Itachi glanced around for what felt like the sixtieth time since arriving in Konoha not even a half-hour ago. His eyes narrowed as he swept his gaze over the many civilians and some ninja who were walking the streets. Someone was staring at him and Kisame. He could feel it. But he couldn't see anyone doing so.

"Geez Itachi, calm down. You're acting more paranoid than Leader-sama." Kisame said, a chuckle rumbling from him. Itachi raised a brow at his partner, before gesturing to the tea house they had stopped in front of.

"I just feel as if someone is watching us. Let's get something to drink. I haven't had Konoha grown and brewed tea since I defected." Kisame gave him a slight shrug, and pushed past him to enter the shop. Itachi scanned the crowds once again before tipping his hat lower over his eyes and entering the shop as well.

A few metres away, lounging in a completely conspicuous way on a bench, Madara smirked at the other Uchiha as Sharingan eyes swept past him in dismissal. To be fair, Madara wasn't very visible through the bustling crowd, but if this was who he thought it was, the kid should've seen him by now. Especially with that Sharingan of his activated. But the other Uchiha's eyes just passed him by once again as he entered the tea shop. Madara stood and stretched lightly.

"I should make a hell of an entrance." He smirked to himself, and stalked towards the shop, the crowd parting for him at the sight of his expression. He paused for a few seconds in front of the store and straightened the Jounin-standard shirt he was wearing. He felt rather naked without his armour, but it had to be cleaned and only one person in all of modern Konoha knew how to clean it, and it would take him the better part of three days. Madara sighed. He really missed his armour. He raised a hand to the shop door, and, with a flick of his wrist, sent it flying into the store.

"S-Sir! Wha..." The receptionist started, only to trail off upon spotting him standing in the doorway. "Ma-Madara-sama!" Madara smirked when the other Uchiha stiffened and looked over at him.

"What a nice establishment." Madara drawled, strutting towards the receptionist. "I would like a table." The receptionist stuttered for a few seconds before calling a terrified waiter over.

"I-I'll take you to a t-table Madara-sama!" Madara followed the waiter with a smirk. A smirk that widened when his table ended up being right next to his intended targets. He sat with a flourish, and scanned the menu. "W-What would you like to order?"

"Black tea. Make it quick, I have somewhere I need to be." He snapped his fingers and the waiter took off. He could feel the two cloaked nin watching him closely, and his smirk took on a decidedly evil edge. The waiter returned, a tray in his hands.

"H-Here's your order Madara-sama!" Madara raised a brow as he placed his cup of tea to his right, and a plate of inarizushi beside it. "T-The inarizushi is compliments of the chef." Madara was quick to grab one, knowing that no one was stupid enough to poison him, and bit into it. It tasted fantastic, though he hadn't had any in forever.

"Bring my thanks to the chef." The waiter nodded, and scurried off. Madara had wanted to savour his favourite food, but he saw his targets stand and leave the shop. Madara sighed once again, and downed the scalding tea before grabbing the remaining inarizushi and sweeping from the shop. He was pretty sure he had left some ryo on the table to pay for the meal, but even if he hadn't it wasn't like he would visit the shop again. Madara looked over the crowd and spotted his targets walking off toward the river that ran through Konoha. With a smirk, Madara set about following them.

Madara leaned against one of the few trees dotting the riverside, watching as two foolish Jounin started a fight with his targets. He briefly considered jumping in to help, but smashed the idea when Kakashi showed up. He knew that both cloaked nin had spotted him and were tensed for the moment he joined in. He also knew that Kakashi had seen him as well, but was diligently ignoring him in favour of preventing the other two foolish Jounin's deaths. Seriously, who used Genjutsu against an Uchiha with the Sharingan? Madara rolled his eyes as Kakashi took the fight onto the water. Madara sighed again, and started towards them. At the rate they were going, Kakashi would be out for good before he got his revenge for that stupid assassination attempt all those months ago. He leaped onto the water, landing beside the now kneeling Kakashi, and frowned down at him. Kakashi tsked and looked away.

"Madara, what are you doing here. I thought you were with Sasuke." Madara gave him a flat stare.

"Sasuke-kun can look after himself for a few hours. He's not that bad."

"He's a moody little brat." Kakashi mumbled, before he fell forwards, unconscious. And by the looks of it, it was caused by the Tsukuyomi. Madara whistled appreciatively. He had to admit, the younger Uchiha before him was quick with that Mangekyou of his. 'However,' Madara thought, a his lips tugging into a sneer. 'no where near my speed.' He returned his attention to the Uchiha before him.

"Well," Madara started, widening his arms into a mocking gesture. "shall we dance?" His sneer morphed into a smirk at the slightly defensive change in the younger shinobi's stance. "I-ta-chi-kun?"