Here's chapter... Chapter... xD Chapter seven!! -whacked with a wooden plank-
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kishimoto's characters. I do own the plot, though.
CONTAINS: Violence, blood, gore, abuse, yaoi, shounen-ai, alcohol, gambling, love, romance.
PAIRINGS: Main, MadaXIta. Side pairings; FugaXIta, JiraXIta, HidaXIta, KakuXHida, SasoXDei, DeiXIta. (These pairings are just here so I can keep track. :D)
A/N: This was a rushed chapter and I am really sorry if it's not the best work. -flail-
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Chapter Seven: Don't Trust Him.
It hadn't been too long since Itachi had arrived. Orochimaru's gang hadn't even went after him again for reasons unknown to everyone, but the cops. Itachi found himself lying on Madara's bed in the club. He listened to the music pounding downstairs and people cheering. He had woken up as soon as Madara left the bed to go to a meeting with the other gang members. Itachi was left to think for himself... Can I really trust Madara? I mean... I know I should, but I have this sinking feeling in my stomach... Maybe it's from being away from him so long... Yea, that's it. I'm just worried that he's not here right now. He thought, then sat up. He got dressed in one of Madara's black button up shirts and a pair of loose fitting black jeans. He put his sneakers on and walked out of the room. Exiting the room, Itachi headed down the hallway, which was like a balcony that looked over the entire club. Neon lights flashed, music blasted through the many speakers, people were drinking and dancing. Itachi leaned on the railing for a bit, frowning. He sighed.
"Something wrong, Uchiha?" Pein asked, coming up beside him. His ringed gaze scanned the crowds. Itachi stood up straight, looking at him, then back at the crowds.
"I dunno... I just have a bad feeling." He mumbled. Pein glanced at him, cocking his head a bit. His piercings caught the lights of the dance floor.
"... Then listen to it. You can't just assume it's nothing... Trust me, I'd know a bad feeling." He replied, leaning on the railing. Itachi looked at him thoughtfully. Pein was probably one of the smartest members in Akatsuki, besides Zetsu. Pein always followed his instincts, which is what kept him out of prison. Pein's eyes flickered.
"Madara's back." He said in a monotone. Itachi looked up. Madara was walking in through the front doors. He looked stressed. Itachi headed to the stairs to meet him. Madara came up the stairs.
"Madara, are you all right?" Itachi asked. Madara looked at him, then shrugged.
"I... I don't know. I'm just tired." He said quietly, gripping something in his pocket. Itachi followed him back to the room curiously.
"You should get some rest."
"Yea, I know... I just need to get some things off my chest." Madara replied, then grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge in the corner of the room. Itachi frowned. He's still gonna drink? He wondered cautiously. Most people knew the Uchiha family didn't handle too much alcohol well, but Madara seemed to forget it, being a member of the family himself. He tossed something into his mouth and swallowed it with the beer. Itachi frowned.
"What was that?" He demanded. Madara looked at him and smiled.
"It's nothing... Just some pills for my headache. Why are you so jittery, Itachi?" He asked. Itachi hesitated. He's right... I need to calm down... He thought.
"Come here." Madara said quietly. Itachi didn't pause and walked right up to him, looking up.
"What?"
"You know I love you, right?" Madara asked, almost as if he were about to step on a land mine. Itachi blinked, then nodded.
"Of course... Why?" He questioned. Madara smiled, leaning down to touch his nose to Itachi's.
"Can I show you?"
"Again? Madara, we just did it last night-"
"Are you tired already?"
"Madara, I'm not here for just sex."
"I know that... But you know, sex is the act of showing love~" Madara said quietly, holding Itachi close to him. Itachi frowned. Normally I'd be eager to let him touch me... But, now I just don't want it. Maybe there's something wrong with me. He thought, then looked at Madara.
"I'm sorry." He apologized. Madara raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry for what?"
"I don't know... I'm acting weird."
"You're acting fine to me..."
"Madara, you just offered me sex and I said no."
"Well... That's all right. We don't HAVE to." Madara let him go, turning away to go back to drinking. Itachi grabbed Madara's jacket sleeve, jerking him back. Madara smirked, finding his lips connected to Itachi's. Itachi licked Madara's lips, pushing his tongue past his uncle's lips and meeting his tongue. Itachi gripped Madara's jacket sleeve, one hand coming to rest on the back of his neck. Madara slipped one hand around Itachi's waist, letting his hand rest just above Itachi's ass. Madara shook off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor as he easily pushed Itachi back on the bed. Itachi fell back without protest. I can't argue with him... I have to make things go back to the way they were... If I know anything that Madara hates, it's change. He thought as Madara got on top of him. Madara entangled his fingers in Itachi's silky black hair, bringing one of his knees between Itachi's legs and nudging them apart. Madara leaned down, kissing on Itachi's parted lips.
"Mmm... You smell good, 'Tachi..." He whispered in Itachi's ear, kissing it. Itachi shivered, trying to come up with something to respond, but nothing witty came to mind. Madara brought his knee up gently, rubbing it against the bulge that was growing in Itachi's pants. Itachi gasped, his fingers tangling in Madara's hair. He pulled Madara down quickly, their tongues clashing. Itachi panted softly as Madara stole his breath away. He knew he wasn't enjoying it as much as he used to. There was something wrong with the situation... Madara seemed to be the only one enjoying it, dominating him. Itachi accidentally cringed at the thought, making Madara lean back.
"What?" Madara asked, sounding more disappointed than concerned. Itachi frowned.
"Something's not right."
"What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?" Madara still sounded upset, making Itachi alert. He'd been around his drunk father since he was five-years-old and he could tell Madara had way too much to drink. Had he been drinking at his meeting? Madara looked down at him, looking upset and exhausted.
"Well?" He asked. Itachi hesitated, trying to choose his words carefully.
"... Were you drinking at your meeting?"
"Why?"
"Well... You're acting a bit strange."
"How am I acting strange? I'm acting like I always do."
"All right... Well... Maybe you should go to sleep. I'll go visit my mom and Sasuke, then come back to see you, okay?"
"Why are you leaving me? I just got you back, I don't want you to leave." Madara tried, grasping one of Itachi's wrists. Panic flooded into Itachi's body, his mind reeling.
"Madara?"
"Sorry!" Madara let go, getting off the bed. Itachi sat up, watching Madara grab his coat off the floor. He was worried. Why was Madara acting so strange? Was it the alcohol?
"Madara-"
"I'm sorry.... I need to go get something off my mind, Itachi. I'm sorry, I'll be back tonight." Madara said quickly, then walked out the door. Itachi's expression contorted into hurt and confusion. What's wrong with him? He wondered sadly, then got out of bed. He brushed his hair, seeing as it was all messed up. He willed his 'little problem' away, heading downstairs. Kisame was sitting at the bar, drinking. Damn. Itachi thought. It wasn't good to drink around with someone who was drunk.
"Kisame?" Itachi asked, hoping Kisame was still sober. Kisame looked up.
"Hm? Oh, hey, Itachi."
"Are you good enough to drive?"
"Yea, why?"
"I need to go check on my family."
"All right... I'll drive ya there. Is it all right with Madara?" Kisame asked, then immediately regretted it by the look that crossed Itachi's face.
"Madara... Said it was all right..." Itachi said quietly. Kisame nodded, taking his keys from Itachi, who'd brought them down from the room. Kisame allowed Itachi into the car and they drove off.
"... How are things between you and Madara?" He asked cautiously. Itachi looked at him, then at his lap.
"He's acting really strange."
"What do you mean?"
"... I don't know if it's mean or him... But, he keeps trying to... Have sex, even when I don't feel like it."
"You've only been back for a short while. He's probably excited to have you back."
"He doesn't act like it... He acts like he just lost his sex toy." Itachi stated, getting out of the car when Kisame parked it. Kisame frowned. Itachi slammed the door shut and went inside the apartment. He knocked on the door, seeing as it was locked. The door opened.
"I'll do it in a minute, mom, I-" Sasuke stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes going wide. Itachi gave a weak smile.
"I'm back."
"Aniki!" Sasuke gave him a tight hug, cuddling his face in his shirt. Itachi was half surprised, half glad that Sasuke hugged him. After Sasuke let him go, he walked in, closing the door. Next, he was attacked by his mother, who hugged him and kissed him.
"Ohhh, Itachi! I missed you so much! I thought you were gone!" She sobbed, kissing his cheek repeatedly. Itachi normally would have pushed her away, but found himself unable to. He secretly enjoyed the attention he was receiving. His mother announced she was going to cook for him and fled to the kitchen. Sasuke and Itachi sat on the couch to wait.
"We really missed you, aniki..." Sasuke was saying. Itachi smiled at him.
"I missed you too." He said and he meant it. He had missed Sasuke and his mother. Sasuke sighed, leaning back on the couch.
"Mom doesn't like you being in that gang... It's really dangerous."
"... Yea, I know."
"Why can't you just quit?"
"Sasuke, you can't quit a gang once you join."
"Why not?"
"You carry a lot of secrets and you might spill them. So, they don't want you quitting. If you don't want to be in a gang, you want to be dead."
"That's stupid..."
"Agreed..." Itachi said quietly. He did find it upsetting that he couldn't quit. He rather live a normal life with his mother and brother. Maybe even move away from the run down, gangbanging city.
"Aniki, can't we move away and say you died?" Sasuke asked, almost reading Itachi's mind. Itachi half smiled.
"It'd be a good idea... If we had more money..." He replied. Sasuke pouted stubbornly.
"That's stupid."
"A lot of things are stupid, aren't they?"
"Yea." Sasuke stated. Itachi leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes. I miss things the way they were... Even if my dad wasn't here. Long before Madara and I got together... Oh, damn it. There's no point living in the past. He thought, then looked up as his mom came dancing into the living room with the dinner.
"Here we go, boys! Now we can eat as a family!"
Family...
Itachi was leaving the apartment to go back to the club. He decided it would be better if he walked. The Sound gang members weren't allowed on this side of town anymore anyway, apparently. Itachi headed toward the club, his hand shoved in the pockets of his jeans. His sneakers barely made a sound as he walked. His eyes were on the sidewalk up ahead. Suddenly, a car pulled up beside him, putting him on alert. He stepped back as the window of the passenger side rolled down. He frowned. Madara was sitting at the wheel with Jiraiya and Hashirama in the back seat.
"Madara? What're you doing?" Itachi asked. Madara smiled innocently.
"Picking you up. We're going back to the club."
"..."
"It's safer than walking~"
"... All right." Itachi sighed and opened the door, getting into the black sports car. Madara only smirked and locked the doors, driving down the street. Itachi leaned on the door, looking out the tinted windows.
"Soooo, Itachi, how're you doing now that you're back from Hell?" Jiraiya asked, definitely drunk, in the back seat. Itachi frowned.
"Fine," He looked at Madara, who was smirking, "You're not all drunk, are you?"
"Nope. I mean, I had a couple drinks, but not as many as the perv back there." Madara said, jabbing a thumb at Jiraiya, who huffed. Madara was drunk too. Itachi sighed. This was a bad idea. He thought. Even Hashirama, who was usually more mature than Madara, was drunk. He was leaning in the back seat, chugging down a bottle of beer. Jiraiya was trying to start a fight with him over who gets the bottle. Madara kept laughing. Itachi covered his ears, closing his eyes. He was debating whether he should jump out or not...
"Don't be such a bitch, Jiraiya. He's the one who bought all the booze!" Madara called back.
"I'm not the bitch, Madara!"
"Shut up, Jiraiya!"
"Both of you shut up!" Hashirama snapped, hitting Jiraiya with his elbow and Madara with the bottle.
"Ow!" Both of the two younger men yelped. Itachi sighed with a short relief, then frowned, looking at Madara.
"Madara, why are you doing this?" He asked. The car went silent as Madara looked at him.
"Doing what?"
"I don't know if it's you or me, but something's not the same as it used to be." Itachi murmured. Madara looked at him for a while, then shrugged.
"It seems to be the same to me."
"It's not! All you keep asking me for is sex, damn it!" Itachi was pissed off, even if Madara was drunk, Madara usually said things that were true... Jiraiya whistled.
"I thought that was what it was all about anyway." He said aloud. Hashirama was still quiet, looking at Itachi with pity. Madara frowned.
"I sort of did too." That did it. Itachi glared at him.
"Is that was it was? All you wanted was to get me in bed?"
"Well... Not all the time. I needed someone to talk to and you always listened and worried about me. It was cute... You are good in bed too, if that's what you want to hear."
"NO. I don't want to hear that! And I don't want you to say that in front of them!" Itachi snapped, pointing at the two other gang leaders. Jiraiya rolled his eyes.
"Someone's in a pissy mood." He said. Hashirama continued to look on in pity. He did pity the little Uchiha teenager. Madara was not the right guy to date and not just because he hated the elder Uchiha. He knew Madara was just a sex-craved bastard and to be honest with himself, he knew he could be like that too... Gang life was just using and throwing away... And Itachi was one of the items that were being used.
"I'm more than pissed! Let me out of the car, Madara! I'm going back home!" Itachi ordered. Madara frowned, glancing at him.
"Too bad. We're almost there."
"I don't care! Drop me off!"
"No way. There are sick people out there."
"And you're one of them!" Itachi threw back. Madara hit the breaks. Jiraiya, Hashirama, and Itachi all flew forward, hitting what was in front of them. Itachi hit the side of his head on the window.
"Ngh." Itachi gripped the side of his head. Madara kicked the door open and got out, heading to Itachi's side and pulling the door open. He grabbed Itachi's arm roughly.
"That's it. I've had enough mouth out of you." He growled then jerked Itachi out. Itachi stumbled a bit, wincing.
"Ow! Madara, let go!"
"No! I don't like being yelled at like that!" Madara snapped, dragging Itachi toward the club. Hashirama and Jiraiya shared looks, then got out the car and ran after Madara, who was dragging Itachi through the now empty club.
"Let go of me!"
"No way! Do I look stupid to you?!"
"Madara, stop it!"
"What the Hell is going on?" Konan demanded as she came around to the front. Madara glared at her.
"None of your business!" He snapped as he continued to the stairs. Jiraiya looked around the club, then at Konan.
"He's pissed cuz Itachi has a big mouth." He said aloud. Hashirama smacked him in the back of the head. Konan's eyes widened.
"He's not gonna hurt him, is he?!"
"I dunno... He's pretty pissed off." Jiraiya grumbled, rubbing the back of his head.
"I thought they were..." Konan's voice trailed off as Madara disappeared up the stairs.
"Madara, let me go!" Itachi snapped. Madara gripped his arm tighter, leading him to their room. Madara shoved Itachi in, shutting the door behind them. Itachi watched Madara carefully.
"Madara, you've been drinking too much... Can't you just go to sleep?" He asked. Madara glared at him.
"You embarrassed me in front of them!"
"It's not my fault! You were acting...!"
"Acting what?!"
"You were acting like a dick, Madara!"
"Is that what you think I am, you little whore?!"
"I am not a whore, shut up!"
"Are to! Don't you remember the time Jiraiya kissed you?"
"I didn't do that!"
"You helped it along, lying on the couch like the little slut you are!"
"I am not a slut!! And, Madara, my hand was broken, I couldn't do anything!"
"Whatever! You're such a liar!"
"Why are you acting like this?! You weren't like this before what happened with Orochimaru!"
"Shut up, Itachi!" Madara didn't bother to answer him and shoved past him, knocking him on the floor to grab a beer from the fridge. Itachi looked at him, then the door. He got up and made a grab for it, but Madara grabbed him around the waist.
"STOP!"
"Madara, let go of me! It's obvious you don't want me to around, so just let go!"
"Nooo! You're the one who's changed, Itachi!"
"Me?!"
"You won't let me talk to you like we used to! You won't let me have sex with you, you won't let me do anything!"
"Mngh, Madara, let go! Ah, stop touching me!" Itachi gasped when one of Madara's hands traveled down his stomach. Madara brought his lips to Itachi's ear.
"Let's try again, okay? Let's go back to the way things were..." He pleaded in Itachi's ear. Itachi shut his eyes tightly. He's drunk... Way too drunk... He thought, finding the whole situation to be depressing. He reeled his elbow back, jamming it into Madara's ribs. Madara gasped, then winced, holding his stomach. Itachi threw the door open and ran out into the hallway, heading down the stairs. The rest of the Akatsuki, including Jiraiya and Hashirama were all there and looked up.
"Itachi!" Konan cried. Itachi glanced up quickly, hearing the bedroom door fly open. He looked around.
"Where's Kisame? I need another ride home." He stated.
"He's around back."
"If Madara asks, I'm already gone!" Itachi hurried around back to where all the alcohol and a few old couches were. Kisame was gathering up a box of wine and looked up.
"Itachi?"
"I need another ride home and fast."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"It's Madara."
"... All right. Let me get my keys." Kisame said and disappeared into a separate room where the employee lockers were. Itachi was just heading to the door to leave when he heard it. A loud click. He jerked his head up.
"Madara, stop!"
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BAM!
Black began to fringe around Itachi's vision, his body was feeling cold. Dizziness settled in.
"Oh..." It sounded like Madara's voice, but it was hard to tell. More shouting was in the background, but Itachi couldn't hear them well either. Only the sound of his own heart pounding in his chest... Slower... And slower...
From the other points of view was only the image of the Uchiha teenager collapsing to his knees and falling on his side. Kisame rushed out first, touching Itachi's shoulder.
"Itachi? Itachi, wake up!" He urged.
"You shot him!" Konan managed to cry out. Madara looked confused at first, then seemed to slowly become sober, or at least realized what he had done.
"Ohh... Oh! Oh my god!" He dropped the gun and raced forward, getting down by Itachi. Blood spread out like an oil spill on the front of his shirt. Itachi looked dazed, his eyes seeming to search the ceiling for answers.
"Itachi, say something!" Madara pleaded. Itachi blinked and looked at him tiredly.
"Are you... Sober yet...?"
"Itachi...! Itachi, I'm so sorry! I just... I don't know what happened. I drank too much..."
"I know..."
"Itachi, breath, all right? We have an ambulance coming." Madara said as calmly as he could. Itachi sucked in a sharp breath, wincing a bit.
"It hurts..."
"I know, Itachi, I know. I'm sorry... When we get out of the hospital, you can shoot me back."
"Don't be... Stupid... Madara..."
"Itachi..." Madara couldn't stop himself from holding Itachi to him tightly, letting the blood stain the front of his clothes. Itachi sighed, trying not to wince in pain as Madara held onto him. I'm horrible! I shot him! He could die!! Where's that ambulance?! He thought worriedly.
"Madara?"
"What? What is it, Itachi?"
"Promise me... That when I get out of that hospital... Again..."
"..."
"You'll stop drinking..."
"Right, of course! I'll never touch another bottle of vodka again!" Madara cried. Itachi couldn't stop a quiet laugh, despite the pain.
"Good..." Itachi's world went black...
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A/N: This was... Supposed to be more detailed and sad than I expected it to be... But, oh well. NO, this is not the last chapter. There... Maybe one or two more chapters. Depends... o3o It's hard to tell. :D Well, anyway, I hope you enjoyed this despite a lot of OOCness and... Probably the sketchiness. ; I was in a hurry near the end because I can't keep my eyes open any longer. -headdesk-
