When Itachi woke up, the first thing he recognized was a soft buzzing noise. "What are you doing, Madara-san?" He asked groggily.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm trying to help you, silly weasel." Itachi growled softly at the nickname. "Oh, don't be such a boring, annoyed weasel."
"I'm only annoyed because I'm sick and you're bothering me."
"I'm bothering you?" The older Uchiha said.
"Yes, you're bothering me. You're creeping on me in the middle of the night. How is that not bothersome?"
"I'm helping to try to cure you." The older Uchiha laid on top of him while rubbing his back softly.
"Wouldn't sleep be a better cure than you straddling me from behind?" He heard Madara's dark chuckle.
"Be a nice little weasel, Itachi-kun." Itachi felt the older Uchiha nip his ear softly and growled. He was feeling better than when he first woke up, but not great, and it was not helped by the older man's constant insistence to annoy him.
"Get off, Madara-san." He commanded in annoyance. "I just want to sleep this off." Madara bit the younger Uchiha on the neck somewhat hard, making the younger yelp in surprise and pain. The younger of the two heard the older chuckle darkly again.
"You do remember our deal, don't you?"
"Blackmailer…" Itachi rubbed where Madara had bitten. The skin hadn't even been broken, but it still hurt. Madara growled at being called names and bit the younger man again, harder, making him yelp again.
"Watch your mouth, weasel. Or next time I will break the skin." Itachi rubbed his neck again, and wondered what he had done in order to deserve Madara as an eternal punishment. His thoughts faded to black, though, as he passed out.