Why hello there~

Nice to see you again...

Chapter Six 'recap': Sasuke gets to searching through the 'mysterious spare-room'(what is this, Narnia?) and finds crazy secret junk and Deidara ventures off into his own room to spy on Itachi and 'Kurama', AKA Madara. He sees them getting' all cuddly and is like, wtf, I thought I was Itachi's bff... And then a lot of crazy secret back story and spying, then it's morning-ish and Itachi takes out his sensei with their Kekkei genkai so he can get some sleep and Deidara is like, 'woah, wth, that was cold' but never the less, he brushes it off and goes to wake up Sasuke who takes after his brother. A cuddler.

Chapter Seven~

A Walk Down Memory Lane

Itachi PoV

I wake up to find dawn approaching. Sensei didn't wake me. Perhaps he is angry that I slept so close to him? Maybe he thought I was being clingy... It wasn't my intention, I just felt pulled to him, especially when I was so tired, plus I haven't been around him in around seventeen years, so it was only natural to want to be so close to him. Right? Right.

It made me feel like I was a child again, like when I fell asleep against him when he first took me in. He told me that the need to be around one another was only a side-effect of the mark, but that was before we were sealed together, so it couldn't be blamed on our binding. That didn't stop him from playing the blame-game though.

I pull myself from Madara, who had long stopped rocking me. He was the one to sooth me to sleep when it felt like insomnia had finally taken me after the years hard training, being prepped for my double agent duties. After a long day of physical and mental training with Konoha's ANBU and the clan meeting, and that excluded the Sharingan training I had with Madara, I felt like nothing, too tired to even sleep. Despite that, Madara was somehow capable of lulling me into the deepest of slumbers.

But now, he looked as if he needed the same treatment. Madara had shadows under his wide, scanning eyes. His muscles were tense and rigid, he looked like he had a million things going on in his head at once. It saddened me to see him like this, as if his inner troubles were passing through to me.

I honestly can't understand why the seals in this house bother him so much. I suppose he is only tolerant of the Uchiha seals in our abandoned complex because they are of a different root-seal. Sensei has always been very picky about seals, always demanding that they be either of Uchiha or Rikudou Sennin seals, just because they were darker and easier to mold with our dark chakra.

I wasn't going to make Deidara take down his seals just because they didn't mesh well with my chakra.

As much as it bothered me, there were only a couple in the main room so I make myself ignore it, but they seem to really take a toll not only on my sensei's Uchiha body, but on his psych. He didn't seem to be caught up with reality, but something else, something triggered by the discomfort he was experiencing due to the seals.

We still had another two hours before we were to leave, and no one else in the house was awake, as I could still hear Kisame's deep snores. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, but I couldn't leave my sensei in such a state, waiting for our departure.

I place a knee on the bed and lean down until we are face to face, trying to get his attention. His eyes continued to wander, almost looking for the invisible seals, worrying the inside of his lip. I put my hands on his face, trying to sooth him. This action finally caught his eyes, as they stopped their scanning and focused on my face.

I thumbed at his mask, almost wanting to take it off to reveal the parts it hid away, but refrained from pulling it down. I took a deep breath, preparing myself, and closed my eyes to change them. I felt my sensei tense up more so, if possible, and almost twitch, unsure if he should lean closer or away before choosing the latter.

When I opened my eyes, all of the tenseness drained from him, and he fell heavily on the bed. I did it for his own good. We couldn't have him checking in with us at the school acting all sleep-deprived, it just didn't look very promising to a school administrator, and frankly, I was tired of having to use genjutsu on my 'employers'.

As I stand there, watching him, moving his hair, I am tempted to lift his eyelids and probe his mind. It's been a childish fantasy of mine ever since I was assigned as his student. I wanted to see what he thought, what memories he held dear, which memories his suppressed, and everything in between.

I sigh, pulling the blanket up to his chin and turning to walk away.

Unfortunately, doing that would get me killed. Uchiha had an unspoken rule: Unless in battle, using Sharingan on a fellow Uchiha will end in serious punishment. Most offenders usually answered to the one they wronged, but in some cases, the punishment was taken into the hands of Council, who blinded you for a month by whatever means necessary.

Sure, it seemed drastic, but in our clan, misusing Sharingan was a serious offense, not to mention culturally rude and frowned upon.

Basically, invading an Uchiha's mind, in any way, was like pantsing them, then reading their diary over the intercom at their office in front of their subordinates. It was more than humiliation and invasion of privacy, but also a slap to the face.

Uchiha parents didn't even do it to their children. It was just culturally unacceptable.

That's why it was so bad when I did it to Sasuke. That's the only crime I've ever felt guilt towards.

But all of that is in the past now, especially the Uchiha way, so I refuse to let it get to me.

All I did was send Sensei into sleep, so I have committed no crime. At most, Madara will refuse to speak to me and I will be forced to suffer his glares.

I make my way to the kitchen, sitting at the bar with a small smile playing at my lips. It felt good to be around someone that was solely mine. I no longer had to dream about talking with him or being in his presence, he was right here. Literally my dream come true, as awful as it sounded.

I am startled out of my musings as the eerie morning stillness is interrupted by abrupt yelling and general ruckus. What the hell was that? Complete silence, and as soon as the door to that spare room is opened, sound floods out. Why sound proof a shrine-room from the rest of the house?

Maybe Madara was right in his suspicions of Deidara...

I look toward the hallway to see a pouting Sasuke and a sneering Deidara. Sasuke sits at one of the bar stools in the kitchen angrily, glaring at anything he set his eyes on. Uchiha are not morning people.

Deidara approaches Sasuke, making some inside gesture to him making Sasuke roll his eyes. Deidara only smirked before turning to me. "Sleep well, un?" I didn't respond, but I knew Deidara would understand. I didn't often talk unless it was necessary in front of other people. I usually remain silent Akatsuki meetings, and only join in on the banter if I feel like I have something to say.

Deidara usually takes it all in stride, talking enough for the both of us, as well as Sasori.

I re-tie my hair back, catching Deidara ogle my newly exposed neck. I suppose it looked different, because before Sensei got his body back, it looked like a scar. Now, it seems that the mark had slowly darkened, making the insignia look inked, but blended with my flesh. I wasn't worried about him, though, he had no idea what it meant. All I had ever told him was that it was from my sensei, then I made this bullshit lie about it being a teacher-student thing between Uchiha. He didn't have to know our secrets, Sensei was mine and I didn't have to share. Plus, Madara's was well covered by his mask and black turtle-neck shirt. I move my hair over my shoulder to hide it from his eyes, making him awkwardly look away and continue to talk.

We sat like that for awhile, Deidara talking about whatever came to mind, usually something to do with 'Sasori no danna' or explosives, prattling on about things that bugged him as he slowly discovered that Sasuke wasn't a talker either, and had no qualms about informing Deidara of that fact.

"Do you ever shut up?"

At least I had manners. I also knew that saying something like that would make it worse, but let us continue to call it 'manners'.

"What the fuck did you just say to me, un?"

Sasuke didn't really seem keen on Deidara's personality type. He brought two fingers to his head, massaging his temples, "I asked if you ever shut up. Are you deaf, too? Or is it that you only talk to make sure you can still hear yourself."

That didn't help.

Deidara was red with rage, "Do you want me to blow your fucking head off you little shit?"

I hold Deidara back as he removes the gloves from his mouthed hands.

"Now, Deidara, I would appreciate it if left him alive. I also think an explosion of that caliber would cause quite the scene in this suburban neighborhood, don't you think?"

Sasuke stared at Deidara's palms with a raised eyebrow, while Deidara only nodded tauntingly in my brother's direction. "Well, if we happen to be else where any time soon, Sasuke-san, just know these hands are ready for you, un."

Sasuke watched with mixed emotions as a tongue darted out from one of the mouths, wetting the lips and grinning maliciously.

"Are you coming on to me?"

I smothered a laugh with my hand, struggling to hold Deidara back, when all three of us here a strangled hiss from across the room.

We freeze, listening to the labored breathing coming from the living room, where Madara was sleeping.

I lead us into the main room slowly and try not to run towards the bed when I see Sensei's distressed form. Sasuke stays back, not wanting to be too close if Uchiha Madara wakes up in a rage, while Deidara and I stop a foot from the bed.

"What's wrong with him, un?" Deidara asks, looking to me. I only stare at him, unable to do anything. I see the muscles of his jaw clenched tight even through his mask, his gloved fingers digging into the sheets beneath him and I become despaired. What kind of terrible things haunted Uchiha Madara's dreams? What subconscious images were horrible enough to affect him?

I do all I can do, placing my hand at our bond while trying to think of comforting, pleasing things to bring him out of the disturbia of his mind. I almost jump back, the 'pleasing' thoughts being too graphic, but hey, I'd personally take wet-dreams of nightmares any day, especially if his nightmares are as bad as mine.

It seems to help for a bit, I watch him freeze and arch his back. At first, his sleeping form seems stunned, then he begins thrashing violently, making Deidara back away.

"What the hell, un? Is he seizing?" I begin to think the same thing as I watch his arms claw at the bedding, pulling him away from whatever terrorized his dreams.

We all jump as his eyes pop open, strangely red, but not Sharingan. Madara springs up, sweating, pulling at his mask as he compulsively gasped for air, before pushing Deidara out of the way before disappearing, a dark smoke-like after-shock being the only evidence of his being there.

That was the first time I had ever seen him teleport like that, but I kept a calm facade to downplay my own shock.

Was that a panic thing? He usually only walked through things, but I've never seen him just vanish like that. I've also never seen him so distressed by something, so I wouldn't know if it was indeed a 'panic thing'.

We are all frozen, unsure what to do or where Madara had disappeared to.

Deidara was the first to hesitantly break the silence. "Where... Where do you think he went, un?"

Another minute of silence follows and we hear the tell tale sound of vomiting coming from the hallway bathroom.

We all exhale the breath we were unknowingly holding and I walk to the bathroom to repeat the process of holding Sensei's hair, but the door seems to be locked. Strange, that was the bathroom that led into the mysteriously sealed shrine-room. As if both my sensei and I became aware of this simultaneously, he bursts out of the bathroom, almost taking me down if I hadn't jumped away.

Deidara, Sasuke and I stand in the kitchen area, watching with wide eyes as Madara pants on his hands and knees a few feet away from us.

He slowly rises, wiping sweat off his cheek with his palm before his eyes dart to me, giving me a look that could set me ablaze.

Sasuke and Deidara back away as he angrily approaches, full Sharingan spinning angrily, unmasked teeth bared. I remain in my spot, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, unsure of his intentions.

He back hands me. Hard.

My hand flies to my cheek, burning red and scratched by his angry claws. It takes me a second to realize that he had knocked me into a wall, the force vibrating through the entire house.

I bring my hand down quickly, not wanting to be anymore humiliated, and meet my mate's eyes that were burning with an uncontrollable fury that I had never seen.

Madara stepped closer until he was nose to nose with my now up-right form, then tipped his head forward. He was looking down at me. It had nothing to do with his slightly superior height, but this was Uchiha body language, he wanted me to be absolutely certain of who was in charge of this particular situation.

He was so enraged that when he inhaled, his chest shook. "Uchiha Itachi, if you ever use your eyes against me again without my say, I will kill you. You know the gravity of your crimes, especially against me." I couldn't believe it. I was more surprised than when he rose from the well.

He looked ready to say more, but held his tongue, walking through the front door, then slamming it, waiting out in the shade of the patio.

I stared at the spot that he stood in, completely floored. I felt that my face had contorted into complete shock, my lips parted in awe, eyes wide, but there was nothing I could do. I felt completely stupefied.

After it all set in, I truly did feel the gravity of his words, and gravity suddenly seemed so heavy. I felt a strange weight on my chest, a strange desperate-feeling emotion taking over.

Madara, my sensei, my mate, had just said that he would kill me. Not an empty threat, or even a threat at all, but a promise that despite everything we've been through, every moment spent in each other's presence, he would righteously watch as the light left my black eyes, my last breath escaped my lungs and life deserted my body.

He meant every word.

Gravity, indeed...

Deidara PoV

So here I am, trying to show these weird Uchiha freaks that its okay to talk, when this little ass-wipe tells me to shut up.

Being the merciful hanyou I am, I give him an out, albeit an equally rude out. "What the fuck did you just say to me, un?"

Instead of taking the out and mumbling 'nothing' or telling some lie, he replies with, "I asked if you ever shut up. Are you deaf, too? Or is it that you only talk to make sure you can still hear yourself."

What the fuck, un!

Now I'm mad. Not only do you tell me to shut up, but then you call me deaf?

"Do you want me to blow your fucking head off you little shit?" I take off the gloves I wore to hide my hands from my brother. It just got real.

Jesus, I would shoot myself if Naruto were like this!

Hell, I'd shoot Naruto!

Hell, Naruto would shoot Naruto!

I guess hating assholes is genetic?

I bet dad hated assholes...

I feel Itachi holding me back, saying something about blowing up the neighborhood. Yeah, the neighbors hate us enough...

I still warn Sasuke, "Well, if we happen to be else where any time soon, Sasuke-san, just know these hands are ready for you, un." Then the clay-chewing bomb makers grin, threatening the wanna-be Itachi.

Then this prick has the nerve... "Are you coming on to me?"

I hear Itachi cough into his hand, trying not to laugh.

I'm gonna fucking kill that bra-

I hear something hissed from across the house.

This matter will have to be sorted at a later date...

We all tip-toe into the living room, then cautiously approach the bed to discover that Kurama was the source of the hiss.

As Itachi and I approached, Sasuke choosing to stay back for some reason, I notice that his forehead was sweating profusely, and if it weren't for all of the concealing clothing, I'd say the rest of him was sweating just as hard.

Now, I've seen an Uchiha nightmare. They're bad. Itachi almost severed Kisame's head once after re-living The Uchiha Massacre. It seemed like every Uchiha had some fucked up, traumatizing past they had to survive through, all angsty and scary-looking, but I honestly couldn't make that assumption since I only knew two.

Still, this guy must've had a pretty fucked up life himself, though, if his tremors were anything to go by.

"What's wrong with him, un?" But I received no answer.

I look at Itachi from the corner of my eye and see that this was new to him as well. He makes this weird constipated face before nervously rubbing that weird tattoo he never talked about. Itachi seems to be concerned, as if he knows something we don't, but continues to keep quiet about it, watching Kurama tense and writhe.

I'm about to ask what his problem is when I hear an odd-sounding gasp, looking just in time to Kurama arch his back awkwardly, then freeze.

Did we mistake his nightmare for some kind of kink-dream?

I begin thinking so, but he starts writhing even harder, almost trying to get away from himself.

"What the hell, un? Is he seizing?" Itachi couldn't answer that one either, only watching as his partner tried to claw his way through my good linens and out of his nightmare.

Ha, good luck, there's no way he'll be able to get out of Itachi's gen-.

But I'm wrong, because he springs up from the bed, almost hyperventilating to the point that he has to take off his mask, then pushing me out of the way before completely disappearing, leaving behind some creepy black dust to dissipate and pollute my house's air supply.

Sad day, too, because he disappeared before I could get a good look at his face...

I stay in frozen in place, shell shocked for the umpteenth time in the last twelve hours. Someone just broke out of Itachi's genjutsu. Sure, it wasn't a battle genjutsu, but still. Even if it was only to induce sleep, it was Uchiha Itachi's genjutsu.

"Where... Where do you think he went, un?" Silence.

None of us move until we here the sound of someone gagging loudly in the hall bathroom.

I exhale loudly. I didn't realize I was holding my breath, but I begin holding another gulp of air hostage as Itachi approaches the bathroom.

The bathroom connected to the 'spare room'.

Naruto's bathroom.

I see Sasuke glance at me, but before I can do anything Kurama flies out of the bathroom, almost making Itachi a casualty.

With Itachi standing in front of me, and Kurama panting in my living room floor, I set the oxygen free, but not for long.

After Kurama seems to pull himself together, he approaches Itachi in the most threatening way I had ever seen, making Sasuke and I back away with every enraged step he takes.

I'm of course worried that this poor idiot was about to get himself killed walking up to Itachi like that. I stand there, waiting for Kurama to crumple to the floor, to his death, but it never happens. He just continues storming up to Itachi.

Then I see it. In his eyes, spinning like crazy, blazing red Sharingan.

Kurama is an Uchiha.

Before I can even absorb this information, before I can even let it shock me, something even crazier happens.

He bitch-slaps Itachi into the fucking wall.

I remain still as the foundation of my home trembles.

And Itachi takes it.

When Itachi pulls himself from the wall I see Kurama step even closer, causing Itachi to take on this weird defiance kind of stance. It was weird because I had never seen him feel the need to challenge anyone. This stance quickly left him as Kurama stood in a similar, more angry stance.

Watching this scene completely floored me. It was like Uchiha had their own way, and entire culture and means of communicating different from any other clan. Sure, there was basic, primal body language that any demon could understand, but this was Uchiha to Uchiha.

Kurama spoke, "Uchiha Itachi, if you ever use your eyes against me again without my say, I will kill you. You know the gravity of your crimes, especially against me."

Holy shit.

I watch slack jawed as Kurama stormed out, any other words dieing on his lips.

What got me even more was the those words affected Itachi.

He looked ready to die, not heartbroken, but destroyed. His eyes looked haunted as he stand there frozen in place.

I had never seen Itachi so devastated, nor did I know that he could even feel that way.

If I had ever hit Itachi- no, even threatened Itachi like that, he would've just killed me, not died inside.

That's when it clicked.

Itachi's 'trust and respect' in Kurama, the way they talked together, that weird scar turned tattoo, their unexplainable history together...

Itachi wasn't about to say Kurama's real name last night, because 'Sen'-whatever wasn't his name. Itachi was about to say 'Sensei'.

Kurama was Itachi's Sensei. Holy fuck, un.

The man who had practically brought up Itachi.

Now I understood why Itachi wasn't a talker. That little display right there explained everything.

Itachi spoke with his eyes, his body, because that's how he was raised. He grew up only speaking when necessary, otherwise communicating silently, and probably only with his sensei.

And now, that same sensei had crushed him just now.

So many things had just opened up in my head.

I honestly didn't know much about Uchiha history or customs other than what I've seen and heard from Itachi, but what could he have done to offend his sensei so bad? All he did was put him to sleep...

All of us remain in our spots, Sasuke staring at Itachi's back with a strange expression. What the hell, go comfort your brother! That was probably another Uchiha thing, emotional retardation. I could see that Sasuke wanted to though, so I suppose that's as good as it gets.

I feel myself gasp loudly, forgetting that I had once again stopped breathing. That's when Kisame entered from the game room.

"Hey, what'd I miss- Holy shit, what happened to your bathroom door?"

This seems to break the spell and we all move from our spots, Itachi walking to my room, Sasuke following me to the refrigerator to get some food.

I awkwardly cough, making eye-contact with the shark demon, shaking my head in a quick fashion to hint at the tense situation.

His lifts his head slowly, mouthing a silent 'Oh' in understanding and we are once again thrown into an awkward silence.

Then Kisame opens his stupid trap again.

"Where the hell is Kurama?"

Madara PoV

I feel Itachi awake, continuing to lay against my tense body before pulling away to look at me.

I don't know what time it was in the night, but I was awake while Itachi slept, when I felt it. It was like a spike in someone's energy, but the energy didn't belong to a person. It felt as if the seals through out the house were alive, fluctuating against the flow of my own chakra, like some kind of virus. I felt disgusted just sitting there. It felt like the Senju torture chamber all over again.

Why would Deidara have Senju seals?

I could see the dull yellow glow of the Senju tags, shifting my eyes from seal to seal continuously as had done all night. I could feel them slowly driving me to insanity. What if we were attacked sometime during the night? Could I have fought with my all?

Thoughts of that kind flew through my head, over and over, keeping me from any kind of sleep.

What if the seals crippled my mind? Did it pass on to Itachi? To Sasuke or any of my descendants?

Could Itachi feel it through our bond?

Said boy seems concerned for my well being, bending down so that we were face to face, but I can't bring myself to look at him in this state.

I feel his hands on my face and I inwardly flinch, not wanting the mask removed. He doesn't pull it down, though, he simply toys with it, catching my attention. I meet his eyes, soft and comforting, and I almost relax. Then, he leans closer, closing them.

Oh god, Itachi is going to kiss me.

I lean back, not wanting to go into something like this here, but his eyes snap open and I'm forced into my subconscious, not even feeling myself collapse.

I wake up to find that the seals had multiplied and they were now scattered layer upon layer all over the walls.

I feel a strange ringing in my head, repetitive and maniacal.

Then I realize it's me, laughing. This was when I was trapped in the chamber.

Then I feel it, the pain, the various cuts and wounds across my body, as well as the product of Senju techniques burnt onto my flesh, slow to heal. It only makes me laugh louder, triumphant in the fact that Hashirama was running out of ways to torture me. With his Senju blood, I now had the Rinnegan and there was nothing he could do about it.

Oh yes, I remember this.

I knew I was dreaming, the forced sleep dispelling my self-genjutsu, but there was nothing I could really do about it since I had no control over my subsconcious.

As much as being thrown back into this nightmare sucked, I think it sucks more that Itachi was the one to do it.

When I was younger, perhaps Sasuke's age, I learned how to place a subconscious genjutsu, preventing all dreams when I slept. Back then, everyone had nightmares, as it was a dark time in Uchiha history. I have thanked myself multiple times over for placing that genjutsu upon my mind, but that was no longer the case now.

Fuck you, Itachi.

Of course I'm sure the boy had no idea of what he had just done, but there was a reason using Sharingan against a fellow clansmen was such a taboo act.

Now, I must suffer through this once more.

I felt Senju's nails scrape against my hips as he violently tore my pants down, then forced himself into me, dry. I felt my vocal cords burn as my laughter reached psychotic volumes trying to cover up the fact that I was screaming. I wanted to end it right away, just use Rinnegan to make the building cave in on all of us. I wanted to use the Rinnegan to tear out his soul, hoping that he could feel the unbelievable pain I felt.

God it hurt, but I've already lived through this scene, I know what comes after. After I'm left there, limp and barely breathing, after the days of the tearing pain, after it fades and I heal, I have my revenge.

This dream is nothing but a memory, the burn of the cement scraping against my chest will fade.

I could live through the pain.

Then, I felt myself gasp and everything slowed down. The pain was still there, that part of the memory-dream had not changed, but there was a pulsing, spine tingling feeling thrown into the mix.

On the outside, I knew that this had never happened in the chamber, the memory obviously being skewed by something happening outside of my subconscious, but on the inside, my dream-self panicked. I felt myself think, 'He had done it, he completed the bond. I feel it.', for the hot pleasure was not coming from inside, but from where my body recognized to be where a bond-mark would reside.

I feel Senju rear back, then slam in again, for some reason making the bond respond as if the mark were his and not Itachi's. I felt my dream-body quake, hearing Senju laugh, "Oh? Did I strike a good nerve, there?" before slamming in again.

He leaned over and was now gripping my hair, making odd sounds escape from my mouth.

I felt myself become sick, frantically crawling away because while my subconscious mind still recognized this as memory, tried and true, pleasure and all, I personally knew it was a fucked up way to fuck up and already fucked up nightmare.

Did Itachi have hand in this? Was he in my head, watching the most secret scene of my life, torturing me with it, making it worse?

In reality, Senju had done this to bring the most pain and humiliation possible, but in this nightmare, he was truly enjoying it, bringing pleasure to himself through me and returning the favor.

I wanted nothing to do with the idea of him pleasuring me, and I certainly wanted no hand in pleasuring him.

I couldn't allow this to go on any longer.

I felt myself panicking, fighting to break away from Senju and his hands. My brain fought with it's all, trying to force it's way out of the induced sleep genjutsu, which was not an easy task.

The next thing I see is Deidara's ceiling, and I'm hyperventilating, tearing at my mask, no longer caring if Deidara sees my face. I feel bile make it's merry way up my esophagus so I shove the blonde away from me before transporting myself to the nearest bathroom, not caring that my teleportation had not been of Sharingan, but of my 'special' blood, as clansmen like to put it.

I hug the toilet, emptying my stomach's contents immediately, waiting to feel better.

It only got worse.

I lifted my head to see even more seals, making my eyes sting and everything hurt, every cell in my body hurting more than the effects of the Susano'o.

I vaguely register the sound of the locked door-knob being turned, but failing to open, before I decide that it's a good time to get out of there.

No longer have the energy to teleport, I bust open the door.

I sit there on the floor, panting and struggling to get up, but when I do, I feel rage flow through me.

That little shit just went against everything he was brought up to be. If he thought the Uchiha way had died with it's creators, he was sadly mistaken. I am still here. Sasuke is still here. He is still here.

Just because everyone else was gone, doesn't mean he can do whatever the hell he wants, and if he thinks so, he has another thing coming.

Me.

I step toward him, recognizing his indifference as a challenge. Well, if he wants to forget his roots, I'll just have to bring them back up, full force.

I don't remember when it happened, but by the time I am able to focus on Itachi's face, I realize my Sharingan has activated.

Fuck hiding everything, and fuck Itachi's secrets. Deidara won't say shit, so Itachi has nothing to worry about.

I see Sasuke and Deidara backing away, but Itachi giving no such respects, only raising his pompous little eyebrow, and I can no longer hold it in.

Without thinking, I lash out.

I didn't hit him as hard as I could have, but I had put my hands on him. I had to let at least some of it out.

He looks betrayed as he pulls himself from the wall, but I know he isn't a fool. Itachi is completely aware of his actions, along with every calculated thought that goes behind it. He knew exactly what he was doing when he knocked me out, as well as just how wrong it was.

But he did it anyway.

I just don't know why...

Itachi corrected his posture as he stood defiantly before me, but that changed very quickly. I was infuriated, and there was no chance of him winning this one.

Itachi had never been one to respond to simple words, so when we talked, there was usually another means of communication accompanying our conversation. I could only hope he could understand my next statements all the more as I tower over him, dominant and ready to hit him again if he defied me.

"Uchiha Itachi, if you ever use your eyes against me again without my say, I will kill you. You know the gravity of your crimes, especially against me." I feel my own breath hitch as I stop myself from saying more, already stumped as I watch his eyes reveal the inner turmoil crumpling both of our insides.

It was like punishing your child, then getting that miserable feeling in your chest as you watch them breakdown and cry.

I walk away, still angry, but no longer able to watch as Itachi's beautiful face contorts into pain.

I slam the door behind me, stomping out to the driveway and phasing into Itachi's car.

Perhaps the boy didn't realize just how exposed I felt? Honestly, though, he knew it was something that just wasn't done, yet he had done it anyways, and now I was a trembling mess.

After seeing his face, I doubt that Itachi was at fault for what I had dreamt, otherwise he would've reacted a certain way if he had purposely made me dream of the most horrible thing I had ever experienced, but had he seen the dream?

At the thought, I suddenly feel myself become sick once more. This couldn't be happening, Itachi couldn't see this, Itachi couldn't know this side of me. There was no room for this kind of ancient history, certainly no room for weakness, for that matter.

If Itachi had not been responsible for the images my brain produced, why had it happened? It seemed apparent now that Itachi had at least been responsible for the physical reaction, otherwise that accursed mark would not have been the source of the sensation.

That aside, Itachi had been hovering over my sleeping form when I woke from that foul REM cycle.

Of course, Deidara had as well, but he didn't matter...

Even if torture wasn't his intention, there was still a screaming chance that Itachi had weasled his way into my subconscious thoughts and rooted around in my head. I feel myself shudder, the thought creeping me out a bit.

If Itachi had been linked to me via Sharingan, then the first thing that Itachi would've seen would have been the dream.

And without the prior knowledge that it had been tampered with, he would automatically think that my unwillingly pleasured groans were part of that hideous memory.

Then what would he think of me?

I didn't know how long I sat in the car, simply shaking with fury and fear that he had misunderstood if he had seen it at all, but next thing I knew, the driver's seat door was being opened and Itachi plopped into the car, soon followed by Sasuke, Kisame staying to take a different route later.

Good thing, too, because there was no way in hell I was moving from shotgun.

I feel eyes on me and I know they aren't Itachi's. I look into the side view mirror at Sasuke, making him look away as if caught red-handed. There were many things he didn't understand, even about himself, but now was no time to answer the boy's questions.

I'm about to dare a look at Itachi when I feel this sudden familiar spike. It wasn't from Itachi, it was different, but it was definitely something I was connected with, if the strange sensation in my eyes was anything to go by. I sit up straighter, inhaling through my nose and closing said tingling eyes, but as soon as I get my Sharingan going, it disappears.

That's... Odd.

I relax back into my seat, but only slightly. If whatever that was is connected to me, then it was not of this world, meaning Akatsuki is not the only 'hidden' group here in the unhidden world.

That's... Interesting.

I take my previous position, staring out the window and ignoring Itachi as he ignored me.

I look once more to the side view mirror to catch Sasuke again, but this time he doesn't look away. He gives me that 'What you just did was suspicious, I'm watching you.' kind of gaze, and I give him a playful smirk in return.

It seemed as if everything was happening at once, if that last little incident was anything to go by. Sasuke relaxes a bit, acting as if he only just now realized that I wouldn't do anything crazy, but still cautious of me and my peculiar ways. Ha, he didn't know the half of it.

I unwillingly roll my tongue over my sharpening canines.

Yes, there will be a time for answering questions, but now was not that time.

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