Warnings: Foul language. Alternative Universe.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this and I'm not trying to sell any of it.

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Chapter 4: Divided

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Penelope ended and the credits began to role once. The three of them continued to sit on the couch not saying anything, unsure of what to do now; the silence becoming more awkward as the minutes ticked by.

'Aruba, Jamaica oooh I wanna take you to Bermuda, Bahama come on'…

"Hello?" Itachi asked, answering his cell phone. "I suppose if you need me to… okay… … … yeah, I'll be there in a bit," he closed his phone and looked over to Sasuke and Sakura, noting the perplexed looks on their faces. "Well, I'm going to have to end this visit; Kisame needs me to go over to his house so he can brief me on his biology lessons. He has to check into the hospital for a few days and he needs me to sub for him," Itachi said. He noticed the strange humored look that was creeping up on Sasuke's face. "What?"

"Was that your ringtone?" Sasuke asked, lightly tittering, a hand fisting near his mouth as he attempted to contain himself.

"Yes, why does that…" Itachi started to ask before being drowned out by Sasuke's laughter.

"You're going to be substituting for Kisame-sensei?" Sakura said; ignoring Sasuke.

"Hmm? Yeah, sometimes I do that," Itachi answered nonchalantly; still not grasping why Sasuke was laughing.

"Really? I've never had you as a substitute before," she retorted.

Itachi chuckled, "That's because I normally sub for the college section, every now and then for the middle school section."

Sasuke had stopped laughing, leaned towards Sakura, and whispered, knowing full well Itachi could still hear him, "He can't sub for the elementary section because he scares little kids."

Sakura gave him an odd look that seemed to scream 'r-really?' so Itachi rolled his eyes and responded, saying, "It really just depends on the teachers and who's too lazy to hire a professional substitute. And what exactly is wrong with my ring tone?" He added the last part to Sasuke.

"I just wasn't expecting it," Sasuke said.

Itachi sighed and stood up, letting go of Sakura's hand in the process. "I best be going." He began to head out of the room adding, "I'll see you kids later," just before he left.

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Once she was sure that Itachi was out of the house, Sakura eyed Sasuke, and then pulled herself onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I can't believe he called me a 'kid', and after holding my hand and everything," she whined into the crook of his neck.

"Did I not mention the age difference?" Sasuke asked uncomfortably, his personal space being excessively invaded.

"But he held my hand! We even laced our fingers together," Sakura argued, pulling away from his chest so she could look into his mesmerizingly dark eyes. Would he believe her if she told him she still loved him?

Sasuke ignored her, he told himself he wasn't going to think about the intimacy that Sakura and Itachi had shared. "So, now what?" He asked instead, trying to change the subject.

"We could make-out," Sakura offered. She hated blackmailing him, but at least now he was in her grip, and she didn't want to let him go. Not yet anyway.

"I'd rather not," Sasuke retorted. But could he really refuse if she made him?

"Oh stop whining and kiss me," Sakura snapped. Why couldn't he just want her the same way she wanted him?

Her eyelids fell slowly as she brought her lips to his. He stared at her closed eyes and went to push her away, bringing his hands up to the sides of her chest, but she grabbed them and moved them up to either side of his head to rest on the couch. Her mouth moved against his in an effort to get him to kiss her back but he froze, not knowing how to respond. He knew she wanted to do more than the light kisses they had shared at the theater or outside her house.

She readjusted her legs, positioning them on either side of his body as she rolled her tongue slowly across his lips. They started blushing feverishly, both more inexperienced than they'd like to admit, and with a shy grind of her hips Sasuke finally complied, closing his eyes and parting his lips.

Her tongue did a nervous ballet along his, leaving the taste of mint in his mouth, his lips awkwardly moved against hers in response, seemingly compelling her to do more. Her breath caught from what she felt was his encouragement and he took the chance it left to form his own attack.

While her invasion had been light and graceful, his was a tango, combined from his confusions, mixed emotions, and lustful need for experimentation. Caught up in her own emotions and desires, Sakura bucked her hips against him in need, even Sasuke started to lose control of himself as he let a small thrust-up to meet her escape him. Their breathing was growing federated as their breath started to fall short. They gasped for air each time their lips broke apart. Sakura's hands left Sasuke's to clutch at his chest, griping into his shirt for some need of support, an equal need that Sasuke met by wrapping his arms around her back, pulling her closer.

Their kiss came to an end as the lack of oxygen finally got to them. "But I thought you… didn't like me…" Sakura said confused once she felt an uncomfortable hardness beneath her.

"I'm a healthy young man Sakura, it's not that hard to get aroused," Sasuke answered huskily, his cheeks red from the experience.

"Sasuke? Itachi? Can one of you come to the kitchen?" a voice called from another room, startling Sasuke and Sakura.

"Who's that?" Sakura asked.

"That's my grandpa Madara, though right now he'll be going by Tobi," Sasuke answered. "I need to get up and see what he wants." He motioned for her to get off of him. Sakura hesitated at first before standing up. She followed him out of the room and into the kitchen.

"Ooh! Who's your friend Sasuke? I've never seen her before," Tobi asked, smiling when Sasuke and Sakura entered the kitchen.

"This is my girlfriend Sakura. Sakura this is my grandpa Tobi," Sasuke said, introducing the two to each other. "What do you need?"

"Grandpa Tobi's hungry!" Tobi whined. "Make Tobi lunch pwease?"

"I don't know if you deserve it; you weren't a very good boy this morning," Sasuke said nicely but bitterly.

"What did I do?" Tobi asked, sitting on a stool next to the counter in the room.

"Forget it, what do you want?" Sasuke asked, deciding it was a waste explaining.

"Soup and a samich!" Tobi grinned.

"Stew and sandwiches okay?" Sasuke walked to the refrigerator to get the left over stew he made from a few nights ago as well as some things for the sandwiches. Sakura took a seat at the kitchen table while Tobi clapped his hands and grinned enthusiastically.

The room stayed silent as Sasuke made the sandwiches and warmed the stew. Sasuke didn't know what to say to Sakura, his head still filled with the confusion left from their kiss, and he was still on edge around his grandfather due to their previous encounter. Sakura wasn't sure what a good conversation to have with Tobi would be, and she didn't want to talk to Sasuke in front of him. Tobi was content with staring at the birds outside the window.

Once the food was ready, Tobi gave Sasuke his thanks and took his plate and bowl to another room. "So, I didn't know you could cook, when did you learn that?" Sakura commented, wanting to break the silence but not knowing where to start.

"Well my mom started to teach me when I was little, of course she had already taught Itachi by that point 'cause he's older, and he was pretty good at it. But, um… then she died and I was sent here. Madara doesn't cook, Tobi can't cook, and Itachi was sent away, so I took what she taught me and just experimented," Sasuke answered.

"I-I'm sorry to have you bring that up," Sakura said meaningfully.

"It's alright, Itachi wasn't allowed to cook where he was sent so it's pretty awesome 'cause I'm better at it then he is now," Sasuke smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Wanna go to the skate park when we're done eating?"

"Sure I guess. Why did you introduce him to me as Tobi when you said his name is Madara?" She asked.

"Madara was basically disowned from my family many years ago. Technically he's not my grandpa. More like a grand-fourth cousin or something. But basically, having his entire family, and I mean every relative he knew and didn't know, tell him that he wasn't wanted, did a number on his psyche. As the years and then decades went by he slowly grew angrier, but at the same time he kept trying desperately to find the good in everything. Eventually those two conflicting ways of thinking split and Tobi was born," Sasuke explained.

"Why did your family disown him?" Sakura questioned.

"I don't know. Tobi's too childish to grasp any of this so I've had to ask Madara but Madara hasn't stayed calm long enough to explain that far."

"When and how do they change?"

"Sometimes they wake up different, sometimes it's really random, and sometimes if you get their emotions going they'll switch. As in, if you can actually make Madara happy and get him to laugh he'll change to Tobi. Likewise, if you start to show your annoyance towards Tobi's childish ways he'll get upset and turn into Madara."

They had finished eating so Sakura offered to wash the dishes while Sasuke put everything away. Afterwards, they walked to the garage and headed for Sasuke's motorcycle. Sasuke handed Sakura a helmet and put his own on. Once Sakura had straddled the bike, her arms wrapped around Sasuke's waist, they took off towards town. A short six minutes later they were at the park. "So why did you want to come here?" Sakura asked as they got off, Sasuke leading her to a nearby park bench.

"I dunno, this place just helps me think I guess, and I don't really like being in the house when Itachi's not there" Sasuke answered.

"Why not?" Sakura asked. Sasuke ignored her, fighting his surfacing memories, he didn't want to think about them now. "I'm kinda surprised that no one's here," Sakura said offhandedly, when she realized Sasuke wasn't going to answer her. "How did Naruto and his friends become skaters anyway?" She decided to change the subject.

"Youtube," Sasuke smirked.

"Care to elaborate?" Sakura mumbled; annoyed by how cryptic he was being.

Sasuke answered, leaning back with his hands behind his head as he stretched his legs out, "Kiba saw a youtube video of someone's dog skating on a skateboard. His dog, Akamaru, was much smaller then, and he thought he'd try teaching him. Naruto liked the idea too so he opted to join, but teaching Akamaru was harder than they thought it would be so they asked Shikamaru to help. After a lot of convincing from Chōji the four of them started coming here regularly to teach him. Then Naruto and Kiba got interested in skating in general. Naruto a bit more so."

"Well you like what you like I guess, do you skate?"

"Not really, Naruto taught me a little and it's nice to not fall every time I get on the board, but I'm happy letting it be Naruto's hobby."

"He left his board in your car, wanna show me a few tricks later when Itachi gets back?"

"Don't even ask, Naruto would kill me if he found out I used his board without permission!" Sasuke said.

"He's that protective over a skateboard?" Sakura asked in sarcastic astonishment.

"It's no secret that Naruto's poor, Sakura. He hates hanging out with a bunch of rich people all the time because he feels that when we offer him money that it's out of pity. Iruka can barely afford his school enrolment along with having to feed him, so his board and his crappy truck have all had to come out of his own pocket," Sasuke said defensively.

"So?"

"So? He works his ass off to pay for these things; he takes pride from the fact that he was able to buy them with his own hard earned money. And as for the skateboard, basically he says he never wants me on it when he's not around because he rues the day when I'm finally going to break it, and if and when I do break it he at least wants to be there to watch," Sasuke said with all seriousness.

Sakura giggled lightly, humored by the strange connection that could be seen between Sasuke and Naruto. She jumped a little when her cell phone started vibrating unexpectedly. "Hello?" She asked, not bothering to check the ID. "Oh hey Temari! … You're brother? Kankurō? No? … … Yeah sure! … Ino too? Sounds fun! Be there soon, bye!"

"Be there soon?" Sasuke asked.

"I guess Temari has a younger brother, besides Kankurō, who's transferring to our school and she wants Ino and me to meet him," Sakura replied.

"Am I meeting him too?" Sasuke asked uneasily.

"Not at all; you're to socially awkward, but if you want to take me home now that'd be great," Sakura said. They went back to his bike and he took off towards her house.

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When they reached Sakura's house she descended from the motorcycle. "I'll give you tomorrow off to do what you want."

'Sweet!' "Thanks; I'll see you Monday then, I guess," Sasuke said. Sakura wanted to kiss him goodbye but felt too awkward, so she gave a smile and a small wave, and then walked inside her house, with the sound of Sasuke's bike leaving behind her.

Once inside, Sakura walked to her bedroom and grabbed her car keys. She quickly went to her car and started it, leaving for Temari's shortly after.

Ino and Sakura reached Temari's at the same time. "Did she tell you anything about him?" Ino inquired as they walked to the front door.

"Nothing, except that he's a little mentally disturbed," Sakura said.

"Yeah, and something about him transferring from a special school for people with psychological problems," Ino added.

"I hadn't heard that part," Sakura frowned. They rang the doorbell and were quickly greeted by Temari.

"I'm glad you could come," Temari said as she ushered the girls up the stairs and to her brother's room. "His old school was a boarding school if you're wondering why you haven't met him before," she explained.

"Gaara, this is Sakura and this is Ino," She said, introducing the three of them, "Ino, Sakura, my younger brother Gaara."

Before them stood the scariest looking person they'd ever met. He wore military boots, Mondo Tripp pants loaded with thick; heavy looking chains, both of which were nearly completely covered by a trench coat that also seemed to be covering a fishnet shirt. His eyes were loaded with thick black eyeliner but it didn't make him look pretty like Sasuke's did. In fact, he looked even creepier, like a raccoon; his eyes piercing; taunting; waiting. He'd shaven off his eyebrows and dyed his hair a crimson red. The thing that shocked the girls the most though, was the tattoo imprinted right onto his forehead.

"It's nice to me-meet you…" Sakura said, trying to hide her fear.

Gaara's eyes seemed to double in size, nearly popping out as his brow furrowed in an unmatched amount of intense anger.

"I told you I didn't want to meet anyone today," he spat towards Temari.

"They're just a few of my friends Gaara, wouldn't it be nice to know a few people so you won't feel uncomfortable if you have questions on Monday?" Temari asked innocently. Gaara ignored her and brushed past the three of them and down the stairs, the front door banging in his wake.

"So, your brothers a psycho and I totally thought you were joking when you said he had mental problems," Ino said. Temari scoffed but Sakura nodded her head in agreement. One thing she and Ino had definitely learned though: they did not want to get on that boy's shit list.

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Sasuke had arrived home. He started to walk to the stairs that led to the hallway his bedroom was located at when arms wrapped around him from behind. 'Shit!'

One of the hands snaked its way to his mouth, pinching the sides of his face, making his cheeks and lips puff out. The hand gripping his face jerked it to the side, making it easier for Madara to stare at his eyes, but also causing pain in Sasuke's neck from the sudden whiplash. "I don't get it… I don't get it… I… Don't… Get… It," Madara repeated.

"D-don't get what… sir?" Sasuke asked. He wasn't answered. Instead, Madara, keeping a firm grip on Sasuke to hold him in place, leaned his face towards his. He continued to stare into Sasuke's eyes, his own darting back and forth to look between the two. 'What's he going to do to me?' Sasuke asked himself.

Slowly Madara opened his mouth and exhaled, allowing his hot breath to swim into Sasuke's face. Sasuke unintentionally closed his eyes from the pushing air. Madara gently kissed both of Sasuke's closed eyes, "please turn soon," he pleaded, but when Sasuke opened his eyes again they were still black. Madara sighed in a defeated manner and lightly released his grip on Sasuke. Sasuke sank to the ground; his energy always seemed to drain from his encounters with his grandfather. "You're eyes are perfect but you're still a failure. If you were more like your brother they'd be red by now. Stop wasting my time and hurry up and get stronger," Madara ordered, glaring at Sasuke as he towered over him.

"Y-yes sir," Sasuke stuttered. Madara stared at Sasuke a while longer before he finally huffed and walked away, Sasuke running up the stairs to his room a couple of minutes later, locking the door behind him. He paced his room back and forth, from one wall to the other and back again. Why was Madara like that? Had he always been that crazy? Sasuke collapsed onto his bed, trying to ignore the familiar questions that had been popping into his head since he had first moved here and discovered what a freak Madara was.

He needed to vent. He needed to get his mind off of the situation. Normally he'd write his problems out but he feared someone would find what he would write and would try to blackmail him like Sakura was doing. He growled in frustration. He didn't want to call his brother; he hated how he always needed to rely on him. But there was someone else who thought of him as a brother, wasn't there? He grabbed his cell phone and dialed the familiar number.

The number he dialed never stopped its ringing. After a few minutes there was a click and the answering machine sounded, "Hello! You've reached the Umino and Uzumaki residence, we're not here to answer the phone right now… So leave your info and we might call back!" Naruto's voice sounded towards the end of the message, overriding Iruka's.

"Naruto are you home? Pick up the phone!" Sasuke demanded. He stayed on the line a few minutes later before he heard another click.

"Hello?" Naruto answered groggily.

"Were you sleeping?" Sasuke wondered.

"Yeah… What's up?" Naruto asked.

"Madara attacked me again today," Sasuke answered.

"Again? He attacked you earlier?" Naruto asked befuddled and waking up a little more. It wasn't like Madara to confront Sasuke more than once a day. "It wasn't anything serious was it? Did you tell Itachi?"

"I hate having to depend on Itachi," Sasuke snorted.

"Yeah well you don't defend yourself so someone has to for you," Naruto argued. "Just stay away from him as much as you can and don't leave Itachi's side tomorrow! Got that?"

"Yeah…"

"Good, look, call me if he does it a third time okay? But for now I really need to get back to bed," Naruto hung up and Sasuke sighed. He wasn't sure what he thought would happen if he called Naruto, but he did feel a little better from telling someone. He put his phone on his desk and sprawled out on his bed.

He was finally starting to calm down and drift off into a nice nap when a loud banging echoed from the other side of his door. "Sasuke get out here, we need to talk!" Madara demanded from outside his room.

'Again?' Sasuke asked himself as he sat up and stared at his door; the handle jiggling as Madara tried desperately to get inside.

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AN: Chapter 4: EDITED

-If you see any errors let me know plz