I don't know whether or not to make this story angsty, happy or funny so I try to put in a healthy mix:)

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Chapter Four Recap: Lots of Madara back story! His two secrets are evolving! His true gender revealed to you~ but what about his other? Can you figure it out ? It's kinda obvious... Anyway, we are starting to get an understanding of things, yes? **Any ways, I keep calling these recaps but they're extremely un-detailed. I kinda just tell you the gist of what happened... Oh well:P

Chapter Five~

Feigned Innocence

(Itachi POV)

I sat in the car with Kisame, trying to re-explain the some-what lie I had just told him.

I sigh."We're leaving Japan because that's where Akatsuki is meeting and relocating, as you know, and because it's simply more convenient. I want Sasuke in that 'mixed' school for spying purposes as well as personality building purposes." There, now to come up with something to explain my fugitive-bondmate-sensei.

"One more thing-"

The front door opens. Oh god, I'm too late.

Sasuke walks down to the drive way and opens the passenger door and glares at Kisame.

"Move." That's my boy.

Kisame blanches, then looks at me as if my face held all he answers. His expression mellows out to one of acceptance, probably remembering that Sasuke and I are in fact related.

Maybe my face does have all the answers...

"Nice to meet you too, punk." He then gets up, lifting the seat so Sasuke can get in the back. Kisame is about to pull the seat back before a hand stopped him. He turned to look at the person who had apparently scared the life out of him and almost shrank back.

For some reason, I found this to be one of the more attractive traits that Madara held.

That was until I realize what caught Kisame so off-guard; Madara's mask. He probably wore it so no one could recognize him, most likely still paranoid, but it was rather unnerving, especially because of the fact that his hair obscured his right eye and the mask covered the lower half of his face, only revealing his gray left orb. I didn't like it, not being able to see his face...

He had also modified his clothing, opting to wear a turtle-neck, a hooded jacket, long black jeans and gloves when it was seventy degrees outside.

It seems that he was nervous about someone figuring out his identity.

They both looked at me, Kisame slightly confused, and probably creeped out as well.

I sighed out loud. "I'll explain on the way."

Madara climbed into the back with Sasuke, staring at my rear-view mirror, daring me to look in the mirror back at him. I don't often chicken out of a dare, so I held eye contact with him through the mirror while everyone else got their stuff into the car.

This was a big mistake.

I knew he was doing just to get to me, get some kind of reaction, hold some kind of power over me, but it still made me squirm.

He sat in the back with Sasuke, his legs spread wide, one arm on the armrest, one massaging his neck where the mark resided. I can feel it. I was unaware that bond marks were capable of such things.

He seemed to be testing out his body's more positive aspects.

I break eye contact, hoping Kisame doesn't notice the red tint to my cheeks, and pull out of the drive way.

I can feel everyone's eyes on me.

Once we are well on our way, Kisame clears his throat, never one for awkward situations when he was involved. "So, umm, who is this again?"

I try to answer with a half truth. "He's a fu-"

"Family friend." No, actually I was going to say fugitive. Nice try though, sensei.

Part of me wanted to back hand him, especially for that childish, demented tone he was using; another part wanted to bang my head against the steering wheel. The few allies that the Uchiha clan did have were all long dead; Kisame knows that. To say that you were a family friend suggests that you know plenty of information about the Uchiha clan, and since both the Uchiha's and their allies are almost extinct, he will know you are lying, implying that you have something to hide.

Kisame will realize that only someone who actually does know how Sasuke and I, Uchihas, operate, and is most certainly not a 'family friend', would claim that. If Madara isn't a family friend, is hiding something, and is close to me, it won't take him too long to realize that he is an Uchiha. Soon, he will take notice of how we act around each other: My respect for him, his protectiveness of me and the undeniable tension between us will be a dead give-away to a closer bond.

This entire thought happens in my brain in under seven seconds before Kisame replies with an, "Oh, okay, what business do you have in the states?"

I suppose I greatly over estimated Kisame's ability to put two and two together…

"I'm running from the Council." Way to keep up your story, sensei.

I hear Sasuke laugh behind me.

I can't believe this. Everyone's going to think my sensei is a complete idio-

Oh.

If he maintains the same personality traits that Uchiha Madara is known for, someone will suspect him. Acting like this, no one will suspect that he is one of the most powerful of his kind. No one besides Sasuke will even know that we are connected as teacher and student, and Madara must have been exercising this strange new, albeit careless, behavior since they had their first encounter, concealing his true personality and identity(which happened to be quite twisted).

Oh how I enjoy being in the presence of those who are as conniving as I am.

Kisame looks to me for some kind of explanation to Madara's reply, but I can only be honest, right?

"He's a fugitive; we're taking him with us so he can flee from Japan, which happens to be where a specific unit in the council is located; the one that's in charge of psychos like him."

"You can call me Kurama." Kisame glanced back at Madara, receiving a blank stare. Sasuke looked thoroughly amused.

Kisame narrowed his beady eyes. "You know a guy called Tobi?"

Madara sat back into the seat casually. "Never heard of him. Why?" He seemed more eccentric than usual. His speech patterns were lazy and somewhat flirtatious, Japanese slurring slightly, but in a strangely attractive way. I could feel a smirk under his mask.

Kisame frowned. "It just looks like you would be in some sort of ADHD-mask-wearing-cult..." I inhale sharply. I had never heard anyone insult my sensei, -besides me of course.

He is silent for a bit, then replies with a slight pout. "Your 'Tobi' friend also wears a mask?" Kisame nods, "Yeah, it's weird. It's like he has this crazy secret, something to hide..." Madara remains nonchalant, twirling his hair lazily. "Like his face?" He smirked under his mask, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Kisame slowly turned to face forward, glaring at the dashboard.

I don't think I've ever sighed this much in my entire life.

I clear my throat in order to get everyone's attention. "Okay, here's how everything is going to work. We're going to get on the plane, sit through however many hours it will take to reach our destination, then leave the airport and arrive at my friend's home where we will stay for one night while movers furnish the campus residence I signed for two hours ago."

Kisame was fine with this, but my relatives seemed to have trouble with a few things.

First to speak up was Sasuke, of course. "Campus Residence?" His eye twitched. "We will be living in a campus residence?" I was about to answer when Madara asked a question of his own.

"Your 'friend'?" He asks, and I can see Kisame trying to hide his smirk. Oh man...

I ignored Madara in favor of answering my brother's question.

"Actually, Kurama and I will be living on campus. I went through the entire process of making us 'teachers' just so we could keep an eye on Orochimaru's favorite little Uchiha. We will be sharing a two bedroom 'suite' and I will be teaching an advanced Calculus class, while Tobi here will be subbing for a teacher on leave." I spoke softly, trying to hold in the strange feeling bubbling in my abdomen. Could it be excitement?

"What does 'friend' mean?" Madara asks suspiciously. Kisame must think 'Kurama' is just trying to tease me, otherwise he would be able to foresee how terribly this could unfold.

"So where the hell will I be living?" Sasuke asks, purposely talking over Madara.

I think Sasuke is trying to come to my aid, probably thinking my 'over protective sensei' wants to have a word with this 'friend', when in reality, my jealous bond-mate wants to kick my 'friend' in the teeth.

Oh well, I still appreciate it.

I answer him before Madara can talk again. "You will live where ever you want. I have you signed up to live on campus, but I'm sure you are capable of living on your own in an apartment nearby, if you so wanted, but you will not be far from my reach."

If you don't answer my goddamn question, I will humiliate the shit out of you.

I jerked, making my car swerve, then looked in the rear view mirror at Madara.

The same voice spoke in my head once more, making my neck burn almost as bad as when I and Madara first made the mark. If you wish to reply, simply touch my scar and think to me.

I do so, trying to pull off an inconspicuous position where I was leaning on the door, my head and neck resting on my hand.

What the hell is this? God this is creepy. -And somewhat fascinating... I honestly can't believe half of the crazy voodoo-shit that runs in my family.

This is me speaking to you through our link, my mark must be on fire! Now tell me, Itachi, who is your friend that we are staying with?

Why does it matter? It's someone who I trus-

Tell me or prepare for humiliation.

And how do you plan on humiliating me?

I regret saying this. The burning sensation in my neck turned pleasant, then it became over powering and I barely suppressed a groan. It seems he's gotten used to his physical body.

Oh Kami, stop!

"So Itachi, who is this friend we're going to stay with?" You evil son-of-a-…

Before Sasuke could save me again, I replied. "He is someone I met through the organization I am involved in, a co-worker if you will. He and Kisame here are the only people I trust in this organization and we have become comrades as well as personal friends." There, I explained the half truth in a way that he will understand.

I can just feel Kisame hoping this blows up in my face.

Oh well, one can never tell the full truth. Sensei would flip if he knew this 'comrade' was my best friend, but he would kill the both of us if he knew we slept together...

Madara is skeptical, but accepts the answer. "Oh, okay, can I have a slushee?" His 'cute' demeanor is almost growing on me.

This is going to be one hell of a trip.

(On the plane, still Itachi POV)

We get through security with our bags, but they insist on making Madara throw away his slushee, then tried to make him remove his mask. He put him under with Sharingan and walked straight through to the plane, still upset that he hadn't done so before they took his cherry slushee.

I could practically feel him pouting(he hadn't had the chance to drink it). At least we were on first class.

I lean back into my chair, glancing between a menu and the window. Madara insisted on the middle seat, probably wanting me all to himself, with Kisame in the aisle seat. Sasuke sat away from us, probably not wanting anything to do with the 'crazies' in front.

I look at Madara, almost shaking my head when I see his arms crossed and his masked face looking down and can't take it anymore. I search through the 'Kidz' section of the snack menu, trying to find something similar to a slushee. I find nothing. So much for first class…

I had to do something to get him in a better mood. For some reason, his pouting is driving me insane. I suppose it's only natural to want to please him, since he is, after all, 'tied' to me.

So I order seven blow pops, a snack-cake and a cherry soda. I've done all I can do.

When the attendant came back with my candy order, his eyes were glued to her hands, then mine as the suckers and beverage were handed off.

"What are those?" He asks curiously. He's like a man-child.

I hand them to him. "They're candy, they're yours." He looks at me, then to the suckers I placed in his hand, then to me again. He doesn't know how to eat them.

I hand him the snack-cake, but he only looks at it and hands it back to me.

Ungrateful...

I take a sucker back, a cherry one, and unwrap it, popping it into my mouth, then look at him from the corner of my eye, making him catch on. He unwraps one of his own and imitates me, turning in my direction away from prying eyes and lowering his mask slightly…

Only to throw his sucker on the ground and take mine from my mouth. He obviously isn't a fan of green apple.

Thirty minutes into the plane ride, I look over to see my sensei passed out on top of Kisame with the stick of the blow pop protruding from the top of his mask, his nose peeking out. Kisame is obviously completely freaked out and looks to me for help.

"Ma-... Kurama, wake up." I try, but he's out cold. "Ku-Ra-Ma." Nothing.

I try to lift him gently but he only grunts and shifts.

I push back the armrest between us so I can pull him better. I grab him by the hair and jerk him up. He awakens with an angry hiss, whispering, "Itai, itai, itai!" in an insane high-pitched pseudo-voice, further annoying Kisame. He glares at me through his messy hair, turning away from Kisame and going back to sleep, leaning on me. He gives a satisfied hum, nuzzling his face into my neck, emitting a soft snore.

I look to Kisame with a 'fuck my life' expression. He only laughed at my misfortune.

In reality, it felt good to have him lying on me like this.

I stole the sucker dangling from Madara's mouth and placed it into mine, pushing his mask back into place and enduring the rest of the plane ride.

(Normal POV)

The four travelers were finally in the driveway of a small California home, getting their bags from the trunk.

Itachi turned to his relatives. "I'll need you two to stay behind for a bit while I explain the situation. When I called him, I only said that I was staying. He won't care about Kisame, but let me inform him about our little 'situation'." With that, he left the other Uchiha behind.

Itachi walked into the house without knocking, only to be attacked by an excited blonde.

"Deidara, stop! Whatever you do, don't touch me!"

(Deidara POV)

I had to switch from English to Japanese, which was pretty difficult considering I'd been speaking to Americans all week.

"What the hell. Why is Kisame here, un? I bought handcuffs for no reason!" I saw Kisame smack his hands against his ears.

"Oh man, I did NOT need to hear that." He almost cried.

Kisame knows we sleep together, so I do everything in my power to scar the hell out of his tiny little fish-brain.

Itachi spoke up, "I have two more people in the car." What the hell am I, a homeless shelter?

I raise an eyebrow. "Who and why, un? I am not having an orgy involving Kisame." Said shark-demon began banging his head against the wall. Hilarious.

Itachi did not look amused. "You will not speak of any sexual relations with me whatsoever while these other two are here." This must be serious.

I don't like serious. "You have yet to answer my question. Who are they, and why are they with you, un?"

"My brother-" Interesting."-and a family friend." Bullshit.

"Your clan's allies were all exterminated by you, un. Explain how he is a family friend?" I may have sounded a bit too standoffish, but Kisame looked interested now, so I probably had reason to be.

Kisame spoke up. "Itachi wants Sasuke to spy on the 'youth of other clans' and hopefully become less of a sociopath. Kurama is the one who came up with the 'family friend' thing." Kurama? I haven't been in Japan in awhile, but I know that name sounds familiar...

I choke on air. "K-Kurama?" No way...

Kisame grins. "He's a fugitive running from the council." Awesome.

I glared at Itachi, only to receive one in return. I think my head is going to explode, either from the glare or this situation. Probably from the glare, it was pretty scary. Even so, I continue to glare, waiting for an explanation.

'Tachi seemed to think it over in his mind before speaking. "He was a past partner."

I raise an eyebrow. "Past partner? So I can't even touch you because your jealous ex is here?"

I've never seen Itachi so embarrassed in my life. It was a joke... His eyes widened angrily, "I meant partner in battle, you idiot." Ouch. Is this a touchy subject?

"Wait, then what does this have to do with our 'sexual relations'?" Kisame yells an 'EW!'. "Why can't I touch you, un?" It shouldn't be such a big deal if they were just comrades ... Itachi's relationship with this person isn't just partnership. He's hiding something.

He hesitates. He is either unsure about trusting me or is about to lie through his teeth.

"Remember when you said I was possessive for almost killing Hidan after he kept spitting lewd comments about you?" Kisame had shared his thoughts about our casual relationship with Hidan. It wasn't quite as funny to tell Kisame things after that... "Imagine that tenfold." Oh dear. "You thought I was extremely possessive, if he finds out that we have any kind of relationship outside of friendship, Hell will rise."

Something still doesn't make sense. "Why is it any concern to your 'battle partner' that we sleep together sometimes, un?" God this was complicated. I almost want to send Kisame out so we could talk this our for real, since I know a lot more about his past than that shark.

Itachi straightens, "He has a strange mind set,-" Kisame snorts. "-he believes any exceedingly personal relationship will bring me down, and it will be easier for an enemy to catch or kill me if I have 'friends' that they can threaten and hold against me."

I gulp.

"What is he, un, your personal advisor?"

"I respect his word just as well as I respect yours, if not more so." Woah. I thought I was number one...

I still feel like he's lying to me. Jeez, can't I get one friend? Just one? Being a fugitive is a pretty lonely life, but I thought Itachi and I were pretty tight. Guess not.

Asshole.

Itachi motions to the door, catching Kisame's attention.

"Kisame, go get them." Itachi orders, not breaking eye contact with me.

When Kisame closes the door, rules fly from Itachi's mouth, switching to english.

"Don't touch, hold, hug, kiss, grope or make any physical contact with me whatsoever. We may be what you call 'best friends' or 'casual fuck buddies'-" It's funny to hear Itachi say that, especially with his slight accent. "-but that is completely irrelevant now. Do not even make reference to past physical contact, or future for that matter. Act like you did when we first met."

I narrow my eyes. "I hated you, un."

Itachi nods. "Exactly." Then the door opens to reveal a young sex-god, glaring at Kisame.

Is there a 'sexy' gene in the Uchiha blood?

Kisame walked in with two ravens behind him, looking weary of the masked one.

And I'm stuck thinking Japanese again. Ugh, my brain hurts. "This is Sasuke and Kurama." Itachi said quietly. I've never seen him be so respectful, not even to leader.

Young Sasuke literally radiated sex, and if he was anything like the his brother, then he radiated rough sex.

I put on the nicest guise I can. "Nice to meet you, Sasuke."

"Hn." He walked right past me.

Oh yeah, total bed-monster.

I was trying to get a better look at Itachi's friend, but Kisame was in the way.

Come to think of it, he hadn't moved since he shut the door behind him.

He spoke. "Itachi, Why exactly did you bring Kurama with you? I know he was in a bind, but don't battle partners usually split after their mission?"

My uncovered eye catches Sasuke's glare at Kurama, or was he just looking? I honestly can't tell the difference with Uchihas.

Itachi sighs, never one for long conversation, especially if it had to do with him in any way. "He would've done the same for me. We've accompanied each other in many missions because we work well together." He glanced at Kurama, "As for staying together, we will most likely separate soon. His temporary teaching job is just that, temporary, and he is permitted to leave when he wishes."

Kisame turned to Kurama with an interested smile. "You work well with 'The Great Uchiha Itachi', huh?" He says in a mocking tone. "So how powerful does that make you?" He asks challengingly.

I hear Kurama's smooth, taunting voice bellow from Kisame's side. "Powerful enough to kick your ass, you whale."

I couldn't stop the laughter from bubbling out.

When he stepped away from Kisame and looked at me, I could tell he didn't like me already. He kept himself extremely covered up, but I could tell he was pretty damn hot as well. I wouldn't mind stripping him of all those clothes and f-.

Itachi came back into the conversation."I would appreciate it if you no longer threw around our names like that, I'm thinking of suitable aliases. Kami knows we're all wanted by the Council for one thing or another."

I snort. "By the way, Thanks for bringing in your gang of fugitives, un. Welcome to my home, criminals."

Itachi smirks at me. "You have no room to speak; I've seen you kill plenty of people."

I shrug, "Whatever brings in the b- AHH!" Kurama's face is suddenly half an inch from mine, smelling me.

"You smell… peculiar." He inhales, thinking over the scent. Does he smell Itachi on me? Its been weeks since we bed-wrestled! "And your features are exceedingly familiar…" Oh my God, He knows… Just look at his name, no one would broadcast that unless they know...

He suddenly jerks back, "Oh well, too faint to place." He's annoying.

I can see Itachi sigh in relief, but we were worried for two entirely different reasons…

Kisame shakes his head at all of us, while Sasuke ever so politely, asks, "Where am I sleeping?"

Fuck you, Sasuke. No need to be a rude asshole.

Then I panic. I haven't even thought about how I'm gonna fit these people in my house!

Usually Itachi sleeps in my bed, because, well, you know…

Kisame always claims the fold out couch or the air mattress

.

Four extra people in my two bedroom house and I cannot allow three of those people in the 'guest' room.

I tried to work this out in my head. Itachi will get mad if I suggest my bed, trying to keep our arrangement on the down-low, but with everything going on, I need a good laugh...

"Un… Kisame, you take the air mattress. Sasuke, you can sleep in the spare bedroom. Itachi, you take the couch, like always, un." Smooth add-in, he'll never suspect a thing…

Itachi rolls his eyes at my faulty save and my eyes shift to 'Kurama', who has begun nervously playing with his messy raven tresses.

That's pretty suspicious…"I hope you are okay with sharing the couch with Itachi, un, it folds out. If not, too bad, un."

They both stiffen and avoid eye contact. How awkward.

You figure comrades would be more comfortable around each other.

Oh well. "Come with me, Sasuke." I lead him to the 'spare room'. I have better things to worry about than whether or not those two are comfortable. They could be dealt with later, but this next situation required a certain delicacy, as well as tact.

I walk to the furthest door down the hallway, open it, and push Sasuke in before following and closing the door behind me.

Sasuke catches himself, glaring at me. I place my finger in front of my lips, signaling silence.

I walk toward him and get in his face, "If you keep what you see in this room secret, I will grant you anything in my power that you want in return." I pause and think over what I've said before correcting myself. "Everything in this room being the exception."

Oh jeez, Whats in the room?~

kekkeke... Cliff Hangers...

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