He Knows

Chapter 2: Resturant

Sooner eyes darted throughout the seats, turning their head towards the Uchiha's way. The albino swayed his fingers into his spiky, fawned, white, drizzling hair. Watching from a perspective view; his hands clutched it tightly, soothing his nerves in the hair, and rather swiftly.

'Was he irritated?' Izuna thought, mind splurging out random thoughts, passing by like nothing.

Until that small plastered grin fell beneath his lips, achingly the Uchiha's heart dropped unexpectedly.

'What is he thinking? That grin seems like a bad sign. Did he drink before we left?' So many questions needed to be answered, if not, maybe Izuna would explode and finally punch the Senju in the face for acting weird in front of him.

Furthermore, the passing lights of turning and driving. Izuna wasn't expecting anything in the awkward moment. His eyes kept their attention to the driving cars, modern day living at the moment.

Although Madara's eyes had his superior and oblivious ways of joy. He knew he was going to take a good praise of the elder Senju's body, mischievously good looks, the attitude, the everything on this tanner gentlemen. It was going to be his.

"Nii-chan" his bottom galloped up from the seat belt that constrained him from going any further to tap onto his elder brother's shoulder blade. His black hues swirled towards his direction.

"What?" He huffs the words bluntly. Before Izuna's lips barely touched the flesh of his elder brother. He immediately had to pull himself away.

"Just wanted to ask if we were there yet." His voice curved into such a innocent soul speaking to his fond beloved brother.

His eyebrows slid up into a irritated arch. "No." The words had spat indirectly towards Izuna's direction. Startled beforehand, his hands came to his lap again, laid back against the leathered cushion, sensing the blank stares from the other way.

'Why must he have that blank, blunt stare all the time? Have I done something to him or something?' The boy thinks ahead of time.

"Oi. 'Dara-chan. Look." His voice tensed into a small mellow tone. His fingers finally drawing towards the small direction, a tiny motel, with broken flashing lights.

"Remember?" His lips slightly curved into a mysterious grin.

Madara felt his cheeks fluster into a dark shade of red, remembering the time he had first been laid out on the sheets and screwed until the next morning.

"N-no, definitely not." Protesting, in pure denial of that time.

"Suit yourself, little squirmer." The tanner male chuckled underneath his breath, stirring the wheel towards the light up above, and parked into an empty space in the parking-lot.

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The four of the individuals simply entered the fancy, expensive restaurant. Assigned their seats in the back of the corner. Watching the albino take his seat next to his elder brother, placing his elbows to a rest on the surfaced table. Marbleized and quite textured, shapes differed, and the seats were leathered comfortably for a bottom. Fitting cushion, backs leaned up on it.

Izuna gazed his eye contact towards the younger Senju. His cheeks were red, signifying something other than his normal demeanor.

The little Uchiha wanted to speak up about his behavior, but he decidedly wanted to keep his mouth shut for now.

Madara ordered them all their appetizers, salad at the most, his eyes gazed the waiter with his demonic patterned eye'd orbs. The Sharingan swirled into the innocent waiter's eyes as well.