Madara had me trapped, my hands above my head. So this is the end, huh, I always thought that Sasuke wold be the one to kill me.
Now I guess we'll never know who's stronger.
Wait how did I get into this situation anyway?
Flash back…
There he is, I can't be, but it is, it's Sasuke. He's right there, alone jumping through the trees, of cause I have to follow him.
Can I get any louder, if I'm not quiet Sasuke will hear me stopping my pursuit.
But it wasn't Sasuke who detected me, it was Madara.
Whack.
Madara just shoved me to the ground while Sasuke kept on going, I wanted to shout out and stop him from leaving but that fall had taken everything out of me and I could talk or even wince as Madara grabbed my hands and pulled me up.
Back to time…
So that was what happened he wanted to break out, to wriggle free but he got no such chance as he was being held firmly and he still couldn't move from that fall.
Dammit.
It was all over, any second now Madara would deliver the final blow. He shut his eyes, wincing as he did, waiting for the blow to come.
That's when it happened, but it wasn't the attack he had prepared himself for, no, in a way it was worse – much worse! For what he felt wasn't a weapon or jutsu, but Madera's lips pressing against his own. What could be worse than this, being kissed by the enemy, in a secluded area where no one could help him, and he couldn't help himself.
I hadn't meant for this to happen, I truly had been about to kill the boy, but he looked so cute and innocent preparing for the blow, I couldn't help myself.
I knew he couldn't and exploited that, but when our lips touched it felt so good, I couldn't stop there. I knew that I would regret it later but I just couldn't hold back, no matter how hard I tried, and trust me, I couldn't have tried harder.
Before I could grasp what was happening the boy was on the ground bellow me.
I tried so hard to stop myself, honest, but it was in vein, the sensation of his body coming into contact with my own was too great for me to resist.
I hope he doesn't hate me, was what I was thinking, but that didn't stop me from rubbing my hand up his shirt on his chest and lower down in some more, intimate areas.
A couple of times I heard little ground from the little blonde in my arms, though he tried to hide them.
We had gone to the point of no return. It must have been too much for the boy, as he'd fallen asleep. This was my chance to leave. I didn't want to hurt him anymore.
After all, I think that I'm in love with him, Naruto, the inspiration and hope for my enemies.