Hey, Hi, Hello. Welcome to chapter two of 'Freedom'. This chapter is kind of long, I guess. Took me a couple of hours to write, and then much, much longer to re-write (I accidentally deleted it T/.\T). I hope you enjoy it. Please review! :D Note- Sasuke refers to Izuna and Madara as 'Izuna-nii' or 'Madara-nii' because he's close to them, and views them as his older brothers instead of his uncles. Likewise, Izuna and Madara refer to Sasuke as 'otouto', and as 'Sasuke-chan' when they're playing around.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto, nor do I own 'Four Christmases'.
WARNING: Four Christmases. A little bit of sarcasm and Itachi being mildly creepy. Lemon-ish at the very beginning. If you don't wanna read it, then just skip over. I suggest you do read it, because it helps make something a bit later on make sense.

Anything in bold is important or with emphasis.
This is what a flashback looks like.
'Song lyrics look like this.'

~FREEDOM~

'I don't think life is quite that simple.'

~FREEDOM~

WARNING: LEMON-NESS IS BELOW!

"Kind of hard to breathe like this, huh, Sasu-chan?" Itachi's voice is low, teasing me. His breath brushes across my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I barely manage to moan out a choked 'yes'. He grins sadistically down at me, using his grasp on my neck to pull me up. As he presses a warm, open-mouthed kiss to my cheek he murmurs, "Oh, but you like it."

I moan even louder at this. Of course I did- I loved almost everything he did to me, partly because it was him doing it. He knew this too, which is why he did whatever he wanted to me. Keeping one of his hands around my neck, he lets the other trail downwards to grasp my length. I squeak at this, my hands clawing at his around my neck in an effort to get him to let go. If I could barely breathe right now, how would I manage like this? He didn't relent, of course, instead squeezing harder. He jerks his hips forward into me, setting a brutal pace. Everytime our hips met- mine desperately rocking up into his in a futile effort to get my release- I gasp out a mangled scream. Luckily no one was home, because if they were they would definitely be able to hear everything.

Itachi fucks me even harder, faster, something I was unsure was even possible. With every thrust into me, hitting my prostate dead on, my vision blurs. Was I crying? I didn't care. My entire body tingled, every nerve ending overloading with pure pleasure. Itachi leans back, still thrusting into me, and his eyes flutter closed, letting out a moan of his own. "Mmm, Sasu-channn..." he drawls out. With three final thrusts, he lets go with both hands.

The instant he does my world turns white. My orgasm comes crashing down on me, my entire body jerking with the force. I can't tell if I say anything or make any noise. I can't even think or feel anything for what must have been at least the next ten minutes. When my senses do return, my vision still semi-blurry, I quickly realize something- I was alone.

~LEMON-NESS IS NOW OVER~

The back of the limosine is immaculate.

There were only four people in it, all silent. Madara, Izuna, Itachi. Me. I'm simply staring out the window space just above Itachi's shoulder. He was sitting across from me, watching me with that seductive gaze. A moment passes in silence. Pine trees line the entire road, all massive and covering the entire expanse. Everything was amazingly green. From the house where the gathering before the funeral was held the trip to the funeral lot was an entire hour, and now we were heading back for the reception. So it was another hour long trip. It was only fifteen minutes into the ride, and I already felt the nerves seeping into my stomach. We would be obligated to hang around for at least a couple of hours before we could even consider leaving and disappearing again, and I was definitely not looking forward to the wait.

That would be mostly because of Itachi. What with the bedroom eyes and voice, it wouldn't be too easy to keep myself composed. Even though I dismissed Madara's mention of an escape plan as just a joke, I was now seriously considering it. I mean, why not? We all knew we weren't going to maintain contact with them, so why were we so worried about hurting their feelings or tarnishing the Uchiha name? That's why I break the silence, using a dead-serious voice to let them know I was far from joking about this.

"Mistletoe."

They all look at me. Madara gives me one of those looks, the one telling me he wasn't entirely sure if I was mentally sound or not and that he was considering sending me to the loony bin. "What?" Izuna asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Mistletoe," I repeat, and he rolls his eyes at me, almost like he's saying that simply repeating myself wouldn't make him understand any better than he did before. So I elaborate. "Well, I'm not sure if you guys have seen it, but there's this movie called 'Four Christmases'. It has Reese Witherspoon and Vince Vaughn. They're a couple, and they go around to each of their parents to celebrate Christmas. And neither of them really want to be there, so they devise a single word to signal to the other that an emergency exit needs to happen right then and there. That word was mistletoe. I think it only makes sense we use that. I mean, Madara-nii, you did ask if we had an escape plan, just in case things went to hell. So here it is."

"That's a horrible escape plan. And it's the middle of July," Madara comments. I roll my eyes.

"Oh, 'cause your idea is so awesome. Wait, you don't have one," I reply. "Honestly. You're being picky."

He makes a face but doesn't say anything. We remain silent for another ten or so minutes, just staring out the windows, at each other or something random, like the seat lining. I've moved my gaze from the window to staring at my nails, curling my fingers into my palm and holding them up so I could see them properly. I probably should clip them or something, because they were getting a bit too long for my liking. They were perfectly functional, though, if I wanted to do something like claw my father's or Itachi's eyes out. In fact, that wasn't such a bad idea. A good method of defense if Itachi tried to touch me again. I wasn't about to let him do that, sexy older brother or no.

Dammit! No, bad Sasuke! He was notsexy! He was an evil, uncaring, insensitive asshole! I shouldn't be thinking of him like that. I thought I was past that! I sigh and drop my hand. This line of thinking was getting me nowhere and I might as well just stop it now before I did anymore damage. And I manage to stop- for a little while, anyway. It's broken up when Itachi says, "Well, I'm still moving in today, right?"

Instantly, I turn to Madara and Izuna to disprove this statement. Of course he wasn't moving in- why would he be? Judging by the guilty looks on their faces, though, they already knew what was going on. So Itachi wasn't crazy (at least not in this aspect). And now my heart hurts. I turn back to Itachi. He looks mildly surprised- apparently, he thought I already knew. "Why?" I ask. "Why did nobody see it fit to tell me?" My tone shows my surprise, and my hurt.

"We're sorry," Izuna says. I don't say anything, just let my eyes close. I needed to remain calm, to ignore the white-hot rage boiling in my brain. This wasn't the place to murder Itachi. There were witnesses. I was sure that if it came down to it, Madara and Izuna wouldn't speak a word, but what about the driver of the limo? He surely wouldn't try to hide it. He'd call the cops.

"Listen, otouto, I'm really very sorry about this-" Ah, fuck it. I'll kill the driver, too. Just so long as Itachi was dead as well. Which is why I was about to jump across and strangle Itachi in three, two, one... My eyes open. I lunge across the seat, landing in Itachi's lap. My hands go around his throat.

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, Itachi!" I growl. I squeeze his throat. His arms lift, trying to push me off. His eyes are wide with shock. To my surprise, Izuna and Madara make no move to stop me. They just watch- seeming only a little bit surprised- as Itachi struggles to get me to release my grip. "Kind of hard to breathe like this, huh, Ita-chan?" I mock him. He pulls even harder at my hands. I press down, forcing his back into the seat. His face is shocked.

I feel someone pulling at my arms. I don't even look back to see who it is- I just keep on, staring down at Itachi's face. His skin is slowly turning red, and I find myself wondering if this is similar to what I looked like three years back. A little bit different, I know, because Itachi was older, his features more defined and the scars on his face standing out. He was still red, though, with the same basic colors as what I had. Red skin, black hair.

And then someone gets the great idea of upturning a bottle of water over my head. This makes me loosen my grip in surprise. The cold water rushes over me, soaking the back of my suit and my hair. My eyes widen, and someone (I'm presuming it was whatever asshole that poured the water) takes the opportunity to pull me away from him by grabbing onto the back of my collar and yanking me away. It takes me a moment to get over the initial shock, but mere moments later I'm turning to face whoever did it. I know immediately who it was- Madara, the bitch. A shit-faced grin splits his bastard face. I glare at him, accusing him. Izuna has a smirk on his face, though it's much more contained. Like he feels just a little bit bad about this.

"Aw, Sasuke-chan! You look like a wet dog!" Madara giggles. Condescending bitch. I should kill him, too!

~FREEDOM~

TA-DA!

Here you go. Probably would have been longer, but my dad's going to be home soon and I'm grounded right now T/.\T Please, don't forget to review for me kiddies! 3 Next chapter? 'Tattoos and Aneurysms' :D

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