I think this Document program likes to randomly double the openings of.. documents. Does it do it anywhere else? If so, tell me and I'll hunt for it and fix it.

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Someone yelled outside. Itachi lay burrowed in his new bed, the scent of clean sheets almost smothering. He kept still, hoping against hope that the voice wasn't Kisame and that it would quiet down.

"This must be her house then!" he bellowed. Itachi's obsidian eyes opened to a glare. "Hey! Teppei! I found her house!" He threw the covers off him and swung out of bed. A wave of lightheadedness rushed over him, but practice allowed him to maintain a straight path as he silently stormed out of the room and into the living room.

"Stupid, idiotic, loud-ass, shark-man," he heard Satori mutter in her room, woken up by the ruckus as well.

"Itachi!" Kisame yelled after stepping in the house. Itachi immerged from the hallway, almost failing in masking his extreme annoyance at his partner. He knew Itachi hated being woken up before he had at least six hours of sleep. "Whas up?!"

"People are trying to sleep, Kisame," he stated coolly. He took a moment to eye the person – Teppei – who was standing behind Kisame. He looked completely average, his brown shaggy hair falling into his brown eyes. He looked familiar. The newcomer didn't look at either of them, but rather at the rest of the house.

"What?" Kisame barked. "It can't be that late."

"It's 4:30 in the morning," Itachi replied. Kisame fell quiet. "You and your servant will be sleeping in the east wing of the house," he continued, nodding his head to the vacant hallway. "I'm going back to bed." He turned on his heel and glided back down the hall.

"Fine," he heard Kisame say childishly and resisted the urge to shake his head and the giant man. As Itachi neared his room, he spotted Satori leaning against her doorframe, red shorts and a white t-shirt adorning her figure. She raised her eyebrow in a silent demand for an explanation. He gave her none and continued into his room. He could feel her eye-roll. After sliding his rice paper door shut behind him, he took two long strides and collapsed back into his bed. Itachi cocooned himself into the sheets and comforter and drifted back into sleep.

Itachi was once again rudely awakened by a violent crash, almost instantly followed by his door violently slamming open. With morning haziness still blurring his senses, he sat up and Satori flew into his room. In movements almost fluid enough to be appraised by a ninja, she landed on his bed with one knees and skid behind him. She grabbed his shoulders, her rapid breath fanning down his back.

"Shark-man isn't too happy to see me," she said before he demanded an explanation. As if summoned by his name, Kisame stormed through the open door into Itachi's room, a look of rage on his face. Itachi felt Satori's head tap the back of his neck as she ducked. Kisame roared and lunged at her, completely oblivious to the young man between him and his prey.

"Kisame," Itachi hissed, grabbed his partner by the neck and holding him. His normally calm voice was dripping with irritation. "Exactly what are you doing?"

"Itachi!" Kisame exclaimed, immediately jumping away from the boy. He glared at Satori as she popped her head over Itachi's shoulder. "I was just… I mean I… um…," he stuttered, scratching the back of his head.

"Was attempting to kill me?" Satori suggested.

"Yeah! I mean no!" Kisame shook his head fast to deny what he'd just said. "I'm… gonna go now. Bye!" He disappeared out of the room, the door whispering shut behind him. Satori released her grip on Itachi and fell back against the pillow, laughing slightly.

"Sorry about that," she apologized. "But you were the only person who could stop him." Itachi had to agree. He glanced at his servant, oddly calm after almost being flayed by the temperamental hybrid. Her hair was still that inky shade of purple, black but tinted with violet. She brushed the tresses with her fingers as she stared out his window. He was mildly surprised the side of her face wasn't bruised from the slap she received yesterday, but he could see faint hand marks on her neck. She didn't seem bothered by them.

"Out," he ordered flatly. He needed a shower.

"Hell no," she said, looking at him like he was crazy. "I'm not going out there with that lunatic still around to eat my face. Are you insane?" Itachi suppressed a sigh.

"Just go to your room." Part of him laughed at how that sounded. "If you don't instigate him, he won't do anything." Itachi sent her a look. Satori smile slyly.

"But, Itachi-san," she said, flustered. "I haven't done anything to him!" Itachi couldn't help but roll his eyes. He threw the covers off his legs, stood up, and stretched. "Oh. There's a box outside. It's got your names on it." Itachi was surprised by his servant's calm demeanor. She didn't look at all bothered by the fact that she was living with Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigaki Kisame. Both of them were infamous, in both big and small villages.

Strange girl.

"Go get it." She crossed her arms and glared at him. He stared at her.

"You just said not to instigate him," she whined.

"Getting a box means you're going to instigate him?"

"Itachi, my very presence seems to be enough to set him off." Itachi ran a hand through his long raven locks and sighed. Someone knocked at his door. "I'm not answering it," Satori said without missing a beat.

'This girl is impossible,' Itachi concluded and he slid his door open. The aforementioned box sat at his feet. He squatted on his haunches and opened it. So, Pein had sent their clothes already. He pulled out a clean uniform from the half-empty box and stood, kicking it further into this room.

"Out," he repeated. Satori huffed and finally got off his bed. She paused in the middle of the hall, blocking his path to the bathroom. Itachi glanced at the empty living room and kitchen. The living room looked like a tornado had run through it. Or an extremely pissed off Kisame.

"I'm holding you personally responsible if he kills me, you know that, right?" she grumbled, walking into the destroyed room to start cleaning up. Itachi shrugged lightly at the statement and went to take a quick shower. After a scant five minutes, he was walking back into his room to toss his dirty clothes on the floor. When he stepped into the main part of the house, he was surprised to see Kisame in the kitchen and Satori in the living room, both going about their business. A small smirk crossed his features when he saw the cautious looks Satori kept sending the lumbering figure in the kitchen.

"Kisame," Itachi called softly. The ninja, whose head was shoved in the refrigerator, jerked. His head slammed up with an audible thunk. Satori couldn't keep her laughter quiet. She snickered.

"Oowwww," Kisame groaned, clutching his skull. "What do you want, Itachi?"

"I'm sure if you wait, Satori will cook breakfast." He shot Satori a look when she opened her mouth to snap a smart remark.

"Sure," she opted instead.

"Quit going through the fridge, Kisame," Itachi smirked.

"Fine, fine," Kisame agreed, stepping away form the device as he swung the door shut. "Just stop talking to loud."

"Hangover." It wasn't a question. Kisame nodded.

"The fucking hell you doing in my house?" Satori called behind him. He gave her a startled look, before tracing her look to the threshold of the right side of the house. Kisame's servant, Teppei, stood there. In the better light, Itachi could see the bruised skin on his cheek. Satori's tone reminded him why the boy seemed so familiar.

"It's my house as well now, babe." Satori bristled.

'Hn,' Itachi thought. 'It is the boy she punched in the face yesterday. No wonder his face is swollen.' Things just kept getting more and more interesting.

"I said stop talking so loud," Kisame ground through his teeth. Satori let out an exasperated sigh.

"You want something for it?"

"Yes." The purple-haired girl walked into the kitchen, glared at Teppei, and opened a cabinet. After rummaging for a bit, she pulled out a bottle, glanced at Kisame, and shook out three pills. Itachi could see a thought make its way to the front of her mind.

"Wait. Where the hell was your hangover this morning?!" she exclaimed.

"No idea," Kisame answered. "Gimme those." He held his hand out and Satori dropped the pills in his hand. He eyed her suspiciously. "How do I know these aren't going to kill me?" She reached behind her and picked the bottle up, showing it to him.

"Because that would be incredibly stupid, shark-man," she answered as he read over the bottle. Satisfied, he handed her back the bottle and popped the pills in his mouth, swallowing without the aid of any beverage."You might want to lay off the sake for a while, too. It really isn't healthy for you, shark-man." Itachi refrained from snorting at the statement.

"I have a name, y'know," Kisame said.

"I know, but it's fun to call you shark-man," she grinned. She left the kitchen and walked past Itachi. "I'm going to take a shower before I make breakfast," she announced and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Well, it's good to know you aren't trying to kill her," Itachi murmured thoughtfully, just loud enough for Kisame to hear. Teppei was still in the room.

"I don't feel like killing anyone today, Itachi. I'm going to take a nap." With that, Kisame ambled down the hall, past the brown-haired servant. Itachi stared blankly at the older boy before walking out into the backyard. It was one of the two parts of his new dwelling that he'd yet to analyze. He idly walked around the enclosed area, placidly observing every square inch. When he reached the stucco wall, he jump on top of the blockade and turned to look at it all from a different angle. The sky was overcast, but not yet raining. Pein was being oddly lax.

The house was shaped much like a backwards L, with a roofed patio at the entrance to the living room. Satori's room and bathroom each had windows that overlooked the yard. The layout was the same on the other side of the house. Itachi look at the leg of the building, enclosing the other part he still needed to examine. Satori had said it was just were the laundry room and storage was, but he couldn't not know the layout. Years of training had embedded that into his brain.

With new purpose, Itachi lightly jumped the six feet to the ground, landing silently. He walked back into the living room and through the west wing. The bathroom was silent, and he could hear Satori shuffling around her room. He continued pass the doors and took a right at the end of the hall. There was a window on his right between the edge of the halls and another wall. He raised his eyebrow, but went to the first door on his left. It was the laundry room.

Itachi gazed at the wall in front of him, now.

'Her storage must be pretty big if it goes from here to the back of the hall,' he thought, stepping forward to slide the door open. Mild shock registered on his normally impassive face. The left wall was lined in ceiling-to-floor mirrors and the floor was padded. Mats lined the wall on his right, stacked on and against each other. It was a training room. There were even a few punching bags against the wall. The only inkling to it being used for storage was a small stack of boxes in the far left corner.

"Enjoying the view?" Satori asked behind him.

"Hn," he answered without turning. "Nice storage," he said instead.

"Isn't it though?" she replied, now beside him. He gave her a sidelong glance. Her hands were on her hips, her green eyes scanning the room as well, distant with nostalgia. Her hair looked darker than normal as it was still damp. She was wearing green shorts and a black T-shirt. She pulled herself from her reverie. "You said you wanted food earlier?" He nodded. "I'm not bringing it in here after I cook it." She walked out of the room.

Itachi gave the room a last once-over and followed her steps into the kitchen. He sat down on the bar stool at the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. Satori began rummaging around, grabbing odds and ends to start her cooking. Itachi contented himself with watching her as the house settled into silence, broken by the rain that was once again falling.

"So, is shark-man not trying to kill me anymore, or is it just the hangover?" she asked, her tone light. She sounded like they were discussing the weather, not her chances of living.

"Probably the hangover," he answered.

"Joy." The sarcasm dripped form the remark.

"Though, he usually shoes more resentment to the person, even with a hangover," he continued, tracing his finger along the blue veins in the white marble. He surprised himself with that burst of talking. It was odd how accustomed he'd grown to Satori's presence and attitude. Maybe it was the closeness in age, but talking to her seemed natural.

"You never know," she grinned, walking towards him with two plates of cheese-eggs and bacon, "he might actually like me." Itachi let out a sharp breath, the beginning stages of a snort and his lips twitched. "It happens," was all the supplied as she stabbed a yellow glob of food and shoved it in her mouth. Satori remained standing, even though there was an empty stool beside Itachi.

Teppei walked into the kitchen, whether aroused by the smell of food or Satori herself, Itachi neither knew nor cared. He watched the man carefully.

"Aw, none for me?" he asked.

"Nope." She took an angry bite of her bacon. "Ne, Itachi," she said, bent on ignoring Teppei.

"Hn."

"You know that whole 'you will not leave the house without my permission' rule you said?" She deepened her voice with the quote in an imitation of him. He nodded. "Well, can that be extended to the front- and backyard as well? Because if you leave and I don't think to ask, which I most likely wont, that means I'm going to be stuck in this house, bored out of my mind."

"Yes," he answered. She swallowed the last of her meal.

"Thank you, Itachi," she smiled and stood up to wash her plate. "That's Kisame's food," she said flatly to Teppei.

"Well, you submit to servitude quickly," Teppei replied with a smirk. Emerald and garnet eyes narrowed.

"I typically prefer to not be in fear for my life. If you want food, make it yourself, retard." She moved back to Itachi, grabbed his empty plate, and washed it as well. Teppei grabbed an apple and left. Itachi could see Satori visibly relax, but couldn't hear what she was muttering under her breath. He assumed it wasn't anything nice. A thought occurred to him.

"You actually do follow orders well," he said.

"Always have," Satori answered, placing the dished on a drainage board. "Blame my father," she continued offhandedly. He looked at her questioningly, waiting for her to elaborate. She didn't. He took matters into his own hands.

"Does your father live here," he asked conversationally. 'He's in for a surprise if he does when he gets back…'

"No."

"Hn." Itachi began pondering how much of Satori he needed to know before he could predict her actions in any situation. She might be a servant, but he was already aware that she wasn't any air-head. "Go get the door," he said softly.

"Wha-" Satori said before a knock at the front door. Itachi ignored the look she gave him. She stood aside to allow Deidara and Sasori entrance before shutting the door behind her. Itachi hid an amused smile when he noted the distance she put between the puppeteer and herself and walked over to the older two.

"Leader's calling for a meeting," Sasori's gravelly voice announced as the two members dripped water on the floor. He kept his straw hat on, but Deidara pulled his off.

"Yeah, where's Kisame-san, un?" the blonde asked.

"Teppei, go get Kisame," Satori ordered. So, she hadn't missed him slinking back into the middle of the house.

"Why don't you?" he asked. Satori sent a glare over her shoulder.

"Because one, this is my house; two, you're his servant. It's your job. Now go wake him up." Her tone made it obvious that she wasn't going to tolerate any backtalk. Teppei glared at her, but his nerve failed when he saw Sasori glaring at him as well.

"Don't worry, un," Deidara said when she turned to face her guests again. "You could always kick him in the crotch like you did Kisame-san, un." Satori blushed and laughed, flustered. Deidara's visible sea-colored eye danced.

"You could punch him again too," Itachi suggested, looking absently out the door. Realization dawned on Satori.

"That was you?" she asked, turning to face him with her hand on his hip.

"Go get my robe," Itachi said in an answer. "There's a dry one in the box." Satori glared at him for a moment before she nodded and left for a few moments before coming back, his red and black garment draped over her arm. She even had his hat. He nodded his thanks and slid into the jacket, then took the hat in his hand.

Once again, Itachi was impressed at Satori's ability to remain calm and unaffected around their group, especially Sasori. She looked like she was chatting with a bunch of old friends. Then he noticed something else. She was placing just the right amount of space between them to distance herself, but remain polite. Impressive.

An obnoxious yawn sounded behind them before Kisame joined their group, bedraggled and tired-looking.

"Ne, Kisame-san," Deidara said. "You could be a little more polite, un. I doubt Satori-san's going to behave as well as she is if you keep beating her up, un." Satori narrowed her eyes and stared at the ground. Kisame shrugged.

"I didn't kill her, did I?"

"Can we go now?" Sasori ask irritably.

"Why not," his partner agreed, and the two artists turned and walked back into the pouring rain. Kisame followed soon after.

"Rules stay in place," Itachi said to Satori.

"I'll be an angel," she said, overly sweet. He looked at her and she laughed. "Shoo," she ordered, flicking her hand at the door. "You'll be late for your meeting."


It so totally only took me a day to do this one. Dunno why. Was working on it from about noon to quarter to seven. Thought that was pretty impressive myself.

Anyway, don't know why this one's shorter than the first chapter, but it's still longer than the original by about three pages. Woo!

Aaaaaaalrighty. I'll not ask you to review on this one either, just the third chapter.