"Itachi, what's on your neck?" Of course, Sasuke would be the first to point it out. I gave him an apathetic look. He frowned, still staring at my neck; a band-aid was hiding Madara's little mishap.
"It's nothing, don't worry," I calmly replied to him. Sasuke suddenly blushed scarlet, which didn't escape my eyes. Is he okay?
"I-I wasn't worried! Just…concerned is all. Simple curiosity." He looked away, crossing his arms. I chuckled at his little attitude, and ruffled his hair. Oh, the anger emanating from his pores!
"Concern means worry, Otouto. I'm flattered," I told him, quickly moving to the side as he tried to hit me. "All right, get in the car. We'll be late." We both slid into my car, and I drove off, the engine purring groggily. As I turned the music up higher, Sasuke clicked it off, leaving me to glare at him.
"What did I say about touching things in my car?" I growled lightly, furrowing my brow. Sasuke kept staring out of the windshield, watching the trees swirl in the wind, oblivious to everything. Damn it.
"Are you doing something with Uncle?" He asked softly; I froze. What does he mean? Did he hear us? Has he known all along? I kept my hands glued to the wheel, looking dead ahead at the road.
"What do you mean?" I said emotionlessly. He looked over to me; we locked eyes for a second (it felt like an hour).
"…Today? Like, at school? He was talking about something like having to go to a conference with one of your professors." Relief flooded my system. My shoulders eased, my lungs having the freedom to inhale and breathe.
"Right. Yes, one of my professors won't keep his nose in place, so he wants to meet Madara and discuss idiotic things. I'm sure it's nothing important." Nice cover-up, Itachi. Well, it worked; Sasuke bought it.
"Oh. Well, that's annoying. Stupid professor," he said snidely, switching the music back on. I smiled outwardly, but inwardly I wished my professor would have noticed long ago.
"Mr. Uchiha, please come in," Professor Kakashi said to my uncle. Kakashi thought it would be better to have me in the conference. Joy. I walked in after my uncle slid into a desk, and sat in the one next to him. We both looked at Kakashi, who was shutting the door. He then moved to his desk, leaning on the edge.
"Mr. Uchiha—" Madara suddenly chuckled.
"Please, must we be so formal? Madara, my good sir. Call me Madara," he cooed, giving Kakashi a warm smile; Kakashi cleared his throat, obviously flustered. Madara could do that to anyone, really. Make them uncomfortable while at the same time attracted to him. It's utterly ridiculous.
"Madara, do you realize Itachi has lost weight? He hasn't been eating at school, and he's always pale," Kakashi stated, looking at Madara with curiosity in his eyes (or should I say eye? Ehheh…*). Madara's eyes grew big as he looked in my direction.
"You're not eating?" Wow, he can act. I cleared my throat, ready to explain, but Kakashi cut me off.
"You didn't realize this?" Madara shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing.
"No, I most certainly did not. I've been giving him cash for every two weeks for his meals here." Bullshit. Total bullshit. Is he kidding me? But, of course, Kakashi took the bait. The two men both stared me down, ready for an explanation. What am I supposed to say to that crap? Oh, this sucks.
"As I told you before, Professor, I don't eat here because the food sucks. And—,"
"That doesn't explain your Uncle's money. What do you do with it?" Kakashi asked sternly, crossing his arms. Madara nodded his head.
"Yes, what are you doing with my money, Itachi?" He looked at me in the eyes, smirking only for me; Kakashi wouldn't be able to see it, but it was there. It's there, and it's staying. I sighed; I'm in quite the pickle. If I say Madara's lying, Kakashi surely won't believe me. If I tell Kakashi the truth, I'll get my ass literally handed to me by Madara. I rubbed my temples. This is so ridiculous…
Kakashi sighed, shaking his head. "I see this is a personal matter with your family life, Itachi. I won't make you tell me anything, which is why I need you to leave for my next questions. They are for only Mr.—I mean, Madara." Madara's eyes darkened for the briefest moment, and then gleamed with curiosity and humor.
"Well, then. Itachi, we'll be just a bit. Why don't you wait in the hall?" Madara said, looking at Kakashi. I quickly stumbled out of the desk and slid to the door, shutting it softly. I went over to the opposite side of the door, and sat on the floor, leaning my back against the wall. This is horrible…He's going to kill me, for sure.
"Now, Kakashi, what is it?" Madara asked politely, eager to get home and pummel the living shit out of his nephew. Kakashi looked at Madara, contemplating on how to ask him a certain, important question.
"I've…noticed markings. Markings on Itachi's body. Do you know anything about them?" Madara pretended to look worried as he clutched the desk.
"Markings? Where?" Kakashi narrowed his eyes. Could Madara be playing him for a fool? He couldn't tell.
"They're on his abdomen, mostly. I've had Itachi's gym teacher tell me that Itachi changes in a stall, not out in the open like the rest of the students. The gym teacher has informed me that there are also markings on his hips and lower abdomen. Do you know anything about that?" Madara was in a state of panic in his head. Suddenly, he thought of a genius idea: frame the boy. Yes, that will be fun.
"What?" I yelled on accident as Madara drove us back to Hell. "You said I was in a gang? He won't buy that, Madara." Madara growled at me under his breath.
"If you just act like everyone else and not stick out like a sore thumb, then he will buy it. Now, shut up. You're already in enough trouble as it is. Little shit, you totally wasted my time today." I fumed in my seat, ready to snap Madara's fingers. As Madara pulled into the garage and turned off the car, I unbuckled my safety belt and opened the door. However, Madara quickly pulled me by the shirt, making me slam the door back; he locked the doors. I jerked myself back, tearing his hand off of my shirt, and growled at him.
"What the fuck do you want? Can't you just wait until tonight, you half-brained son of a bitch?" Oop. Shit. I stared at Madara, my mouth agape. I went way, way too far. I could feel the dark aura emanating from my uncle as he looked at me, his eyes burning mine.
"What was that?" He asked quietly, unbuckling his safety belt. I shrank into the car seat more as he moved his body towards me. I stammered, trying to think of something to ease the mood, but he suddenly knocked me in the jaw with his fist, slamming my head into the car seat. I spat blood out, groaning, and braced myself as he took a hold onto my shirt and pulled me to the back of the car. He smashed me into the seats and towered over me, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. I froze, immediately scrambling towards the corner of the car seat afterwards.
"C-come on, not here! Please, not here!" I whimpered, holding my hands up as he scooched towards me, grabbing onto my ankles. He then pulled me so that my crotch hit his; he grunted slightly. Bile started to rise in my mouth, but I kept it down as I tried to keep his hands off of my pants. Unsuccessful, Madara stripped me of my jeans and unmentionables, leaving me bare and embarrassed in his presence. He quickly raised my legs up onto each of his shoulders and, without any preparation, slammed himself into me. Of course, I screamed, but this time, it hurt so much worse! It was like each thrust was a stab in the chest!
"Oh ho, Itachi, tonight will be so much more fun for you. I'll get the boys to..ah! come over. We'll have a party tonight, boy," He moaned, thrusting into my once more. I bit onto my fist, waiting for him to finish. Damn it, it hurt so bad!
"S-shit, after every time, you're still as tight as a little virgin girl," he chuckled, grunting as he hurried to his climax. He grabbed onto my hips, bringing me to each of his thrusts, which killed me. Then, a shot of hot liquid imploded into me, melting my innards, and I heard Madara curse loudly, groaning pleasurably. I whimpered as Madara came out of me, letting my bruised fist land limply onto the car floor. Madara pulled his jeans up, and calmly left the car. He stopped at my side of the car, and tapped on the window.
"Do not try to pull something like that with your teacher again. I'll see you tonight."
As Ronnie Radke said, "I'm baack~" And following the maniacal laughter, I shall not begin the music to Tragic Magic. However, as I explained on my profile, I have to be in the right mood to write/type this fic, and this entire week has literally gone to the dogs. It was horrible. I had three-THREE important tests/quizzes in AP Chemistry, I had to deal with unwanted attention at school, and I lost my sketchpad.
Now, I mean not to rant to whomever is reading my fic (which I greatly thank you, viewers), but losing a sketchpad is like losing a horcrux. It is a part of me. If you aren't associated with the arts, then you . I was so terrified someone took it and was ripping the pages out of it, laughing like a freakin' animal (because animals can laugh). I was going through my head, trying to think of what to do if someone were to just give it back to me. OH...
So. To sum it up, this week has been the worst week I've ever had. Which is why it was perfect for me to begin writing this fic again. Because I've been in such a disgustingly unbearable mood.
Hope you enjoy this fucking masterpiece. Forgive me, it's a bit short and sketchy. And Itachi, sorry sweety, but we needed to see you impaled tonight. I hope you can understand. ._.
