Okay guys! I'm back! Sorry of the shortness of this chapter! The next one will be longer, I promise!

Naruto belongs to Kishimoto. Deal with it.

Itachi:

I remember that night. Every tiny detail, every moment. I remember all of it. I remember drinking everything Kisame put in front of me. I remember that odd sensation, the impossible thought that I could do anything and everything I wanted. I remember that feeling, the wanting, the lust, that caused me to do what I did.

I needed someone, anyone, to help me relieve the lustful hunger that was growing inside of me. It didn't matter whether they were man or woman. All that mattered then was making my pain go away.

So, I took advantage of him. I took advantage of the fact that Deidara was weak and I used him.

Do I regret it?

No. S-Rank criminals do not regret. Yet, the memories haunt me. They attack me, taunting me, showing me that I am not who everyone thinks I am. I am not the heartless monster only out for the kill. I am not the powerful weapon dutifully obeying orders. I am... I am weak. I cannot forget, nor can I regret. And so, I silently remember.

I remember the touch of his skin and the sound of his voice saying words he would never say when sober. I remember asking him if he wanted it, though I knew I would give it to him either way. I remember him confessing, confessing that he was still a virgin and was unsure. I remember tearing off his clothes as he gasped. I remember touching him, watching as his horrified look soon turned to that of pleasure as I entered places no man had gone before.

And, above all else, I remember that strange feeling, that sixth sense that warns you that someone else is there. Nothing but sex mattered then, so I ignored that prickling sensation. But now...

Now that I think back on it, I wonder who our uninvited guest was. Though, it doesn't need to be thought through. There's no need to wonder when I already know the answer.

Madara.

Who else could it be? Who else could sneak in unnoticed?

But why? That was the question that needed to be answered. Why would Madara watch two people making love? That's not like him. He must have had a deeper motive.

Let him think he's stealthy. Let him think his plan is a success. When the time is right, when I figure out just what he's plotting, I will foil everything he has worked so hard to achieve.