Only The Strong Survive

By: Mynce

A story about a women's internal struggle with a darkness no one could comprehend. TobMad/OC

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters except for my own (which are obvious)

Part One A:

Coldness

He stood over her quivering form, leering at her with gleaming red eyes. She sat on her knees bent over, pale against the moonlight, black cascading hair covering her face and back. Her eyes were closed tightly in utter despair and horror. She was kneeled in a pool of blood that had washed from outside the now closed door, her mothers blood. Little ripples flew throughout the endless supply of it as it continued to seep from the cracks.

She had cried, and screamed mourning the loss of her family. No tears were left and she merely gasped fighting to hold down bile in her throat. He had stood there the entire time almost gloating patiently throughout the entire ordeal. It was as though he was proud of his work and she had been the key in his plan.

He had gotten it all from her, secret ways into the Uchiha compound, all the information on the clan, everything. She hadn't known, she couldn't have begun to believe the truth that had been right in front of her eyes. He had been training Itachi Uchiha in secret the whole time, leading her to believe he snuck in to visit her and spend time with her and as a result of her foolish love, her whole clan now lay dead by his hands and the hands of Itachi Uchiha.

"That's enough" he suddenly announced, his voice laced with warning.

She stopped gasping and was silent in terror. Would he kill her now? Now that he had gotten what he wanted?

He laughed mercilessly, "I know what your thinking my love.."

Was it a threat? She couldn't tell, his voice had changed from the fun loving one she was use to, to a bitter cruel voice laced with venom.

"To-Tob.." she had tried to talk, stuttering what she had known to be his name.

He laughed again and leant down so that he was eye level. He than reached out his hand and placed it on her chin, forcing her head to jerk up and her eyes to meet with his sadistic red ones. Her coal black eyes were wide and glossy, hollow and lifeless.

"That's not my true name.. Kyra.. Say it.."

She knew right away what he wanted her to say but she couldn't bring her self to do it. She merely stared at him dumbly not knowing what else to do. He suddenly lost pertinence and gripped her chin forcefully. At this point a wild thought entered her head, would he rape her? If he did, if he raped her in her mothers blood and the smell of death all around her, she knew she would throw up.

"No.. I would not rape you here, I am not so cruel my love.." he said, "that's not to say I would never rape you" he finished truthfully.

Fear gripped her heart in such a way it sent a tremor down her spine. He smiled and leaned forward until her was speaking directly into her ear.

"Itachi wanted to kill you and I told him no" he let out a lustful sigh, "you see my love I have grown rather fond of you."

He leaned back and let go of her chin, "now say my true name.."

She whimpered, "M-Ma-Madara.."

Than he leaned forward completely and pressed his mouth to her quivering one. She would throw up if he didn't stop. As soon as he kissed her he was standing up again,

"Tell me Kyra.. Will you run or stay to die like the rest of your clan?"

She looked up suddenly at him startled, what was he playing at? She stood slowly on shaky legs, her night gown sticky with blood.

"If you run, I will hunt you, maybe not now and maybe not a year from now. I will have you though and you will be tormented with nightmares, I will be in your wake and dreams. If you stay, you will be killed and be at peace with the rest of your clan. Its your turn to move Kyra.."

She took a step back in shock, would she stay and die like the rest of her clan? Would she run like a coward and cling to her pitiful existence? And than she made her choice, without hesitation. She turned and ran to the door, flung it open and took flight. His mocking laughter followed her out of the house, down the street and out of Konohagakure.

Part One B:

Coldness

It had been ten years, ten tormented years where her hate for herself grew until it consumed her. She was a shell now, a twenty four year old shell of what she had been. She had not been able to activate her Sharingan in the ten years the followed the slaughter of her entire clan. When she had ran that night, she had abandoned her clan and any idea of ever becoming a ninja. Now she spent her days trying to stay above her insanity and live out her life as best as she could.

She had chosen a small rural village, six hours into no mans land just outside the walls protecting the Land of Fire. There she slowly made a life for herself, telling no one of her connections or of her past. She merely went by the name Kyra, no longer an Uchiha.

How she had shamed her family and her clan, how she had shamed the Uchiha name.

Madara Uchiha, a man everyone thought to have been dead had tricked her into falling for him. He had gone by the name "Tobi" a fun loving innocent guy who had continuously used the excuse that he was to shy to meet her family.

No she would not think of it, he already took over her dreams, he would not steal her waking life as well.

She sat at her tiny kitchen table slowly sipping from a glass of Vodka, her third cup and was more than slightly drunk. She liked it best when she was intoxicated because she felt no more sadness. All she felt was a numbing that filled her entire being.

Kyra had started to drift off but what rudely interrupted by an obnoxious knocking at her door.

"Kyra you little angst bitch I know your in there!"

And suddenly her door swung open to reveal a man with spiked black hair, a medium build, blue eyes and a women with long jetted red hair and green eyes. Her two best friends, Kori and Tayen.

"You have got to be kidding me" Tayen announced, "its two o clock in the afternoon and your already so drunk that your leaning your head into the sink."

Kyra lifted up her head startled and half her hair was pulled out of the sink, sopping wet. Oh yea she had been doing dishes before she started drinking.

"Women please" Kori stated as he grabbed the vodka bottle and quickly emptied the contents (ignoring Kyra's pleas).

Kyra slumped her shoulders in defeat and eyed the red tiling on her kitchen counter. It was crisscrossed and outlined in a thin black with silver speckles. Never had her kitchen counter looked more beautiful than at that precise moment and it would never look so serine again. Kyra unstuck her eyes and looked up at Tayen, whom was eyeing her with utter annoyance.

"Your pathetic sometimes" Tayen all but spat and Kyra couldn't agree more.

"Poor me poor me what the fuck is wrong with you?" she continued and Kyra knew this would soon lead into a lecture if she didn't intervene.

"Heyyyyy wanna go shopping ol buddy?" she stammered and noticed that her sentence hadn't come out the way she intended.

"Ohmigod well your drunk?" Kori inquired.

Kyra shrugged and stumbled to her feet, "surewhynot?"

And that was how the rest of her day was spent, stumbling from store to store with Kori and Tayen. Slowly working off her drunkenness and trying on red skimpy dresses Kori had picked out for them. Kori had an amazing cense of style and handled himself with a dignity no man should have possessed. By the time Kyra got home she had two shopping bags of new purchases and a headache that would make a monk swear.

She walked up to her bedroom and dumped her stuff on the already messier than thou floor. She slugged to her bathroom and started her nightly routine of showering, brushing her teeth and combing her hair. Than she pulled a pair of pyjama pants and t-shirt from her closet and pulled them on. After wards she turned her light off and fell on her bed, utterly wasted.

That's when it happened; her neck hairs stood up.

Now usually this meant she was cold or uncomfortable but on this peculiar night it meant something else, something foreign. Kyra shot up suddenly, her eyes wide and her heart pounding. She waited a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the utter darkness and tried to see without any such luck.

Something was wrong, so wrong that it left her too terrified to get of the bed and switch on the light. For a split moment she wanted to pull the covers over her head and prey that whatever was wrong would go away. What was left of her training told her that something was out of place in her room, and she was sure that if she had stuck with it she would've known. She steadied her breathing and strained her ears trying desperately to hear something.

She could almost hear it, almost hear the abnormality. What was it? What was her body trying to tell her?

Than without warning arms shot out from behind her and circled her, all she could do was let out a blood curdling scream.