This is the first one shot in this series, that follows the time line of One Decision. If you haven't read that story, then this one will make absolutely no sense to you. These one shots will cover several years, leading up to the final story. *bows* Enjoy.

Warnings: Language, mental/physical torture, mpreg-ish (you'll see what I mean)

Summary: Orochimaru finally gets what he wants, plus some.

Orochimaru directed his chakra up and out of the ground, finding the way empty. He and Kabuto rose, searching immediately with eyes first, before coming up completely with their prize.

"There."

He looked the way Kabuto gestured, and saw a clear space just big enough for the three of them. He nodded and they entered. Kabuto kneeled next to the unconscious Madara, and he went about putting up the seals to keep their chakra from being sensed. This was too important to take any chances. As soon as the last one was painted, he bit his thumb and made several hand seals, pressing it to the main one on the dirt. His purple chakra spread to each seal, connecting to the one he had painstakingly made at the annex of the roots. As soon as it did, the color disappeared, leaving an invisible barrier. They could see out, but nothing could see or sense them.

When he turned, his assistant had already put the chakra suppressing cuffs on Madara's ankles and wrists, the strongest that Orochimaru had ever made.

"Heal him Kabuto," he hissed, kneeling on the other side of the prone man.

"Hai, Orochimaru-sama," Kabuto returned, and it began.

o-N-o-N-o-N-o-N-o

Madara awoke slowly, and for a moment he wondered if he hadn't gotten drunk and passed out. He never came awake this slowly. Then he remembered the last time he had been drunk, and immediately snapped fully awake. That had been several decades ago, before he became committed on the path he was now.

The first thing he realized was that he was chained to a floor, and the second was that he had no access to his chakra. The barest hint of panic came and went as he breathed, systematically testing the cuffs for any weakness. At the same time, he racked his memory for the reason for his current confinement. The last thing he remembered was hitting the stone cliff after Naruto had thrown him with a tail…a development that he hadn't expected. Seeing the blond turn into a smaller – though just as dangerous – Kyuubi had thrown him, he could remember that much. Though he was positive that if it had been Naruto that had captured him, he would be dead and not confined.

A shiver raced down his spine, and he knew that wherever he was, the sun had just gone down. As if on cue, two sets of footsteps started coming towards him, and with his trained ear, he could tell that both of them were trained shinobi. They wanted him to hear their steps.

When the door opened, admitting two shadows, he smirked.

"Whoever you are, I hope you know who you're dealing with."

"Never fear." His blood ran cold at the familiar voice. "I know exactly who I am dealing with, Uchiha Madara."

He made no noise or movement as a small chakra fire momentarily blinded him, and when he refocused, it brought him the faces of Orochimaru and Kabuto. He couldn't even be mad at himself for the curl of fear in his heart. Orochimaru was a man that no one wanted to mess with – which was exactly why he hadn't been killed when he left Akatsuki. Hell, Orochimaru was a man not even he wanted to fuck with.

"How did you capture me?" he asked coldly, stiffening his back and glaring with his one good eye at the snake nin. The other could see blurry shapes still, but he had been hoping to replace it with a Rinnegan eye when Pein finally died. All seven of him.

"You know me Madara. I'm an opportunist." Orochimaru's grin gleamed sharply in the darkness, and he knew what it meant. It was a promise. "You would have died by Sasuke-kun's hand, but I couldn't have that. You have the only Sharingan left open to me."

"So you knew of Itachi?"

Orochimaru sneered. "Hai. I have been keeping very close tabs on those three boys, and what they've been doing." He hummed. "I'm sure Pein knows as well. After all, he had Zetsu following them all the time."

Madara spit curses in his mind. Damn Pein. Zetsu was supposed to be his and his alone. He could only imagine what Pein had offered the plant man in exchange for his loyalty.

"I had been wondering what Zetsu was running off all the time for," he said with a shrug, keeping his voice nonchalant. He had to force his body not to tense when Orochimaru stepped closer, keeping a smirk on his face. "I don't feel so bad now for not being able to defeat them if you couldn't manage to keep hold of them. Both Naruto and Sasuke were living with you for a year, and yet they still escaped you." He shook his head sadly. "Poor Orochimaru, he-"

His body froze with mind numbing pain as Orochimaru struck, his head lashing out and sinking the sharp teeth into his exposed neck. It was only by sheer force of will that he stopped himself from screaming as pain worse than anything he had experienced before ripped through him. He couldn't stop his muscles from spasming and shaking, anymore then he could stop the burning of foreign chakra flowing through his coils.

He didn't realize he had closed his eyes until a punch to his face snapped them open. He tongued the new cut on his lip, glaring upwards at a smirking Orochimaru. He shuddered in revulsion when the paper dry hands caressed his face, his body immediately trying to jerk away from the touch. His head was grabbed and stars burst across his vision as it was slammed into the wall. He gasped, and didn't have the bearings to move away from the next caress.

"You are surprisingly attractive for a man as old as yourself," Orochimaru purred, and he sneered.

"I have a really good facial regiment. A nice scrub, some good lotion, the-"

Once again he was cut off with a punch, and curses flew from his mouth as the horrible truth of his situation really began to sink in.

"Don't take that tone with me Uchiha. If I didn't have a need for your eyes, I would have let you die on the cliff face." He got a good look on Orochimaru's face, and he could admit to himself that the smiling, pleasant face creped him out. Not that he would ever admit to anything of the sort out loud.

"You should have let me die. You'll never be able to take my mind over and get my eyes." His words were strong, a cocky sneer plastered on his face…and it all covered the small kernel of truth he was refusing to acknowledge.

"Hmm. We'll see. Kabuto."

Over the next few days, weeks…months, he found that there was no shame in screaming. It had actually become a way to help keep his mind from breaking under the physical and psychological assaults. Each day he could feel a little bit more of himself slipping into the darkness where everything around him was shattered. Days would go by without food or water, and then there would only be enough to keep him alive. Days where a feast would be brought into his room and he would be released, only to gorge himself silly and then regret it for a few days. Days where the physical torture never seemed to stop, and right on the heels of it came the gentle touches from Orochimaru that had him nearly purring like a fucking kitten.

The snake was never the one to cause any of the pain. That was always given to Kabuto, and the medic took a sadistic pleasure in it. Hell if he didn't know any better, he was sure that Kabuto probably got rock hard from it, and then went to Orochimaru begging to be fucked.

He snorted and leaned his head against the wall, trying so hard not to focus on what was happening to him, but unable to do anything but. He had been bitter before, but this was a different type. He knew exactly what Orochimaru was doing, and the worst part being that it was turning out to be a lost cause. His mind hadn't been broken yet, but he could see cracks spreading.

Sighing deeply, he smiled sardonically into the darkness of his cell. There was really no point in fighting anymore, and he knew that. It had been months, close to six if he was right, and no one had found them. He knew that there was no one who was looking for him; he wouldn't be missed. Not from Akatsuki, or even the world as a whole. Here he would sit in this fucking cave, and fucking rot, and dance to Orochimaru's fucking tune.

He growled and rubbed his face with his hands, feeling the few days growth of beard, and knowing the damn snake would be in here soon with a full blown facial. His chakra would still be sealed away, but he would be unchained. He had already learned the hard way that attacking them physically wasn't a good idea – though that wouldn't stop him. A large tub would be brought in with steaming water, and he would be cleaned – by hand – by Orochimaru himself. He knew the game that was being played, and yet he couldn't stop the small thread of caring that was present anytime Orochimaru was in the room. Each touch, each act of kindness was designed to bring him down, to offer himself to the snake – not that the damn Curse Mark wasn't doing enough of that.

It was working. He hated that fact, yet even though he knew the game that was being played, he couldn't stop his mind and emotions from falling right into place.

His hand meandered to the Mark, and he growled again, forcefully bringing his hand down to his lap. Sighing deeply again, he drew his knees to his chest, wincing at the feel of the slowly healing muscle damage in his body. The lashes and cuts on his back he didn't really feel anymore, but he knew that they were there.

He shut down everything when the click of sandals in the hallway alerted him to Kabuto's presence, and he sneered when the medic opened the door. It only deepened when a second person entered – someone that he hadn't felt, or heard.

"Pein." He spit the word, glaring at the pierced man.

"Madara. I never thought I would see you brought so low."

He laughed – a harsh, bitter sound. "It happens to the best of us."

Pein's expression never wavered. "Indeed." Then he turned to Kabuto. "I have seen what I needed to. Let your master know that he has his alliance."

Black rage and hate filled him, and for some unknown reason even to himself, he began to laugh. Everything had turned ridiculously funny for some reason.

Both figures stopped at the door.

"What is so funny, Madara?" Pein asked, the barest hint of curiosity coloring his voice.

"You…Orochimaru won't stop at Konoha! He will destroy the very peace you have been searching for!"

"Ah…perhaps. However, that is none of your concern anymore, is it?"

Then the door shut, and he was left once again in darkness, seething with rage.

o-N-o-N-o-N-o-N-o

Madara glanced up as light flooded his cell, involuntarily tensing against the thick, chakra suppressing chains that wrapped around him. A familiar silhouette entered, and he sighed in mock boredom. He would never let Orochimaru know that his heart tripped over itself in an effort to flee his body and the torture he had been enduring. Orochimaru would never know how close he had come to breaking his mind. Not until it actually broke.

"Maa maa Orochimaru," he sneered, looking lazily up into the amused, piercing golden eyes. "I would have thought you'd grow bored with me after a few months. I must be an interesting plaything for you to keep coming back for a year."

"Now Madara, don't use that tone with me." The bound man's eyes closed completely on their own will when paper soft fingers rested gently against his cheek, thick hated filling him when he leaned into the caress. "You won't receive your present."

He stiffened and drew away from the caress, glaring up suspiciously at the golden eyed man. "Present?"

Orochimaru smiled at him – the gesture full of sharp teeth. "Hai. Kabuto!" The shout echoed through the cave, making him flinch, but the ringing in his ears was forgotten when Kabuto entered, a figure following almost robotically behind him.

His eyes narrowed in surprise and speculation. "Haruno Sakura."

Orochimaru gave him a pleased grin and drew the girl deeper into the cave, running his white fingers through her vibrant pink hair. Now he could see the utterly blank stare and the rigid stance. She was being controlled.

"Hai. She was very careless on her last mission, and I was able to apprehend her quite easily. Kabuto."

The medic had a sneer on his face until he looked into the yellow eyes, and then he became as robotic and blank as Sakura. "Give Madara back his youth."

"Hai, Orochimaru-sama."

Madara opened his mouth to argue, to say something, but a band of pure purple chakra wound around his head, making a very effective gag.

"Tsk tsk Madara. You don't argue when someone plans to make you young again."

But what's the catch? He wanted to yell, but then Kabuto was kneeling by him, and liquid fire was entering his veins. He screamed soundlessly into the gag, and time lost all meaning. There was no thought in his mind – he couldn't even form a coherent thought. It was worse than anything he had ever felt before, even the torture that he had gone through at Kabuto's hand. He swore that he could even feel his fucking hair twitching in pain.

After who knows how long it finally began to recede, and then he realized that he no longer had a gag around his mouth. He had been screaming out loud, and when he realized that, he stopped. Forced it to stop. Panting, he relearned how to breathe around the twitching and spasming of his muscles, hearing the chains rattle as though from a distance.

Finally, finally it slowed, then stopped. Clenching his teeth he glared at Kabuto, but then his world stopped. He could see. He was looking through both his eyes, and there wasn't a film any longer on his left. Focusing on Kabuto, he felt his eyes widen in disbelief.

Kabuto was dead. No, not only dead. He was wizened like a mummy, his skin dry and stretched over the bones as though he had been dead for years.

"What did you do?" he whispered hoarsely. He knew that it had something to do with "making him young again" or whatever it was that Orochimaru had said. But he didn't understand how.

"Oh that was simple. I made him give you his life force. To make a long explanation short, you are currently his age. Or, what his age was."

Stunned, he turned his eyes to Orochimaru, and then narrowed them. "So why didn't you use it on yourself?"

The snake man smiled evilly, and ran a hand through the short, pink hair of Sakura. "I plan to. Excuse me Madara, I have a new medic I need to break in. Come, Sakura."

"Hai, Orochimaru-sama," she said emotionlessly, but he saw the shiver in her body as she turned and followed the Sannin.

He couldn't repress the smirk…or the curl of jealousy.

o-N-o-N-o-N-o-N-o

Making sure that Orochimaru was absorbed in brushing his hair – his now all black hair – Madara stared down into the water he was sitting in. Even after all these months – had it really been two years? – he still wasn't used to seeing a face he hadn't in over 50 years. His eyesight was bright and clear, his skin only holding the faintest of wrinkles, and his hair was a solid color once again. Maybe with a grey strand or two.

Sighing in pleasure he sank back, and Orochimaru laughed quietly behind him. A surprisingly warm hand caressed his cheek and he turned into it, giving the palm a soft kiss. He knew it was all a lie, this affection between them, but Orochimaru had broken him where no other person had been able to. That combination of pain and pleasure, terror and happiness, panic and calm, had shattered his spirit more effectively than any other torture.

He smirked though. It had taken two years to get him to this point, and it had really happened when he learned what Orochimaru was planning on doing. Konoha would be destroyed first with Pein's and Akatsuki help, and then any Village that tried to stand against them. Suna, Kiri…they would need to be destroyed, if only as a warning.

He was no longer in a cave, but in a rather lavish prison cell where he had freedom of movement. His chakra was still suppressed, but he had gotten over that long ago. Orochimaru had given him some of his pride back, at a time when he believed that he would never have anymore.

However…there was something that he wanted from the snake before he gave his life. How to approach it though…

"Will you take my face or keep yours?" he asked sleepily, but he knew there was an edge in his voice that Orochimaru would detect. The hands on his hair hesitated a brief moment, but quickly resumed.

"It can be either, or, or both," he responded easily and Madara nodded.

"You can combine two males DNA and make a child, correct?"

The hand stopped completely at his blunt question, but he was tired of beating around the bush with this. Ever since he had gotten his youth back, that question had been on his mind. He would have asked for Sakura, but she was too weak willed to carry a child of the Uchiha name and clan. He had been infertile because of his age, but now…

"I can."

Smirking, Madara turned in the large copper tub and cupped the white face between his dripping hands, wanting to laugh at the powerful feeling of his body. First thing he had done when getting this cell was to make sure to get his body back up to the pinnacle of his physical abilities.

"Then I think you should do so, Orochimaru. The moment I hold that child, see that it can be done, I will give you my body."

Orochimaru stared into his eyes, but for once in his life, he refused to hide anything. He wanted his lineage to live on, and judging by the relationships that Sasuke and Itachi had, neither one of them would be continuing the Uchiha legacy. And what better person to have a child with? He had always known how strong Orochimaru was, the stubborn, opportunist snake. He hated the man with a passion that was only rivaled by the love he felt for him. And he knew Orochimaru felt the same.

The only escape he had now was to give his body to Orochimaru. He was fine with that…as long as he got a child out of the deal.

"I have a better proposition." Orochimaru then hesitated, and Madara found his thumb absently rubbing along the slender jaw, almost in reassurance. How he wanted to curl his hands around that pretty neck though…

"I was born a simultaneous hermaphrodite."

Suddenly, a lot of things made sense to Madara. "So that's why you can take over the body of a female just as easily as a male…"

The golden eyes were wary, but it was shadowed by pride and arrogance. "Hai."

"Well then…" With a smirk he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the paper soft skin right by one of his thumbs. "Then what are we waiting for?"

He had never been interested in men, but for the chance to see his Clan become one of true power by Orochimaru's side…he would do this.

o-N-o-N-o-N-o-N-o

He smiled slowly as the bundle was presented to him by a still pale, but glowing Orochimaru. The past 9 months had been one of surprising wonder for him. Being able to hear the heartbeat that was steadily growing within Orochimaru, and then seeing the tiny bundle with a jutsu courtesy of Sakura gave him a sense of accomplishment that nothing else in his life had given him.

He smoothed a hand down the surprisingly thick head of black hair, and when it bounced back into its spikes, he knew the poor kid would have his hair. He ran a finger over the plump cheek, smiling slightly.

"Open your eyes dear one. Prove that you're an Uchiha."

As though roused by his father's voice, the child slowly batted his lashes, revealing the proof that he would need. When he finally saw them fully, his eyes narrowed in surprise and wonder. They were the classic black that all Uchiha were born with, but Orochimaru's blood was clear. The color around his pupil was a pure gold, and he smirked as the man himself walked up behind them, a chin being placed on his shoulder.

"You should be proud, Madara. I never planned on having children, or if I did, they would have been adopted. Your precious lineage is secured."

"Hai. As is yours, Orochimaru."

A slender finger reached around, and traced the brow of the infant. "Hai, it is."

Slowly, very slowly, the black changed to the crimson of the Sharingan, and his breath stopped. This was what he had been waiting for. The sign that his child would indeed be a user. For a total of five hours after birth, a child who could use the Sharingan would manifest it to the fullest extent that they could use it. Not many people knew that…in fact, the ones that did were dead along with the rest of his Clan.

What surprised him as tomoe's whirled into existence in both eyes, was that the gold didn't leave. Until the ring that contained the tomoe it was the same luminous gold of Orochimaru's eyes, but everything past was bloody crimson.

"Well that's unexpected," Orochimaru muttered from his shoulder, and he nodded mutely. Rarely had any Uchiha been born from someone with as much potent chakra that Orochimaru carried. Maybe that was why…but it didn't seem to impede the Sharingan.

"Uchiha Takehiko," he whispered, and he could feel the amusement coming from Orochimaru.

"Warrior Prince? It will suit him, I'm sure."

Madara hummed, and then sighed. He supposed it was his turn to keep up his end of the bargain. But… "One night Orochimaru. One night, and tomorrow you can have this body and eyes."

The hand moved from Takehiko's brow to his cheek, and he leaned into it as he always did.

"Agreed."

He watched as Orochimaru left, Sakura in tow, and sat shakily down on the bed once the several locks clicked into place. Takehiko hiccupped and closed his eyes, falling back asleep. He sat there as afternoon light changed to darkness, staring at the bundle in his arms.

He shouldn't have been surprised that Orochimaru still planned on taking his body, but a small part of him was. He had thought that maybe Orochimaru would see the benefit in keeping him alive and in his own body, as an ally. Sighing deeply he stroked the crown of hair, smiling slightly when his son cooed in his sleep.

Though he had given Orochimaru a Sharingan user besides himself. He had the knowledge that Orochimaru wouldn't be taking their sons body, since he would have Madara's eyes. It was a small comfort, but one that he would allow himself. He also didn't think that the snake would take someone's body of his own blood, but he wouldn't doubt it.

Those unique Sharingan eyes opened, and he smiled slightly. He caressed the side of the chubby face, and Takehiko cooed in happiness. "That's it my son. Remember my face."

As though understanding, the tomoe swirled, and his breath caught. They only moved for a moment, but he swore that his son was doing exactly what he had just asked him. They settled, and Madara couldn't help but lean down and rub his nose along the soft belly, earning a somewhat wet giggle and two handfuls of hair being tugged.

He was rather surprised that the child wasn't wailing for food, but he seemed content. As he smiled and played with his son, he wondered.

What kind of man would he grow up to be? He already knew that he would be strong – with his and Orochimaru's genes, Takehiko was guaranteed to have high chakra, and good control. Would he continue the legacy? He could only wish that his son killed Orochimaru, but he knew that would probably not happen. With Orochimaru being the only one raising him, Takehiko's loyalty would have no need to be tested.

Unless Orochimaru decided to play with their son as he did all his other toys and pawns.

Sighing, he stood and walked over to the barred window that let him see out into the barren landscape that proclaimed they were in Iwa. He hoped his son had a normal childhood, but that was a false hope. He knew that it wouldn't happen.

His eyes were blind to the sun rising as he stood and slowly rocked back and forth, Takehiko having fallen back asleep a long time ago. His thoughts ran in circles, and he was actually surprised when the door opened, feeling a strange sort of calm fall over him as Orochimaru and Sakura entered.

He stared into the golden eyes for a long moment, searching for something but not knowing what. All he received in return was calm, and finally he sighed. He walked over and handed his son to Sakura, knowing that despite of her mind control, she would never let anything happen to a child. He had heard enough arguments between the two of them to know at least that.

She bowed and left, and Orochimaru held out his hand. Madara took it slowly, and said nothing as he was led deeper into the keep. No words were spoken as a door was opened, and he walked in with his head held high. The entire room was one large seal, all of them connecting in a circle right in the middle. Without even being asked he knelt down in the circle, and with a slight flourish, Orochimaru knelt before him.

He smiled bitterly. "I hope I at least kept you entertained."

Orochimaru chuckled and cupped his face. "That you did Madara. It took almost two years longer than I thought to achieve this, and if you hadn't agreed to this, I believe I never would have gotten into your mind."

He smirked and pressed another kiss to the soft skin of the white wrist. "Hai, you wouldn't have."

Now Orochimaru smirked, leaning forward to press their lips together. "I've been waiting for this moment," he whispered against his lips.

Madara frowned, but then the seal in the room activated, as did the Curse Mark. He tensed, wanting to scream, but for this one time, he refused. He kept his back stiff and head up as pain ripped through him and into his mind, and he knew what he had to do. With a shaky breath, he looked into the golden eyes just as he opened his mind.

What he saw made fury rip through him, as overwhelming as the pain. They were glittering with malicious intent, sadistic amusement shining in them, and he knew the truth.

Orochimaru had been waiting for this, but not just because now he would have the Eternal Sharingan. He had been waiting for his mind to open, just so he could be tortured.

"You bastard!" he hissed, but he could do nothing at his point. Orochimaru was deep in his mind now, absorbing any and all techniques that he had learned over his long lifetime, and he struggled to try and force him out. It was far too late, but it didn't stop him from trying.

"Ah, Madara…so much knowledge." He whispered in his mind. "So many beautiful jutsu's…and to think, I had you trained so well that you didn't think to look past what I did to my real reasons. I've been waiting for this…for the chance to get into your mind and rip it apart, to bring you down and destroy you utterly."

Madara hissed as he felt his mind being ripped apart, pieces of himself disappearing that he would never get back. "Our son?"

"Takehiko will become my newest project. There is a jutsu that I have been wanting to try out, that ages an individual…he'll be perfect."

Now panic roared through him, but not for himself. Takehiko…his son. No. NO!

His chakra burst through by sheer force of will, and Orochimaru hissed, taking control of it just as quickly. Before he did though – and before his mind and body was completely taken over – he called out to every person that held any Uchiha blood. He felt it touch one, two, three, four people…and he shoved his plea to them, hoping that they would disregard that it was him asking for this.

My son – picture of Takehiko's eyes, face – save him! Don't let Orochimaru have him! SAVE HIM!

Then the last conscious piece of him disappeared, and everything faded into blackness.

o-N-o-N-o-N-o-N-o

Orochimaru hissed as the chakra faded from the room, looking out with giddy delight. He blinked once, twice, and started roaring with insane laughter as he felt the Sharingan swirling in his eyes.

Oh it was beautiful! Glorious!

Madara's chakra melded with his as he settled more firmly into the now empty body, looking down at the weathered hands and clenching them slowly in and out of fists. He was very happy that he had done what he did, with both Kabuto and Madara. Loosing Kabuto had been a small sacrifice compared to having a magnificent man like Madara back at full health. There was no breaking down of the chakra coils anymore, and the muscles were strong.

Standing slowly, he started to giggle softly, and it developed into full blow laughter once again. Throwing his head back he roared with it, absolute euphoria filling him.

A knock on the door stopped the laughter as though a switch was thrown, and he turned.

"Enter."

Sakura pushed the door open, the child still in her arms. "Orochimaru-sama, the preparations are ready."

He took vicious delight in seeing the disgust in her eyes. He had lightened the mind control jutsu enough so she couldn't break free, but she knew what she was doing. Just like now. He had told her to prepare the room so he could begin the aging process for Takehiko.

"Very well."

He swept out of the room, taking the child with him.

He had absolutely no clue, that in three different parts of the world – and one very close to him – three people with deadly, crimson eyes were planning on honoring the last, desperate plea of their patriarch.

Or that one, small, newborn child, had a face imprinted on his brain, and a voice ringing in his ears. A voice and face that would give him the strength and courage to endure the years following.