? Aren't you going to pour out whiskey?" The older Uchiha asks, more like demanding.
"No, I'm not on work anymore. Can't you help yourself?" Itachi says calmly as always.
Madara likes the man even more when he's acting all like that. He stands and opens one of the bottles. He pours his glass, then Itachi's. "You're old enough to drink. Cheers." Madara says monotony and sits right next to Itachi, even feels the other's warmth. Madara gives the other's glass of whiskey. Itachi smiles and knocks his glass with Madara's.
"Yes, I am, cheers." He looks Madara in the eyes. Soon the lust inside of him is tearing him apart. "You know my age, but I don't know yours. Care to share?" He decides to speak than to jump with a kiss on the other Uchiha.
Madara smirks, he perfectly knows the reason why Itachi asked that. He can perfectly recognize lust in someone's eyes. "Twenty nine. (29)"
"Let's drink the whiskey on shots." Childish of Itachi, but he wanted to get drunk and not to think of how he lusted the man next to him. He perfectly knows that when he's drunk he only wants to go to bed and sleep.
"Only one bottle, because I want too." Madara calls one of his guards and tells him that he needs shot glasses. He knows that his request is going to be here any minute, but he decides to drink his now-ish fully glass of whiskey in one breath. He does it and looks to Itachi. "Your turn." He smirks.
Itachi nods and drinks his whiskey in one breath too. After he drank it, he choked because of the alcohol. He's not used to drink that much on shot. He knows that, this way he's going to get drunk too easily. He hadn't eaten anything today and now that, well. It's going to be interesting night.
Madara's request soon arrived and they started to pour whiskey in the small glasses. Their hands touched couple of times. They finally pours all the small glasses and starts to drink them. One by one. Faster and faster. After a few minutes Itachi's eyes starts to see with circles, his head starts to feels like he's on merry-go-round. No, he's not used to that kind of drinking and he gives up.
Madara drinks the rest all by himself, but looks completely normal. He thinks that Itachi had enough and decides to save the other bottle. His head is playing games with him too, but he's used to. But what he's not used to is that to see handsome boy with reddish lips on his sofa laughing to the nothing. Madara couldn't hold himself anymore and turns his head in Itachi's face.
"Whaat" Itachi laughs sweetly. Geez, that man is unpredictable.
"I want to kiss you." Madara says that strictly to the point.
Itachi leans closer, their lips a few inches apart and drags Madara by the hair into a heated, too-brutal-to-really-be-a-kiss kiss. Madara smirks into the passionate kiss. Heavy, large hands come to Itachi's hips, and with a single tug, send him sliding closer so that their chests and noses brush. Itachi smiles into the kisses, because Madara's lips returning with as much pressure as his.
"You kept it for a long, didn't you? Madara ask carefully. "Or is just the alcohol?"
"It's all for you." Itachi answers and climbs into Madara's lap, straddling him.
Of course Madara kisses Itachi again with just as much passion as before. He likes that, very much. He starts to kiss Itachi's neck, hungrily biting when he found his weak spot on Itachi's neck. He receives only moans and weak attempts to get free from those killer-awesome kisses. All of a sudden Madara pulls away from Itachi's sweet neck and stops to touch or kiss him. Itachi frowns and carefully asks
"What's up?" Yeah, he liked to have the older man's hands on him, his lips firmly pressed against his and his skin.
Madara takes a deep breath and lets go fully of Itachi. He climbs off of Madara's lap and instead stays next to him. He feels his hands taken in Madara's. "It's all for you. I don't want to take advantage in your current state."
The younger male nods understandingly "I want to go too, can you walk me home?"
It's Madara's turn to nod. He stands up and goes to his guards, he tells them to pay his bill and gives them a lot,lot,lot, lots of money, yeah, only one bottle of the whiskey costs the ungodly $6,2 million and he bought two bottles. Except that while waiting he bought other drinks and things, so yeah, he paid a lot more that he expected. He returns and sees Itachi dressed in the same coat as his. He smiles and gets dressed with his own. Surely, the younger Uchiha is rich too. Madara buttons his coat and puts his favorite black-leather gloves on. He gives Itachi a look and opens the longue door for Itachi. He smiles and exits.
...
Going to the exit of the club it was the hell for Madara. Lots of people gave their glares to Itachi and his body. Even some people tried to speak with him, but Madara cuts them off. Hundred percent, Itachi is drop-dead-beautiful and sexy, but no. None other had right to look at him that way. Madara is never jealous, but he felt the need to place his arm over Itachi's waist. Itachi smiled and soon enough they exited the club, more than relieved. Madara suggested Itachi to call his driver and drive him home, but Itachi wants to walk. They argued about that, but after all Madara gave up.
Itachi holds firmly Madara by his upper arm like in the old movies, but if he doesn't hold the older Uchiha, well. Itachi is not in his best state and he might tangle his legs and fell down. Madara drank even much more than Itachi, but his head is ways much better than Itachi's. He's supporting the two of them while walking. At first they walked in silence, but later Itachi decided to break it down. So they talks about more random things and Itachi says Madara that he likes him. At first Madara looks shocked, then he realizes that they are in front of Itachi's house. Itachi hugs Madara tightly.
"Why can't you come inside? Sasuke is out of the house for a week with his boyfriend." Itachi really wants to be more with Madara.
"I hate to repeat myself." He says seriously.
Itachi smiles "I'm sure that right after you leaves me at my house you're going to forget about me. I am completely sure about that." Itachi looks down.
"I would give up my empire for you. I would give up everything for you. For a couple of minutes earlier I lost track of the time" Madara explains and sees Itachi understanding.
Madara takes his glove off of his right hand and pulls of a ring from one his fingers. The ring is heavy and silver with a Japanese kanji on it. He gives it to Itachi.
The black-haired man looks down again and puts the ring on his hand, then to Madara's eyes, placing his arms around the older Uchiha's neck "We were exhausted and starving for a touch, a kiss. I think I had an actual fever." Itachi tip-toes, tries to kiss Madara. "Thanks"
"The kanji means 'scarlet'." Madara says quite and looks to Itach's lips, then he presses his own lips on Itachi's forehead and runs his hand down to all of Itachi's long hair. "I need to walk it off," Madara whispers into Itachi's forehead and hugs him for a second. "But if I get the chance to see you soon, believe me, I won't be easy on you. You won't be able to walk normally days after."
"Who says that you're not going to be the one unable to walk normally?" Itachi smirks and sees Madara really walks it off. "You don't have my number!" He says quote loud.
Madara turns to Itachi, but not turning back to him and says "Don't worry for that, I have my ways to you." He smirks evilly. So the Uchiha has a plan.
Itachi smiles sweetly and waves for 'goodbye', wishing that he'll see than dangerous man again. He felt his tiredness from the alcohol and enters the house. The raven strips his clothes hurry and lies on his bed. He feels the ring Madara gave him and examines it from all the possibly sides. Itachi likes it very much. Soon enough the young male felt peacefully asleep.
...
Madara walks awhile, but then decides to call some of his people to take him up. There are way too much people near him and recognizing him. He doesn't like to be the center of attention, but somehow he feels good. He dials some number and says
"Come and pick me up, I sent you my current location."
'No, I'm not gonna wait more than two or three minutes."
'I have someone to look up for, don't make me wait or you're all going to lose your jobs.'
'Am I understood?' He hangs the phone.
It's going to be an easy night for him, he knows that he'll find Itachi's number easily. He has his ways. He sees the car coming for him and he walks to it. Smirk on his face as he enters. Madara remembers what Itachi had said that he'll forget about him 'Forget about you, ha! You really think that? You don't know me.' He starts to do something on his IPhone again or more like connecting to a certain person to get what he needs.
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"It was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul." –Judy Garland