Naruto leaned into Sasuke, his face warm against his neck. "..'s fun-" was all Sasuke could make out between the yelling in the living room and the fact the Naruto's mouth was half covered by his shoulder.

"I'm glad." Sasuke traced his thumb along Naruto's hand, their fingers already intertwined. He turned his attention back to the center of the living room, as Hana completed demolished Shisui in 'Just Dance'.

Hana cheered, throwing her hands above her head. "Who will beat the queen!"

Izumi shook her head. "No one, let someone else play and have a water or something."

Hana waved a hand toward Izumi, before Izumi snatched the controller. "I am perfectly - what the hell!"

"Tobi, take this." Izumi tossed him the controller, pulling Hana into her lap on the loveseat.

Shisui swung the controller around. "Oh, so you think you can take me?"

Tobi stood up, pushing the controller into Shisui's chest. "I'll dominate you."

Shisui grinned, beginning to fiddle through the list of songs. "You're on."

Sasuke pursed his lips scanning the room. Itachi hadn't been in the living room since he started cleaning up dinner. His eyes traced over to the kitchen and he say Itachi nursing a glass of wine in the dark. He closed his eyes, attempting not to roll them. Itachi was fucking weird.

"I'll be right back."

Itachi was not sulking because Itachi Uchiha absolutely did not sulk, but he may have decided that he could do the dishes alone. And then dishes didn't take that long so he poured himself another glass of wine and went out to the living room, shutting the light. But then the living room was loud and Shisui was sitting so close to Tobias they were touching and Tobias was laughing and slapping a hand down on Shisui's thigh, and suddenly Itachi's wine glass needed to be refilled because it was only half full.

So, he decided to nurse it while watching from a distance - there weren't any seats anyway - and he had just so happened to forget to turn the light back on. So, no, he was not sulking.

"The fuck are you doing?" Sasuke opened the fridge and pulled out a beer.

Itachi wrinkled his nose and plucked the beer out of Sasuke's hands. "You shouldn't be drinking."

"I'm almost nineteen," Sasuke sighed, leaning against the counter a few inches from his brother.

"And what's the drinking age?" Itachi took the beer from Sasuke sipping it and scrunched his nose. Bud light, of all things? Not that any beer went with wine, but god.

Sasuke took it back. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Itachi sighed, retracting his arms around himself. Sasuke shifted slightly so their shoulders were touching. It could almost be a comforting gesture if one squinted and remember how emotionally stunted their family was as a whole.

"Tobias is damn annoying," Sasuke said, keeping his tone level.

Itachi nodded, focused in on the fact Tobias and Shisui had finished their round and of course Tobias had won because Shisui was a disaster at Just Dance, but he placed a comforting hand across Shisui's shoulders. A hand and arm that lingered for a while and Itachi's jaw tightened and he placed his wine glass down in fear of his tightening grip on it.

"You would be correct, Sasuke."

"I don't like him. Something is off about him."

"Very off." Itachi sighed, allowing himself to unclench. "Did mom call you?"

Sasuke glanced down at his phone and shrugged. "She texted. Dad didn't send anything."

"Dad won't, but Mom is usually okay about it."

"Has it been - have all the holidays been -" Sasuke swallowed, finding the top of his beer much more interesting all of sudden, not that he could see much considering the fact Itachi hadn't bothered to flip on the light.

"I've always had Shisui. It doesn't bother me."

Sasuke nodded, the knot in his stomach not feeling much better. Itachi shifted slightly and nudged their shoulders together a little more.

"I'm going to get ready for bed, after all this wine, I'm a little tired."

Itachi glanced up from his book as Shisui finally entered the room. Shisui sucked in a little because this Itachi was his favorite Itachi - hair pouring over his shoulder, glasses running down his nose. A damn image of perfection if he ever saw one.

He pulled off his shirt and stripped down into boxers, climbing into bed. He tossed his hands behind his head and enjoyed the way the ceiling fan spun.

"Tonight was fun."

"Mmm," Itachi hummed, flipping a page in his book.

"I think Sasuke had fun with his boyfriend, ah - the blond, fuck, Naruto. I guess I gotta start calling him by his name now if he's gonna be over here all the time."

Itachi hummed in response again, throwing in a gentle nod.

"Tobi was excited to meet you too. He liked you a lot. He called you mysterious, which, you know, I get. You always do have this secretive aura about you." Shisui laughed, propped himself up to turn to Itachi. His expression dropped as Itachi hadn't even looked up from his book.

"Hey," Shisui nudged into his shoulder with his head. "What's going on?"

Itachi sighed, closing his book and placing it on the nightstand. "Nothing, love. I'm just exhausted. It's been a long night."

"Oh, good." Shisui ran his hand down Itachi's cheek, following a few strands of hair down, twirling them in his fingers. "You should get some rest."

"Will do." Itachi gave Shisui a peck before turning out the light and rolling over.

Shisui wasn't a light sleeper by any definition, but he always woke up when Itachi left bed. Sudden loss of body heat or something like that is all he chalked it up to. He shifted slightly when Itachi crawled out of bed, through the blur of morning vision he caught a disgusting four-thirty on the clock and rolled over. Itachi always had to pee so damn early.

The next time he woke up the space next to him had grown cold, the warmth evaporated in the silence. Shisui rubbed his eyes, squinting at the clock, five-forty five. Jesus Christ. He propped himself up on his elbow and saw Itachi finishing a braid in his hair.

"What're you doin' up so early," he slurred through morning breath and a nasty headache.

"I'm going out." Itachi turned, a hand on his hip and an ever-exhausted expression on his face.

"Mm, so early?" Shisui slid back down, throwing an arm over his face.

"Yes. Have to get some stuff done." Shisui heard a clattering and rolling and turned over, the noise bouncing around his brain.

"Stay warm. Supposed to be cold today."

"I have my cardigan."

"Good, good," Shisui voice was wet with sleep now. "Love you always."

"Yeah, I," A long sigh followed and the door frame whined from the weight of him leaning on it. "I love you, too."

Shisui hummed, turned and pulling the blanks closer around him, sleep finding him once again.

The next time Shisui rolled over, it was a much healthier nine-thirty. He ran his knuckles over his eyes, glancing around the room. Still no Itachi. Itachi always did like to work at weird hours, though. Whatever. He walked over to the bathroom, grabbing for a toothbrush.

He picked his up from the Batman cup they kept there. He wet the brush, sticking it in his mouth for safekeeping as he searched for the toothpaste. They shared one - no sense in buying two - and it was… gone. They hadn't been low, had they? It was probably expired, even though toothpaste shouldn't expire, but it Itachi was weird like that. He'd buy some today. Water would do for now.

Shisui tossed the brush back in the cup after rinsing and stared at it. One brush. One brush in a two person bathroom. One green brush. No red brush. He swallowed and looked behind the shower curtain, shampoo gone. That oversized conditioner that was apparently also for horses, gone.

His stomach was suddenly deep in his bowels as he walked toward the closet. He slid open the door, ready to count cardigans or some ridiculous shit like that, but the fact that the suitcase they kept on the floor was missing said enough. Itachi was gone. And not just making a nest at Denny's gone. He was packed a suitcase gone.

Shisui scrambled for his phone, knocking it off the nightstand not once, but twice in the process. He clicked for his favorites seven times, the phone not moving fast enough. One ring. Voicemail.

You've reached the voicemail box of -

Again. One ring again. You reached the voicemail box of Itachi Uchiha -"

Fucking damnit. He found himself outside Sasuke's door before he knew what he was doing, pounding it. "Sasuke!"

A mumbled grunt and muffled talking was heard from inside.

"Sasuke, wake the fuck up."

There was shuffling before the door and as Shisui reached up to pound again for good measure it opened. Sasuke's hair was forty different directions and he looked like hell.

"We got home an hour ago from shopping. What the fuck-"

"Itachi is gone."

Sasuke's brows only moved slightly up. "Yeah, I know. He texted me."

"He texted -"

"Yeah, let me know he was heading off. Now I'm going-"

Shisui caught the door in his hand. "Where the fuck is he?"

Again, Sasuke's face only moved slightly. This time his eyes finally opened to a respectable degree. "He didn't tell you?"

"Obviously fucking not."

Sasuke shook his head. "Well, you really did fuck up then. Better start drafting your apology now."

Shisui went to open his mouth again but was met with Sasuke slamming the door. "Sasuke!" He pounded on the door twice and was met with a banging noise from the other end.

He ran shit fingers through his hair and slid down the wall. Itachi was gone. Itachi had packed his things and left.

Itachi fiddled with his phone, as he sat down at his gate. He wasn't really sure why or how it happened. While scrolling through his phone last night an ad for cheap flights came up and an itch cascaded through him and he just had to look. And he had always enjoyed the idea of San Francisco, but never had the chance to experience it - so why not now? The flight was cheap and the hotel even cheaper. And he needed a fresh space for his writing. Dennys was getting old and there's only so many coffee shops someone can rotate between until the scene of burnt beans begins to make you nauseous. Almost as nauseous as your boyfriend enjoying another man's presence more than your own, but that was absolutely not the issue.

So, he booked a flight and shot Sasuke a text, not bothering with Shisui. But he was allowed to do what he wanted. He was his own autonomous being. He could do what he wanted, he didn't need Shisui's approval or company. He swallowed, straightening himself and focused on the contacts screen.

He pressed on Madara's contact and it only took two short rings until he heard him answer.

"Hello."

"Madara."

"Itachi. Happy Thanksgiving." There was some noise in the background that quickly faded away.

"You as well. I have a question."

"To the point, as always. What is it?"

"Do we have a family member named Tobias?"

"Obviously not." Itachi resisted the dire urge to huff. Anything with Madara was like pulling teeth. Under normal circumstances, Itachi would rather have his teeth pulled then deal with him.

"Obviously?"

"If we had a family member you would know him."

Itachi rubbed his temples, crossed his arms and leaned back into the chair. His hand found itself wringing the hem of his cardigan in and out

"What about a family member put up for adoption say… thirty or so years ago?"

"Hm… now that is a question."

"Madara," Itachi said, voice deepening as his eyes narrowed.

"Touchy. Let me flip through some records. We'll touch base sometime this week."

Before Itachi could object to being brushed off, he heard the click of the phone. He frowned at it, momentarily considering calling back, but his pride worked to thwart those plans.

"Boarding group C now, boarding group C now," the ever cheerful attendant the front announced pulling Itachi out of his seat.

He shuffled through the line and into his seat, taking up as little room as possible. He slid down in his seat, enjoying the view out the window. His phone buzzed and he glanced down - Sasuke.

Shisui is losing his shit.

He'll be fine. Itachi licked his lips and focused on a distant airplane twisting around the runways.

Buzz.

He knocked on my fucking door

Itachi took a breath in and it hitched in his throat. His opened to reply, his fingers hanging over the screen. He should call Shisui, he should. He should know. Especially with how protective -

"Please put away all large electronic devices, turn small handheld devices to airplane mode, and place trays in the upright position."

Itachi swiped up, pocketing his phone. He'd call him when he landed.

It'd be fine.

A/N: Chapter five is here! I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading :)