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Chapter Three Recap: Some Madara back story revealed by Itachi, Sasuke starting to notice how odd the teacher-student relationship is, Uchihas not really getting along and Naruto and his gang are coming in! Stuff is about to go down... But, this one is mostly about the crazy history behind the Uchiha secrets... And its a long chapter, so if you aren't into those, You're weir- I mean, that sucks and I'm sorry...

Chapter Four~

Keeping Up Appearances

(Normal POV)

Naruto's eyes open groggily. He grumbles a bit at the sound of his phone, notifying him that he had a text message.

'Well,' He thought, 'That's just gonna have to wait until my arms aren't occupied.' with a lazy smile, he turned on his right side, snuggling into the warmth that is Gaara, throwing his left arm and leg over the sleeping boy.

That's when he realized that his left arm was in fact no longer occupied by Sakura and that she was no longer at his side.

Click! Flash!

Naruto heard a far-too-happy giggle from across the room. He let Gaara free to turn around and see Sakura up with a camera and a coffee to nurse her hangover.

She grinned mischievously, "Oh, how adorable! I'm sure this picture will be a big hit in the school newspaper! Think, in about two weeks people will be cooing at how cute and cuddly you two are! Ah!"

She took off running, leaving her coffee on the nightstand. Naruto sprung up and chased her around the house until hetackled her and pinned her on the floor.

"Ha! 'Gotcha wench!" He smirked at her as he sat upon her stomach, holding her arms above her head.

"And what are you gonna do, huh?" Naruto smiles down at her, then leans down and exhale heavily in her face.

"UGH! Your breath smells like booze! Brush your damn teeth!" She shouted before wiggling free and taking off with her camera to the kitchen.

Naruto gave a mischievous grin, pleased at her reaction. "Heh heh…"

They sat down and had some toast, talking quietly as to not disturb Gaara down the hall. He hardly got sleep thanks to Shukaku and they assumed he probably had a killer hangover. Sakura had a pretty bad one herself judging by the way she would lay her head down on the table saying, "Shhhu shush!" every time Naruto got a bit too loud.

After awhile they decide to visit their friend, bearing gifts of coffee and aspirin.

The sight that met them had to be the highlight of at least Naruto's summer.

He quietly walked to his backpack and pulled out his cell phone, disregarding the earlier text from Sai. When he returned to Sakura, they bit their lip to hold in the laughter as they poised their respective camera's at Gaara's tranny-like form before it was too much to bear and they howled while taking the picture.

Gaara was clinging to one of Sakura's flowery pillows, his butt slightly in the air, one slipper clad foot venturing from under the blanket.

And let's not forget what he was wearing.

At the sound of his friends amusement, he sits up and takes the double shot espresso and aspirin from Naruto with a glare.

"What could be so fucking funny at this ungodly hour." Gaara was a lot nicer when drunk.

Needless to say he was hell to wake up.

"Gaara, dear, it's one in the afternoon." Sakura said with a motherly face.

Naruto melted at her expression. He had always wondered what having a mother was like, and when he was around Sakura, he could almost see her as such.

Gaara did no melting, only a brief scowl before rubbing his face and taking the aspirin, laying back on the bed and snuggling next to Naruto when the blonde sat down.

"And to answer your question, Sugar-plum, this is what was so funny!" Sakura shoved her camera in Gaara's face giggling as his eyes widened comically.

Naruto snorts, "That's not even the worst of it, man." This makes Sakura flip back and show him the one of the boys getting up close and personal.

At this Gaara and Naruto make eye contact, sending a silent message before initiating the plan.

Gaara grabs the camera and rolls over to face the wall, deleting the incriminating photos, as Naruto valiantly fights off the pink-haired she-devil as she tackles him to get to her camera.

By the time Sakura actually got to him, it was too late. Gaara rolled over with a smirk, dangling the camera by the strap. She took it back, pouting furiously.

Naruto paused in the middle of this madness to hear his phone ringing (reminding him that he had also snapped a picture of Gaara all 'pretty in pink'.). He looks on the caller ID, seeing Sai's name flash on the screen and was almost tempted to click 'reject'. He sighed and answered, knowing it had to be somewhat important if Sai actually called instead of texted.

"Hello?" sighed Naruto, looking at his friends as they continued to argue, or as Sakura continued to argue and Gaara pretended to suffocate himself with a pillow.

(Naruto POV)

"Naruto," Oh, this was serious, he wasn't calling me 'Naru-sex' or something. "Did you get my text?"

"yes"

"Did you read it?"

"No…" He could practically feel Sai's blank stare.

"It's about you starting school…" I begin to tune him out. Who does he think he is; My grandma? Besides, any mission stuff that I'm supposed to know was already briefed at my teams last meeting by Kakashi.

You see, I met Sai about two months ago.

…And the guy has been trying to get in my pants ever since.

It was mandatory for him to have my teams numbers since he was a 'lookout', which is basically someone who stays close to active teams. This wouldn't bother me so much if every other text he sent me wasn't 'hey big-dick, wanna have phone smexx?'. What a creep.

It would also help if he weren't my type…

I know what you're thinking, 'What the hell, Naruto, you just said he was a creep!'. I know, and he is, but I like Asians, and there's nothing I can do about it. Every time I think about it, I hear Kyuubi mumble about how my attraction to his appearance is a lie, then rambles on cryptically. It's pretty crazy that he would get so bothered by my attraction to pale skin and black hair… And those dark eyes...

Is he still talking?

"… strangely large number of demons or creatures from demonic lineage enrolling." I hear as I'm jarred out of my musings.

Well, I guess that isn't too odd, it is a school secretly known for housing our world's unknown cultures. I do wonder about the sudden increase in students, though… Maybe the demons feel pulled to the school because the Hyuuga clan has made it their offspring's learning establishment. Perhaps they sense other clans? Everyone wants to get closer to the more famous and powerful clans, mostly for mating or power purposes.

I cringe inwardly…

Its creepy enough to hear about that kind of stuff from Kyuubi, but to think that some clans pushed, and still push, their children onto powerful lineages as baby-makers…

"Naruto, are you listening?" Huh?

I zone back into the conversation, Sakura and Gaara ceasing their wrestling match, finally noticing the seriousness of this situation.

"Yeah," no. "What does this have to do with my team's 'lookout' mission? All we're doing is 'keeping the peace.' We just have to make sure non-humans don't start killing people." What the hell, get to the point Sai.

"Kakashi says we should be more careful, more so than usual. The sannin think shits about to hit the fan, Jiraiya wants you and Gaara to mask your beasts, we don't know if the Akatsuki is involved or not." At this I outwardly blanch, making my teammates unconsciously lean toward me in concern.

"We've never had to do that, how serious do Granny and Ero-sennin think this will get? Should we have other teams mobilized? Do we-"

"Just be on your toes." He hung up.

I slowly lower the phone to my lap. If that wasn't a buzz kill then I don't know what is.

"What did he say?" Sakura asks quietly, as if she's afraid to break the fragile silence.

I exhale and look up, "There's a suspicious increase in non-human attendance, the sannin are nervous, Gaara and I have to mask the tailed beasts, I think our silent 'keep the peace' mission just turned into a lookout mission, maybe even a search."

Sakura looked confused, but Gaara answered her silent question.

"We're looking for something."

Sakura caught on, "… We just don't know what it is." We made eye contact. "And it's dangerous."

Yes, I can feel Kyuubi's excitement, and I'm sure Gaara can feel Shukaku's.

But why does the fox seem anxious, I can almost feel him twitching. This wasn't a blood-thirsty excitement either... This had to be big...

"Sai probably texted all of us, we just haven't looked at our phones all morning…" mumbled Gaara.

Almost simultaneously we locate our phones to see if the text gave us more to go on.

Sakura spoke up, "Be on your toes…"

I looked at my messages. 'Be on your toes.'

I'd bet my 'Mr. Feel Good' that Gaara got the same text.

(Sasuke POV)

Lately I have been getting faint memories, but they never make sense and are never fully there. I remember one with my father talking about Itachi, just sitting there. A completely non-spectacular dream.

Then one with Madara walking through the Uchiha complex receiving fearful stares, but for some reason, as the scene flashes through my brain, I can't see his face. I just know its him. The same thing happens with a memory of my mother. I can hear her speaking to me, but details of her are obscured by something.

I shake it off and begin a new train of thought to save my sanity.

I think back to earlier today. Karin didn't reply to my 'telepathic' message, so I walked off to the bathroom to get out of my sweaty mission clothes and change into the clothing given to me by Itachi. Didn't Madara say he was getting me clothes?

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, thinking of the possibilities.

Maybe Madara annoyed Itachi so aniki knocked him out.

Perhaps Itachi killed him and stuffed him in a suit case.

Maybe Madara is tied up to Itachi's bed post with tape over his mouth so he can't irritate Itachi's ears?

My nose wrinkled at the thought of Itachi tying anyone up to his bed.

Once I got my shower going I went on auto-pilot, thinking about this next destination. I'd been to America a few times, I'd even been to California, just not L.A.

There would be plenty of weirdos there...

I was in the middle of thinking about the journey there when my thoughts were disrupted by the sound of crashing, or perhaps things breaking. I turned my ear toward the direction of the sound, pausing in the shampooing of my hair, to get a better listen, only to hear an angry hiss and the heavy vibration of one of the walls as someone was thrown against it.

What the hell is going on? This is not how I remember the Uchiha manor.

Or maybe it is?

(Itachi POV)

I walked back into my room after handing Sasuke my clothes and sat down on my bed, only to find it occupied.

"What are you doing? There is no way you're tired. Your body has been unconscious for seventeen years."

Madara peeked out from under the blankets, looking slightly ill. "Correction, I've been dead for seventeen years, and forcing your soul back into your body via ancient spell is quite tasking, I assure you." He's sweating.

I crawl toward him on the bed and he narrows his eyes at me, curling even more inward. I get an inch from his face and run my hand up his torso, making him furrow his eyebrows, then I promptly pull the blanket off of him to reveal a sickly mess.

He was still covered in the oil, unfortunately, as he lay in my bed quivering. His skin seemed almost translucent and clammy. His hair was matted even more than usual, most likely by sweat, and judging by his defensive body language and defiant, displeased expression, there was definitely something wrong, and he didn't want me knowing.

I remain an inch from his face.

"What's wrong with you?" I tend to cut to the chase.

He lifted himself slowly, knowing I would back away if he got closer, and he almost smirked.

"Nothing."And then the smirk faded.

He bolted up and ran to the jointed bathroom, emptying his stomachs contents.

I slowly get up and mosey my way over to the connected bathroom and pull his hair from his face, making sure to make it as intimate of a touch as possible. I watch as his grip on the counter becomes tighter, his clawed hands digging into the wood until it splinters.

This was more than just food poisoning, since things like that didn't really affect us, this was some kind of reaction, most likely due to the fact that his body had only started functioning about two hours ago.

After he was finished, I let him rest there for a moment while I started a shower. I was tired of the oil masking his scent(it disturbed my senses) and getting everywhere. I pulled him into the tub, making sure to get myself under the shower as well seeing as how he got that sludge all over me. His breathing was still labored and his skin still clammy as he leaned on the back of the tub. I just watched the water glide over him for awhile before I began to actually get some soap and a cloth and wash his oiled skin.

I washed him slowly and cautiously, pulling up his sleeve and starting at his arm, marveling at how soft the Uchiha oil made his skin. When I was young, tradition was that students bathed their teachers when in bath-houses, almost as an act of service or gratitude, saying "You are superior to me.", but Madara never allowed me to do this. He said it was disgraceful and now that we were bonded that we were equals.

I always suspected that he was hiding something.

I tried to pull off the strange cloak when his hand grabbed mine and jerked the cloak closed again. He gave me a tired glare before turning away from me.

On the outside, my face showed nothing, on the inside, I was almost offended. He looked back at me before grabbing my hand and guiding it to his neck where my mark was, looking me straight in the eyes. He leaned forward, so close to my face that our noses almost touched. At first I thought he was trying to challenge me, what with his behavior being so primal lately, but his expression said differently. Just when I thought we could actually get somewhere, that we could openly want each other like I've craved for so long, he turns his head, letting it rest on my shoulder, both of us sharing confused and frustrated sighs.

Surprisingly, this was a side of my sensei that I was used to seeing. When I was young, awhile after we had been betrothed, he seemed interested in a more intimate relationship, and I would've had no qualms despite my youth, because I had adored the ground he walked on long before the betrothal.

He would initiate touches and lye near me, as if he were trying to convey his wants through body language, but there was always something that seemed to be lost in translation and he would break our eye contact and end whatever was about to happen.

I was broken out of my memories when I noticed that the oily mess was slowly rinsing from his exposed skin. It was disappointing that he was so unwilling to let me see his body, but I couldn't let it get to me. I grab the shampoo to start at his hair.

I wouldn't let his evasive actions bother me now, because this was not the time to get all of our old history started. The clan was gone, so neither of us had any obligation to one another and it would be easier if this was kept under wraps. I'll get him eventually…

He shifted and mewled as I massaged his scalp, then froze. I continued as if nothing had happened, holding in maniacal laughter, as he relaxed one again. 'Eventually' may come sooner than I thought.

His behavior was so feline sometimes that it shocked me. The way he moved and said things, his strange brand of possessiveness, and his eyes.

His eyes got to me.

By now, the tub had filled with bubbles and hot water, Madara having placed the stopper in long ago. He rinsed his hair and just sat there, letting the shower continue.

I was about to get up and leave him be when he grabbed my arm. "Fetch me some clothes, boy." My eyes were almost slits.

"If you want me out of the room so you can bathe, just say so, coward. I'm no longer your faithful student, and you have no right to call me or anyone else 'boy'. Those times are long over." I say as I go to fetch his clothes.

I may say those times are over, but it's still almost instinct to do as he wishes.

I shut the door to let him finish bathing himself, going to get the clothes I had picked for him earlier that he abandoned in favor of messing my bed. It felt good to have asserted myself, especially to him.

I give him a decent amount of time to finish his shower-bath, then I opened the door to see him facing away from me, wrapping a towel around his waist.

I drank in the sight. I take what I can get.

I played it off quickly, handing him his clothes before walking out to think about how his long, messy hair looked extremely attractive lying against his muscular back. I almost wish I had my Sharingan activated so I could memorize the little details like how his muscles moved, how thin he was or even how clean and smooth his skin looked, despite the few scars I saw.

He was more recognizable to me that way. My memories of him are either polished and pristine like he is now, or bloody.

Strangely enough though, when the door opens, he is not so polished, not even pulled together.

Despite bathing, he still looked dead.

This transfer must have really taken a toll.

He tries to stumble out of the room but I get in his way, demanding an explanation as to why he still seemed so off.

He glares. "Itachi, move now." He actually glared at me. I stand my ground, that's when all Hell breaks loose.

(Madara POV)

I had to get to my room. If I didn't stabilize myself I just might kill someone and that would not do any good for our 'low profile'.

Itachi refuses to move, and I can't help myself, or my thirst for violence for that matter.

I pick him up by his clothing and throw him before he can activate sharingan to predict my movement.

He gets up faster than I expect. It turns into an all out brawl, fists flying.

He grabs my hair and I would have liked it in another situation, but this time I simply growled. He throws me and I spring back up, gripping his face and kneeing his diaphragm, knocking the air out of his lungs.

He seems to realize I'm serious and with a swift kick aimed at my face, I decide it's time to finish this fight before we do some geographical damage. As good as fighting Itachi makes me feel, now is not the time.

I punch him in the abdomen, making him fly into the wall and wrap my hand around his neck; hard. He imitates me and I bear my teeth instinctively, then quickly close my mouth. He already noticed, but I didn't need him to know that I was losing control, or what I was losing control of for that matter.

I release his neck, making sure to let my claws scrape against the mark; he spits his blood at my face.

Bull's eye.

We have a short glaring contest before I stumble to my room, hearing Sasuke's shower cut off. I almost completely forgot about him.

Oh well, that's too much to think about at the moment.

I rush into my room, slamming the door and going straight to the 'closet' and raid the shelves of strange liquids. I grab a hand full of bottles and take them to the counter top, frantically pouring them into a large grail-like cup in sequence. I'm shaking by now.

I suppose you could call this 'potion' my drug.

If so, I'm going through withdrawal. I should have left Itachi's room after he went to give Sasuke his clothes. I knew as soon as the first wave of nausea hit me that I would be unable to hold down the 'human food'.

I look into the cup, racking my brain for all the things I may need to add.

It was almost time for the last ingredient, Uchiha blood.

Naturally, I have plenty of that from the massacre.

I pick up the vile of Uchiha Mikoto's blood, smelling it before poring it into the cup.

Mikoto's blood had to be some of the purest of the Uchiha, despite what others thought. Everyone was sure that Itachi became so powerful because he was Fugaku's son, which was completely incorrect. I wouldn't even bother keeping Fugaku's blood if it weren't for the fact that it was some kind of component of Itachi's. No one would think that Itachi was so powerful because of who his mother was, Mikoto hid herself far too well. Clever woman, my great niece was, almost as clever as her great uncle. I licked my lips in preparation for my drug, before almost choking.

What the hell just assaulted my tongue with nirvana?

I licked my lips again, then brought my hand to my face. It was the blood Itachi had spit at me.

I almost shook with temptation. Just imagine how delicious my drug would be if I had both Mikoto and Itachi's blood in it? Mikoto's blood would be enough to keep me sated for about a month, but if I drank Itachi's with it, even with the small amount, I'd be well for almost four, just because he was mine. I shiver in delight, still licking the blood that had dripped to my lips.

I stop myself and down the solution before I can tempt myself any further. If I mixed the blood, I would only long for Itachi's. I go wash my face, rather mournfully.

It wouldn't do if I sat there and lusted for Itachi and his blood every time I was near him.

I dried my face, watching the cuts heal from our little scuffle. It was definitely the shortest fight we've ever had, most likely due to my desperation to get it over with. Next time there won't just be little cuts and bruises, there would be blood, breakage and pain.

I was looking forward to it.

I examine my appearance further, taking in my eye's lack of dark rings and my teeth's normality.

Perfect. For a second there, I was sure I was going to kill someone.

I leave the bathroom to go sit on what was once my bed, holding my head in my hands and remembering the last time I had been in such a blood-thirsty state.

Senjuu Hashirama. My first betrothed.

When one is of powerful blood, they easily become bargaining chips and tend to represent wealth. Having men like Uchiha Madara and Senjuu Hashirama in an unbreakable tie as joint figure-heads would make you the richest, most powerful legion in the world. This is how elders of both of our clans and the 'demonic council' saw it. The only way to force two clans together is something akin to 'marriage'.

Since the betrothal was strictly political and not for breeding purposes, two men in bonding was not a problem to the council.

Our two clans locked in an eternal hate did not seem to concern them either.

The council was above clan-heads like myself, as well as Senju.

I hadn't been bothered at first, since we Uchiha had been planning betrayal(something we excelled in) for quite sometime. I held a meeting with the Uchiha mere hours before the ceremony of marking, discussing our strategy with my clan members, only to find that they were all for using me as a bargaining chip to achieve peace with those Senju bastards.

My own clan, abandoning me, the one Uchiha clan-head watching out for the actual family, just so they could avoid another clan war.

But you can't sweep centuries of hatred under the rug.

I get up and walk back into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. It usually didn't take this long for my elixir to work. By now, I should look and feel calmer, more relaxed, but the adrenaline of battling my mated one still pumps through my veins with sick, devilish excitement.

And I will not leave this room until such feelings leave me. This accursed gift bestowed upon my blood is both bitter sweet and secret, and it has been that way since the beginning for my bloodline of the Uchiha.

That is until the battle with Hashirama.

I break out of my memories at the sound of my sink breaking.

Oops.

Oh, how I hated that man. I had been betrothed to him long before I had been bonded to Itachi.

But I made sure he never even got his mark on me.

We were to be marked mere hours after I held the meeting with my clan, but I attacked him before it could happen. Sometime in the midst of battle, things changed, and he saw it. My secret. Next thing I knew, everything was black.

With all secret weapons come secret weaknesses.

I wake up in a torture chamber. Senju Hashirama planned to torture the famed immortal, Uchiha Madara! It was laughable at the time, but it seemed he had an informant, and that informant was well versed in my abilities, as well as their downfalls.

~~~~~~Flash Back

It was dark, but Senju seals of all kinds littered the walls, giving a faint yellow glow that for some reason blurred my vision. He is walking toward me with the metal... 'Does he think I will heat it with my Fire Technique? That would be like burning his mark into my veins by my own hand!' Were my thoughts.

But no, Senju simply knelt down until he was eye-level with my shackled, slumped form. My eyes were fighting to stay open, my eyes and head were throbbing and my muscles felt as if they were sleeping. When my head tipped down, he slapped the thin metal rod under my chin, directing my face up to look at him.

He smiled. "I like you like this, Uchiha, so compliant. These seals are meant to block your Sharingan genes, but they seem to be messing with other aspects of your 'special blood'. Why is that?" I spit at him and he laughs, wiping it from his face and inspecting it, spreading it between his fingers.

"Tell me, was that meant to heal or harm?" I gasp through my teeth and he meets my eyes with malice, licking his fingers and grabbing my chin.

"You know, I've never trusted an Uchiha to his word, but when the council proposed this 'engagement', I was intrigued, and curious to find the outcome of such a bold move."

He paused, and I can only wonder what all he knew. He continued. "I thought-'Now why would the Uchiha council members think that such a think could stop an eternal war?'- and wow, I must say, The Uchiha family history left me amazed." His brown eyes were not warm like they were in front of his people.

I always hated that he was always smiling and kind in the eyes of his people. No one was warm if they were that good at war.

I felt the cold, pointed tip of the rod trail down my throat and travel down my chest, calling me to the realization that my armor had been removed and I now lay vulnerable.

He continues his speech, eyes no longer glued to mine, but on the journey of the metal as it traveled down my abdomen ever-slowly.

"Now, to find information on the Uchiha bloodline was hard enough, but finding information on the secret Uchiha bloodline, I had to call in a friend..." I see a cloaked figure emerge from a shadowy corner, his face hidden.

Senju smacks the rod against my face to earn the attention of my drooping eyes, leaving a lesion similar to that of a whip. "You see, in my clan, 'bonding' is not so deep and consuming, so the fact that it is for an evil, lifeless Uchiha fascinates me." I'm tempted to spit at him again, and he notices.

He smirks and gives a dark chuckle. "I think its funny that you still have this much fight in you after three weeks of starvation..." That may be why I'm so tired... Ugh, he's talking again...

"After learning about the 'marking' ceremony, I understand why my informant here-" He throws his thumb back, "-warned me that you would come to kill me. I would have honestly done the same in your shoes. I also understand why the council was so sure it would cure the clans. You would be inseparably bound to me against your will, but would be unable to run or fight." He pauses to mock me, "How intimate for a clan so cold..." His eyes meet my drowsy ones. "You would think of no one else but me, your greatest enemy and if the clan-heads aren't fighting, then neither are the clans, and you just wouldn't have that." He leans close to my face. "But it must happen. The Uchiha clan will fall with this ceremony and the Hidden world will watch the Senju rise above your crumpled form, praising our glory."

He leans back with that smile again, and looked at the rod he had been toying with the entire time.

"Getting all of that processed was helpful, but it seems without a bond-ee's Fire Technique, the ceremony is impossible. I thought, how could I possibly get this Uchiha to allow the Senju mark upon his body?" He stopped and looked at me, "That's when my friend came into the picture. You are of 'Special Blood', isn't that right? That vicious 'breed' within each of the ocular clans." His grin seemed to be growing insane. The fact that his informant had told him this was strange, because only Uchihas within that small circle knew who shared our 'special blood', not even the other Uchiha knew.

Senju began to flaunt his knowledge,"Your saliva is capable of becoming medicine or poison on whim, you live and thrive on flesh, and become titanically powerful after such feasts." He doesn't seem to know details, but I can only growl to show distaste, for my mouth seems too dry and tired.

His eye brows furrow and his eyes grow wide as he goes on, making him seem manic, "-But, without such feasts, your body and eyes are weak to sunlight, and you become like any other Uchiha, only after awhile, you can't even use Sharingan, and you only spiral further downward. I imagine my clan's anti-demonic seals don't help. Can you feel your 'Secret weapon' being suppressed? Your hunger eats you alive, doesn't it?" I involuntarily shiver, having never been talked down to. It was a strange feeling, but I didn't like it from Senju. This was going to be a mess.

If I were any lesser a man, I would have panicked. I look to the 'informant', not recognizing his signature to be of my 'pedigree', but a vague air of Uchiha about him. Unless he were my bloodline of Uchiha, he wouldn't know everything about us, but he seemed to know some.

"According to my informant, I don't even need this!" Senju threw the rod down and grabbed my chin again.

He jerked my face to the side and dug his dull teeth into my neck and began sucking. As the blood rushes from my body and into Senju's mouth I throw my head back in pain, but can't help inwardly laughing at these fools. They thought they had me.

Senju was trying to force a vampiric bond. I may be damn close, but I was no vampire. My line of Uchiha descend from them, but we are far from being the same.

But Senju didn't know that.

A vampire's eyes were always red, fangs always elongated, and claws always sharp. They hide from light at all times, not just when they're starving, and they only drank the blood of humans outside of bonds.

Senju said so himself, that specific part of my blood was being suppressed by his seals.

Senju pulled back, face a bloody mess, and gripped my hair, pushing my face into his jugular like a fool, and I didn't hesitate.

The informant thought I was in a vampiric state, and was unaware that Senju planned to have me drink from him as well, which would create a full bond, where he and I would be equally tied, which would not only give him reign over me, but I over him. The informant seemed to understand that if that were the case, I could easily dominate him, my blood being of that nature.

Since I am not in that state, that is not the case, but I still had plenty of tricks under my sleeve.

I grinned and sunk my teeth in. I didn't let go when the informant tried to pry me off of him, but continued swallowing the blood that would not only feed me in my malnourished state, but gift me with even better eyes. The Rinnegan.

They finally pulled me off and began days, weeks, perhaps months of torture as I continued to laugh. They had failed in the Uchiha bond and had failed in the vampiric bond. If that weren't enough, Senju Hashirama had just gifted me with the rarest eyes in the world.

I laughed through the pain of being stabbed, sliced, burned and beaten, only tempted to use my new secret eyes when Senju began raping me and attempting to gouge out the eyes that would soon cause his downfall...

And four days after I had been left to die, they felt my wrath. The wrath of not only my Sharingan, not only the blood-eye, but also of my Rinnegan.

As Senju Hashirama lay massacred at my feet, I point my sword at the scared unmasked young face of 'The Informant'.

He jumps at my voice,"What is your name, boy?"

"..." He stays silent and I drag my sword slowly down his face and carve into his chin.

"Name, boy."

"... Danzou." I slice through the previous cut, making a deep 'X', and kick his face before turning to leave.

"Remember this, Young Danzou, I will found out how you know of my blood, and when I come find you, this-" I nudged Senju's broken corpse with my foot. "-will be your fate. I curse that next time your intelligence be accurate, and perhaps you will face me with right knowledge."

-Uchiha Madara is not seen again for decades, and when he returns, he is not a hero to the clan, but a monster to the Hidden World.-

~~~~~~~~~~END super-long flash-back~~~~~~~~~

I almost throw up again in my reminiscing, the torture, the revenge, but force myself to hold it down. It would be wasteful to lose Mikoto's blood.

I never figured out just how long I had been kept in that chamber, but the outside world had changed in that time.

And so had I.

I look back into the mirror and watch my eyes change. Blood-eyes. Sharingan. Rinnegan. Then back to the dark silver eyes I was born with.

The hate was still there. The Senju line was still there. The council was still there.

But so was the Kyuubi.

My revenge existed in the Hidden World, in one specific part. The Hidden Leaf Village, where Uchiha and Senju started.

The Kyuubi had always been about revenge. It had been passed through the Senju's mates, who always happened to be descendents of the Uzumaki clan. If I took control of the Kyuubi, I would not only destroy the Council, but I would destroy the Senju and knock off the Uzumaki clan in the process. With the Kyuubi, I had complete control.

Then, that Yellow Flash of Senju descent got in the way. I took them down in battle, but they left behind a little seed that slipped out of my grasp before I could be killed. The hideous Uzumaki child of Senju blood. I didn't stick around for their deaths, but I can feel that the child lives. And with Uzumaki chakra, he had no doubt became the vessel in the end.

I want the Kyuubi, there for I must find the vessel. I already have the means, so now, I play the waiting game.

I will have my revenge, but first, I must find a way to truly feast...

I feel a disgusting grin stretch across my face and glance into the mirror, straightening my posture, adjusting my clothing and putting my hair in its proper, messy place before walking out into the hallway, bumping into Itachi's foolish little brother.

Actually, just who I needed to see.

(Sasuke POV)

I wait in the hallway for Madara to come out, just as my aniki asked. I've never seen Itachi so beat up in his entire life. I get out of the shower and run into Itachi as he stomps into the steam filled bathroom.

Itachi was bleeding.

I watched from the corner of my eye as he washed his face and threw some folded clothes on the counter, taking off his previous outfit.

"Sasuke." Oh god, he's seen me. "When Madara comes out of his little cave-" He paused to catch himself from showing his frustration. Now this was real entertainment. "- tell him that we leave in an hour, I'll be gone till then, but be ready to leave. I'll return to pick you guys up." Then he slammed the door. I hear the shower turn on and I smirk.

I had just used all the hot water.

I shrugged and walked down the hall to wait for Madara. After a few minutes I hear the bathroom door slam open, then shut, then the front door do the same.

I disregard the odd sounds coming from Madara's room and wait until he comes out.

When he finally makes an appearance, I open my mouth to relay Itachi's message, only to get interrupted.

"It can wait." Excuse me? "I have a question for you."

I'm listening… "Hn." He scoffs at my one syllable answer.

"God, you're just like your brother." Thank you. "Anyways, you said that you learned quite a bit of science or whatever from your stay with Orochimaru, correct?" I nod.

"I need to eat something, but it cannot give my body any form of nutrients." Huh?

I raise my eyebrow and he elaborates. "It… can't be 'real'. My body cannot gain anything from it and it has to be something humans eat." He looks serious. What is he hiding? He must not have been able to digest any of the meat that he had eaten previously.

I stay quiet for a bit, before looking in his eyes, mine narrowed. "The only thing I can think of is some kind of artificial sugar." I pause. "Tell me, when your body reacted negatively to the hibachi, when you rejected it, did you see any of your slushee in your vomit?" His eyes flashed.

I was bluffing of course, but he obviously didn't know that. I made it seem like I knew what was going on, but I had no idea why his body rejected the meat. It wasn't uncommon for a demon to be unable to hold human food, but they could usually eat meat, cooked or uncooked. It's just how we were wired.

Hyuuga's could eat anything, while our ancient diet consisted of the body, their kind devoured the soul. Their physical bodies didn't sustain itself with souls, but their ocular powers gained from it.

I zoned back into our conversation when he was about to walk away.

"Itachi says we're leaving in an hour and to be ready. Look through Itachi's clothes and get at least four outfits to wear." He began to turn his back and walked into Itachi's room to pack a bag.

I called to him, "I would suggest a diet of candy and sugary drinks. They hold little to no nutritional value and consist of simple sugars so your body will immediately eliminate it before it can do any damage, and it is quick and easy to digest with our bodies. Literally eat nothing but junk." He nodded, then closed Itachi's door behind him.

I thought about why he couldn't simply eat what he wanted like Itachi and I. In a memory, I heard from my mother that the elder clan members consumed people before it was 'outlawed' by the demon council and enforced by the 'assassins', an organization of humans who unhappily work with the council to keep up peace, appearances and secrets.

Sadly enough, it was outlawed before my brother and I were born, so I've never eaten anyone. I've killed plenty of poor unfortunate souls working under Orochimaru, but have never dared to eat one of them.

I wonder if it would make me more powerful. If the Hyuugas consume souls for power, and Uchihas are supposed to eat flesh, wouldn't I gain power? According to 'The Three Great Eyes' theory, I should.

The story is that there are three clans of demon with legendary ocular power.

The Hyuuga clan is a large clan with pale violet eyes, referred to as Byakugan. These eyes are activated at birth and have the ability to see almost three hundred and sixty degrees around them, unactivated. Activated, they can see through inanimate objects for miles, as well as look into a person and see their inner energy, or chakra. With this power, they can disable any part of your body with physical contact and permanently paralyze an enemy by poisoning your body and energy with their own. They can manipulate their energy out right, while other species must channel theirs into release points like their eyes, hands or even mouths.

They devour the soul, but infect the body.

They usually stay low profile as doctors, so that when a patient dies, they can receive the escaping soul by smearing the blood on a ritual mark, usually located on their forehead, depending on their status in the clan. They are extremely well known and are a peaceful, neutral clan in conflicted affairs, choosing to side with the laws and keep to themselves in times of war.

The Uchiha clan was large at one time, but it was lost in the great massacre. Unlike the Hyuuga's, our ocular power is capable of camouflage. The Byakugan is easily identifiable because of its color, the only difference in activation is that the ocular veins enlarge, letting blood and chakra flow to the eyes. Uchiha's eyes are naturally grayish or black, but when the Uchiha's ocular power, the Sharingan, is activated, the iris turns red with one to three black tomoe. The more tomoe, the more advanced the Sharingan becomes. The first of the Sharingan's powers is being able to see the flow of chakra and identify the various types, though not as well as the Hyuuga's because of the fact that we can't see through people(Cue Sasuke's own little brand of dry humor.).

In battle though, we technically can. The more tomoe we have, the better we can see and predict an enemy's attack, giving us time to think of a counter attack or defense before it even happens. We can also memorize the other person's attack and make it our own, whether it be mental, physical or inflicted by chakra; the only limitation being that we cannot copy a blood given attack which is why it is called Sharingan, or 'Spinning Copy Wheel'.

The most dangerous aspect of my clan's eye is somewhat like hypnosis.

With just eye contact, you're finished. If you suffer through Itachi's Tsukuyomi technique, you will have no outside injury, but you could be left with anything between mild mental trauma and sever internal bleeding/ brain hemorrhage or death, though most Sharingan experiences only paralyze or hypnotize, making you falsely believe something happened or make you see something projected from the user's mind.

We can also see if a person is under such a mental attack, or 'genjutsu', because their body's energy flow is greatly disrupted, so we can escape these projections easier than any other demon, because it's our specialty.

Unlike the Hyuugas, we've never even tried to 'blend in'. We're famous for being merciless and corrupt, and not too shy about it. What's the point in pretending we're not what we're famed for? Our elders created a bloody reputation for us, so we have always used fear in our favor.

We devour the body, but infect the mind.

The third ocular power does not come from a clan, but is evolved. No one knows if the Rinnegan evolved from the Sharingan or the other way around. It is the rarest among the three, simply showing up in a person supposedly after a traumatic event, similar to how Sharingan shows up in the clan, and is believed to be a mutation. It is like Byakugan in the fact that it lacks the ability to devolve after activation and is very noticeable with its' bright violet gaze and multiple rings. Rinnegan has the ability to push, pull and stop almost anything, similar to telekinesis, but not quite as controlled. This makes them almost completely untouchable in battle and fierce opponents, especially if you end up being whatever they are pushing or pulling.

The real Rinnegan wielder is also very difficult to locate, seeing as how he places his power into six reanimated corpses, seeing through their eyes and manipulating them. He is supposedly a god who has the ability to reanimate by piercing a body with a special metal material and feast on their brain waves, attacking the soul in order to make the body into a puppet.

I've heard that when the soul is attacked, it is one of the most painful experiences ever felt; only one has lived through it; Hashirama Senju. It is rumored that the wielder had not been the Sage of Six Paths and had somehow mutated it. Since we was not the sage, when he penetrated Senju's mind, the 'forced control' was ineffective and he could not make Senju his puppet. Angry, the wielder basically combusted him.

Must have sucked to live through the unbearable pain of the mind invasion procedure only to explode.

This 'procedure' is a technique that no one but the sage of six paths is capable of doing, and with the Rinnegan, he is able to see what the Byakugan and Sharingan can see put together.

The Rinnegan devours the mind, but attacks the soul.

I hear Itachi's door open and Madara step out, taking me away from my mind rant. I observe him, taking in every detail I missed before.

When he first arrived here, he was not only filthy, but sickly looking, his hair dead and his skin almost translucent.

Now, as he stepped out of the room, he looked like a new man. His wild hair was shining with life and framing his smirking face. His skin was pale but less dead looking, and his eyes were crimson, but lacking the tomoe.

He walked past me to sit on the couch and wait for Itachi's arrival. He almost seemed as if he were high on something. He has a sated smile on his face and giggles for no reason.

I think about his eyes once more. Has he eaten someone before? Surely he has, considering his age.

I look over at him and can't help but think that he's eaten one within the last five minutes, because he sure seems like it, either that or he just got laid.

The only people that have been here besides me is Itachi and I don't want to re-think about all of that banging and crashing I heard while in the shower.

Besides, there is no way either of those things happened considering I would've smelled either arousal or death, so all is well in my mind.

I leave him in order to pack my own bag, walking into Itachi's room to get a few outfits.

The sight that greeted me was not pretty.

The place had been turned upside down. There was a broken chair thrown onto the bed with Itachi's desk over on its side and it looks like someone had fallen into the dresser seeing as how half of the drawers had fallen out, underwear strewn everywhere, and not to mention the blood smear all over the place as well as an indent in the wall.

As calmly as I could, I walk to the closet and pick out five outfits and walk to the drawers, stealing some underwear, just in time to hear Itachi's car honk for us.

I call for Madara, but he's not even in the living room anymore. I walk into the hallway and bump into him, coming face to face with a ninja mask.

He's wearing a ninja mask.

This is going to be one hell of a trip.

LOL:D

I love Madara. I feel like I gave him too much back-story, but it needs to be done...

Sorry if the flash-back is long and angsty, feel free to complain, it'll help me write better.

I feel like I'm not writing very well... I sure wish someone would review and tell me... -_-

Haha, but seriously. Even a 'Hey.' review would be nice.

Anyways, is anything unclear in the story?

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~SaLEm