!!!WARNING!!!...Now that I have your attention, I would just like to point out something before this story even begins. I KNOW that Madara may appear to be ooc compared with the current storyline of Naruto, but please realize that this is around 75 years before the canon storyline starts, and his personality was slightly different back then in this story. So please don't comment that "ooh he is so ooc!!" :) Thanks. And know...

Everlastingly Yours

Chapter One:

There was never any sunlight in this accursed country. This, Rain country. The relentless pounding of the rain off the metal pipes strung all around the village was burrowing into Madara Uchiha's mind like a drill. Both the stabbing pain, and the anger, were building up in his head like a terrible flame, strong enough even to burn the rain.

Today, Madara's arms were folded across his chest, his sinister eyes as black as coal staring out at the village, resenting it with every fiber of his being. Never would he understand why people consented to spend every hour of their life in such a place. And on a day like today, when the rain wasn't as bad as usual, hundreds of people pushed their way through the crowds to shop and converse. Voices upon voices, all harsh and rough. Voices to match their ragged, ill-favored appearances.

Thank the heavens he would be soon returning to his hidden fortress in a far off land. A very dry, sunny far off place. Slowly, he turned from his place at the large open window hundreds of feet up. In the very tip of the tallest tower in the village. The quietest, most secluded place for him to plan, plot and hone his deadly skills.

"My liege?" Asked a low voice from the door to his office. "More word from Izuna."

Madara's back was to the man, and the mere sight of the Uchiha Lord standing there brooding was enough to make his voice crack when he continued.

"The part of the clan that left with him has successfully reached the fortress with no casualties and has settled in comfortably."

"Do they require supplies?" Madara finally spoke. His sonorous, intense voice was befitting his appearance.

The Lord of the Uchiha's was tall and extremely muscular with broad shoulders and the classic black hair of the clan cut in the traditional style of the Uchiha that only the Lord was permitted to wear. And he wore it proudly indeed. But most would say, that at the same time, his face was both the most handsome and most fear-inspiring part of him.

His face was the epitome of masculinity and he exuded raw power from even the slightest of glances. People weren't sure how to react when they heard his voice. One minute it might be roaring in fearsome anger and the next, aloof and casual. Then there was his sharingan, the kekkai genkai of his clan that was renowned throughout the world. Amongst the close members of his clan, the Lord was almost a different person, for sure, a somewhat kinder and more concerned man.

And yet, for all his qualities, frightening and otherwise, the Lord Madara was upset that day. And it seemed nothing could change it. Not even good news of his beloved clan's safety.

"Leave me now, Tekke." Murmured Madara as he turned back to the window. "Return only at greatest importance until tomorrow."

With a black look on his face, Tekke bowed and murmured a farewell as he backed out of the room.

For a few minutes, Madara reclined on the windowsill, tiredly looking out at the village streets that were slowly emptying. An eerie quiet followed.

Flexing his fingers experimentally, Madara noted with more anger, the crest of his clan engraved into the metal back of his hand-guards. Trying to ignore them, he curled his hand back into a tight fist and leaned against the crumbling wall, his eyes closed. Outside the wide window, thunder lashed the slowly darkening sky.

There was...a voice...singing, nearly a mile below on the street.

At first, he wasn't sure if it was human. It was so...soft...and...relaxing...No. It must be his tired mind deceiving him. But then, it continued. As he tilted his head down to stare at the street with his bright red eyes, his black bangs fell over his face, casting it in eerie shadows.

The once bustling streets were completely deserted, except for one small figure. It was a young woman, making her way slowly on the walkway, singing quietly to herself. Even by Madara's standards, she was beautiful. No...a more appropriate term might be ravishing.

She had long onyx-black hair that fell over her forehead in soft bangs and rested just below her shoulder blades, and honey-toned skin that seemed soft even from faraway. Her face was picturesque, with dark green eyes and soft features. The only protection she had against the quickly rising wind was a thin black shirt and a pair of black pants.

Dark clouds rolled across the sky, thunderous claps of lightning racing to the ground in bright flashes. Then, the familiar pinging of rain off the steel pipes strung throughout the village, and the downpour began.

He saw it coming from his vantage point, but the young woman was caught completely off guard by the three men that sauntered out of the shadows and quickly surrounded her.

"Well, hello there, girl..." Mumbled one of the men, he had a disgusting look about him, and his breath smelt of alcohol to the lone girl. "I've been watching you for a long time...and I want you!" He lunged at her with a roar.

Her eyes widened fearfully as one of his accomplices grabbed her and put a knife to her throat. Passing dirty leers between each other, the man that had grabbed her handed her over to the first man without any hesitancy.

"Ah, isn't that cute?" He gurgled. "Her knees are shaking!" The smell of alcohol burned her nose as he put his mouth down beside her ear. "Squirming only makes it worse..." He hissed, running her hand around her back to her stomach.

"Let me go! Stop!" She finally found her voice, and cried out a desperate plea. But they were only reveling in her terror.

"Now...Do as I say!" The man roared suddenly, and there was a sudden loud snap.

Up in his room in the tower, Madara's eyes glanced away from the scene as her high-pitched scream of pain rang through him. Then, he whirled around, and walked out of the room.

Plip! The wet tears that rolled down her cheeks were indistinguishable from the rain that fell all around them. A dark shadow appeared in her vision, and she weakly raised her head, and stared ahead blankly, the terror replaced by a numb sensation.

Just as the next boom of thunder rolled through the storm clouds, two black shinobi sandals stopped just in the circle of her vision, and then there was a pressure on her neck. Her vision blurred, but she was well-aware of falling over and being caught up by somebody that cradled her broken arm carefully.

The rain seemed to stop, and she slowly realized that she was inside a building, and that the person carrying her was walking up stairs. She shivered, and felt the person stop and remove one of their arms. A door opened, and there was the sound of chair legs scraping hurriedly across a stone floor. She was put down gently on a soft chair.

"Open your eyes." Muttered a deep voice. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and then she froze, her spine ramrod straight. A pair of dangerous and vindictive bright red eyes were locked with hers.

This is my first story so please review and tell me if you want the next chapter! Its entitled: Never Fear

Preview:

"Never make the mistake of telling an Uchiha Lord what he can and cannot do. Such insolence!" Madara hissed, his red eyes flashing.
"And while you stay here under my hospitality...Remarks like that, are punishable with death!"