Angel Of Darkness

Chapter One: The Goose

Konoha City, 2012

"Akatsuki Taka High School, B-Building, Second Floor, Physical Geology," Uchiha Madara looked up from his schedule with a carnal grin on his face. "Izuna will definitely be here," he muttered.

Next to him stood a younger male by the name of Uchiha Itachi, whom had a blank look on his face, He wasn't as excited as Madara to be here. Of course, Madara wouldn't blame him.

Who wanted to go through high school all over again?

"I thought you said Izuna hated school." Itachi muttered bitterly.

Madara softened his grin as he crossed his arms, thinking about his beloved baby brother, and how he always seemed to do things that contradicted him. It was just like Izuna.

"Oh he detests school, I just think that he's taking this little game of hide and seek to a new scale," Madara said.

"I think he did that when he took it to a global scale." Itachi muttered indifferently. He was familiar with the so called game of 'hide and seek.' that Madara and Izuna played.

The objective of the game had dwindled down to the fact that either of them could hide anywhere in the world making things extremely difficult for the one doing the seeking. Unfortunately it was Izuna's turn this time around to hide and Madara to seek him out again.

Last time it had been Madara hiding and Izuna seeking, although Izuna had gotten a lot more creative with this game of theirs.

Madara turned to look at his young charge, and shook his head. "You didn't have to come you know."

Itachi shrugged. He knew that he didn't have to come.

The fact was that he was bored with nothing better to do, and therefore did not deny helping Madara seek out Izuna this time. He just had not expected it to be at a high school. He had gone to only a few high schools before just for spare time, and he never really took to them much.

He had already learned all that they would ever teach him. Madara sighed, and Itachi tilted his head a little, curious now, "What makes you think that he's here?"

"Well you know these uniforms we are wearing?" Madara said while pointing down at himself. Both he and Itachi were wearing long white sleeved button up shirts, and black dress pants, the tie there just to finish the outfit. "He sent it anonymously with a hint that said, 'can you figure out what school uses these uniforms?" Madara turned around reaching up with one hand to brush aside his long thick mass of raven hair, so he could show that there was a red cloud imprinted on the back of the uniform. "And it was obvious, really,"

Itachi raised his hand to massage his temple. "Either that, or he has come up with a new motive to go to school." Itachi muttered.

Madara shrugged, not dismissing Itachi's thoughts. There was no way of telling what Izuna could be up to and lately he had been acting a little more secretive. It had Madara on edge, seeing as Izuna, as his mate never kept things from him.

"Let's go and see if we can find him. The sooner we do, the sooner I can end this game." Madara tugged on his sleeves, and reached a hand up to run through the mess of raven long spikes, making sure they were as messy as always.

Itachi would have rolled his eyes, but he didn't see the point on wasting energy doing that. Instead he fallowed Madara into the school, coming into a society where students not only came to learn, but to socialize and make friends.

Every human at this stage was finding their way in life, and it was a painful sight.

The first thing that greeted them as they entered was the clusters of students. Girls all together giggling and acting giddy about their first day back to school, and back to a new year. Making plans on how they were going to get their first boyfriends,

Then there were boys showing off their new technology, and their skate things. There were nerds pushing up their glasses and showing off their thick books. The only thing these kids had in common was the fact that they were trying their best to belong somewhere.

Itachi could still remember the night he had been given a second chance at life, and had started to really live his life. At first, he had just wanted to be as far away as possible from Madara, and everyone that he knew, for that matter. He had been trying to figure out the new change in him, as well as the reason for his own death.

He could never figure it out, not for the new life of him.

In spite of everything, he had done what he wanted, when he wanted. He had traveled far through the years and witnessed so many things happen in life, but lately he had been feeling restless. There was so much that power and freedom gave him, but sometimes he just wanted to be normal and experience something normal.

Instead, he continued to go through life alone, meeting people and watching them live life, then die. Life felt endless and in a sense lonely. Life for him seemed like it was going to last forever and he felt lost, unable to fill the emptiness he suddenly felt inside. A feeling that had grown with time.

He couldn't die.

Itachi knew he could kill himself, but that really wasn't what he wanted.

Throughout the years since he was brought back to life, he had to live with the fact that he never aged, and some people wouldn't take him seriously. After a while of living many things began to dull, making life just a burden on him.

Ignoring the existence of Madara had never been an option.

In time he had reunited back with him, and had gotten to know Madara and Izuna. Two complete strangers to him, no matter how much Madara tried to appear to be part of the Uchiha family before, they were people he didn't know. Yet, for some strange reason, he associated them as his parents.

It wasn't something that was often conscious, but something he had become aware of with time.

It was true that Madara had given him new life, and Izuna was Madara's mate, making it like a tie of their blood in a sense, that brought him back to life. The feeling was unshakable, Madara is his father, and Izuna is his mother no matter how any other thought.

Unmistakably, both of them were his parents, and they both treated him as their son. They made him belong.

Still, that was not what bothered Itachi most of the time. He could accept Madara and Izuna as his parents. They were nothing like his human parents whom had perished long ago. No, what truly bothered him was his lack of interest in life and that lingering emptiness that echoed inside.

It made no sense.

He often wondered how Madara and Izuna always had a taste for life. They had been living for over seven hundred years.

Itachi had only been twenty when he first died, and had been frozen at that age despite actually being well over a hundred years old now. Not that his age would matter. The issue didn't remain there. It remained on the fact that life had started to fade for him. It has been nothing but dull, and easy to ignore, but lately it was like that feeling had doubled itself.

He didn't know what he was missing.

"This must be building B,"

"Are we actually going to show up for class?" Itachi asked as he looked at the tall black and red lined building. It was unlike the colors of any other school. They seemed a bit sinister. Madara gave Itachi a stern look but the younger immortal simply raised an eyebrow in challenge to it.

"Yes we are actually going to show up for class, what's the problem with playing the role of studious smart students?" Madara deadpanned and Itachi shrugged. He really didn't care. He just wished they didn't have to go to school in the first place.

Learning the same crap over and over again was getting a little tedious, not that they had attended school regularly over the years, it was just sometimes life got boring and school tended to provide a medium, and well high school was like elementary school to them.

"Let's just go to class, you can sulk all you want once we get to our seats."

"I do not sulk," Itachi muttered, and followed Madara into the next building.

Both found themselves the center of attention of a cluster of girls that were standing in the halls intimidating the small amount of boys found there. They were masses of giggling girls, with flushed cheeks, and cell phones in their hands.

Whatever they were gossiping and giggling about, it seemed to have intimidated the boys there.

"Oh my God," they vaguely heard as they headed towards the stairs and continued on to the second floor. Madara was swift in pushing the door open, yet at the same time trying to hear what was being said around him "Did you see them? Did you? They were so handsome."

There were a large of amounts of gushes, squeals, and swoons.

"No one is as pretty as Izuna!" Another chorus of girls squealed and Madara smirked as his chest swelled with pride and the door slammed closed behind him.

He turned to look at Itachi, whom still looked indifferent, and gestured for upstairs. Those girls were right. There was no one as pretty as his precious otouto. Madara couldn't wait to find him and see what kind of game his little brother wanted to play this time around.

Itachi, on the other hand, sighed.

Izuna really was here. There could only be danger as to what new game that Uchiha could come up with, and something told Itachi that it would have to deal with all the humans in this school. There was no question about it, seeing as Izuna had already infatuated what seemed to be the entire female population.

He was suddenly sure he wasn't going to like this.

Madara had made it to the school, just as he had planned.

Uchiha Izuna licked his lips as he watched his handsome big brother enter the school, a little surprised that Itachi had come along with him. Last he remembered, Itachi seemed to be getting his issues on being given a second life. Although, that had been years ago, his poor conflicted son…shaking his head of old thoughts, Izuna, from the safety of Building A continued to watch his mate and their son as they walked around the main floor campus.

"What are you looking at?" Slightly startled, Izuna turned his eyes to his youngest. The curious boy beside him also jumped, but mainly to get away from him as he moved to stand up completely.

"Sasuke, don't sneak up on me!" he snapped defensively, and turned back to look down at the campus, keeping an eye on his older brother, almost wishing he could see through buildings when he disappeared inside. Making sure that the door shut behind Itachi, he turned back to the curious boy beside him.

Sasuke looked from Izuna and down to whatever he was looking at and frowned. He had barely caught a glimpse of two raven haired men, but all he had seen was their back and nothing more.

"You never answered my question." Sasuke deadpanned.

Izuna grinned and petted him in the head as if he was a small child. Not that the man ever failed to treat him as if he was just that, a small child. It frustrated Sasuke to no end, hating how he had been frozen at the age of seventeen.

He wasn't a fucking child!

"Patience my dear, everything in due time," Izuna said as he moved away from Sasuke, "Come, let's go."

Sasuke scowled, as he was once more force to follow his mother around blindly.

After two flights of stairs, Madara and Itachi found themselves in a similar hall as the bottom one, but there were more studious looking students here. There was an even mix of boys and girls, and they all seemed to have their noses buried into the pages of the books.

Madara walked silently, looking at everyone, and sadly not spotting whom he wanted to see the most.

Itachi looked around as well and his eyes narrowing as a shocking red bright color of hair caught his eyes.

He frowned, but tore his eyes away as he continued to walk down the hall.

He nearly felt shaken.

"We're here," Madara announced, and pulled open the classroom door. There were only about four students inside, and Madara walked in cautiously. Itachi followed in a more leisure manner. While Madara opted to get a seat in the back, Itachi liked to get his in the front.

Madara wouldn't allow him though, and ended up dragging the younger Uchiha to the back with him. In a matter of minutes, a bell rang and students started to come into the room, ready for the first day of school to begin.

Both Madara and Itachi were attentive to all the students coming in, taking in their appearance. It was caution that they felt always had to be taken for them to protect themselves.

Itachi's eyes narrowed when the boy with red hair came in. He had golden eyes, and tan skin. It was an oddly familiar image for him. The red haired boy smiled at everyone, and took the front seat. Itachi finally looked away when the door opened again, and the teacher came inside. It was a woman, with long brown hair and red eyes. She looked sweet, but looks could be deceiving.

Itachi had learned that a long time ago.

"I'm Ms. Yuhi, your language teacher. I want all of you to introduce yourselves before we start discussing what this class will be about. Tell us your name, your hobbies, and what you plan to do as soon as you graduate." She said, looking at them seriously. "We will start with you," she snapped her ruler to the desk at the front, where a happy go lucky boy with bowl cut hair, and thick black eyebrows sat, smiling.

The boy didn't even flinch as he nodded at her and immediately started rattling out all of his information, not seeming to care who knew what about him.

"I'm Rock Lee, my hobbies are learning new kick boxing techniques, and my plan for when I graduate is to learn the rules and take over my parents Kick boxing gym." The boy proudly announced all of this, the happy look on his face never leaving it. Behind him, the pink haired girl made a slight face, before jumping into attention that it was her turn.

"Damn, I hate introductions," Madara muttered, "they are so boring." Itachi ignored him.

"Haruno Sakura, my hobbies are," she nearly giggled, "making the boy I like fall for me, and also I want to become the best medic in the world." The person behind Sakura continued the flow, and so forth.

Itachi and Madara had both spaced out long before the tenth person had started to introduce themselves. It wasn't until a certain individual that had caught Itachi's attention before that Itachi decided to pay attention to see who he was.

"I'm Namikaze Kyuubi," the red head announced, "as a hobby I guess I collect stuff, and when I graduate…" he shrugged, "I'll go work at an old garage. I don't care." Then the next person started to introduce themselves.

'Nothing special,' Itachi vaguely thought. 'Although his name sounds familiar' it took a moment for Itachi to realize where he had heard that name before. His mind felt like it was racing, and suddenly pulling out all the information he would need.

Uzumaki Kyuubi, back in 1812, the bastard that had killed him without a second thought, fueled by rage.

Itachi felt a surge of anger well up within him. Could this mean that he was reincarnated? Not that Itachi ever believed in such things, but right now it felt like his past was about to hunt him. He was startled out of his thoughts when Madara kicked him from behind, and he noted that everyone was waiting for him to introduce himself.

Standing like everyone had Itachi introduced himself, "I'm Uchiha Itachi, I read books, and when I graduate, I plan to move far away from this place." It was all he said and quickly took his eat again. Madara could have rolled his eyes at his son.

Now it was his turn. "I'm Uchiha Madara, my hobby is playing games, if you can even consider that a hobby and when I graduate, I plan to move as well." He smiled pleasantly. The students were looking at them in awe.

The teacher paused and regarded them. "I assume you both are related then?"

"Yes," Madara answered. Of course he and Itachi were related, not by birth status, but the fact that it was he who had brought Itachi back to life. Itachi was his son. It was the way he saw the young boy, and felt about him. Although that was not something he could openly say. "We're cousins," And even if he could not openly say it, he would protect Itachi like a parent would his child.

Itachi would have scoffed.

"Interesting," the professor smiled, "Okay, and you are," she decided to continue with the flow. The girl that followed stuttered.

"Hyuuga Hinata," Itachi turned to look at her, his face passive but inside it was like he was reliving a bad dream. This couldn't have been the same Sarutobi Hinata from his past.

Suddenly things started to click together. Their professor, Sarutobi Kurenai, she had been married to Asuma back then. Hinata had been their only daughter before Asuma died. He looked around and spotted a few more, this time faces of people he had once consider close friends.

Sasori and Deidara, both of them had been a couple in the past and two of his friends. Turning his head he spotted his number one best friend, Kisame.

Unbelievable

They all had different last names now, but amazingly their names were the same. Their faces were the same.

What was going on?

Itachi scowled. 'This has to be a trick by Izuna,' he bitterly thought. 'But why would he do this, why! what kind of game does he think he's playing?' Itachi hated jumping to conclusions, but right now he truly felt betrayed.

He couldn't come up with another explanation for what was going on. That had to be it.

Oh God, he couldn't breathe.

Madara quickly picked up on the distress that was coming off Itachi and had to wonder what was wrong with him. Many things rarely agitated Itachi, and right now, Itachi seemed more than agitated.

It worried him.

The long hall ways in building A quickly lead a path towards a number of art, math, and computer class rooms.

Izuna was practically skipping on the balls of his feet, a grin on his face as he continued to think about his family. The game was set and his mate sauntering into the school followed by their eldest son, Itachi, was just the icing on the cake. He had not been expecting Itachi to come along, but it seemed like he had.

Oh well, this just made his game that much more fun. The more players the better.

Pausing in his skip, he turned to proudly look at the secret that he had kept from Madara for many of these years. Although, now he thought maybe it was about time he came clean and told him what he had done.

He couldn't stay pissed off at Madara forever for turning Itachi without him there.

Sasuke, whom had been scowling caught his pause, and looked up at him with curious eyes.

"Are you ready?" Izuna asked. "You will soon meet your father and your big brother, willing that they find out what is going on," Izuna couldn't control his smile. "I can't wait until your dad finds me. It'll be the beginning of the game as soon as they know that they are playing."

Sasuke looked at him oddly. "What's the game this time?" Usually Izuna would have him clued in on all his games, even if Sasuke didn't participate in them. He always knew what was going on, but this time the young boy was left in the dark.

Izuna tapped a finger to his lips three times, looking away from Sasuke, and then he turned to him. "The objective of the game is simple. We're all ducks, and there is one goose, whoever the goose is, he has to hunt down and tap another duck," Izuna shrugged, the grin still hauntingly playing on his face. "The thing is to figure out who the goose is and expose him, before he has a chance to tap anyone."

"Wouldn't we both know who the goose is?"

Izuna nodded in agreement, and then tapped Sasuke's head with his palm "Then you are the goose,"

"What,"

"Find a human to compel, and get them to be the goose. Just don't let me know who it is, remember. The whole school is playing with us," Izuna waved his hands, "It'll be like playing a game of chess, move your humans the correct way to save yourself from being found. Of course, make sure you compel that human to give out the next clue, but you might want to get a look at your dad and brother before you do that" Izuna of course, was going to let his brother find him so he could explain the rules to him and later Madara could explain them to Itachi.

Izuna couldn't help but to think this was the perfect game for his family to play, as well as to introduce Madara and Itachi to Sasuke.

Sasuke angrily pouted. "And if I refuse."

"You have no choice." Izuna narrowed his eyes. "Now, come on, you will be late for class." Izuna said coaxing Sasuke to follow him as well.

Sasuke looked around himself. He and Izuna had separate classrooms, since after all, the levels of their intelligence didn't match, also, for the fact that Izuna still wanted to keep a distance before Madara and Itachi figured out the purpose of this game.

Which was to reveal him to them.

Not that Sasuke had ever met Madara or Itachi, he had just heard about them from Izuna while he was still trying to figure out what had happened in his life.

He had been killed one day, and brought to life the next, and now here he was. Years later, and the world changing around him, and here he was the same as that day. The tattoo was still freshly imprinted in his neck, but as Izuna said, a harmless thing now that doesn't mean a thing.

"Here we are," Izuna said, as he dropped Sasuke off in his classroom. The long haired raven sighed. "Damn, Sasuke, you grew up so fast. I'm going to miss you" Izuna faked sobbed, but he truly was upset that he and Sasuke hadn't gotten any of their classes together.

"It's not as if this is the first time I'm going to school," Sasuke deadpanned and Izuna shrugged.

"Still, have fun," he smirked. "Remember all that I have taught you."

"I really prefer not to." Sasuke muttered as he reached for the door and opened it.

Izuna watched him go, before he himself skipped off to class. His classroom was going to be in the first floor, where he could just chill until class let out, and he could have fun watching his brother and Itachi look for him.

This was going to be fun.

Not just for him, but also for his whole family, he was sure.

Although, he still anticipated the moment his brother would find him again.

When Sasuke entered class, all eyes fell on him.

The teacher had also paused in his reading of the syllabus to the class. Sasuke's whole body tensed as he looked at the teacher in front of him,

"Are you in this class?" the teacher asked. The drawl in his voice familiar and Sasuke realized that he knew this man. At least, he thought he did. He was supposed to be dead. After his own death and change in life, he had not kept track of what had happened at all.

In fact, Konoha was no longer the place he had once known.

Once upon a time it had been a village, and now, years later, it was a huge bustling city with the tallest school buildings in the nation.

"Yes, I am," he muttered.

"Then take a seat, uh, over there next to Gaara," he said pointing to a red headed scowling boy. "Welcome to my language class, I am your professors Sarutobi Kakashi,"

'Oddly enough he has the same name, but not the last name,' Sasuke thought to himself as he simply nodded to everything the teacher had to say, before he started to head towards his assigned seat. His dark eyes met with soft sea green ones and sat down without saying a word as he turned back to the front of the class.

"Now I know many teachers are going to place you through the torture of having to introduce yourself to the class, but I think that's a waste of time. So, I'll just take roll, and then we can get started with this syllabus." The teacher smiled. Sasuke took in the similarities as well as the differences of this Kakashi. Lazy as always, "Now, let's see, who's Hozuki Suigetsu?" A boy with white hair and lilac colored eyes raised his hand. "Setzu" Sasuke took in the odd appearance of this student.

He definitely didn't look like he belonged in high school.

"Sabaku no Gaara," Sasuke turned to look at Gaara when his name was mentioned again, but he didn't dare talk to him at all. He was not the friendly type. In fact Sasuke tried to avoid as much of human contact as possible. "Sabaku no Naruto,"

"Right here, believe it!" A blond boy at the very front bounced and Sasuke's eyes widened slightly at the familiar sight of the boy.

'What is he doing here?' Sasuke's head was spinning with confusion, but at the same time, he managed to keep his façade without alerting anyone. All past thoughts that he thought he had left behind suddenly rushed back, and he felt betrayal and anger course through him.

"Uchiha Sasuke," Sasuke raised his head to look at Kakashi and Kakashi looked around for the new student in his class. Sasuke raised his hand and Kakashi nodded, making a note that he was in class. Sasuke placed his hand down and narrowed his eyes down on the solid wood of the desk.

He never thought people from his past would come back to haunt him. He thought back to the game that Izuna wanted to play, Sasuke could only think about what all of this meant.

Was it done on purpose by Izuna?

He wouldn't doubt that it could be, seeing as playing games was always something Izuna loved to do, but if so, what kind of lesson or outcome was he looking to get out of this particular game?

Find a human to compel, and get them to be the goose. Just don't let me know who it is, remember. The whole school is playing with us. Sasuke closed his eyes in frustration, wanting class to be over so he could confront Izuna, but something told him it was not going to be that simple.

But then, if he was the Goose, it was his next move.

What should he do?