This story is for one of my good friends, Kristen. She has always loved Madara, so I decided to write about story contains Madara x OC.
Naruto and Madara belongs to Masashi Kisimoto.
Chapter One:
Madara Uchiha was perfect. Even though he was over a century old, he still had the appearance of someone roughly in their early thirties. He had beautiful, luscious hair that was soft and thick. His eyes were dark and filled with personality. He was tall and muscular, with toned abs that could be seen clearly through his layers of black clothing. His skin was pale, almost white, from lack of sunlight. Madara was, indeed, perfect.
After seeing his face, it was quite obvious why he wore that stupid orange mask. If anyone saw him, man or woman, they would stop in their tracks and stare at his beauty.
So there I sat, watching him as he wrote poetry. That had always been a hobby of his, writing. Madara once told me that, when he was alone for all those years in hiding, he would pass the time by scribbling his thoughts down on paper.
Usually, it annoyed me when he wrote. It drove me crazy when he stayed up all night by the desk instead of in the bed where he belonged. But tonight was different. Tonight, I was going to tell him. I had put it off for so long, but now I had to tell. If I didn't, who knows how he'd find out. Yes, Madara had many sources, and, either way, he'd find out eventually. I just wanted to be the one to tell him.
"What is it, Kristen?" Madara woke me up from my thoughts. "Is something the matter?"
"Oh, nothing," I was too quick to respond.
"What's wrong?" he pressed, turning the chair around so he was facing me. "Tell me."
"I'm fine," I replied. Madara gave me a hard look, trying to get me to crack. I didn't.
"If I know anything, I know you are certainly not fine," he spoke slowly, putting emphasis on every word. "Don't make me force it out of you." His eyes glistened the color of blood. "Because you know I will."
I sighed, defeated. "There's nothing really wrong with me, it's just..."
"Just what?" Madara sat next to me and brushed the hair out of my face. "Is it that you've grown tired of me? Do you want a young, lively knight in shining armor instead of this?" He gestured to himself. "I would understand your reasoning entirely. Living in this cave, not able to leave this room often enough, it must be a horrible li-" He stopped as I put a finger to his lips.
"Age 'tis but a number," I quoted, almost crying. It would be a terrible life without my Madara. I could never leave him, never! "That's not it. I love you and you know that. The thing is, I'm..." I looked into his dark eyes, finding peace there. Just as I was about to continue my sentence, he placed his lips onto mine. It was a kiss like no other. Every kiss we had was different, and each was better than the last. This one was no exception. After a moment, we parted.
"Yes, my love?" Madara put his arm around me.
"I'm... I'm pregnant."
There was a moment of silence, then the Uchiha chuckled. "That's wonderful! And here I thought you were dying!"
"So you'll help me raise it?" I asked, relieved.
"Of course. It is my child, after all," Madara pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead and I knew everything would be fine.
Madara was perfect. And now his child grew inside of me. Everything was wonderful.
Could anything mess up their love? You'll just have to see!
Please review with any ideas that could help the story or help me improve my writing. If you have any predictions, I'd love to hear them!
Thanks for reading!
