Well, hello~!

How is everyone? FANTASTIC?

Great.

Glad you're reading P&P(bc I'm too lazy to type Power and Possessions all over the place).

Also, for when this comes up: When Sasuke says 'protectors', its just fancy P&P talk for 'ninjas'. Because P&P isn't about ninjas. Its about Spooky Demon-Vampire shit.

Chapter Five 'Recap': The Uchihas plus Kisame just went the airport and arrived at Deidara's house. Deidara's all suspicious of 'Kurama', as well as everyone else, and Kurama is suspicious of Deidara. Kisame knows Itachi and Deidara are F*** buddies and Itachi is worried he'll spill the beans to Madara. So many twists. Its funny.

Oh yeah, and Sasuke is sleeping in Deidara's super secret spare room.

Chapter Six~

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(Sasuke POV)

There I am, being led by this girly-boy to the spare room, innocently following and eager to just get some sleep, and I'm violently shoved in and shushed! I'm a freaking Uchiha! Who does this loser-tranny think he is?

Okay, perhaps I'm being a bit dramatic...

"If you keep what you see in this room secret, I will grant you anything in my power that you want in return." He seems to rethink himself, correcting his previous demand. "Everything in this room being the exception." What the hell.

I looked at him like he was an idiot, and he flipped his hair violently. "No one can know about this room, not Itachi, not Kisame and especially not that creepy stranger. I'm already pissed off about Itachi bringing his tag-alongs into my house."

Someone has a few secrets, and I'd bet that they're in this room.

He continued to rant and even waved his finger at me. Everything he was saying just went in one ear and out the other so I just looked at him until he stopped talking and nodded.

Satisfied, he left, and I began looking through the room for what was so secret, leaving no rock unturned. I'm gonna find his secret if I have to look all night. So much for sleeping.

(Deidara POV)

After making sure Itachi's brother could swear secrecy, I went to check on my fellow criminals.

Kisame was already settled in the game room on an air mattress, giant arms and legs hanging off the sides. I go to the living room to check on Itachi and his partner only to find Itachi quickly succumbing to sleep and 'Kurama' no where in sight.

Now I'm really uncomfortable...

I was the guardian of the nine-tails jinchuuriki, my younger brother. I am also an active member of the Akatsuki, an organization hunting down these legendary demons for war purposes.

No, I'm not betraying my brother, or his weird little raccoon-friend, I'm protecting them. Much like my best friend Itachi, I'm a double agent, if you will.

I am secretly only half-demon, or as the Japanese like to call someone like me, a hanyou. My mother was a clay-demon from Iwa, of france, passing along the explosion release kekkei genkai to me. In her hidden village, she was a medic-nin(the blood limit skipped her generation) involved in the biological warfare that Iwa planned to wage on Konoha, located in Japan. Iwa gathered DNA of Konoha's figure-heads in order to finds weaknesses, but when Konoha found out and sent assassins, my mother, fearing for her life, impregnated herself with the hokage's DNA so the assassins could not kill her for fear of ending the Namikaze child.

She was eventually assassinated a few years later after I was born and I trained under the Tsuchikage in the explosion corps, then found out about my father, Minato Namikaze and moved to the leaf when I was six to discover him expecting another child. He was pretty surprised to meet me as well...

When my family was living in the hidden leaf village, on the day of the fox attack, my father and step-mother handed me their new born, making me promise to protect and hide it. They said their last words, his name, and sent me to Jiraiya and a man named Sarutobi, who would apparently give me some helpful information on what happened and what was to become of my sibling.

Jiraiya read the seal upon the baby's stomach and told me of the Kyuubi, as well as the hunted life my brother would lead. Sarutobi told me about everything from the Uchihas and their ancient ties to the Kyuubi to the Kyuubi's real name.

The same name that this stranger was parading around.

This didn't sit well with me.

I brought Naruto to live with me in Iwa for awhile as I continued my training in the explosion corps. The old woman who had taken me in gladly welcomed a baby into the household, teaching the six-year-old me how to take care of him. Being raised in an environment of assassinations and explosions, I didn't trust many, so the only person to hold my brother was me and the lady housing us.

When I began excelling in the explosion corps, at around age thirteen, people started taking keen notice to me and my art. There were malicious whispers telling the Tsuchikage, leader of Iwa, that I was out of control and that I needed to be taken down. After the first attack on my home took out the landlord, the woman who raised me and helped me raise Naruto, I took my brother and fled Iwa, but not before blowing the place to smithereens.

Homeless, I wandered hidden and unhidden lands, supplying terrorists and war-groups with bombs, run of the mill and custom made. After awhile money was no longer an issue, as people were paying pretty pennies to get a hold of my top of the line black market bombs. I had my own underground business running at nineteen. That's how the Akatsuki caught wind of me.

I had at first kept ties with Konoha, The Hidden Leaf, to make sure Jiraiya was well informed on his pupil's son and to remain an active ANBU, or assassin as demons called us, of my father's hidden village, but when the Akatsuki approached, I severed all of those ties. I didn't want Naruto involved in the hidden world, despite his jinchuuriki status. After stealing seals from Konoha, since I suck at them on my own, I fled with Naruto to America. If I kept him away from the hidden villages, he would be safer.

I had become the youngest full-fledged member of the Akatsuki at age twenty, joining in order to track them and their movements so that I could steer either them or Naruto out of the way when one was too close to the other. I had been a rogue Iwa-pro since I was fourteen, and after joining Akatsuki, a rouge leaf-pro as well. It didn't matter though, because I promised my father I would sacrifice even more to protect Naruto.

I would do anything to keep my promise. Even lie to the man who had become my closest friend, Uchiha Itachi.

Honestly, the man had enough problems, he doesn't need to know about mine.

And I had no intention of letting him.

No one was going to take my brother.

I was about to walk into the living room and wish Itachi a good sleep when the back door opened and 'Kurama' strutted into my home, standing over Itachi.

His movements and speech were fluid, but strangely drunken in an unexplainable way. He stood over Itachi, just watching him. I spied from the hallway, making sure he didn't notice me, but he seemed far too concerned with Itachi.

I didn't want to press my luck, so I went to my room and turned on my monitor screen, no such thing as too paranoid, flipping it to the living room camera. I'm now extremely glad I threw in the extra cash for HD zoom features. I put the head-phones in so Itachi wouldn't hear me listening to them with his crazy bat ears. I didn't even know what abilities the other guy had, but I was willing to bet that they were as unbelievable as Itachi's.

Somethings happening.

Itachi's eyes opened and they stared at each other for at least a good minute before Itachi moved to the edge of the couch-bed, inviting Kurama in. This was odd behavior considering that when Itachi and I were paired in missions(rare) and had to share sleep quarters, he slept in the dead center of our cot. What a bed-hog...

Kurama moved, jarring me out of my thoughts, and gracefully made his way into the bed, but didn't lay down. He sat there with a defensive posture, tense and looking around the room, the window and even the ceiling.

I sweat-drop. Who was he expecting to find there?

Itachi rested his head near Kurama's lap and looked up at him, but Kurama kept his head forward, almost brooding. Itachi simply stared until Kurama took notice, finally looking down at Itachi, seemingly caving. He sighed through his mask and began to run his fingers through Itachi's bangs, Itachi's eyes falling shut, placing his head on Kurama's lap.

Now that was something you don't see everyday.

Itachi was seeking affection from someone. There had to be some kind of history between them, because as far as I knew, Itachi wasn't the cuddly type. Or the nice type for that matter. The only compliment he'd ever given me was about how the mouths on my palms gave me the title of 'best hand-job'. Hands down. Pun intended.

I honestly couldn't agree more, though. That's right, I toss my own salad. Don't look at me like that, un.

Kurama began talking. "I don't feel right, Itachi." The man addressed opened his eyes and stared into Kurama's face. "What do you mean, Sen-" Itachi's mouth was covered by a quick hand, before the thumb of that hand began stroking his face.

Ha, I knew his real name wasn't Kurama. I make a silent note to myself to look up Japanese names that began with 'se' and 'n'. With my first language being french, I wasn't exactly familiar with many Japanese names, but I had to find out who this guy was and why he was using the Kyuubi's name.

Kurama was talking again. "Don't you feel it, boy?" Woah, someone talking down to Itachi... Surely he's not going to take that lying down.

He sat up(lol, told you he wouldn't take that lying down.) and eyed 'Kurama', removing the hand from his face. "What about it?" Itachi said with narrowed eyes.

Kurama spoke in an almost venomous whisper. "So you feel it? We're being smothered. I can't sense anything in this house. The charms he is using are making me sick." Itachi looked almost concerned now.

"What do you mean by 'sick'?" He questioned.

Kurama looked all about the room, paranoid and angry. "They're everywhere. My spine is tingling, my stomach flips and my eyes are spinning without tomoe. It's driving me mad. I feel like we're under attack, but the enemy is everywhere." His eyes were wide, glaring into Itachi's. Tomoe?

Itachi shook his head. "Deidara is apart of my organization, and in that organization, you have to take extreme precautions to obtain even a small amount of secrecy. We will have to do the same thing to our campus residence to keep possible threats from finding out our secrets." Itachi finished, trying to reassure his battle partner.

It felt weird watching this interaction. I've never seen reason to spy on Itachi because he's never snooped around my house, and I've already fed him my lies. The only reason I bothered watching now is because of 'Kurama'.

Then Kurama said something that made me almost sweat. "What secrets does this house hide, then? As soon as young Sasuke went into that room, I no longer felt his presence what so ever. That room is drowned with the charms." Itachi raised an eyebrow.

"Deidara has a shrine of his deceased loved ones in that room. He doesn't like anyone in there. The only reason he allowed Sasuke inside was because Kisame and I are apart of the organization and you, he doesn't seem to trust whatsoever. Sasuke being young and without family would be the most logical option because he assumes Sasuke will sympathize and remain tight-lipped."

I thank heaven that Itachi, unknowingly, covers for me.

He has no idea what is actually in there but I have no intention of letting him find out. I'm glad he believed that shrine crap and since it wasn't a complete lie, his creepy eyes took it for honesty. For there was in fact a shrine, but it didn't belong to me. It belonged to my little brother.

It was a picture-less shrine of our mother and father that he prayed to every once in a while, there for, it was a shrine-room.

Yay half-honesty, un!

Kurama still didn't look at ease. He must be a sensory type for the Senju seals to be bothering him so much because he put his face into his hands, making it hard to hear him mumble: "But why these seals?"

Itachi sighed. "We can sleep in shifts, if your so paranoid. I'll sleep first, I'm jet-lagged, wake me in two hours." Kurama nodded and Itachi fell into slumber, occasionally tossing and throwing limbs over Kurama.

Luckily I had slept all day today, because as of now I'm up watching them all night to make sure neither of them decide to go exploring through my house.

It was odd watching them sleep because both of them ended up lying on the conscious person before thirty minutes was up. I've never seen Itachi so caught up with someone, but there he was, in the middle of his wake-shift, slacking on his duties, too busy tending to his ex-partner. When Kurama was awake, he was avidly scanning the room, always, where as Itachi simply stared at Kurama, occasionally moving hair from his face or adjusting the mask he refused to take off.

I could only witness this once, however, because Itachi's first shift was his last. Kurama remained awake, too jumpy to go back into the restless slumber that he had before. He simply laid on his back, eyes focused on his surroundings. He jumped the first time Itachi unconsciously moved next to him and I could only hold back my laughs, waiting for Itachi to become the closet-cuddler that he was.

I held my breath, waiting for Kurama to flip out as Itachi lazily threw his left arm over his partner's chest. Strangely enough, Kurama's wide eyes only softened before he adjusted Itachi, placing the man slightly on his chest and pulling Itachi's leg over his waist to fit between his own legs. He placed his left arm under Itachi's head, while said man's face nuzzling itself in the crook of Kurama's neck.

I feel my jaw drop as Kurama begins to run his fingers through Itachi's hair once more and starts gently rocking the both of them.

What the fuck. I still don't know how to maneuver around Itachi when he sleeps, but this guy handled it like a pro.

Kurama then sighed, speaking slurred Japanese, "Maa, Itachi-kun, you're getting too big for me to handle like this..."

Itachi only replied with a sleepy, "Hmm.." before adjusting him self and further burying his face into Kurama's neck, inhaling deeply through his nose and sighing from his mouth.

He just smelled Kurama's hair.

There had to be something they weren't telling me. How does this 'Kurama' know Itachi so well? The way he just spoke to him was like that of a doting mother or something, and Itachi just took it in stride, as if your battle partner holding you was completely normal.

I knew quite a bit about Itachi, but this was pretty new.

I knew that when he woke up in a bad mood, he had dreamed about the massacre or the Kyuubi attack. He had told me that the massacre was an order, something that no one besides the higher ups (and apparently Sasuke, now) knew about. He also told me that he had lost someone very special to him in the Kyuubi attack, but refused to tell me who. He always woke up angry or upset when he had those dreams, scowling a lot and refusing to speak.

Those were pretty personal, but when he told me of the good dreams he has, then I feel closer to Itachi.

When Itachi woke up in a good mood, then I know he had one of those dreams. No, not a wet-dream you weirdo, a different kind!

He would dream this memory of him and the person he lost to Kyuubi, lying together, talking. When Itachi and I slept together(not like that. Well not all the time...), he always ended up in the same strange position. Every time. It was like his go-to sleep-position. He would lay with his face in my neck, an arm around me and a leg in between mine and unconsciously rock himself gently. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen. He never did it with anyone else he was partnered with, or when he slept alone, so I assume its a comfort thing, most likely springing from his child-hood.

As weird as it is, I allow it. I honestly think Itachi craves someone to comfort him, hold him.

Itachi's a screwed up guy.

Now, apparently, this 'Kurama' guy was in on it too.

Perhaps Kurama knew Itachi's past as well as do, possibly even better than I do.

Itachi told me that after the Kyuubi attack, the only person he cared about was Sasuke. When I asked if the person he lost to Kyuubi was a lover I received a week of silence. I stopped prying. But maybe, if Kurama's partnership with Itachi goes that far back, Kurama would know about the one lost to Kyuubi?

These guys were so full of mystery.

I only had one more hour of surveillance and it was Itachi's turn, but Kurama wasn't the one to wake him up. Itachi woke up on his own, slowly pulling away from Kurama who looked ready to go into a coma. When Itachi asked why he didn't wake him for his shift, the only reply he received was Kurama slowly moving his eyes around the room. Itachi sighed and told him to rest for a bit, and that he would keep look out. Kurama only looked around once more, suspicious and uncomfortable, and Itachi did something that my my heart stop.

Itachi slowly leaned down so that he was eye level with Kurama, then placed his hands on either side of the man's masked face, thumbs fiddling with the stretchy black cloth. Kurama's eyes stopped their scanning to meet Itachi's, lidded. Itachi inhaled deeply, slowly through his nose before leaning closer, parting his lips and closing his eyes, then abruptly opening them, revealing spinning red.

Itachi just used Sharingan to knock out his own partner. Needless to say, Kurama dropped like a sandbag.

Itachi looked over the masked man's limp form, moving Kurama's bangs from his eyes and pulling the blanket to his chin, before walking into the kitchen. Just by the way he walked I could tell that he had been dreaming about the laying with that person. Sometimes I caught him smiling his tiny, creepy Uchiha smile after that particular dream... What an odd duck.

But hey, in the Akatsuki, we're all odd ducks.

After awhile, I was tired of watching Itachi do nothing, so I went to wake up that Sasuke-jerk.

If it weren't for the fact that the room was a secret, I would have taken a picture. This kid slept almost as awkwardly as my little brother.

At first, when I walked in, all I saw was his back and him clutching his katana. When I stood over him, I saw him clinging to one of Naruto's pillows, drooling all over it! Okay, so perhaps he wasn't really drooling all that much, but HAHA! An Uchiha drooling! After all of the horrible, gory and evil stories I have heard about Uchihas, first and second-hand, I walk in and the last survivor is cuddling my brother's pillow. This, ladies and gentlemen, has just made my life.

Then I realized something.

This perverted prick is cuddling my brother's pillow.

My eyes narrow.

(Sasuke POV)

At first as I look, I dive under the bed, the rug, and check the ceiling for hide-away hatches and find nothing. Honestly, if you're going to have a secret room, at least put giant shuriken in it. You would figure a guy in some hunting organization would be hiding weapons. The room was covered in invisible seals, so it was hiding something powerful.

I sigh and begin looking around the room like a normal person, that's when I notice that this isn't a spare room. The bed was messy and the entire room seemed to have a Halloween theme; black and orange. Not exactly ideal spare-room colors. There were posters of a Korean group called SHINee and a Japanese rock star called Miyavi scattered haphazardly across the obnoxiously painted walls as well as a few pictures sitting atop a large black dresser.

I begin with the pictures, careful not to pick them up unless they have people in them, and there were very few. One of them is set in this house, in the kitchen to be precise. It was Deidara, a red headed boy and a pink haired girl, seemingly caught by surprise while cooking, because their faces were blurred. In the very edge of the photo, you can see half of a tan, whiskered and grinning face, eyes closed, camera failing to focus. Who frames a shitty picture?

I roll my eyes at the expression of the blonde in the corner. What a moron.

I move on to a picture with the same people, minus Deidara. I studied the picture thoroughly. They seemed to be on a bridge, sitting near the edge with their feet dangling off the side, backs to the camera. I suppose you could call it a 'kodak-moment'. The tan blonde was on the left, the pink-haired female, then the red-headed boy. The boys seemed to be pushing against her, or sandwiching her, similar to the way Juugo and Suigetsu do to Karin to annoy her.

I look through all of the photos and notice a trend. The pictures never zoomed in on someone's face, besides the one in the kitchen, but that one only had half a face and it was unfocused. I mean, sure, how many people had bright pink or bright red hair, but still. I begin thinking about whether or not this was intentional when I drop a picture.

I almost roll my eyes at myself and bend down to pick it up, that's when I see it. There's another picture in the frame, behind the picture shown in the frame. I pull it out carefully.

It was the red haired boy, much younger looking though, probably ten or twelve, with a blonde of the same age. This picture was a close up, the two boys in the making angry faces, though it didn't seem to be too much of a stretch for the red-head.

I replaced the picture where it belonged and began looking through the other photos to find more hidden ones.

One had the same two boys, the blonde pointing at the tattoo on the red-head's forehead, pulling his black-rimmed eyes in a mock-asian kind of way. The red-head was angrily pinching whiskered cheeks in response. The caption at the bottom looked to be date four years ago, titled 'The Monster Mash'. How weird. I assumed it was some sort of inside joke and tucked the picture back in it's place.

I pull all the pictures out, looking for a reason that they would be hidden, but finding none. How odd. The only noticeable trend is that the front pictures are the only ones that lack a focused view on faces, always blurred, cropped or the people in the picture simply looked away.

It was clear, by all the orange the blonde wore in his pictures, that the room belonged to the whiskered boy. If the sunny blonde hair and nicely tanned skin was anything to go by, Deidara was harboring a little sibling.

My eyes narrow in suspicion.

Why hide him, though? There were enough seals in this room to hide a Susano'o from a sensory type. All chakra, and even human energy, was completely smothered. I can't even feel my brother, or even Madara.

Maybe Deidara let the blonde know about his Akatsuki status? Perhaps Deidara was the one to seal the room off to protect his younger brother from the dangers of the demon organization Akatsuki?

If they're related, does that mean the boy was demon as well? The accent Deidara had when he spoke Japanese was dripping with Iwagakure-french, so he was definitely a hidden protector.

All hidden village protectors spoke Japanese, English and Chinese, the latter two being because they are the most widely known language and Japanese because most hidden villages' founding fathers were Japanese.

After the hidden villages started venturing out of hiding after the the hidden wars, they began taking on the foreign languages of they're base-country. French, because Iwa is hidden in france, was probably the first language Deidara's generation of Iwa Protectors learned.

Did that mean the boy in the picture was french? Despite the the blonde hair and blue eyes, the boy looked way more Asian than Deidara.

And if they were just siblings, then why use so many of the same seals on the room?

I placed all of the pictures back where they belonged and activated Sharingan to scan the room to find the greatest concentration of power.

...only to have my eyes start bleeding.

"Gah- What the hell-!"

I deactivate it immediately, running into the room's bathroom to rinse the blood. I stand over the sink until all of the pink is gone, then sit on the toilet to rest. As I'm sitting there, trying to figure out why I can't use Sharingan, I start feeling nauseous, uncomfortable, so I get up to walk it off. I notice that once I'm out of the bathroom, I feel better.

So, as the intelligent, unstoppable Uchiha I am, I go back into the bathroom to investigate.

At first, I find nothing but a litter box, but it was clean, so that couldn't have been what was making me nauseous, so I look harder.

I'm about to look under the sink, but as soon as I touch the handle, yellow sparks fly and I jump back.

I study the shiny bar where one opens the cabinet under the sink to find a strange symbol on the under side of the metal.

I'd seen it before in Orochimaru's case files for the wood-style experiments. It was different from the ones around all of the entry points of the room, it even felt different, plus it glowed yellow. I just didn't know what it meant. I make a mental note to ask Itachi later, he would know.

I try to open it with the handle of my katana but the same thing happens. I huff, then venture off to the room so get something of it's owner.

I find a comb. Here I am in a stranger's bathroom, squatting down, trying to open a cabinet under their sink with a comb. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

It works. It seems like as long as what ever I'm using isn't binded to me, like my sword, then I can use it to open the cabinet. I'm such a fucking genius. It scares me sometimes.

I eagerly open the cabinet to see what was hidden inside.

I find toilet paper.

No way in hell I went through all that trouble for toilet paper.

I move everything around, but all I find is everyday toiletries. I throw one of the soap dispensers I find in frustration and my eyes widen when I see the bottom of the cabinet shake a bit.

This cabinet had a false bottom.

I pull it up and find a decorative box with even more seals on it, these being like the one on the cabinet, glowing yellow. I wasn't going to test this one, for fear of losing a finger, so I opened it with the comb.

My eyebrow raised as I found multiple three-pronged kunai with transportation seals on them. It seemed that this boy had quite more than one secret. I inspect them as well as I can with out touching them or activating Sharingan and smirk, closing the lid and placing everything where I found it.

Wouldn't want my first mystery knowing I was on to him.

I set a new goal for my self to find out everything I can about the blonde, his name, his life, his secrets, why he had a surplus of toilet paper... The list goes on.

One thing that made me suspicious was that the seals in the bathroom and the seals in the bedroom were so different, but from the same root-seal. Senju. So either the boy made all of the seals, or the seals were made by two different people of Konoha, the village founded by Senju.

Deidara is from Iwa...

I sigh, confused and frustrated.

Some mysteries are better solved after a good night's rest.

I walk out of the bathroom, pleased with my findings but too tired to dwell on them, and go to bed.

Only five hours later am I awakened by Deidara beating me with a pillow telling me to get out of the bed, the room and his house.

What pissed him off?

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