Greetings everyone, I feel like writing another chapter. I have these kinds of moods. I never put warnings on the first chapter and I'm too lazy to fix the first chapter… so:

WARNING: yaoi, incest(itamada=incest?just to be safe) language, lemons later on, implied lemons on Itachi's part *because he's a party-er*, split personality, all around confusion really… ill make it up as I go along :D

Well, umm… Lets get this over with.

Italics = thought

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Sasuke's eyes opened calmly and widened before he rose up and took in his surroundings. He threw off the blanket, that looked way to luxurious for him to be in Orochimaru's lair. Beige painted walls with fancy default pictures of landscapes and such place upon the wall in a homely manner. The floor was white and the couch and other furnishings were a burgundy shade. He himself was decked in nothing but navy silk boxers. Where were his clothes and katana? He looked all around him, still a bit stunned before regaining his composure in order to access everything calmly.

He noticed a window and all he saw was sky and the top, the top, of one or two buildings a ways away. His brows furrowed in confusion, and with confusion came frustration. Something the Uchiha was unaccustomed to, and thereby hated. He sat on the comfortable bed, looking around, he activated sharingan to see if this was some fucked up genjutsu… only to end up with failure. He shot up in horror and raced of in a flash to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and his eyes widened.

He took in his even more flawless appearance, devoid of scars due to the hard training from years of battles-to-the-death with Orochimaru. His frame was a bit more delicate as well, making the macho Sasuke scowl. His body was not reacting kindly with his requests to summon chakra, he wasn't even as fast as he once was. He tried to use chidori, but instead of his whole fist lighting up with the white lightening, all he got was a few chirps and only countable small streams of lightning, which could otherwise be explained as static electricity. He held his wrist to try again with more effort, but got a similar result. He grit his teeth and tried the Goukakyuu no jutsu and nothing came out. He felt weak all over again, not knowing that in the world he was in now, feats like hand lightening and even his weakened speed and strength were unheard of.

He let out a feral growl and punched the mirror and looked at the blood with a slightly psychotic facial expression, waiting impatiently for it to heal… but it refused. He began to breathe heavily with anger and all around hate towards the world. Then something dawned on him… how did he know where the bathroom was? Now that he thought of it, he realized he knew the whole layout of this place. This couldn't be a dream, his mind told him otherwise, and besides, Uchiha Sasuke could not be fooled by a mere dream, so there was no way. He sat down in the middle of the bloody, glass-covered bathroom floor and began search through his body to see what the problem with his chakra shortage was. He looked into himself to find that he had just desperately needed to rehabilitate and that most chakra access was closed off.

He raised an eyebrow, wondering why. The only reason he could summon any chakra at all was the simple fact that he was familiar with that part and function of his ninja body, all ninjas knew about spiritual energy and such, other wise it would seem that he was like a regular villager… the raised eyebrow twitched. He pushed that aside and decided to sort through unfamiliar memories and such. Said memories flooded to him in a migraine- bringing manner. He gripped his head with his hand and grunt in pain.

Ow…

So, according to his brain, he was staying in what was a temporary hotel room, with a group of others in his occupation staying in other rooms of the hotel, something similar to the inns back in the 'normal world. His mind was filled with random information, like how to drive a stick-shift and his credit card number and such. With each memory, mental images of the memory came along with it, and apparently, Sasuke drove a Porsche. Sasuke smirked for a reason unknown, until he was reassured by himself that a driving that kind of car was a good thing.

He wondered for a moment how he could afford a car that seemed to be expensive until he was supplied the information that he was a… a male model. His eyes widened in, what for a normal person would be hilarity, but for Sasuke, Horror. A male model? What. The. Fuck? I kill things, I don't pose for them! I am a ruthless killing weapon! He was a missing ninja, an s-class criminal, an unstoppable opponent to many and if he chose to be, a deadly assassin.

… He growled and looked at himself as he sat in blood and glass…

And here he was in silky underwear, a weak, dainty male model.

Damn it.

He was about to get up and train or do pushups or, hell, do something, when he heard the door in the main room being unlocked and opened. So, he wasn't alone, did someone think they could break in and catch him off guard? Did he know this person? His eyes widened and his body tensed waiting for the intruder to find him before he attacked… unknowing footsteps came closer to where Sasuke waited in complete silence. He saw the shadow of what appeared to be a tall male, maybe a bit shorter than himself. The man took one more step and Sasuke jumped from his spot using the doorframe to kickoff from, launching himself at the unsuspecting stranger.

"Hey Sasuke, I brought some foo- Gah! What the fuck, man?" said a guy that looked so much like him that it was frightening.

He remembered the clone was his room-mate, but he was already in the air with his foot aimed towards the guy's face so it was far too late. He moved himself a bit in the air in order not to break the boy's neck. His foot made impressive contact with his room-mate's chest, who fell to the ground with an 'uoph'. Sasuke jumped back up and assumed a defensive position with a nasty glare at the person he now recognized as 'Sai', a fellow model. He inwardly groaned at the thought of such occupation, but on the outside he only glared harder. Then he recalled something else about why the face in front of him was so familiar. His eyes narrowed who Naruto referred to as 'The Penis-freak'.

~~~~~~Flashback time! :D~~~~~~

Sasuke stood there, his katana near his old rival's neck. He was there inside Naruto's mind, facing Kyuubi no Kitsune. Kyuubi could probably see through his angered and crazed façade, but he could still hope that the blonde couldn't. Of course said blonde's brain probably wasn't working right because of the fact that he was still in shock that Sasuke was in his head talking to the freaking nine-tails. He had to end this quickly, he could tell that Orochimaru and Kabuto were on their way and were waiting to see what he would do. He had to keep Kyuubi from getting out also, and he knew it would take advantage of Naruto's stress and shock at seeing himself, Sasuke, after three long years.

It had been a long time indeed. Naruto looked different, and he himself had matured greatly as well. Naruto and Sakura's eyes had been glued to him when they noticed that he was there.

He smirked.

Naruto. The blonde had lost his chubby cheeks and squinty, childish eyes for an older, more attractive look. He could even say the blonde had a more feral, animalistic look as well, and hey, it was kinda sexy-at this point the Uchiha paused and shook his head as if to rid himself of inappropriate thoughts- His blue eyes shining brightly as ever with his sunny blonde hair sticking up in all kinds of angles. Said hair had gotten a bit longer, framing his face in a pleasant way. Sasuke was sure that the blondes smile had only gotten brighter as well, but Naruto's face was still gawking at him in a confused manner. He had gotten so tall, too.

Sasuke inwardly sighed. He was now talking like a grandma who hadn't seen her grand-babies in years. He just missed the boy so muc- no. He couldn't let this feeling and bond of friendship come back. He had to cut it.

Kyuubi had just roared at him for something to do with an Uchiha Madara. If they were thinking of the same person, the man was probably long dead, and he never said that he was familiar with everyone in his lineage. Wasn't he the statue guy?

So he left kyuubi with a simple, "Never heard of him." And, with no other plausible way to describe it, blew him up.

When he left Naruto's mind, the boy had wide eyes, eyes that slowly made their way to look at him, the blone's head still frozen, lips parted, giving him a somewhat haunted look. Something caught Sasuke's peripheral vision and he looked over to see his practical twin. It was that weird kid that Orochimaru brought to their lair earlier that day. Didn't he scare him off enough this morning? Said twin charged at him with a paint brush.

A paintbrush.

How insulting. Did he honestly think he could charge at someone as powerful as he, Uchiha Sasuke, with a damn art tool?

He didn't like this asshole already.

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At the flashback, Sasuke's eyes widened even more, impossibly so.

Naruto.

Sai just stared up at him incredulously while holding the spot on his chest that received the impact.

"Sasu… Sasuke, what the hell is wrong with you? You look," Sai paused, looking at the red glint in his friend's eye,"…psycho. Dude, practice your kung-fu-ninja moves on someone else." At the word 'ninja', Sasuke jolted.

"You know as well? How did we get here? More importantly, where the hell is Naruto? Orochimaru? Or even… Ita-" Sasuke was interrupted.

Sai made a 'what the hell' face, "Orochimaru is down stairs. Who is Naruto? Did you just wake up from some crazy dream or something- Ew, your bleeding like mad! Oh God, it's everywhere…" Sai slowly began to get up, cautious of how Sasuke still had him arms up defensively, since when was his room-mate a karate master?

Sasuke's face was frozen as he slowly lowered his arm. A dream? Does he not remember anythi- no, he remembers Snake-man so why wouldn't he remember being a fucking ninja? His brain surged, sending a strange pain throughout his skull. Orochimaru was his boss, he managed the modeling agency and hired Sasuke after seeing him in a restaurant and making a move on him, and being brutally rejected. Sasuke grimaced. So the guy was still a weirdo.

Sai's face was still pretty emotionless in this strange place, only he made more expressions, albeit crazy ones. Creepy as well. Is this some sort of alternate dimension? What the fuck? This isn't good. Am I the only one who knows anything about the past? No. Not likely. Naruto disappeared as well, right. That means he's here, too!

Or in another universe completely away from you. A voice in the back of his head retorted.

Shut up. He said back to himself, for once trying to stay positive.

Sai was just staring at him now. He had bent down to pick up a bag and was now holding it as he approached Sasuke slowly.

"I… brought breakfast. Orochimaru said we had to be down there for the photo shoot in 2 hours, so I suggest you do your primping because you look like you just walked out of a horror movie." Sasuke made a face at the word 'primping'. He was sure he would've destroyed the girly-boy in the ninja world.

Speaking of girly-boy…

"Well, I'll be watching gay-porn if you need me, sasu-kins." At this, a lamp was thrown at Sai from across the living space.

Head shot.

Sasuke made his way out of the shower with a towel around his waist as he racked his adapting brain for where he put clothes. He gave an awkward blink as his mind hastily informed him that his clothing was hung in the closet next to the bed.

He walked toward his destination, not expecting to see what he walked in on.

The scene went a little something like this:

Sai was indeed watching gay-porn, just like he said he would.

Sitting on Sasuke's bed half-naked, nursing his lamp-to-the-face injury.

… as well as his erection.

To say that battle was inevitable was a definite understatement.

Thankfully, Sasuke kept his fury under wraps and stealthily stalked toward the dresser drawers, under which the television that the porn was being played. His ever-clueless friend payed him little mind as he put on some briefs, Capri sweat-pants and a wife beater that he wouldn't mind being bloodied.

Sai was about to understand at least one social norm.

You do NOT mess with Uchiha Sasuke. Nor do you smack your baby-maker on his bed.

He looked over at Sai with a positively venomous expression, stalking toward him in a feline fashion, watching as Sai took his lip from between his teeth and stared at Sasuke in confusion. Then, catching Sasuke off-guard, he smiled cheerfully.

"Sasu-kins, if you were gonna come on to me, why put pants on?"

Sasuke attacked. He continuously punched him, finding that he no longer had the ferocity or strength that he once did.

But he still had enough to make Sai beg for mercy.

"No! Stop! Not my face! Gah! We've got photo shoots all day toda- OW!"

That's when the door opened.

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Now when Orochimaru told Kabuto to check up on his favorite model, Kabuto was already apprehensive.

What was so special about the guy, anyways? Kabuto never liked him. He was the only model that was down-right disrespectful to Orochimaru. He was extremely rude, violent, rebellious and a complete basket case sometimes. But, he was pretty.

So when he approached the door and heard things smashing and cries for help, he thought the worst.

The worst was nothing compared to walking in on Uchiha Sasuke holding a fellow model up in the air by the collar and round-house kicking him into the television.

There was blood everywhere.

Needless to say, Kabuto shrieked when the man twisted and narrowed his eyes, spitting the word, "Kabuto…" like a poison.

Kabuto got out of there faster than Flo Jo.

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One hour and several disciplinary actions later, Sai was just finishing with being bandaged up and taken care of, while Sasuke was still getting chewed out.

"… Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? I mean honestly, I make you a top model over night and this is how I'm repaid? You're lucky you couldn't break any bones! This is ridicu-" But Orochimaru's underling was interrupted.

"I didn't break any bones because I assumed you would be thankful if I left that freak the way he was and not completely disfigured. You're welcome." Sasuke replied back blankly. This was bullshit.

Who was this guy? He was some security advisor and the man had to be going on 9 feet tall. Well, not really, but still. Sasuke really just wanted to break this man's legs, maybe just an arm. Something had to break because he had just started laughing at Sasuke.

No one laughs at Sasuke.

Orochimaru finally walked out of his office just in time to see his favorite model break his top security guard's arms, then simply walk away, daring someone to stop him.

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This sucked. It sucked really badly.

So, what he'd gathered so far is that he was somehow thrown into an alternate dimension where there are no ninjas and no one he recognizes from his dimension seems to know anything about it.

He walked the streets, ignoring people's stares at his bloody hand, he'll wash it up later.

Okay, so, he was in Naruto's head talking to the Kyuubi, then all of the sudden, the place starts disappearing and he's here. There was a slight possibility Naruto did this to him…

His upper lip drew up in distaste. No, he would never. Sasuke was completely aware of how Naruto's life revolved around him and becoming hokage, Maybe Sakura as well. Maybe.

Besides, Naruto looked just as confused as he did, that meant Naruto had to be here, right?

He stopped and looked around to find himself in the middle of a huge city.

Where the hell was he going to start?

He tried to activate Sharingan, only get one tomo and an eyeful of something that would make anyone else piss their pants.

Some kid maybe a year older light brown hair and caramel eyes, about to bypass him on the sidewalk, was being followed.

By a giant clown-corpse. The thing was talking to him and the boy would look at him or raise an eyebrow or nod back! Was this some kind of imaginary friend gone wrong?

Sasuke openly gawked as they got closer, all of his senses on overdrive, all of them making eye contact.

"Lightoooo! He sees me!" The monster cackled, with a really unpleasant voice. "He has the eyes! Kekkeke!"

Sasuke was ready to spit fireballs, this was some weird shit.

'Lighto' just looked at him obviously thinking the monster to be retarded, Sasuke glared back, ready to blow this asshole up.

Light stared at his eyes and Sasuke was about to throw caution to the wind and pull out the mangekyou, whether it fried his brain or not.

"What's your name?" Light asked, and the monster began cackling louder.

Sasuke didn't trust that. "Like hell." And he began walking away, only to turn around to ask "Hey, Lighto, you wouldn't happen to know an Uzumaki Naruto, by any chance?"

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Soooo, yeah, I threw in some Death note I love that show. I really wanted to write more and make this cross-over-y but I didn't wanna distract from the story so Idk if I should. I might just spontaneously throw it in every now and then.

Next chapter, should I do Naruto's life or Madara's? Feedback!3