{madaraxoc}MadaRache
Chapter: One
British Columbia, Canada
''Let's go on a romantic trip to Toronto, Honey.'' Mack said.
Ah, baby, please try to get the money. I so much want us to go on this trip because I have such a very, very special surprise for you."
With that being said. For a whole six months, Rachelle had worked on planning the trip, which she'd come to think of as their honeymoon. A "pre-honeymoon," she called it in her mind. "The decision maker," she said to herself, then smiled.
Two days before Mack had suggested for a romantic trip, Rachelle was balancing Mack's household-accounts check-book when she saw a canceled check for five thousand dollars made out to a jewelry store. As she held the check, tears of happiness came to her eyes. "An engagement ring," she'd whispered. That Mack had spent so much was proof that even though he was a tad stingy on small things, when something really counted, he was generous.
For the next few months Rachelle had walked on clouds. She cooked wonderful meals for Mack and had been especially energetic in the bedroom, doing everything she could think of to please him.
She made reservations at the most romantic, most exclusive hotels Niagara Falls had to offer. When she'd asked Mack's opinion of a hotel, he'd winked at her and said, "Spare no expense for this trip." She'd ordered brochures, bought travel books, read and researched until she knew the names of the areas in Toronto.
Mack's only stipulation had been that he wanted a romantically exciting trip as well as fun, so she'd compiled a list of many things to do that were close to their lovely hotels—which was easy to do, since Niagara Falls is known to be a very exciting and fan place for lover's enjoyment.
~Few months late~
They'd finally arrived at the Sheraton Hotel, which was located across from Niagara Falls on the 20 Aces Fall Avenue. Their hotel room was flawless, it'd a living-room with big windows, huge mirrors that hung on wall, she thought everything was as perfect as she wanted. She was on her way to the bedroom to check it out when she heard Mack saying something on the phone, he was in their b-room. She made up her mind to eavesdrop on the conversation.
''Sweetest Natalie.'' Don't be silly….You don't have to cry over a little present, I'd give you everything in the world and you know it. A five thousand dollar diamond bracelet doesn't mean a thing. ''You are my mother after all.'' After a while she heard him say good bye to his mother and hung-up the phone started walking towards her.
Rachelle couldn't prevent the gasp that escaped her after she heard what Mack just said, for she knew what was supposed to be her engagement ring was actually a diamond bracelet given to an old woman? Her heart was beating to fast she thought she would pass out, the idea of no marriage proposal, and certainly no engagement ring, was giving to her a heart-attack.
When Mack came out of the room finding her frozen on the door way, he know she'd heard the conversation he'd with his mother but he didn't care and just ignored her. He made his way to the living room leaving her standing behind him. After he vanished, she pulled herself together gathering all her courage and followed him.
"Are we going to get married?" she whispered. "Is it ever going to happen, Mack?"
Where did you get that idea? I don't think I've done anything that would give you that impression. If bringing you to this trip gave you that stupid idea then I'm sorry to disappoint you.
The anger she felt at that moment could bring back the dead to life. '' FIRST OF ALL, YOU DID NOT BRING ME HERE. SECOND, IT'S NOT STUDIP TO WANT TO MARY A MAN I'VE LOVED FOR YEARS! She yelled at him.
If any thing, I brought you here, I paid for this trip, hotel, room-service and also rented the car we're using! While you were busy spending your entire pay check on a five thousand bracelet you gave your mother; I was spending my money on this damned trip, thinking something good will come out of it.
''Boy, was I ever wrong.''
"SMACK"
How dare you? You have got some nerve talking to me like that.
Rachelle stared in horror, she couldn't believe what just happened.'' Mack had actually hit her.
Angrily, he turned away from her. " if you don't start showing a little maturity and generosity there won't be future for this relationship." And by that he went back into the bedroom.
Rachelle wasn't sure what to do, so she considered one of the options that was running wild in her brain; scream, jump off the balcony, go in their bedroom and beat the crap out of her boyfriend, or simply gather her belongings and take the next plane home.
After a considerate amount of time, she settled for a walk. Perhaps a long walk would help clear her head, a cleared mind would help her think rationally before she said or did something she would come to regret later. Quietly she left the hotel building taking the route that lead to niagara falls.
She'd some serious decisions to make and she wanted time to think. Should she stay and be miserable, or should she leave? If she left now, she knew Mack would never forgive her and all the time and effort she'd invested in him would have been for nothing.
The Uchiha Compound
Uchiha Madara was trying to concentrate on the letter he was writing, the latter probably was one of the most important documents he'd to write. Everything depended upon this letter: his Honor, his Clan, his Family's future—and his life and it was to be delivered to the Uchiha elders for review in two hours. It was an important document regarding the Peace Treaty. That bastard Senju had sent the said document a week ago.
Madara-sama, your brother is here to see you, he says it's urgent, would you like me to let him in sir? Said one of his bodyguards. ''Sure let him in.'' Hello brother? Izuna Uchiha greeted. Beautiful day we're having, I thought we could go outside for a walk at the river. You have been to occupied these days that I barely see you!
''Oh, Izuna.'' I know, I've been busy and for that I apologize, but I promise to go with you anywhere you want tomorrow. Ok?
"You always say the same thing every time I ask," Fine I'll listen, however I'll be here fast thing tomorrow morning. I'll take my leave now, Enjoy the rest of the day Madara-sama. After his little brother left, Madara sighed and continued with his writing, for once his brother didn't over react about being turned down. The well being and the safety of his brother and the clan was his top-priority, He had to work his ass off. He would gladly die for his beloved Izuna to live in a safe environment.
As he went back to writing the letter, he began to hear a woman weeping. He ignored the weeping, he thought he was just hearing things. After a few minutes the sobbing became even louder. Annoyed, he got up and walked to the large window opposite to where he was sitting, looked out he saw no one. No women were allowed on the floor where his office was.
The room he was in had walls so thick he could hear nothing from outside, and the oak door was heavy, besides if his guards saw anything suspicious they'd take care of it or inform him at once.
To his annoyance, the woman continued weeping as if her cat had died. He didn't see this weeping woman nor did he get any report from his guards regarding a crazy crying woman walking around. "She is not of this world," Yeah, that must be it he told himself, then gave a shiver as he crossed himself. He sat back down at the chair and again began to write. But the moment he sat down, he heard her again. Her weeping had grown to loud the entire village would hear.
Madara cocked his head to one side and listened. Yes, she was weeping, but her tears were not from fear, or even from grief. No, he could feel that the source of her pain came from something deeper.
"No!" he said aloud. He did not have the time to try to understand this woman, whether she was of flesh or spirit. Was unimportant, he gave his attention back to the letter, but he could not concentrate. The woman's tears were pulling him to her. She needed something, but he could not tell what. Did she need comfort? Soothing? What did she want of him?
He was getting really angry now, the woman's tears were filling his head. No, he thought, what she needed was hope. The weeping was from a person who no longer had hope.
Madara wrote two more lines, but then he'd stopped. The crying was increasing, growing louder. As it increased in volume, it seemed to grow inside until it filled every corner of the room—and every nook inside his brain.
"Lady," he whispered, his voice filled with desperation, "give me peace. I would give my life to help you, but I cannot. My time is pledged elsewhere." Doing his best to block out the sounds from the woman, he closed his eyes.
But his pleas meant nothing, for the woman's weeping grew and grew until the inside of Madara's head began to go round and round. Slowly, he opened his eyes, but he saw nothing. Before him was only darkness. He could not see the walls of the room or the door. He could feel the chair beneath him, but he could no longer see the table or the letter that was so important to him.
But as he sat there, a small, bright light appeared in the far distance, and Madara felt himself drawn to the light. As he looked at that tiny speck so far away, it was as though nothing in his life had ever mattered but that light.
"Yes," he whispered. Then he closed his eyes and gave himself over to the sound of the woman's tears. Slowly, his body relaxed and he put his head down beside the letter he'd been writing. "Yes," he whispered again as he surrendered himself.
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