Prolog
Sighing Tsunade stared at the mess in the room: Dozens of scrolls and books lay disorderly around, covered in dust. In one cupboard she could see ampoules with sticky grey substances in it. A rat had run away as soon as she had opened the door to this forgotten room which seemed to be unopened for years.
"Lady Tsunade, there you are!" Her assistant Shizune came running to her with Tonton in her arms. "I have found more medical reports and put all of them on your desk Lady Tsunade."
The woman who already rummaged through the piles of papers only nodded. Shizune coughed because of the dust that was rising. "What are you searching Lady Tsunade? It doesn't look like the Third had paid this room lot of attention, the files are probably unimportant. There is other work waiting for you already" Shizune said thinking of the high paper piles in Tsunade's new office in the Hokage tower. It was only one day after she became the fifth Hokage and the elders insisted that she should work through the most important files regarding everything that was even in the slightest important to be Hokage to be fully prepared to the job.
Tsunade though didn't listen to her but continued rummaging, throwing one book and scroll after another to the side, followed by the ampoules after she had sniffed the substance but only grimaced at the scent.
"Then at least let me continue this!" Shizune tried again becoming slightly nervous. She really wanted her master to be a great Hokage but she thought that rummaging through dusty papers wasn't exactly the job to do for the head of the village.
"I'm almost done" the blonde woman said and only ten long minutes later she left the room with her arms filled with one book and four scrolls. With her face covered in dust she stepped down the hallway with Shizune on her tracks, until she reached her new office. Making her way through the body-high piles she let herself fall into the chair and placed the first dusty scroll onto the desk to read it.
"Lady Tsunade, don't you think you should first read the more important scrolls?" Shizune asked desperately.
"Later" the slug princess replied. "Could you please bring me some tea Shizune?" she asked while her eyes already were reading the first sentences of the scroll.
Shizune just sighed and bowed. "Yes Lady Tsunade."
Tsunade though didn't hear anymore her as she was completely deepened into the scroll.
It's the first great ninja war. I call it the first because I'm sure that other wars among the shinobi will follow.
The Senju and the Uchiha, currently the two biggest and most powerful ninja clans, are also deadly enemies. Whenever a village has problems with the one clan, it hires the other one to protect itself, or when a clan wants to get rid of another one they hire for example the Senju whereas the targeted clan hires the Uchiha.
It is a bloody war that already took and will take too much time. No side would give in; no side would ever forgive the other and even though in the beginning of this whole drama it just had been a battle between these two big clans, other clans and villages were drawn time after time into the war until it spread all over the world like a virus.
Your surname or your family symbol is enough reason for a strange person whom you never met before to kill you – whether you are a child, a woman, a civilian or a man.
It is the cruelest time of our history, everybody is guilty in some way even though no one would ever admit it, everybody commits crimes day by day, everybody, even six year old children, are bloodthirsty killers, and everybody hates for no real reason.
My clan always says that our power had to be love whilst the Uchiha's power is their jutsus and skills. However, these sayings are only to make us think that we are better than our black-haired and red-eyed enemies, to make us think that we are less cold-asshole-like. The truth is though that we actually are all alike whether one was an Uchiha or a Senju, we are both fighting senseless wars, we are both killing innocents, we both have blood on our hands, and both of us would never back down.
Both of our clans are caught in an endless cycle of hate.
I realized this fact when I was on a mission with my team to take care of a clan which had formed an alliance with the Uchiha recently but had settled down near from where we were camping. The clan was a direct threat to us so my team got the mission to make sure that they would never ever be able to spy on us.
We sneaked into the clan's hideout at dawn and killed everyone and everything that crossed our way. And it was the first time in my fourteen year old life that my opponent wasn't a trained shinobi but a small child not older than eight who hold a kunai in his shaking hand. The rules they're teaching us say that we should kill everyone who carries the enemies crest. A child isn't a child anymore when it is able to held a weapon, because then it's a worthy shinobi and able to fight and being killed.
I never once liked this rule but I always had grumbled about it in silence or when standing in front of the small coffins with children laying in it. But this time, it was different.
The boy knew that I could kill him in a blink of an eye and I saw the fear clearly written in his face. He was shaking so bad like a leaf, sweat ran down his skin and blood from a cut on his palm he must have cause accidently himself covered the handle of the kunai.
"Hey Nami, we're done, everyone's dead and-"
Kaito stopped next to me, gazing at the fearful boy and then at me. "Why didn't you kill him yet?"
I only shook my head. "He… He's just a child Kaito" I whispered.
Kaito looked at me like I was completely crazy. With a sigh he took out a shuriken. The boy was dead in an instant and fell down on the ground; the kunai still in his clutched hand, his lifeless dull eyes which were looking at me with a mix of surprise and fear.
I bit on my under lip and suppressed the upcoming tears.
Shinobi aren't allowed to cry because it only shows ones weakness. But I still feel sad when I think about that boy today. I only know that he had dark short hair and brown big innocent eyes.
However, after that incident my worries whether the system we shinobi had created was really that wonderful like they wanted us to believe increased. What system can be right if it costs dozens of children their lives every day?
Not only a week after the incident I quit as ninja and moved into a still peaceful and small village that was allied with the Senju, and settled down there. I was the only ninja living there but I can tell that the others all knew how to fight even though they were civilians. But they were still happy to have me because of course they feared an attack to happen in every moment.
For three months I lived there, becoming much calmer and finally was able to relax a little bit and to find peace. Even the nightmares I had about the fearful shaking dead boy slowly faded away and I thought that I would never ever leave this peaceful village in my life – that was until we received the message that enemy troops were moving in our direction.
About that village, one has to know that even though it is so small the temple that was built in the middle of it held some important secrets about the Senju. I think it was Hashirama who decided to put the most important information about our clan hidden in such small civilian alliance villages where none Uchiha would ever search after it. For years it had worked, until that day.
I still don't know how they found out but that wasn't important at that time anyway. According to the message the troop heading to our location were Uchiha and seeing that in the village were except for me only living civilians it was clear right away that we didn't stand a chance against them. So to protect this information the village elders entrusted me with the scroll and I ran away from my new home as fast as I could while the citizens were trying to hold off the Uchiha, with the prize of their lives.
The only thing we didn't think about though was the fact that the Uchiha had a presentiment that we would try to run away so while six of them were heading straight to the village others hid in the forest nearby.
I of course didn't sense any of them as I dashed through the trees, jumping from one branch to another, trying to push the thought away that I would never see most of the villager's citizen again.
Suddenly a figure stepped in my way and I saw the blink of a kunai. I just dodged it in time but the blade still scratched my left arm. I crouched down on the branch and stared at the person who was standing in my way. He had black spiky hair, was dressed in black clothes and a red armor and looked down at me with red eyes.
Of course I recognized him immediately… Madara Uchiha, the head of his clan. The fact that he was an Uchiha and I a Senju made us to enemies right away. Maybe I should point out that back then I wore a dark shirt, blue ninja pants and an armor with my family crest on it.
I knew that I was screwed; I wasn't and still not am nearly as good as to oppose such a powerful man but I never would back down either. I would protect this information under all cost whether it seems to be utterly stupid and worthless anyway.
"A weak Senju woman… didn't they had anyone better in this pathetic village left to save this scroll?" Madara asked with his dark voice, filled with arrogance, power, and disgust. Yes, he is a racist who thinks that women don't belong on the battlefield. In fact even most in my clan think the same too but once in a while there is a woman who proves them otherwise – and I am one of these exceptions. Oh and adding Madara is just hating every Senju in general of course.
But back to our first encounter:
I didn't say anything so he continued: "I make it easy for you: Hand me over the scroll and I won't harm you. I'm in a good mood today after all." He smirked slightly but I only narrowed my eyes at him.
"Don't give me that crap! You're never going to let me live, after all I am a Senju."
He chuckled coldly and it gave me goose bumps. "You're right, you will die here. But I promise you, woman, that I will give you a merciful death if you give me the scroll instantly. Otherwise you will suffer before I will take it anyway." Now he looked bored but I still didn't care. I had my pride, or just wanted him to prove wrong calling me weak, or thought that a miracle would save me. However, I didn't back down.
"If you want it, fight with me over it!" I growled and changed in battle stance, drawing out my katana. For a split second I could see surprise in Madara's eyes but then he chuckled again.
"Foolish woman, even in a hundred years you will not be close to be an opponent to me. But if you want to suffer that badly…"
In the next second our weapons clashed together. Madara was faster, stronger and more skilled that I was and it was quickly clear that he had the upper hand. It felt to me likt the fight lasted an eternity but in reality it only took a few seconds until I lay beaten on the ground, choking blood and a deep wound in my side, my right leg was broken, and Madara held my katana to my throat.
"Like I said Senju woman, you are no match for me." He sighed and shook his head in disappointment. "Oh Hashirama, how desperate must you be to let weak pathetic woman like this one on the battlefield? This is truly just sad to watch…" he mumbled to himself. The blade of my katana scratched at my skin and I could feel the blood running down my throat.
"Hm, this weak pathetic woman made sure that you will never get the information written in the scroll" I said weakly but grinning just to grimace in pain afterward.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "What do you mean with that?"
If I now think about it I would say that I just should have shut up. I should have died, knowing that it would take him days to find a way to undo the seal… but stupid as I am back then I couldn't help myself saying: "I sealed the scroll with one of the rarest unknown seals on this world. Even if you have the scroll, you will never read it because you won't be able to release the seal."
While he still held the blade at my throat he took out the scroll which he had taken from me earlier from under his clothes. He studied the seal and from his frustrated and angry face I could see that he knew that I was telling the truth.
In the next moment the blade left my throat and the Uchiha threw the scroll next to my head. "Undo the seal then" he growled but I didn't even make the attempt to reach out my hand to grab the scroll.
"No" I said determined and that's the last I can remember before waking up as a prisoner in Uchiha territory. I think my last thoughts were something like: He can kill me now, I don't care. I will die knowing that he would rack his Uchiha brain in trying to undo the seal which I learned by the way from the Uzumaki clan who are very famous for their brilliant sealing techniques.
At that point I was really ready to die on the forest ground, lying in my own blood, staring up at my enemy.
But of course it never goes like one wish or thinks. I didn't die there peacefully.
Instead I got a one-way ticket to Hell. Just because I had made this last stupid comment, because I had to reveal him that the information he wanted so much was sealed with a seal he didn't know but I.
I was thrown into a Hell of suffering, humiliation, pain, breaking, and fearing for mine and others lives.
I assure you that you won't learn any important information if you read on; this is just the story of me: Nami Senju, once a strong and proud shinobi, now prisoner and toy of the Uchiha, and a broken mess. This is the story about my time in Hell, and Madara Uchiha is the devil.