Okayyyyy soooo; i updated! yay! Anywayyy; i introduced Madara in this. and please don't hate cause i want him in here. There is some Uchihacest in here; but it's not the kind you'd think. I added it in cause it seemed like the story needed it. enjoyyy.

It must have been pure luck what happen next

It must have been pure luck what happen next. A mission surfaced a day after Itachi's return. It was a dangerous one. One that even the Hokage advised that Itachi not take it. He was not completely well and this mission could lead to Itachi's death. Fugaku didn't want to hear any of it and insisted that Itachi take it. Luckily the night before Itachi came down with a horrible cough. A doctor suggested that it was due to the fact that Itachi was still weaken from his trip the the hospital. Fugaku spit at that; a ninja was a ninja. Who got sick? Mikoto on the other hand had a devious smile as she watched Fugaku turn down the mission. She smiled because she had poisoned Itachi. It wouldn't kill him but it would leave him completely drained; and he'd need his mother once again.

More than anything; Itachi HATED being ill. He hated staying in his bed. He hated his mother coming in. he hated Sasuke pretending to treat him. He HATED it. But for once Itachi was relived to actually be resting; as he should.

The house was quiet that day. Fugaku had taken a mission to let off some steam about the rejected mission. Mikoto had taken Sasuke reluctantly into town to a small fair. They would all be gone for hours. Itachi wasn't completely bed ridden; he could stand and walk; but only short distances.

Itachi lay in his cooled bed; he was currently burning up. And at the moment Itachi felt the sickest he had felt in years. He could barely turn himself over. So he lay on his back breathing heavily.

Suddenly a small noise only a prodigy like Itachi would hear caught his attention. Itachi's head snapped up. The sound was dull and distant; but it came from the house. It sounded like a door had been opened. Itachi knew it couldn't have been his mother; father; or Sasuke. That left only one…

Shisui.

Itachi's heart skipped a beat. He began to shake as he tried with all his mite to get into a sitting position. But he failed so Itachi laid still and tried to figure out who was there. The presence was definitely in the house and coming this way. Itachi was still so weak he couldn't read the chakra signature. Panic began to well up inside of him. What if it was Shisui! What would stop him from having his way with him again? Itachi began to panic even more.

The person was at his door. Hovering there. Itachi held his breath. He must have looked so weak. Laying in his bed with tears streaming down his face. The door moved a bit. Itachi sucked in even more breath. The cool tears rand down his burning face. The door opened slightly and Itachi felt that the presence was strong. Very strong. Itachi squeezed the blanket on his bed.

"Shisui-san…" Itachi wearily breathed.

The presence paused at this then proceeded in.

"Father…?"

Itachi exhaled. It was only him. Itachi quickly wiped away the tears on his face. Fugaku watched his son then sat on the edge of his bed. He stared off into space as Itachi composed himself.

"What are you doing home?"

Fugaku continued to stare.

"Why did you say… Shisui-san?"

Itachi felt cold suddenly.

"I know about you two."

Itachi held his breath; he couldn't even look at him anymore.

"I know what he did."

Itachi shut his eyes; reliving that horrible moment.

"I know he made you cry. I know he ruined you."

Itachi began to cry again.

Fugaku reached out and touched Itachi's cheek. Itachi wasn't sure if he was offering comfort or not; but he leaned into the touch anyway. Fugaku dragged his fingers over Itachi's cheek. Itachi stopped crying; but still looked miserable.

"You know; we spend so much time together; you'd think I would have seen this before. You'd think I'd know what you look like this close. You'd think I'd know what your skin feels… like…"

Fugaku's touch was intense. Itachi looked up at Fugaku who was looking back at him. Fugaku leaned in slowly. Itachi stayed still; after all he was a child; he didn't know what was going to happen.

"Just be quiet Itachi-chan."

Itachi's eyes widen as Fugaku kissed his lips gently. The kiss was full of frustration and passion. Fugaku had been waiting a while for this. Itachi was too weak to do much of anything so he remained still as Fugaku got more aggressive.

"Your mother thinks you are all hers… she always thought that. ALWAYS."

Itachi felt tears bleed from his eyes. He wanted this to stop. Fugaku grabbed a handful of Itachi's hair and pulled it. Itachi let out a painful moan. Fugaku smirked.

"Silly Itachi."

Fugaku ripped off the blanket covering Itachi. Itachi felt the warmth rip away as well. Fugaku reached for Itachi's pants. Itachi had enough.

"STOP FATHER! STOP!"

Fugaku stopped. He got up off of Itachi. He stared at Itachi.

"Don't mention this again; you hear me? Never."

And he left. Itachi felt sick. He was sick. His own father had almost had his way with him. First his best friend then his father, Itachi curled up into a ball. He was alone. He shivered. Fugaku tasted like sake. He hated that. Itachi felt horribly weak too. He began to cry.

Suddenly another intense chakra movement in the house. Itachi curled tighter into a ball. It could be Fugaku again; or it could really be Shisui this tome. Itachi shivered. Whoever it was; was not choosing to be quiet. They made a lot of noise as the mad their way to his room. Itachi felt them at his door. Whoever it was should just come in and take him. That's what they want. That what they all want.

The door opened; and Itachi's eyes closed. The person was strong by their chakra signature.

"If you're going to do it; JUST FUCKING DO IT!" Itachi screamed as tears rolled down his cheeks.

The person sat near Itachi. Itachi sobbed. The person touched Itachi's cheek. Itachi sobbed louder. The person told him to "shhh" and Itachi stopped. The voice was not of Shisui or his father. The voice was completely new. Itachi refused to open his eyes though. The person stroked Itachi's messy hair.

"There is no need to worry Itachi; I would never harm you."

Itachi felt secure but remained tense.

"Itachi I will always protect you."

Itachi bit his lip.

"Itachi; look at me."

Itachi didn't move.

"Is that really anyway to treat Madara Uchiha?"