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Madara stared into the eyes of his beloved. Her golden orbs shined with love and passion as she caressed his cheek. Madara felt himself lean into her touch as though he was the weak one of the two. Normally this would have infuriated him, but she was just so bright and livid. He couldn't handle not giving into her. She kissed his lips and the broke the kiss, resting against his chest. Both were in complete bliss, but then that damn pain in Madara's chest almost forced him to falter. 'Shit' he thought as he held her close, trying to hide the pain in his eyes.

"Madara, is everything okay?"

'How does she always see through me? It's like I'm a damn book she reads whenever see feels like it' Madara smiled and said, "Everything's fine, why do you ask?"

She snuggled closer to his chest and said, "You tensed all of a sudden. You never tense unless something's wrong."

He cursed his body; he hadn't even noticed his own reaction to the pain. It irked him to no ends. He forced a playful laughter as he cupped her chin in his hand and raised her gaze to his. "Kimiko, don't worry about me. I hate it when you worry."

"But as your wife it is my responsibility to worry about you. If I didn't it would mean I don't care." She spoke so matter-of-factly that he couldn't help but chuckle. She was so determined to prove her love time and time again, and he found that he enjoyed her constant displays of affection.

"You don't need to worry about sending that message. I know you love me, as you should know that I love you." He buried his face in her hair and she giggled as his hair tickled her cheek. He felt as though everything was the way it was supposed to be. Like everything was finally falling into place. The Senju were leaving the Uchiha alone at the moment. No war dragged him away from his beautiful new wife, and she thought that he was the most amazing person in the world. His life was nearly complete, and as soon as his baby was in Kimiko's arms he would die a happy man.

"Madara, if something happened to me what would you do?" Madara's daydream was ripped from his grasp and he found himself struggling to answer her question. He held her tighter and then held her face in his hands, staring into her eyes he answered.

"Kimiko, I would personally kill whoever hurt you. I wouldn't allow them to live knowing they ripped you from life. I couldn't."

"But what if I die when I give birth to our baby?" Her questions were innocent, but they hurt him more than any physical blow could.

"I really don't want to talk about this," he answered, trying to avoid the question. Madara released her face and he turned his back to her, but she wasn't going to let him deny it when the possibility was all too real.

"Madara, you can't run from this. I know you don't want to think about it, but it's possible. It could happen." Madara quickly spun and stared into her eyes.

"I can't let it happen, I can't lose you. Don't you understand, you mean everything to me. You're life is too precious to lose." He wrapped her in his loving embrace, and whisphered, "I can't lose you."

She decided to let it slide since it was obviously getting to him. She stroked his hair and cooed, "Its okay, Mada. I know." He held her hips as she comforted him. Her breathe warm on his neck. He smiled, savoring her feel. Every little moment with her was precious to him. More precious than his own life, and he needed her to realize this, but not now. Not yet. Because right now he was with her and everything was exactly how it should be.

He smiled and took her in his arms. She giggled as he carried her bridle style to their bed. He laid her down and began to kiss her neck, straddling her as he did so. His breathe growing more raged with every kiss. He used one hand to steady himself, allowing the other to roam to her oh so sensitive breasts. "Madara," she breathed.

"Hmmm…" his voice barely more than a husky whisper in her ear.

"I don't want…" she moaned as he began to knead her right breast gently. She was trying her best not to surrender to his lust, but she was having difficulty. He sensed her uneasiness and stopped, pulling his hands away from her body, but stayed hovering over her.

"What?" he asked as he forced the huskiness from his voice.

"I don't want to do this until I give birth," she spoke gently to him as he began to whine.

"But the doctor said…"

"I know what the doctor said, Mada. But I don't want to take any chances, because you aren't exactly gentle."

He smiled and nuzzled her neck gently, "I'll let you be on top."

She giggled at his eagerness, but she wasn't going to do this until she had given birth to their child. And he was going to have to stick it out. She smiled and said, "Madara, I said no."

He looked up and sighed. He knew he was going to get nowhere with her right now. And forcing himself on her wasn't going to end in his favor. He gazed at her intensly and asked asked, "Can I at least lay with you?"

"Of course," she said as he laid down next to her. She rested her head on his chest and yawned slightly. Madara stayed quiet as he fought the growing tightness in his pants. He needed release, but he wasn't going to get it laying there cuddling. He stared at her and she looked up at him.

"Fine, go." She sighed as moved off of him. He stood and rushed to the bathroom. Quickly stripping down and jumping into the shower.

Kimiko sighed as she laid in bed, aching for release as well, but denying herself the pleasure Madara was allowing himself. She crawled under the blankets as she began to listen to the sound of the shower. She wanted to rush into the bathroom and join Madara in his fun, but knew that if she did she'd be breaking her promise to herself.

She sighed, seven and a half more months of no sex wasn't going to be that hard was it? She rolled her eyes 'of course it would be' she pulled Madara's pillow against her chest and closed her eyes. She let the smell of his shampoo intoxicate her, as though he was holding her now. She sighed longingly and whispered his name. Her body ached for his, and she couldn't bring herself to release. She thought it was barbaric for a woman to do such a thing. But oh how she wanted to.

She laid there, alone, for another forty-five minutes. She couldn't get mad at Madara, because she had given him the okay, but still he had taken his sweet time. He was clad only in boxers and stream rolled of his body when he finally came out of the bathroom. His eyes were still slightly hazed, and he smiled gently at her. "Hey babe," he walked to the bed and crawled over to her. She sighed and he raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?" he asked gently as he stroked her cheek.

"Nothing," she muttered. He chuckled and pulled her against him. He smiled and knew exactly what was wrong. She wanted him, and she knew she wanted him. But she was denying herself the pleasure. He stroked her hair and she traced little hearts on his chest. He smiled and kissed the top of her head knowing that no words had to be said to get his point across. He wanted her, but if she wanted to wait than he could hold out as well.

She sighed and said, "Mada," her voice a sort of whine.

"Hmmm?"

"Will you get me some peaches? I really would like some peaches." She smiled up at him and he sighed. Slipping on some pants and a shirt as he walked to the door. She grinned widely and began to play with the black blanket she was laying on. Her fingers slipping through the soft fabric which, for some reason, amused her. She smiled and began to giggle uncontrollably. She felt tears begin to fall down her face as she held her sides. She began to hyperventilate as she held her sides.

"Kimiko, I—," Madara had come in and saw her holding her sides as she cried. He didn't realize that she had been laughing, so he panicked.

"Kimiko!" he yelled as he rushed to her side, his Sharingan spinning as he began to scoop her in his arms.

"Ma-Mada, it-it's okay!" she smiled at him.

He continued to panic and said, "What the hell is going on?"

"Mada, relax…" she began to steady her breathing, "I couldn't breathe because I had been laughing too hard."

"And what the hell was so funny?" he asked as he let her down.

Kimiko shrugged and said, "The blanket"

He raised an eyebrow, "The blanket?" he asked skeptically.

She nodded and he left it at that. He crawled over her and laid down on the bed spread eagle. Kimiko rolled on top of him and stuck her bottom lip out in a pout and said, "You don't have any peaches."

He smiled and said, "Izuna's getting some for me. I ran into him in the hall and he was going that way anyway." She smiled and snuggled up to him and waited ever so patiently for her peaches. And five minutes later she got what she wanted. Izuna knocked and then opened the door holding a bowl of peaches. Kimiko jumped up and ran to him, pecking him on the cheek as she did so.

Madara did not approve of that though and said, "Hey! That's not okay, you can only kiss me. Me alone, got it?" his eyes flaring with jealousy and anger as he stared at Kimiko.

"Okay Mada," she went back to him and said, "I'm sorry Mada, I was only saying thank you."

"Next time say it instead of kissing him on the cheek." Madara growled at her. He shot his brother a death glare, and Izuna only put his hands up in a sign of submission. Madara wrapped his arms around Kimiko as she sat between his legs with the bowl of peaches on her lap. Madara's chest pressed against Kimiko's back.

"Brother, I also needed to talk to you for a moment." Izuna glanced down at his nails and then looked up to meet his brother's eyes. "About the Senju," he added just to make sure his brother was listening. Izuna smiled as Madara released Kimiko and walked over to his side.

"What is it?" he asked quietly, clearly not wanting to worry Kimiko.

"They plan to attack at nightfall. We need to prepare for the attack."

Madara glanced back at Kimiko and then back to his brother. "I will meet you in my office. We will discuss this further there." Izuna nodded and gave a slight bow to his brother and left, giving Kimiko a slight wave as he departed.

"What's up Mada?" Kimiko asked gently as Madara began to gather a few things, including his katana.

"The Senju are going to be attacking tonight, but don't worry. We will be ready." Madara glanced up at his wife for a moment to see the worry in her eyes. He knew there was no point in telling her not to worry, but it made him feel better. He walked to her and kissed her lightly and then departed, leaving Kimiko alone with her peaches.

As Madara stocked to his office annoyed at the Senju he noticed how very quiet it was. He didn't understand why it was so quiet at three in the afternoon, it didn't make any sense. He picked up his pace. He knew something was terribly wrong and found himself angry about locking himself away with Kimiko all day. He was neglecting his work and that was not okay. When he reached his office he rushed in, his brother sat on his desk, eating an apple.

"Izuna, where is everybody?"

Izuna sighed and said, "Well, I believe they are all waiting for you to give further instruction. And the females are probably trying to keep their children safe at home."

"And why wasn't I contacted sooner?" Madara growled.

"Because you were with your wife and no one wanted to interrupt that. I even was hesitant." Izuna said with a shy smile.

"We weren't making love! We won't be until she has the baby!" Madara's sexual frustrations were rising to the surface again and he didn't want his brother to see his weakness.

"And now is that on doctor's orders or her demands?"

"She didn't 'Demand' anything. She requested and I complied, nothing more nothing less!" Madara felt his temper slipping away from him as his brother began to prod into his sex life when his people were in danger.

"But surly—,"

"Izuna! Get back to the matter at hand!" Madara felt the dull throb in his chest again. It was starting to become more frequent, which worried Madara.

"Yes, I almost forgot completely." Izuna smiled as he bit into his apple.

"I know," Madara muttered under his breath.

"Anyway, a large group of Senju Jonin are planning to pull a sneak attack to capture Kimiko."

Madara growled in utter distaste. "I'll kill them all!" His eyes spinning in anger.

"Brother relax, nothing is going to happen to Kimiko. We won't allow it, but I believe it would be the wisest to stay with Kimiko, unless you wish another ninja stay with her."

"Another ninja…" Madara was torn between jealousy and his duty. He knew that Kimiko would be safest with him, but knew that his people would need him. The throbbing in his chest wasn't helping decide, it was making matters worse.

"Madara if an enemy gets past our defenses then Kimiko could easily get captured if another ninja is with her, because two people can't take on everyone at once. Someone could easily slip past us when we're fighting and get to her. I don't doubt the skill of the others but really Madara, someone may slip by and take her. You have to be willing to deal with the fact that when you get back she might not be there."

Izuna was pushing all the right buttons, but why? When had Izuna ever cared about Madara's wife? Madara didn't understand. He knew that they had gotten along fairly well lately. That damn kiss on the cheek was evidence of that. But still, it wasn't fitting together. Izuna detested her only months ago and now suddenly he was worried about her well being. It wasn't right, but neither was this sudden attack from the Senju. Madara ran his hand through some of his long black hair as his mind whirled. All the possible outcomes played through his head. Most of which involved Kimiko in Senju captivity. He growled in indecision as he wondered what Kimiko would say is best. He looked at his brother and said, "What would you do?" He found that asking for advice on what his brother would do eased his mind.

"Well, if I were you I would ask Kimiko if she would be willing to risk her life for her clan. Depending on her answer I would either stay or go." Izuna answered thoughtfully.

Madara began to think aloud. "That would leave her in a tight space. If she were to say no, I wouldn't want to risk my clan for her. I would disregard my love for her and fight with the clan against the Senju. If she were to say go with Izuna and fight, well then I would want to stay with her though she wanted me to fight."

"Exactly brother. If you were to find out her loyalties now then things will be easier later." There it was. Madara finally understood the dark side of Izuna's 'compassion'. He was trying to play games with Madara's mind, but now Madara knew the game. He eyed his brother, never giving away his suspicion as he pondered her answer. If she did say no it would be perfect for Izuna. If she said yes than everything would backfire in Izuna's face. Madara, however, wasn't sure what his wife would say. He hoped she said go, but there was always the chance she'd say no. He sighed, already reeled into his brother's little game.

"Yes, I see." Madara's voice held a double meaning. "I'll go ask her now. You are to stay here until I return." Madara had added emphasis on the last part. He watched Izuna as he sat on his desk and continued to eat his apple contently.

"Sure, well come back when you're done."

"Sure," Madara waved him off and exited the room. He felt small when he reached his bedroom door. He heard Kimiko's quiet sobs as he stood there. He knew that she was crying because she didn't want him to go. He took a deep breath and entered the bedroom.

Madara looked at the crying Kimiko. Her soft white hair sticking to her wet cheeks. Her eyes puffy and red as tears fell from them. She looked up and saw him, and another cry erupted from her quivering lips. She ran to him and threw her arms around his body, holding onto him for dear life.

"Madara, I-I don't wa-want to lose you!" she sniveled as she gripped his shirt and looked up into his brown, almost black, eyes.

"You won't lose me. I swear I won't die on the battle field tonight." He was struggling to keep his own voice steady as he forced himself to remain indifferent. "But I need to talk to you about something very important."

He took her hands in his and kissed her gently and said, "Kimiko the Senju plan to capture you so they can use you against me." She stared up at him as though she knew they couldn't, wouldn't get to her. Madara wouldn't let them get her. Her looked caused him to slightly falter and drop his gaze. She suddenly realized how bad this could turn out.

She stopped crying and became more of a warrior than the girl Madara knew so well. She squeezed his hands and said, "You need to go and fight. Your clan needs you to go and fight. I will not let you stay and pamper me when all you really want is to be fighting the threat that is trying to overtake everything you love. I'm not going to say this very often Madara, but right now work is the most important thing. I come third in the list of things that you should be worrying about."

"Third?" he asked softly.

"Of course, it goes your clan, your brother and then me. Or maybe yourself somewhere in the mix." She smiled and he cupped her cheek. His eyes telling her all the emotions that he didn't know how to express. He gave her one last long, passionate kiss and then left her to fight. She had been right and that made him want to prove that he is everything she though he was. She needed him to be that, and hell, his clan needed him to be that. He decided no matter what there was no turning back. He would deal with Izuna soon, but now was not the time, and he needed to begin strategizing.

He walked, deep in thought, back to his office. He knew that his brother would question him about his conversation with Kimiko, but frankly it was none of his business. He began setting up the battle field in his mind. Going through a few strategies but not being satisfied with the end result, because they all ended with Kimiko getting taken. "Maybe it's just nerves," he said as he entered the room.

"What?" Izuna asked as he continued to lean against Madara's desk as though war wasn't going to break out. Madara shot him a dark look and ignored him.

"Madara, are you staying or going?" Izuna's eyes were staring a hole through Madara.

"I'm going Izuna. She asked me to go, and now you need to get your damn head in the battle field and out of my damn love life." Madara was trying to stay calm, but Izuna was ticking him off, again. He sat in his chair and pulled out a map of Uchiha and the surrounding area. He sneered as his brother slapped him on the back.

"Good for yo—,"

"IZUNA I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T STOP TOUCHING ME THEN I WILL FUCKING KICK YOUR ASS!" Madara's temper was flaring and his Sharingan was spinning rapidly in his eyes. A pain shot through his chest and he completely forgot his anger. He collapsed back into the chair and closed his eyes calmly. He was in terrible pain but his brother couldn't know that. No one could know that. He was going to have to deal with this alone. Even if that meant pushing everyone away.

He opened his eyes and looked at his startled brother. "Now Izuna, please leave so I can begin planning." His voice calm and collected. Izuna looked at his brother carefully and left him to his thoughts.

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