Hello everyone!

Well, Here's chapter eight! And it's a LOOOOONG one. At least compared to the others...

I promise that once 'school starts', things will move a bit faster! Shit will be going down, for real this time!

But probably not in this Chapter...

Chapter seven 'Recap': Itachi, Deidara and Sasuke wake up and stand around in the kitchen, Madara's over there trippin' out in this nightmare, he wakes out of the genjutsu by force, teleports, comes back, bitch-slaps Itachi, threatens to kill him, then walks out. Of course, Itachi had no idea that he had just accidentally warped his sensei's torture-nightmare into something even worse. Itachi is confused and hurt, Madara is furious and hurt and everyone else is just lost.

Enjoy.

Chapter Eight~

Discoveries

Sasuke POV

This is so awkward.

The entire car ride Itachi and Madara are ignoring each other. Itachi was just driving while Madara seemed to be getting excited about something, almost quietly giddy, before settling back into his seat, stealing glances at his former student. Weird. Just earlier he was pissed off. Oh well, not my business.

After awhile, I join them in the quiet-game, sorting my own thoughts. I kept getting weird dreams about my life, but they were almost memories, they didn't happen like dreams. It was like taking a class over my family history.

At first when Deidara told me what started the fight between Madara and my brother I didn't really understand what the big deal was, but after remembering my dream, I felt that Itachi deserved the bitch-slap of all bitch-slaps. I remember the day that Itachi got his Sharingan and father told him all of the rules that followed using his eyes.

I also remembered the day of the massacre, Itachi using the Tsukuyomi on me, how terrible it had been, how everything felt so real.

I can only imagine what Itachi did to his sensei, but what I couldn't figure out was why. There was absolutely no possible reason for doing that, especially in that setting. Deidara's house didn't seem like the best place for a Sharingan battle...

Honestly, if you're gonna start shit, do it somewhere reasonable.

I remain absorbed in my thoughts and before I know it, we finally make it down to this weird school and my brother and my-

Cousin? Uncle? Great-times-one-hundred grandfather?

Anyway, Itachi and Madara are registering us, under aliases of course, to get the keys to their 'apartment' as well as what shall be my 'dorm', and it's not going too well.

I imagine it would probably be easier if they could stop giving one another the silent treatment long enough to actually do something productive so I don't have to sit through another crowd of females asking for my phone number.

I don't have a fucking cell phone. Leave me alone.

I haven't been here for twenty minutes and I already hate this place.

This isn't a high school at all, or at least not one that I had ever seen...

It reminded me of one of those wanna-be college schools. This place was obviously a private school, or maybe a boarding school?

I don't like it either way.

School starts in like a week and a half, and yet people are already flocking to and from classes, chatting and giggling like a bunch of morons. I thought Americans were lazy and had year-long summers? Maybe it was a couple months long? Who cares, they're lazy.

Regardless, if these nerds had summer-classes, then they should get to it and stop fucking gawking at me.

I sit back in my chair, glancing around the office, then turning to look out from the glass wall to scan outside. I have yet to see anyone who isn't a human. Perhaps demons and immortals are supposed to register on special days? That would make sense...

Sasuke, we're here but we lost Suigetsu. Fucking moron.

What the fuc- Oh yeah, it's Karin...

Curse mark telepathy surprises me sometimes...

I think about my reply for a bit. Meet me in the courtyard.

I stealthily left my relatives behind, inwardly cackling at Itachi's expense. He was currently glaring at one of the school's administrators who was shamelessly trying to flirt with him. It didn't help that he had Madara at his side doing everything in his power to make the situation worse.

I hear Madara as I slip out of the office, "Well, April-san, I'm sure he would prefer to be the Japanese teacher. After all, your classrooms would be right next to each other and he seems to adore your company. I can just tell." Ouch, that sucks.

Itachi probably likes humans as much as I do. They're all stupid fan-girls, even the men. They all want to be your friend for some stupid reason or another: your looks, your actions, your talents, the list goes on.

At least demons all wanted your company for the same reason: your lineage.

That was much less complicated.

I suppose many would kill to be in my shoes, but I honestly can't stand people.

I can barely tolerate the people I call my 'friends'. Juugo is okay, he barely talks and he's a pretty laid back guy, but I'd avoid getting him angry. He used to be this weird human that could talk to animals and shit, but he was bipolar so other humans stayed away from him because his episodes were so bad. When Orochimaru got a hold of him, well, he was never the same. None of us are.

Juugo's best friend, Kimimaro, was the only guy that could calm him down, but Juugo lost him to those ANBU assassins. He's stuck with me ever since.

Suigetsu... I honestly don't know why I keep him around. He's that guy that annoys the ever-loving shit out of you, but knows how you operate so he can do most of the talking for you. I hate talking to people, so we're perfect for each other. I wouldn't say we're friends, because I wouldn't call anyone 'friend', but we get along. He's like... the Kisame to my Itachi. Yeah, that's it.

He's a shark demon as well, so I guess that's pretty accurate.

Karin... is something else...

Karin was the one I had accompany me almost every where, be it on my missions from Orochimaru or secret missions with Juugo and Suigetsu about Itachi. She was a descendant of the immortal Uzumaki clan, and apparently it was some big secret. I kept her around for her crazy Uzumaki chakra, because it was damn useful.

And she was damn loyal.

The only down-side to Karin is that she wants my nuts. Bad.

It wouldn't be so bad if she weren't such a fan-girl about it, because she's actually extremely attractive, but she's just so eager, which was annoying.

But hey, if I ever get around to rebuilding my clan, I know where to turn. Uzumaki-Uchiha offspring were bound to be a bunch of little bad-asses.

I smirk to myself, weaving through people to make my way to the center of the campus to meet my rogue crew. By the time they're in my sight it becomes apparent that they located Suigetsu, who was now being chewed out by our only female friend.

I smirk at the familiar scene, Karin holding Suigetsu by his shirt-collar, arm raised and ready to punch a hole into his face. I would say that it's nice to see them, but that would be lame. Uchiha Sasuke is not lame.

I glance around before speaking, trying to prevent eaves dropping from nosy students. Seeing mostly Americans, I choose Japanese, most frankly because it's easier and I'm feeling a bit lazy.

"Yo." I seem to have picked up a habit from Madara.

Juugo nods his head at me in greeting, Karin grins and releases Suigetsu's collar abruptly, causing him to drop to the ground before he can give a greeting of his own.

Karin approaches me, "Sasuke!" I'm pretty happy she dropped the annoying honorific awhile back. It's also nice that she hadn't tried to hug me. Unlike most females, Karin knew better than to initiate contact with me, so she simply stepped closer and smiled to show her happiness with my presence.

She understood the taboo aspects of my clan's culture, probably because her own clan had quirks of it's own before it too had been eliminated. She respected the fact that Uchiha clansmen were not the touchy type, and there was more meaning to an Uchiha letting you just touch them. Mothers rarely even hugged their children, so naturally we are very picky about who puts they're hands on us.

I have a very personal bubble. Karin was cool with it.

This made her the only tolerable non-Uchiha female in existence, a title she was very proud of.

Suigetsu gets up from the ground and makes his way over, glaring and dusting himself off.

He speaks loudly in English, probably wanting to embarrass me if his greeting is anything to go by,

"Hey Sasuke, sad to see that you got rid of your skirt, it was kinda sexy. In a strictly androgynous kind of way, though. What happened to you, by the way?" I'm no expert on social interaction, but I'm quite sure that was not the way to start a conversation.

I reply anyway, switching to Japanese to get rid of the awkward stares he had attracted. "Well I can't exactly walk around out of the Hidden countries in mission gear, sorry to displease you, your bisexualness(1)." Suigetsu pouts, mumbling something angrily as Karin laughs at my joke. She giggles(ew) a little more before sobering.

The red-head looks down, "Really though, Sasuke, what happened to you? I woke up one morning and everyone was saying you had escaped. Orochimaru is rampaging the Hidden Sound. They say he's about to invade Konoha." She looks back up to meet my eyes, adjusting he glasses.

I inwardly sigh. It figures Orochimaru would stoop this low. I'm no fan of Konoha, because Itachi was a double agent for them and they fucked our lives up, but they had nothing to do with my kidnapping, so it would only stir more trouble.

I decide to reveal what happened that night to my old mission team. "Actually, I was kidnapped." I hear Suigetsu snicker, and Karin gasp.

The former smirks, "Prince Charming sweep you off your feet? Did he rescue you from the wicked witch of the Sound? Was he at least handsome?" I roll my eyes as he breaks into mad cackling.

"Well, Suigetsu, if you're that interested in my brother, I could always give you his number." That was a bluff of course, because as far as I know Itachi doesn't have a cell phone either, but my come-back seems to do the trick.

My white-haired friend has successfully been shut up. Even Juugo looks surprised.

Karin gasps, frantically whispering, "Uchiha Itachi? Oh my god, are you okay? Oh my god!"

Suigetsu was even worse. "Holy shit, did he try to peel your skin off? Oh man..." Where the fuck did that come from?

I keep my face stoic, but it definitely took some effort. "No, I'm actually fine. There was no dismemberment or cannibalism or anything of the sort."

Suigetsu let out a relieved sigh, "I just thought about the legends and assumed he tried to eat your brain or something!"

Karin smacked him, "No, stupid, Rinnegan wielders do that! And they use the brain waves, not the brain itself, you idiot. Wait, it is brain-waves, right?"

Juugo and I share a moment, both rolling our eyes.

I clear my throat to successfully catch their attention, "Follow me to a more private area and I'll tell you everything." Personally, I had been growing tired of people staring at us, straining to hear our foreign conversation. There's always that off chance that someone who actually speaks Japanese could hear us, right?

I take them closer to the office where I saw a fountain earlier. I imagine with all the water running, no one would be able to hear us, and it's the best I can do for privacy.

I recite everything from Itachi abducting me to the crazy Sensei-student fight at Deidara's. I leave out that Itachi's sensei is Uchiha Madara, because no one outside of the Uchiha clan knew that, so I figured there was a reason behind that. I also told them to get their heads checked just in case they were missing memories too.

I'm not sure how one would go about doing that, but I felt that I should at least warn them.

When I told them of my memories they seemed surprised, so I assume Orochimaru only did that to me.

Lucky bastards.

"That's so crazy, man..." Suigetsu was shaking his head in disbelief, looking at the ground. "I'm glad we could get out of there..." At this, Karin raised her head to glare at Suigetsu, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"The only reason you got out was because my plan was genius and Juugo's ape-strength made it possible to bust you out of your fish-tank!" Juugo seemed to scowl as hard as Suigetsu at the 'ape-strength' comment.

Karin and Suigetsu were about to start arguing when Juugo decided to finally speak.

"What are the Uchihas like?" This caught the attention of the other two, who were also curious.

That's when Karin wonders off to dream-land. "Man, I bet Itachi's as cool as Sasuke! ...And then Itachi's sensei! The man who taught Itachi!"

I lean back, thinking. "Calm down, Karin, it's hard to say, since I haven't really been around them long. I don't how Itachi really acts and I've only known Ma- Kurama outside of his weird ghost-shit for a few days."

"Makurama?"

"No, Suigetsu, do you need to brush up on your Japanese? I meant Kurama." I roll my eyes and they buy it. That was close...

Juugo leaned forward a bit, "Well, how do they act so far?"

I go over everything that has occurred over the past day-

Wow, it hasn't even been a full forty-eight hours.

I shake my head, going back to my thoughts before voicing them, "Well, I at first thought Kurama was insane and annoying, but he's really laid back, though you don't want to get him mad. He's beyond powerful. Itachi's still serious, but it doesn't seem to be as bad as I thought, because he's pretty laid back too. It's like both of them go through these crazy mood-swings, and they fight all the time, but luckily for everyone else in the world, they haven't tried to kill each other."

Suigetsu scratched his head, "What do you mean by that?" Ugh, I hate talking so much.

"I mean, that there would probably be more than a few casualties. I've already seen the result of what looked to be a small misunderstanding; There were parts of the wall caved in."

He seemed to think this over, "...They sound... Kick-ass! Kinda scary, though..." Karin hits him again.

Honestly, you'd think he would learn.

I sit there for a bit longer, listening to them talk. It was mostly Suigetsu, while Juugo listened and Karin tried to block him out.

Then Karin almost squeeled. Ugh, females...

"It's Itachi! Oh my god, is that his sensei?" Suigetsu sighed.

"Karin, they aren't rock-stars."

"Shut the fuck up, fish-face! I can't hear what they're saying!"I can't help but notice how angry her Japanese sounds...

I turn to see my brother and Madara walking outside, finally talking. Curious, I activate Sharingan, then for he sake of my crew, I recite the words I read from their lips. See, I do nice things...

At the moment, they're simply walking together in silence, Itachi reading off of a packet as he walks.

I hear Karin mumble, "They look so scary..." under her breath.

She doesn't know the half of it.

Finally, Itachi speaks. "We're in suite 117 of the western dorms B on the teacher's level."

Madara's face sours, "Will I have a bed of my own, or will I have to share that as well?" Itachi looks up from his packet, but refuses to look at his sensei.

"What are you talking about?" Madara stares at Itachi from the corner of his eye. "Well I assume that since I have to share my inner most thoughts that privacy was no longer an issue in your screwed up little brain."

After I share that, Suigetsu laughs.

Itachi smirks, once more staring at his papers as he walks, "Really? 'Cause I wouldn't mind waking up next to you and those little sounds you were making in your sleep." That was awkward to say...

At this, they both stop walking, Madara's eyes squinted in a glare, his jaw slack. Itachi looks at his surroundings, purposely ignoring Madara's look, then returns to reading his paper, smirk still in tact.

Madara stares at him, unsure of how to respond to such a comment, before closing his mouth and slapping the papers out of Itachi's hand in an upper-cut fashion before strutting off in a 'hmph!' sort of way.

As papers rain around him, Itachi's face imitates Madara's previous expression, staring at his sensei's back as he walks away, then smiling and leaning down to pick up his packet.

Karin giggles, "They argue like an old married couple. It kinda knocks out their scary-factor..."

Suigetsu gives an agreeable grunt, "Yeah, for a second I thought that guy was going to Tsukuyomi Itachi or something."

Karin shakes her head at him, "He can't do that, it's like, forbidden or something. It'd be like you eating shark."

"That wasn't even funny, dumb bitch. I can eat shark if I want to." Suigetsu deadpans.

He receives a smack to the face.

This only fuels him more. "It's really cute, though, how you know all about the Uchiha. You gonna start a fan-club?" Another smack.

Suigetsu only laughs, curling up on himself to avoid the fatal blows. Once Karin finishes, she looks to me.

"So are they always like that?"

That question made me think... They seem to act different when they're by themselves, but then again, they haven't really strayed far from the other since reunited.

I tell them my thoughts, Juugo looking confused.

Suigetsu expresses his thoughts, "Uchiha dudes are creepy as fuck... OW! Stop fucking hitting me, Karin!"

Her Japanese is once again gruff and angry, "Sasuke isn't creepy!"

Juugo and Suigetsu give her a look.

Even I give her a look.

Uchiha were nothing but scary and creepy. No denial there.

She only pouts, turning away from our stares.

I sigh, shaking my head at their antics, "Look, let's get you guys registered so I don't have to bear the human world alone."

Suigetsu snickers at me, "Aww, he loves us!" He then races toward me, arms wide open, ready to tackle me in an embrace.

I stiff-arm him.

"No, Suigetsu. Misery loves company. That's all this is." Suigetsu pouts, making Karin laugh at his general sadness as we walk away, me leading them to where they need to be.

Suigetsu throws an arm over my shoulder, then another over Karin's who was walking next to me.

"Whatever, you know you love us."

Naruto POV

Here I am, taking the quicker route, running, to my extremely missed home. This would be a nice, breezy trip if I weren't currently shitting my pants about this morning.

-FlashBack~-

After the texting ordeal, the three of us decide it's time to wake our lazy asses up.

There we are, joking around in the bathroom.

Our bathroom fun being something like this:

"Scoot over, Gaara, you're hogging the sink! I gotta brush my teeth too!"

Gaara glares.

"Sakura, I suggest you leave Gaara alone, he still seems cranky..."

Gaara turns his head to me.

He glares.

I'm not sure how one looks so menacing with a foamy toothbrush dangling from his mouth, but he does it.

Sakura rolls her eyes, "Whatever, I just need to rinse my mouth, then our red-headed beauty queen can brush in front of the mirror all he wants."

Gaara glares.

I laugh and unzip my pants and aim my Mr. Feel Good into the porcelain ring, only to get smacked in the back of the head.

"What the hell Naruto! There's a lady in the room!"

I turn my body toward her, gesturing downward, "I thought you said you had to rinse your mouth?" Smacked again...

"God, you're disgusting!"

Then, as she flailed her girly limbs at me, her crazy cat-nails get caught on Gaara's T-shirt.

She screams.

"Ow! Fuck you Naruto, don't laugh! You're jerking the nail! Stop moving!"

It was just so funny, though.

"Whatever, take the shirt, I gotta shower anyways. And shut your trap, you'll wake up Neil." I never understood why her brother was white, but she was 'indian' or whatever.

I shake my head, taking off my shirt carefully so she could stop her bitching.

"Uzumaki..."

I look up at Gaara, freezing with the shirt and Sakura's attached hand over my head, but she had stopped too.

"What's up, Gaara?"

He only glances down to my stomach, then back to me, raising an invisible eyebrow.

"...Are you checking me out, Gaara? I told you-"

But Sakura smacks my head, removing the shirt from my arms and un-snagging her nail from the cloth.

Gaara gives me a deadpan kind of look, then steps closer.

"Your seal looks different. What are these, where did they come from and when did they get there?"

I look down, then shove Sakura away from the mirror before tugging Gaara's pajama bottoms lower down my hips to stare.

We all gather 'round the mirror, confused.

There, surrounding my seal, were six freaky comma-looking things. But what really freaked me out was the six bigger commas, all in a line across my chest, three on each side.

I look to Gaara, my voice shaking a bit. "I can't answer any of those questions, but I know for sure that they weren't there yesterday..."

Sakura nods her head, agreeing, then sharply turns it to look at me. "Why is the seal even visible? You weren't using the fox's chakra, were you? Has it been acting funny?"

Another weird thing, because I can usually only see it if we're communicating somehow or if I'm fighting.

I clear my throught, "Maybe because we were using their voices last night?"

Gaara shook his head, "My beast would have exhibited similar behavior." Fuck Gaara and his smart words...

I shake my head, not wanting to believe this was solely Kyuubi, and Gaara speaks. "We should talk with Jiraiya or someone about this. Let's go to Hidden Leaf early, then we can talk before our mission tonight."

I nervously shake my head, "Nah, I can talk to Bee about it, he would know. I'm gonna head home though, gotta teleport to Lightning and all. Heh heh..." I wave them off, stealing my wife beater back from Sakura and grabbing my bag before saying goodbye and leaving.

-End FlashBack~-

So here I am now, on my way home, having a secret conversation with Kurama.

Holy shit, what's happening? What did you do?

Calm down, brat. Your yelling echoes through my chambers...

Oh, sorry... But why did you tweak my- our seal? You could have warned me. Rude.

Don't assume, brat, I did nothing of the sort. This has nothing to do with either of u-

And he just stopped talking. I felt myself freeze against my will, all of my muscles and joints locking up, and Kyuubi completely disappearing, smothering his chakra.

Everything around me becomes deafeningly loud as I instinctively look and listen to my surroundings, sounds of car, people and the occasional bird intensifying. I was on the block of bear land directly behind my street, a few more feet up the hill and I would be facing the fence that divided my back yard from the untouched half-wilderness I now walked through, but I remain frozen. I don't know how long I stayed like that, but it was long after the gut spontaneous gut-twisting fear had dissipated before Kyuubi spoke and I moved.

Kit, take us into that room.

Now that was weird. Kyuubi hated the seals in my room a much as he hated Uchiha Madara!

...Okay, that was a stretch. Any time Kakashi-sensei told us about his eye or anything of the Uchiha in general, Kurama would growl and grumble in my head, especially when Kakashi spoke about the Kyuubi attack.

I of course kept everything I knew a secret, because honestly, I didn't see anyone of Konoha believing that Uchiha Madara just came back from the dead and mind-fucked Kurama into rampaging them.

I can hear your thoughts, brat.

So?

He stayed silent until I shakily made my way to my house, hopping the fence and slipping in through the back door, glad that Deidara wasn't there to greet me for once.

I walked into my room, only to freeze once more.

Someone had been in here.

I rub my face, sighing at myself. Honestly, ANBU had made me so paranoid, it could have easily been Deidara coming in here to steal some of my underwear.

I couldn't blame him, though, I had seen his underwear drawer. I would get tired of wearing all that sexy shit all the time, too.

I remove my hands from my face, grinning at the humor of my thoughts. Jeez, sometimes Deidara was too gay for his own good.

Stop. Just as I take a step deeper into my room.

I look around, seeing nothing strange besides the small drop of blood on the floor and my messed sheets.

All the blood drains from my face.

Someone besides Deidara has been in here. Take us to the blood.

I nod for some reason, then bend down in front of my dresser, putting my face towards the floor, swallowing before inhaling deeply through my nose.

The blood smelled bitter-sweet in an exceedingly familiar way, but I know I had never smelled this before.

I hear Kyuubi hiss in the back of my mind.

Do you know who's it is?

Not who it belongs to, but I know the demon's origin.

Deidara let a demon into my room? Deidara didn't let anyone in my room.

Well?

He seemed to hesitate, growling. It's Uchiha.

Well damn. Don't hear that every day.

You think Deidara let Itachi come in here? Because frankly, he was the only Uchiha that was wandering the earth.

But still, that would suck. I know they're bro's and everything, and I also know that Itachi fucks my brother's brains out, but letting him explore my room was kind of not-cool.

I hear Kyuubi grumbling, which usually means he's thinking. ...No. It is not Itachi's blood. I don't believe Deidara would let him in here.

This probably should have scared me more, but I only knew what Kakashi told me about Uchiha's, so I didn't really know what to think.

Wasn't Itachi the last one? I mean, the blood did have a few distinct differences in smell, but I've only smelt things that Itachi has left his scent on, which is usually, and disturbingly, my brother's sheets, so I didn't really know what his blood smelt like.

And apparently in the demon world, knowing someone's blood was pretty important for recognizing that person.

Kyuubi and I threw thoughts back and forth as to who could have been in my room, before I remembered what happened earlier in the evening.

Kurama, what happened back there?

He knew exactly what I was talking about, so I didn't have to elaborate. Even so, he remained hesitant to speak.

I believe the sannin are correct in their uneasy feelings.

Oh, well, thanks for answering absolutely nothing.

Okay? Like, what are we talking here? Akatsuki, the snake guy?

Far worse. At least for us, personally.

Still confused. I couldn't really feel scared unless I know what to be scared of, since he was adamant on being vague.

All I know at the moment was that an Uchiha had been in my room that wasn't Itachi, and that it was a big deal.

Everyone in ANBU had heard about all of the eye legends, but it seemed that unless you were actually apart of that legend, you didn't know everything. After Iruka told all of the Rookie ANBU the story, Kyuubi scoffed at the lack of information he had, then proceeded to tell me some pretty interesting things.

Needless to say, I avoided eye-contact with the Hyuuga cousins for awhile. The whole 'I-will-eat-your-soul' thing kind of freaked me out.

I don't think they could tell though, because my team's identity is kept under tighter wraps than the other ANBU, mainly because Gaara and I had the Akatsuki on our tail, meaning our masks and hoods never came off.

It was just safer that way. Plus, it made me feel cool that people were so curious and interested in my identity.

Rock Lee always asked that we take off at least our hoods, but then we may as well take off the masks too, because honestly, how many people had pink and red hair?

We also had undercover missions with certain ANBU, and it was funny to see how they acted away from their masked superiors...

Most ANBU weren't of Demonic heritage, the majority being like my team, simply a gift passed on to you, so the fact that we had the Inuzuka and Aburame clan members was pretty crazy.

Well, not so much clans like that, but more over the Legendary Hyuuga clan.

Being from a neutral clan, Neji and Hinata had to go against the clan head, Hyuuga Hiashi. Neji had first joined to spite Hiashi, then Hinata joined to be with her favored cousin. She had at first been shy and fragile, but I broke her out of that real quick, now she acted like the heiress she was, strong, beautiful and confident.

Neji still had mixed feelings about that one.

He seemed glad that she was no longer so breakable, but he was uneasy about the lingering stares and cat-calls she got from people who didn't realize she was royalty.

I'm pretty sure the school I'm 'guarding' is the same one that they're attending, meaning they're close by.

I wonder if Neji or Hinata can sense an Uchiha nearby? Would they be able to do that? Were the eye-clans tied?

No. The Hyuuga would have to look for the Uchiha.

Woah, I forget he's there sometimes...

Thanks, kit.

Anytime?

I was thinking the same thing, making the Hyuuga look, but I think informing ANBU of the Uchiha appearance would only make trouble for us, as well as bring casualties.

Woah, okay, casualties?

Why casualties?

Because Uchiha are evil, ruthless creatures!

Okay! Let's cool off?

I was starting to get a bit worked up. This was a pretty terrifying idea, an Uchiha getting into my room.

Then I made the mistake of asking what the danger of nearing an Uchiha was.

Take us outside.

What? What if Deidara comes home?

Take us to the bare land behind the houses.

I sigh, marching out of my room, my house, my backyard until I'm walking deep into the forest, trees getting thicker.

I stop and wait.

Let me out.

What?

No way!

I have to show you something. Let. Me. Out.

My parents would be rolling in their graves if they could see me.

I released part of the seal, something I had learned in both Sage and Bijuu training, and waited. And waited.

And waited.

Just when I thought he had fallen asleep, everything went to hell.

Next thing I know, I'm running through the hidden village of Konoha, Kyuubi having transported me against my will. I ran and kept running until I was racing through what looked to be a deserted part of the forest, far from the Leaf. My body slowed, no longer controlled by me, and passed up a dead complex that made both me and my tenant shiver.

I want my body back, begging Kyuubi, but he ignores me and runs deeper into the creepiest forest I've ever seen until he stumbles upon a blackened tree with pictures cut all into the bark.

I want out of here. This felt wrong, my spine tingled unpleasantly and my stomach flipped wildly.

I tried forcing myself to step back, to run the other direction, but Kyuubi continued forward until he stood at what looked to be a well almost under the tree.

The water looked disgusting, black and murky, like someone had spilled oil or ink, then the aroma of cold, stale-smelling blood attacked my nose and I almost gagged, forcing air through my nose to push the scent out, making a funny hissing noise.

It was so pungent that I could feel it scorch down my throat and into my lungs.

To make things worse, Kyuubi knelt down, forcing my face closer to it as he inspected the area.

He ran my fingers over what seemed to be indents in the soggy mud on either side of the well, as if someone crawled out. Creepy...

I felt our eyes widen as they looked into the well, then I felt Kyuubi panic.

Our thoughts became linked and I became confused. He was expecting someone to be in there.

Who the hell swims around in a dirty well? Yuck.

Then, Kyuubi does something that makes me want to puke.

I can only watch helplessly as he slowly lowers my arm into the pit.

At first, and don't ask why, but I thought it was going to burn. Kyuubi seems calm as he dunks my arm into the sludge, obviously knowing that the gunk wouldn't harm me, but on the inside I continue wincing.

When my skin finally gets submerged, I look out of my body, completely confused. There was no acid or fire mixed into the water like I had for some reason expected, but I feel a tingly sensation wherever the oily substance touches me. The strong odor of death becomes enticing and sickeningly sweet.

I just wanted to bathe in it. Drink it. Pour it all over my skin. Slide into the well.

Then I realized how crazy it sounded. I hear Kyuubi's voice vibrate from my lips. "Fool."

I let his comment slide, watching in amazement as he pulls my arm out of the pit and the strange solution simply slides off, nothing left behind, despite it being black. Like water off of a duck's back, but more so, and a hell of a lot creepier. It was definitely demonic, and the fact that Kyuubi was frowning proved that not all was as it should be with this pond.

He lifts our body to stand and I take one last look at the attractive well. It was like hypno-juice. It wanted to pull me in and I would've been just fine with it.

I try to think more about it but Kyuubi has us running again, but faster, more desperately, and before I know it, he's teleported us back into the forest.

I run up into my house more shaken than the first time, giving Deidara a brief 'hi.' before slouching into my room and locking the door, now angry after having let the previous situation sink in.

What. The fuck. Was that?

That was what an Uchiha will do to us at any given opportunity.

I stopped.

Kyuubi was... trying to help me? Well, it obviously had a lot to do with him as well, but still! That little stunt was his way of giving me a heads up. He was showing me what we had to look out for.

My eyebrows furrow.

This is what must have happened all those years ago. Uchiha Madara took over Kyuubi's mind, controlling him and making him do things against his will, just like Kyuubi had just done to me.

Not gonna lie, it freaked me out a bit that Kyuubi could do that, given enough slack. He could have made me jump off a cliff or rampage Hokage mountain. It could have been much worse, and I knew this was only a small taste of what took Kurama that night sixteen years ago.

And according to Kurama, the entire attack, he had no idea he was there. As soon as the genjutsu was lifted, he said it was like waking from a coma.

Suddenly, the intruder in my house became a big deal.

I unconsciously paced back and forth in my room, trying to sort this out Naruto-style, which meant mumbling incoherently along with my thought process. I was the kid they were talking about when people say, 'Think before you speak!', because I'm the kind of person to say what's on my mind.

I personally think it's a good trait to have.

"...Demons... spying... Fucking hell... Deidara..."

"What about me, un?"

Just not all the time...

I yelp, tripping over my feet and landing on my face, right next to the drop of blood.

Deidara laughed. "I hear you talking to yourself in here, un, something on your mind?"

I knew he wasn't talking about my conversation with the Kyuubi, he thought I was still completely oblivious to my heritage, mom being from an immortal clan, Dad being an immortal without a clan like Sakura.

Deidara, only being my half-brother.

That means I must have been mumbling a bit too loud. Damn my genius thoughts! Sometimes they just spill out!

I glanced at the blood, finding an awesome excuse to distract him from what he may have heard me speaking about.

"Did you bleed in here?"

He gave me a funny look, "No, un." His weird euro-asian accent seeping through.

He probably forgot who he let in here, because no one could have just found it with all the seals. If he would have remembered, he would have lied and said yes. "Then someone has been in my room, because this wasn't here when I left."

He looked a bit stunned, so I gave him a vague 'out' that would hopefully lead me to who had been in my room.

"Aww, man! Did you have a boy-sex party while I was gone! And you let them in my room! This blood was probably some 's and m' shit! Dude, I swear if they had sex on my bed-"

He frantically waved his hands in front of him, shaking his head. "No, un! I didn't have- wait, what the hell is a boy-sex par-... never mind. I just had a couple of friends from work over."

I make my face mischievous-looking, "So Itachi was here~?" I tease.

He doesn't go red this time, so either he wasn't here, or they didn't have crazy sex. Deidara told me that Itachi was a friend from work, secretly meaning Akatsuki, but made sure I was unaware of the meaning behind his last name. Once again, I'm 'oblivious'.

But he did tell me why that work-friend in particular came over a lot. Heh heh, I guess even evil dudes like Itachi need to get some every now and then.

Deidara huffed, "Yes." He seemed upset. Even though half of our stories were sugar coated for the other's benefit, because like hell I told him about my ANBU shit, we still enjoyed talking about it together.

We're brothers, right?

I pout for him, patting a spot next to me on my bed for another bro-talk.

"So he didn't screw your brains out?" I got punched in the head.

"Who taught you to talk like that, un?"

"You did!" I struggled not to add 'ttebayo'. Even if Granny-Sennin says I got my speech pattern from my mom, I think it runs with my dad's genes too. How else did 'un' happen with Deidara?

Deidara shook his head at my antics, then looked down, thinking, giving me the responsibility of starting back our conversation. "So, did you guys fight?"

Deidara lifted his head, "Nah, un, but I think our stress-relieving sessions are done..." That's weird, now who's Itachi-san gonna take his kinky wrath out on?

As far as I knew, which is what Deidara's told me, everyone 'at work' either hates Itachi or is deathly afraid of him.

I ask, because I'm genuinely curious, "Why, what happened?"

I gave him time to think of ways to sugar-coat things into half lies. It was the nice thing to do in our situation.

"Well, Itachi brought another work-friend, that stupid one I told you about, which is a mood-killer in itself, un. I was okay with that, but then he brought his freaking little brother-"

"WHAT?"

Deidara stopped, giving me a sharp, suspicious glare.

I wasn't supposed to know Itachi killed his clan, I wasn't even suppose to know anything about Itachi, so my surprise wouldn't make sense, because that would suggest I know of his crimes.

I think of a cover-up, fast. "It's just weird, how you gonna bring your brother to your fuck-buddies house? Isn't that like, taboo?" He sighed, in relief or exasperation with me, I don't know.

"It gets worse, un, he brings some creepy dude over! Apparently it was his other friend, un."

I lift both of my eyebrows, who could it be? "You mean like best friends forever? Total bromance like me and Gaara?" I say, trying to figure out a history.

He looks at me with his visible eye, laughing quietly, "Unn, yeah, I guess."

I make a mad face, "Aww, what a douche. So, his friend is sticking around? Are they screwing, too?"

Suddenly Deidara's face soured, "No way, un! They're totally not, un, I just know."(2)

Ugh! This is impossible! I'll never figure out who it is! Come on, Deidara, tell me something useful!

Deidara continues, "They seem super close, un, so I bet Itachi just doesn't want Kurama to think of me as a wedge between them."

What. The. Fuck.

"Kurama? T-That's a weird name..." He nods, equally disturbed, but ignorant of my knowledge.

I continue, throwing that one in the brain-file for later, "I thought Itachi was only nice to you and that stupid dude, Key-sam-ay." He laughs at my butchered Japanese. Sometimes, I wanna cut the crap just so I can show him how smart I really am, that my stupidity is just an act. My Japanese is probably better than his!

He's still laughing.

It wasn't that funny...

I pout, and he continues, "Well, he tells me more, un, but sometimes he has to tell Kisame things so he can explain them, because I don't fully understand the culture of all the d-" He pauses and I sit still like I don't know what he was about to say, letting him continue, "-of all the Asian shit, un."

I fake a confused face, "But isn't Kisame from China?"

He rolls his eyes as if expecting me to know this shit. "Yes, un, but both he and Itachi are Japanese." AKA Japanese demons...

I nod dumbly, "Oh..."

"But neither me or Kisame were told of Kurama, ever. It was just weird, un. I figure he would have said something about his 'best friend' in the past, right?" I'm starting to think that 'best friend' actually means something else. If they aren't in that kind of relationship, then they had something else going on...

I nod to what Deidara is saying, but my mind is racing inside. If Itachi and Deidara stop screwing around, then I won't hear about the Akatsuki any more! I mean, sure, the information Deidara gives me is always bullshit, but there's that hint of truth in everything. None of the ANBU have any real information on the Akatsuki, and since we know so little about them and their goals and movements, the information I get is damn useful.

I didn't know what to think of Itachi's mysterious companion, but I could cash in on information with his brother.

"That is weird, since you guys are all bro's and junk. So they all just slept over? Did Itachi sleep in your bed?" I knew the answer to both of those questions, but I needed to lead him into answering the ones I didn't know.

He shook his head, "Nah, un. 'Tachi slept on the fold out with Kurama." Weird. " Kisame got the mattress, then that little asshole slept in here." Bingo.

Deidara continued, "Naruto, I just thought I'd let you know that I appreciate you as a person." I had to laugh a little. So being a douche was in the Uchiha blood? Because the way Deidara describes Itachi, the siblings must be clones.

I kinda wish I knew what they looked like. Deidara always made me leave when Itachi came over, but I suppose that's his secret-double-agent shit. Well, I guess he's a double agent... He works for Akatsuki, but hides me, so I'm sure he counts.

I fold my legs under me, bouncing the mattress a bit, "So he's like his brother?"

I just had to get him started.

He spoke with the crazy eye, getting worked up just by remembering the guy, "God, Naruto, he was such a fucking prick, un! He was way worse than Itachi, un!" Damn. "He was so rude! He didn't give a shit about anyone but himself, un. I'm so glad your my brother, by the way... And then-" He proceeded to tell me every mean thing that came out of the boy's mouth, which was pretty much the only words he spoke.

Damn, at least Itachi had manners.

I voice my thoughts, making Deidara laugh. "So true, un."

"So you let this ass-wipe sleep in my room? My bed has probably contracted some kind of Jerk-disease!" I frantically muss up the blankets to make my point.

He laughed more, "It's worse than you think, un! I walked in and he was sleepin' all over your favorite pillow, un! He even drooled a little!" Que Deidara's maniacal laughter and me pushing away my pillow... Damnit, Mr. cuddles, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you!

I bet Uchihas are gross looking. They all probably have big noses and super tiny eyes with crooked teeth.

I hear Kyuubi scoff in the back of my mind and mentally add another thing to the 'To think about later' file.

Deidara looked at the drop on the floor, "If he's anything like his brother then his libido is out of control, un, so he probably got a nose-bleed looking through your underwear drawer, un!" He laughed until I spoke.

"If he wanted the kinky shit, he was in the wrong underwear drawer. After all, your room is that way." I say, pointing down the hall way.

He scowled, "Shut your fucking mouth, un! I'll kick your little ass!"

He then stomped out of my room slamming my door.

Only to turn around and reopen it, sticking his angry face back inside, "And stay out of my kinky drawer, un!" before slamming it once more.

Honestly, how could you hate Deidara? I laugh a bit before sobering and looking out the window.

It's almost dark, meaning I had to meet my team in Konoha a few hours from now.

I began checking my room, talking to Kyuubi.

I thought Itachi killed them all...

Kakashi was speaking to the female about Konoha's history. I recall hearing him speak of Itachi, as well as a survivor.

How come I never heard this?

Because you were raised in Iwa, and at the time, you were not interested in Konoha's history. Plus, I distinctly remember you thinking about something stupid at the time, so I was forced to pay attention for you.

Wow, I wonder who would be awesome enough to survive someone as strong as Itachi. Deidara says he's hideously powerful.

I would take his word for it. If Itachi is powerful enough to take on the entire Uchiha clan and win, then...

I paused in searching my room for clues.

Then...What?

… Nothing important at this moment, kit. Things just aren't looking good for us right now.

If it's not important now, then that means it will be later, so you may as well tell me now, because if something happens to one of us, we both go down.

It's just that, I can only think of one person that could train Itachi to be such a weapon.

But I thought he was in Konoha's ANBU...

You know nothing of Uchiha ways, kit. They are double-sided swords by nature, and there is always a hidden, dark little trick behind every action. If Itachi was in ANBU, then I'm almost positive that he had another sensei within the Uchiha.

That took awhile to digest. They sure sounded arrogant, like ANBU training was too easy for the great Uchiha Itachi. Ha! That's probably what drove him crazy, all the damn training!

As if ANBU training isn't enough, then going home and doing more training with a private sensei!

Kyuubi spoke, hearing my thoughts, Uchiha train themselves differently. If I'm correct, then Itachi's training was mainly focused on Sharingan, their demon clan's infamous bloodline limit.

What do you mean 'If I'm correct'? How do you know so much about Uchiha stuff?

… This is not the time...

And then he refused to talk about it!

I shook my head, confused and annoyed, moving on to the next topic.

So how do you think the blood got there?

He probably tried Sharingan, but with the Senju seals that is impossible. The blood is most likely from the boy's eyes.

Ew, eye-ball blood...

The only thing that seemed different was the blood and the blankets...

I went to my closet to check the shrine, just in case.

The small memorial was untouched, but I was more worried about what lay underneath. I lift the shrine off of what looks to be a regular stand, but actually hides my ANBU gear. This seems untouched as well, so I leave it open since I have to change later anyways.

The only other things that were secret in my room were my father's kunai and my pictures.

I check the pictures first, but they all seem to be in place. Then I notice how one of the pictures I put in crooked lays perfect in the frame.

So Uchiha had a 'perfectionist' gene as well.

A 'nosy' one, too.

I scowl, he had seen my secret pictures...

Then, beginning to breathe heavily, I realize what that means. He knows my face. What else does he know? I run to my bathroom and tear open my sink cabinet.

All of my toilet paper is stacked. I always just threw it in the cabinet, just so I'd know if Deidara would find the kunai, but I had a feeling this wasn't Deidara.

Regardless, I run out of the bathroom and into the hall way, busting open Deidara's door. He throws himself into a standing fighting stance on instinct, eyes still closed. He must have stayed up all night last night, because its still fairly early to be sleeping. When he realizes it's me, he sits back down on his bed, yelling, "Don't fucking barge in here like that, un!"

I don't joke this time, "Do you need toilet paper?" ...Okay, it sounded like a joke, but I was serious!

I watch him blink his eyes more open. "Un?" I roll my eyes and stomp into his bathroom, finding that no, he was not in need of toilet paper, he had some under his own sink.

I march back out, "Did you go into my bathroom?"

"No, un. I didn't go into your fucking bathroom, so if that little punk pissed all over your toilet, it has nothing to do with me, un. Get the fuck out so I can sleep... un." and his head angrily dropped to his pillow.

I silently walked back into my room, into the bathroom. If the seals fuck with the Uchiha that badly, how did he get past my ultimate Namikaze seal?

I squat, lifting the false bottom and checking my favorite jutsu. Nothing seems to be touched, but if he could open the cabinet, then he would have no problem stealing my father's, and now my, Flying Thunder God kunai.

I replaced the false bottom and stood back up, thinking. Then I saw my comb on the sink.

I picked it up, "How'd that get there?" I usually kept it on my dresser drawers.

The Uchiha. That's how he got in.

My comb?

Precisely. He's smart, he used something of your possession so he wouldn't have to touch the seal.

...Damn.

That means he also knows of my seal specialty, as well as one of my prized techniques...

This changed things...

What does this mean, Kurama?

I think we should be careful, hide ourselves. Something is already not where it's supposed to be and the Uchiha are having strange movement. We should be even more careful than advised by the sannin... He knows our face and secrets.

I let out a shaky breath, nodding more to myself, before pulling on my ANBU uniform.

As soon as the mask is on my face and the hood is on my head, I lift my hand, index and middle finger sticking up, and disappear in a yellow flash.

Itachi

I finally find the psuedo-apartment in the faculty level of Dormatory B. On the other side of the campus from the front office.

Ridiculous.

This school was obscenely large for no apparent reason, but leave it to Californians to go big or go home. I suppose they were trying to prepare the students for college life with the layout of the school, but they still managed to tweak every little detail to their liking.

The dorms were set up in the strangest way. There was one enormous building in the center of the campus divided into four: Maths and Sciences, Language Arts and History, Career and Elective classes, and Athletic classes. The building had a giant hole in the middle, dividing each section of the building as if drawing a cross into a square, leaving an oddly figured grass area in the middle.

There were five smaller buildings across the large, gated campus. There was of course the Administrator's building at the front of the campus that dealt with teachers, counseling, curriculum, et cetera, but there were also four dorm facilities on each corner of the square gated campus, each leading into designated buildings

Dorms A for Maths and Sciences, Dorms B for Language Arts and History and so on.

I was almost depressed about the fact that even though the four-story dormatories were arranged so that Men stayed on the lower two levels, I couldn't put it past 'April-san' to accidentally stumble upon my current living area.

I know Sensei encouraged her to irritate me, but if that was his revenge for this morning, then it was definitely unexpected. I figured he would bring on some kind of crazy, sadistic punishment, not annoy me to death.

I felt like I deserved more. I understand him being upset, but all I did was help him sleep. He looked tormented, and he had already said the seals were making him physically sick. When one is sick, they must sleep, correct?

Bam. Logic.

Perhaps it was the principal of what I did, the message he seemed to see behind it. Maybe he felt betrayed?

Well, after seeing him like that, I felt like shit.

But sicking 'April-san' on me was pretty cruel in it's own way.

I try to turn my head to glare at Madara for leading the woman on to me when my key fails to glide into the lock. I sigh and angrily jiggle it, extracting a dry, empty chuckle from my sensei.

"You're shoving that thing in a little rough, don't you think?" The only reason I blushed is because it was sensei, other wise, my scoff would have been solo. When I didn't reply, he continued.

"You know, boy, if you keep that up, you'll scare off April-san. She doesn't look to be the kinky type." I gave him a cold look, but it melted when I saw his face.

He was resting heavily against the wall, eyes drooping and exhausted. His venomous smirk was accompanied with lazy eyes and didn't have the same effect on me that it usually did.

I turned back to the lock, jiggling the key with renewed fervor, wanting to get Sensei a place to relax, when I felt his arms slide under mine from behind me, his soft, crazy hair tickling my ear and the side of my face as he leaned over my shoulder and his hands cover mine.

I watch, confused as he grasps a different key and flexes my fingers around it for me.

He turns his mouth to my ear, making me want to lean into him, "You have the wrong key, boy." and I felt those ears burn against his moist lips.

He easily unlocked the door before moving around me and slipping inside, leaving me in the hall way stunned at my incompetence in his presence.

I walk inside, wearily shaking my head at myself, and take a look at what the movers did with my furniture.

The apartment was already smaller than I was used to, so I was already uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to show it. Everything seemed to be in the right place, the couch against the back wall, the small television set that would seldom be watched directly across from it, the dining table and chairs in the kitchen area and so on and so forth.

Oh yeah, and my bed set up in the dead center of the living room.

What the hell.

I walk forward to the bed that Madara was currently laying on. I watched with a blank face as he stared into the mirror on the head board as if he had never seen himself before.

Well, at least not seen himself fully, because I imagine you feel that you look different when you are no longer translucent.

I sigh and pull a note off of the top of the head board, reading 'Couldn't maneuver the bed into bedroom. Good luck.'

Awesome. Just what I need.

I sigh and lay down next to my sensei who simply turns on his side and watches me as I throw my arm over my eyes.

"What bothers you, boy?" He spoke softly, his deep, smooth voice vibrating through the room just barely.

I remained silent even when I felt the bed dip as he moved, but I almost jumped when I felt him tug at my sleeve. I remove my arm from over my eyes and give him a slightly confused look, to which he silently asks permission to touch me, fiddling with his fingers and giving me an odd stare.

I move closer to him, answering his gesture and thinking about his actions with a frown on my face. One would think that with being bonded with someone would make touching much less of a big deal. Just five minutes ago he was pressed against my back with his arms around me, but he still insisted on asking my permission just to initiate touch.

Honestly, mixed signals much?

As it were, I allowed him to pull my head into his lap, closing my eyes contentedly as his fingers glide along my face and neck with feather light touches. I don't fully understand the effects of the insignia on my neck, having decided that researching such a thing was pointless since Madara-sensei was forbidden to take physical form, making his body basically dead.

Now, as he accidentally runs his fingers over the mark, I regret not doing so. Other wise, I would probably have a better understanding of soft moan that escaped my throat as well as the overwhelming warmth that spread from said mark to the rest of my body.

I open my eyes, looking to sensei for explanation I suppose, but he had pulled his hands back as if burned, and not blushing, but the Uchiha equivalent.

Which means he was stone-faced.

But one look into his 'expressionless' eyes and I could tell he was thoroughly uncomfortable.

He nudged my head out of his lap and looked away, causing me to sit up and glare at him.

Sensei looked me dead in the face, not threatened in the least, "I apologize, that was unintentional."

Oh, well that doesn't sting.

"What exactly just happened, Madara-sama?" I like calling him that, though I am unsure as to why.

He looks to the side, thinking of how to explain, struggling inwardly with his wording, "It is similar to what I did to you in the car... though, that was intentional and much more... intense." It's almost funny to hear Sensei talk like that, and I smile softly despite myself as he continues.

"The...Ahem, seal on our necks binds us together in more ways than one; mentally, physically... emotionally..." His face scrunched up a bit, unhappy that he was having to explain this to me, since I was really only a child when this happened.

He continued awkwardly, "Through my mark-" He seemed to get this possessive look in his eyes that only an Uchiha could appreciate, his eyes glittering at what was his, "-we can communicate against our will, I suppose you could say. Touch can relay how the other person is feeling, what they are thinking, or how they want you to feel."

I knew about the last one, having experienced that in the car, but the other two I had not been aware of.

Then a thought occurred to me, "Then... what had you been thinking just now, Sensei?"

He seemed to freeze up a bit, answering at first with only silence. I felt Madara's eyes glare at me, seeing my eyebrow lift in challenge as I smirked at his awkwardness. No way he would back down from a challenge.

But then, he raised his own eyebrow, a famous Uchiha gesture that meant, 'Oh really? Challenge accepted.'.

"Your emotional weakness was disturbing my relaxation, as I sensed distress practically bleeding from your general being. I was unconsciously trying to comfort you with my own feelings, since you're such a child, because with your tense attitude suffocating me I could not rest, but since you are so inexperienced with such things, I assume my mark caused sensory overload to your body, thus making you moan like a whining female."

Emotional weakness? Inexperienced? Female?

Honestly, in that moment, in my head, I relived every fantasy I had ever had about bending my sensei over and fucking him numb, just to show him how much experience this weak female had.

Instead fulfilling such orgasm-inducing fantasies, I punched him in the face.

Any unresolved anger we felt toward one another was about to be settled right then and there.

This was something that Madara and I have practiced since I was his young student. The main reason we were put together is because no one else could deal with us, personality-wise or power-wise, but just because we were the only ones that could handle each other, that didn't mean we didn't piss each other off all the time.

I don't remember when this ritual first started, but it became my favorite hobbie quite fast. There was only hand to hand combat, and as a child, I rarely got the upper hand, but blowing off some steam still helped me get through the Uchiha times.

Plus, it was the only time Sensei didn't feel the need to ask my permission to touch me.

And he certainly didn't ask now, as he returned my punch with a right hook, a sinister grin on his lips.

He obviously enjoyed kicking my ass every now and then as well.

I fought down my own smile as we wrestled on my bed, soon slipping off into the floor, grunting and growling. It was all fun and games until I twisted his arms behind his back, kneeling behind him and pushing his head down, then he flipped out like a caged animal and rolled onto his back violently, kicking me hard in the stomach, making me fly off of him.

I don't know if it was because I had actually one-upped him or because the position reaked of sexual dominance, but he looked angry. But I wasn't exactly feeling too peachy either as I sit on all fours, gagging and trying to suck in the air that got knocked out of me.

I looked to my sensei, angry and confused, and saw his own expression. For some reason he looked suspicious and slightly protective of himself as if I were actually against him. I dismissed the underlying feelings and charged back to him, too quickly to catch without Sharingan, and we continued as if it never happened.

Later on in our fight, he had me pinned to the ground, straddling me and holding my hands at either side of me. Ignoring my struggles, he gave an open mouthed smirk past his bruised face and bloodied lip, superiority complex on high.

I was going to glare back, but my eyes followed a trail of blood from his lip past his pinkened teeth down the side of his chin and finally down his long pale neck as it run dangerously close to the kanji of weasel(3) burned onto his skin. Over time, it looked less like a burn or tattoo, but more like ink that was apart of his flesh, and when I ran my tongue up his pretty neck to collect the blood, I made sure to graze that mark, wanting to test what Madara told me previously.

And you can guess exactly what thoughts I was trying to convey to him, creepy bond telepathy or not.

I watched as he leaned into the touch at first, gasping, then groaned and arched away, giving me opportunity to overpower him again. I pushed forward, reversing our positions to where I lay between his legs, one hand grasping his wrists, one tangled in those messy locks.

"I'm not a little boy anymore, Sensei. Perhaps you will keep that in mind for the remainder of this battle?" But it seemed as if he wasn't focused on my taunts any longer.

I swallow the blood collected in my mouth and feel a warmth spread through me, making me feel slightly intoxicated as I watch Madara struggle out of my grasp.

His eyes fluttered and I yanked his head back by his hair, feeling slightly intoxicated and therefor brave. Madara's eyes fluttered, turning a strange translucent-red color as his throat vibrated with a deep, sensual purr.

It seemed Sensei had a kink. I smirked, making him wake out of his daze and realize that I had him by the hair, one hand holding his wrists as he writhed beneath me. He growled and twisted his body violently, throwing me on my back regardless of my hold on his wrists. He swung his leg over my hips, eyes screwed shut in pain due to the awkward positioning of his arms and the pull n his hair at our switch.

"Ngh... Itachi, let go..!" I freed his wrists, but tangled my fingers deeper into his hair to ensure that he didn't escape. This action gained a growl, and his strangely elongated nails clawed at my hand, trying to free his hair.

I jerked my arm down, bringing us face to face, our noses barely touching. I feel dizzy, as if I had lost all discretion, because if I were completely aware, I never would've thrust upward into Madara's unsuspecting hips.

Surprised eyes still gazing into mine widened, caught off-guard. He glared, catching my smirk before his eyes narrowed even more, as if he knew why I was behaving like this.

I'm glad someone knew, because I had no idea what made me feel this good

His knowing glare slowly morphed into a smirk, further arousing me in my strangely drunken state.

"This is not something you should challenge me in, boy," He paused licking his lips, "You'll lose."

Ha, we'll see about that.

And I did, because as soon as I started this little battle, Madara became intent on being the one to finish it.

I tugged his hair down more, forcing his forehead to the floor next to me so I could attack his neck with my mouth. Madara hummed in approval, then attacked right back, making me almost choke on my gasp. I never thought Sensei would do such a thing, but here he was, moving his hips in a fluid motion against my straining arousal.

Well, if I wasn't hard before, I sure as hell am now.

I gaped as Madara lifted himself to an upright position, smirking as he continued to practically dry-ride me, his hands rubbing at my chest.

He played the uke role far too well.

I was starting to think he was only doing it because he knew it would turn me on, but the way his hips jerked as he bit his lip and let his head lull back made it unmistakeable. Sensei enjoyed this.

Fuck yes, my life just got ten times better.

Our eyes met, both equally heated now. "Is that all you've got boy? I thought you were a little better than that..." Oh hell no.

I jerk up, pushing him on his back to flip our positions. Madara hisses as his back hits the floor hard, glaring at me. I lift my eyebrow, "Can't take a little pain?" and he grins, chuckling at me. I grind into him, making him remember our game and flip our positions once more, this time between my legs, making me glare.

Madara grabbed for my hips, pulling them to his and smirking dangerously at my slightly frightened gaze.

I had never truly thought about it, but I had always unconsciously assumed that Sensei was packin' heat. Now that said heat was hard-pressed against my ass, those suspicions can be confirmed.

And I think this discovery just made my cock twitch.

Madara flicked his eyebrows up briefly at me, then furrowed them down before grinding his intimidating manhood into me once more, sneering to reveal gritted teeth. I groan and watch as he runs his hands under my shirt, licking his lips as it lifted to reveal the product of years of physical training.

"Mmm..." He seemed pleased, and it turned me on to have him looking at me so hungrily. I can only lye back with my jaw slack as backs up and lowers his head to dip his tongue into my navel, and I unconsciously spread my legs wider as he drags that tongue up my abdomen, making both of us groan.

Madara's head continues upward, though his tongue has retreated back to his mouth, and we are suddenly nose to nose. He places his forehead against mine, his forearms on either side of my head to support his weight.

I feel like our eyes are locked, and I want to slam our mouths together so badly, but I'm not sure how he would appreciate my initiative. As if sensing my struggle, his eyes lid, and he slowly lifts himself, shaking his head in disappointment. "As I thought, inexperien-" but I don't let him finish.

I knock him on his back, once more trading places, and grab his hair to pull his head back and suck furiously at my mark. He arches into me, groaning loudly. By now both of us are sweating and I can feel it in his hair, also getting a salty taste when I drag my tongue from his collarbone to his ear where I twirl my tongue, delighting in the shiver I receive as well as the leg that is now hiked against my side, almost wrapping around me.

I lean back and grab the leg, pushing it up and grinding down into Sensei's ass hard and slow, making him gasp and fight. I ignore his struggle and go back to Madara's neck, earning growls and moans every time I got a little too rough.

This battle had long been transformed into something else, but that didn't mean the pain was over. It was far too sweet to end so simply. As I pulled, clawed and gripped at Sensei, he reciprocated, reveling in the sting.

Madara was turned on by our little fight, the bruise and blood, me tugging his locks, by the physical pain I was inflicting on him.

And I found the idea quite attractive my self.

I pressed into him, tugging his bed-head to expose his neck before placing my lips back on the kanji and speaking.

"Who's the moaning female now?" But he only hummed as I began sucking at the mark.

And I had thought this was going to be a bad day.

This is what I had wanted since I had met this man, but I never thought it would happen, even after being bonded.

Madara always seemed too domineering to ever writhe under me like this, allowing me between his legs, on top of him, pinning him as he panted beneath me.

I wasn't holding back any of my thoughts, even the explicit ones that involved his legs over my shoulders, but he didn't seem too bothered by them at all. I knew the mark was working against him, otherwise he wouldn't be so compliant, his eyes glazed over as they roll back each time my nails claw down his side or his messy hair is pulled a bit harder.

I still couldn't believe it. I practically worshiped this man. My sensei, the one I cared about most, the one I wanted most.

I couldn't describe it, I wanted to reach up and smash my mouth against his and never separate. I had never wanted to do such a thing when I slept with Deidara, but I suppose that showed how different this was.

But as I continued, I kept getting a strange feeling that Madara was no longer giving his undivided attention.

His struggles were half-assed, as if he were unsure of whether he should pull me away or continue letting me hurt and please him at the same time.

I released his neck and lifted my head to watch him, Sharingan spinning to catch every detail. His eyebrows were furrowed and his teeth were bared, his canines longer than normal. Madara began pushing away from me, glaring and snarling, as if having an inner battle. Before he could escape from under me, I grabbed for his hand, shuttering as I place it on my neck.

All I see is blood and flesh and Madara. There is suddenly an unquenchable desire to leave circular wounds on him with my mouth, to break skin, to hurt him. I feel sick, but in the best way. I vaguely hear Madara groan as I pin his shoulders to the floor, my mouth throbbing to be on him harder.

Well, if those thoughts are coming from him, then this is what he wants, yes?

I felt myself becoming more and more aroused at the thought. No problem, I'm completely down with your crazy version of rough sex.

But as soon as he felt my teeth bite a little too hard, he stopped trying to get me away and gasped.

That's what I thought, Sensei.

Then, without further warning, he jerked his arm back and squeezed his hand around my neck, distancing us as far as his arm could stretch before kicking me once more, but this time in the chest, for maximum air time.

I hit the floor hard, glad that we lived on the bottom level. I would hate to deal with complaining residents from a lower floor.

I sat up slowly, trying to open my eyes and my palm rubbing away the on-coming headache as I was finally able to glare at him, but what I saw was not what I expected.

Madara's hand rubbed at his face and neck as he tried to slow his breathing. He hissed as he exhaled from his mouth, only to inhale sharply through his nose and repeat. I watched as he positioned himself to sit indian-style, his elbows on his knees and his fingers intertwined behind his neck as his head hung low and his eyes were unfocused.

When they finally cleared, his glare was on me, eyes no longer glazed over with whatever that just was.

He seemed to have calmed his body completely, no longer panting or hard, but he seemed fueled with a new fire.

Well, not new, since this fire reminded me strongly of the one that blew up in Deidara's house earlier this morning, but a different fire none the less.

I could only stare as he stood and walked stiffly to the room he assumed to be his, slamming the door as hard as he possibly could.

Damn.

I remained in the same spot for a bit, trying to dissect what just happened.

Madara and I started our 'I kick your ass, you kick my ass and we both feel better after' fight, I began thinking with the wrong head, it turned into a 'Let's see how hard we can get before one of us cums' fight, I get bombarded with primal blood lust and start some innocent nibblingand he flips shit.

I start going over what went wrong, where I made the wrong move, when it changed.

Perhaps he was angry with me trying to dominate him?

I do an invisible face-palm. What was I thinking? This is Uchiha Madara I'm talking about. The most powerful and feared demon that isn't bijuu!

Honestly, the fact that he isn't is probably more terrifying. He could have easily obliterated me the second I defied him. Though, the fact that he hadn't just killed me for that little stunt proves that I mean something to him.

And I just attempted to overpower him when we were just trying to blow off steam, have our brand of 'a little fun'. I probably just ruined the one thing that got him to feel free with me.

Fuck me...

I stood to knock on his door and try to fix my mistake, despite the blazing shame that decided to make its bright red way onto my cheeks, but the door opened before my knuckles could make contact with the wood.

I stood face to face with him, but not willing to look straight into his eyes. I wanted to speak, but the word 'sorry' would have been easily mispronounced. It simply wasn't apart of an Uchiha's vocabulary, it was a foreign word.

When Sensei said 'I apologize', he didn't actually mean 'sorry'. That was the easy way out of admitting you were wrong and you feel guilty about what you did. 'I apologize' simply means 'that should not have happened'. Not even 'I regret that', because that was far too demeaning and personal.

So you can imagine my struggle, trying to break free of the Uchiha chains, when the biggest chain link stood before me, unmoving as a wall. I didn't see Madara dropping the Uchiha ways anytime soon.

I continued to look away, but finally made myself open my mouth to say it. "Sensei, I-"

"I'm going out to get some air. I will return. Do not follow, boy." And then he just walked through me.

I stayed frozen where I stood, even as I heard the door open and slam.

Then, after around five minutes in the same spot, I followed. Like hell I was just going to sit and wait like a 'good boy'.

I am no longer your charge, Sensei.

(1): Your bisexualness, as in "Your Highness." just wanted to make sure everyone got that.

(2): Because Deidara is thinking, 'No way, they're both Uchiha, plus that's his sensei, they can't be screwing.'

(3): Itachi's name in english means 'weasel', an ill omen in Japan signifying bad luck or death.

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So, I'll admit that I didn't go through this very thoroughly, but only because I had read and re-read everything parts at a time, so going through it once more as a whole seemed like way too much work. If anyone sees something wrong, I'm sure they'll tell me, because there are always faithful complainers, right? :D

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