Madara's eyes opened slowly the next morning to a familiar voice.
"Yes, Madara… Wake up. Something's wrong… Where are the others…? Why are we on land…?"
"Yes. I don't remember anything from last night. What happened?"
Madara sat up, realising that they were, indeed, on land. They must have drifted overnight. He glanced around, seeing nothing but sand and a green, green forest.
"Do you know where we are?" Itachi asked. In the bright light of what was assumed to be morning, Itachi looked terrible – he was covered in blood and bruises. His lip was split and his eye was black - swollen so much that Itachi could not open it.
"…" Madara completely disregarded the question. Instead, he reached out and stroked the bruises that marred Itachi's face. "You look horrible… What sick bastards they all were…"
Itachi looked extremely uncomfortable under the elder's touch. He closed his good eye and bit his lip, tilting his head towards the ground. "…Remove your hand, Sensei."
Madara, for the briefest second – or at least, Itachi thought – looked hurt at the command. The man did as told anyway, despite hesitating at first.
Nothing more was said between the two Uchiha had had silently begun walking to the forest to explore what would probably be their new home for a while.
Days had passed by and neither Uchiha had found anyone else on what they discovered to be an island. They had survived on small fruits so far, but it wasn't nearly enough – especially for Itachi, who required daily doses of medicine.
On top of all of this, neither Uchiha particularly enjoyed the other's company. They had already had numerous arguments and fights. The only thing that was keeping them together was the fact that they were trapped on a deserted island they knew nothing about.
The two Uchiha just sat across from each other on the sandy shore, staring at each other. A month had passed and things were getting extremely hard.
"I hate you." Itachi was first to break the silence.
Madara snorted. "Feeling's mutual, you dick…"
"Yeah, you wish you had someone to fuck, don't you?"
"I could fuck you here and now, and you'd love every second of it." Madara sneered.
Itachi grunted. "I don't like small dicks and bad lays. Sorry."
Madara growled. "Bitch."
"Not yours. Wrong answer."
"Insolent brat. I save your ass and this is how you repay me…"
Itachi just stood up and grabbed a stick that was laying close by. He threw it at Madara before walking off.
"What the fuck was that for?" Madara shouted, rubbing at his forehead where the stick had hit him.
"Light a fire." Itachi called over his shoulder.
"…Bitch…" Madara growled to himself as he reluctantly did as instructed.
When Itachi returned to the campsite minutes later, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of Madara spread out along the ground, apparently sleeping. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but the elder looked cute with his arms stretched out above his head and his legs drawn in close to him.
The younger Uchiha stepped forward until he was standing above the spiky-haired male. He nudged the other with his bare foot.
"Madara…" Itachi whispered. He knew that Madara had been getting very little rest from the stress of this. "Madara, are you awake?"
Madara just grunted and rolled onto his side.
Itachi's smile grew slightly bigger as he sat down behind Madara. He reached out and put a hand in the messy hair, caressing ever-so-gently. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt at peace like he did right now. Being stranded in almost total isolation must have really messed him up…
"What are you doing…?"
Itachi jumped as Madara's weary voice broke through his thoughts. He pulled his hand away as if he had been burnt. He was silent as he tried to come up with a good excuse.
"Keep doing it…" Madara moaned. "It's helping me relax…"
"O… Okay…" Itachi felt as if he were in shock – this wasn't the Madara he knew.
Itachi reached out again and tentatively placed his hand back in the messy mane of hair. He bit his lip as Madara pushed against the hand, seemingly rubbing against it as a cat would its master. He stroked hesitantly at first, but when the elder's loud snores filled the air, he soon relaxed.
"Maybe being stuck with you isn't so bad after all…" Itachi whispered to himself. "Why can't you be like this more often…?"