Here's chapter two, kinda strange as it is... Um, to all those people who are expecting sasunaru right away, sorry, but I'm not going to get into it for a while. be patient though! :D

Thank you to Kiri-No-Miko and silver-eyed for reviewing!

Disclaimer: Maybe if I change Sasuke's name to Saske and Naruto's name to Nruto, no one will sue me if I steal them!! MUHAHAHA! m'kay, perhaps not..

Sasuke's P.O.V

After waking up at least fifteen times and finding myself in the same bed and not getting to read the note that Itachi left for me, I was getting a little fed up. Not to mention, extremely scared.

I didn't get scared easily, but every time I woke up, I was annoyed, yes, but the thought of going through the whole process over again made me want to pee my pants.

I had tried many things. When I knew that every time I tried reading the note, I would get hit over the head, I tried to avoid it, or predict it. But, time and time again, there would be nothing there, and when I turned back around hoping to catch a glimpse of the message that was written, BLAM! Out again.

Normally I would just get frustrated, and give up, but I knew Itachi was behind it all and that made me quiver in the bed. The sheets should have been sweat stained from all the continuous waking up and freaking out, but everytime I did, they were just mussed up, just like Naruto and I had left them the night before.

This time, about the sixteenth time I had woken up, I wasn't keeping count, I was just trying to find a way to outsmart Itachi, I decided to do something different.

I didn't get out of bed. I stayed in the unmade bed and forced myself to go back to sleep. I woke up two hours later. The sun had moved, that's how I knew it was the same day. My back was cramped from staying in the same position for so long, and I was hungry.

I jumped out of bed, my muscles straining in anticipation for an attack, and I slowly put on the sweatpants. I walked into the living room, stopped in the doorway and closed my eyes. Instead of looking at the kunai imbedded in the wood by the window, I locked eyes with the front door of Naruto's apartment. Walking closer to it, I felt my back tingle, and it took all my resolve not to turn around. I opened the door…

…And found myself back in the bed. "What the fuck?" I yelled to the empty room. It was early morning. The previous "day," as I had begun calling them, had never been. I threw on the sweatpants, determined to end this once and for all. I marched out into the living room. My eyes sweeping across the wood beside the window for the note, I noticed it was not there. A warm breath tickled the back of my neck.

"Foolish little brother." At the sound of the voice, I froze. Itachi.

"You cannot escape. You know that by now. You are forever trapped." I tried to turn around, to yell at him and shatter his calm façade, but I was held fast, frozen to the floor.

"Uh." It was the only sound that came out of my mouth, almost silent, but I knew Itachi was listening.

"My mangekou little brother. I have trapped you now. You will never escape from my gaze. You feel it now, the terror, but be warned, it will be worse.

I fell on the floor, crumpled like a piece of paper. I wouldn't turn around, I wouldn't fight. I knew it wouldn't work. I was defeated.

"Itachi-sama? Heartbeat is slowing down, I think we have finally done it. Hm" Deidara grinned at the older Uchiha as he relayed the news.

Itachi didn't look up from his papers.

"Not yet Dei, I think he's still in there, inside of him. He'll think of something. Keep an eye on him."

If Deidara didn't actually understand what Itachi was saying, he didn't show it. He just solemnly nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Have I finally done it? Thought Itachi, incredulous, but ecstatic at the same time.

Sasuke's P.O.V

I knew this was some sort of cruel test, just the thing Itachi would do, so I had to fight back. I could still feel his presence behind me, so I was aware that he had not left. I must fight this.

He said it was the mangekou, but I've been under that before, so why don't I feel the same? I have to get out of this. I sat up, gasping for breath. Something hard was digging into my leg, I had to get off of it otherwise my circulation would slow, so I stuck my hand under me to grasp the object. Naruto's kunai. The one that I had kept on tripping over. I knew what I had to do.

Deidara ran back into Itachi's room, gasping.

"Itachi-sama? We have a problem."