A/N: wow, I got more replies than I ever thought I would! THANKS! Because you all asked me, I will continue the fic (YAY!)

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Perfect Dreamer- Thanks! I reviewed, just for you! …do I get a cookie? Btw, guess what? You are my first EVER reviewer on ! –Glomp- THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Ethel: yeah…um, sorry about that XD. I've never been good at fighting scenes…I'll try to do one of two things. 1)do a bit of studying on fighting so I can write it better, or 2)get a co writer and have them help me with those scenes. How does that sound? ^^ Thanks so much for reading, and here's the next chapter!

Froggychick12: Heh, um…I take it you reeeeeeeaaaaally like Sasuke? Nah, I can't let him die, that'd ruin the purpose of the whole story! XD lol, thanks for reviewing. You people make my day, y'know?

Sora keyblader: heh, ok ok…pushy people! Lol :D here's your chapter.

Bothergirl99: um…thanks? I will, the following chapter is proof!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Master kishimoto just doesn't seem to want to give him up…I've even offered him a million dollars! *cries*

ONWARD, TO THE STORY!

"Itachi-san, do you smell that?" Itachi Uchiha stared blankly at his shark-like companion. "Kisame," he began in a world-weary voice, "I'm not part fish like you are. My sense of smell isn't as efficient as yours."

Kisame smiled sheepishly and ran his hand through his freakishly colored hair. "Heh, sorry. I smell blood in the distance. Lots of it." Itachi raised an eyebrow, the only indication of his minor curiosity. "You want to check it out, correct?" Kisame nodded eagerly. His overwhelming nosiness had kicked in.

Itachi sighed. "Fine, lead the way…" They packed up their camp (Which really only consisted of their cloaks to sleep on, and their packs.) and, with Kisame in the lead, they headed towards the smell of blood.

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Itachi, though no one looking at him could tell, was somewhat impressed. Someone had done a LOT of damage. The Uchiha might not have been able to smell the blood before, but he sure as hell could now! The irony-salt sort of stench that was uniquely blood was everywhere. It was overpowering, and any normal person would've vomited by now…but, of course, Itachi Uchiha couldn't exactly be considered a 'normal' person.

Itachi studied the bodies that littered the ground. Each and every one of them were wearing an anbu mask. Someone powerful had done this. His eyes wandered until…his gaze was stopped dead, trained on a certain body. His heart dropped as he recognized the familiar features. Spiky, silky black hair. White kimono-ish clothing, though now thoroughly stained red. Katana clenched in the left fist.

Sasuke.

Now, despite the way he tried to make everyone else see him, Itachi wasn't as much of a cold, calculating person as people thought him to be. He had the ability to feel emotions. It's just that he preferred not to stamp them on his face for others to see like most people did.

He cared for his younger brother, even though he pretended not to. Sasuke was the only person who'd ever managed to wiggle his way into the older Uchiha's iced over heart. Trying to deny that fact to himself would be like deciding not to breathe.

Itachi activated his sharingan, and almost, ALMOST sighed in relief. There was still chakra moving within the boy, although faint. This meant Sasuke was still alive, but barely.

Itachi moved over and crouched down beside the boy. "hey, Itachi," his partner said from behind him, "Isn't that your little brother?" Not looking at the fish-man, Itachi held up two fingers in a 'shh' motion. His mind was sifting through any medic jutsu he knew. The raven only knew the basics, which unfortunately wouldn't be enough to heal someone this close to death.

Finally, he thought of one, but immediately discarded the idea. He couldn't use THAT jutsu, not on his own brother…

Itachi's thoughts were interrupted as he heard a faint moan, and looked down at his otouto. Sasuke was fading fast…Itachi came to a decision. "Kisame," he barked in a commanding sort of tone, "Keep lookout for any danger. I'm not going to be much help for awhile…"

Not waiting for a reply, Itachi quickly made a few hand signs for the jutsu, and whispered, "Art of Telepathic Attraction." (A/N:corny name, if someone has a better idea, please tell me) He gently touched two fingers to his brother's shoulder. A flash of reddish-colored light temporarily blinded him, and he had to blink a few times before he could see again. At the spot where he'd poked Sasuke, a blood red full moon, partially covered by a tiny cloud, was marked into his skin. (A/N: another curse mark for Sasuke!)

Itachi doubled over as the jutsu took effect. There were a few strings attached to the jutsu he'd just used…If a person is near death, the jutsu would be used to heal them. It did so by connecting the user and the recipient in a way. Some of the user's 'life force' is transferred to the recipient. This usually leaves the user chakra deprived, weak, and vulnerable. The ability to 'hear' the other thoughts when allowed. (well, in reality, only the user has the ability to 'allow'. The user can hear the recipient's thoughts whenever they feel like it.) The ability to sense the other's emotions (again, only the user holds it freely.) And also…it creates sort of a physical…attraction.

Itachi gasped in agony. He could feel Sasuke's pain as if his wounds were actually inflicted on the elder instead. Shakily he reached over and ran his fingers gently though the younger Uchiha's silky hair. "You'll be ok…I promise." He then fell into a deep sleep to let the jutsu heal his precious brother.

End chapter one.

A/N: um…yeah, Itachi's pretty OOC…but then again, for the two to end up together, he'd HAVE to be, ya know?

Again, thank you for all the wonderful reviews! When I got my first one (Perfect Dream's) I felt like I was high on happiness! Please continue reviewing!

OH, and any criticism, as long as it's kept friendly (No flames, please) is not only welcome, but EXTREMELY appreciated.

And I'm looking for a cowriter to help with fight scenes! THANKS. Ja ne!