The Heart Is Deceitful
Chapter 2
I do not own the characters of Naruto. Only my OC's...
Vivica was in her room pacing back and forth. Her face had a panicked expression, and Yuko was too busy trying to stop her pacing but she couldn't. Her mistress was close to having a nervous breakdown.
"Himura-san you have to stop this panicking of yours!" Vivica momentarily stopped when she heard her servant raise her voice. She looked at her and sighed.
"Sorry Yuko-chan, I'm just a little nervous about meeting him today." Yuko laughed and then crossed.
"A little nervous? I would say a lot! Don't be too nervous, I'm sure he's not all that bad."
"I hope you're right." She smiled.
"I have faith in you Vivica-sama. I believe you'll do fine."
"Thank you for believing in me Yuko-chan."
"Yeah so hurry your up and leave already! I'm the one who gets in trouble if you somehow end up being late!" Vivica's eyes widened, but then she gave a long sigh.
"Okay...I'm ready to go then."
With Madara…
Madara was leaning against the gate of his compound, thinking about how much this day will suck, and would be a waste of his time. He sighed and looked at the road ahead, not seeing the carriage.
"How long does that damndable woman have to take? I've been out here for at least a half an hour." Like the gods heard his complaint a moment later he saw the carriage coming down the road. He stood up straight as it approached and watched as it stopped in front of him. He saw a servant open the door to the carriage and help his "wife" out of it. When she turned to look at him he was surprised at how beautiful she was. She had perfect porcelain skin, and her cheeks had a pink tint to them. She had full lips, and beautiful midnight black hair that went down to her thighs. And her eyes were chocolate brown. She didn't look like a horny wench to him. She may be beautiful, but her personality is what he was truly interested in. He started to make his way over to her, and he noticed how she began to fidget a little. When he stood in front of she bowed down slightly.
"I-it's a pleasure to finally meet you Uchiha-sama." She said nervously. Madara just smirked and gently grabbed her hand and kissed it in a formal manner.
"And it's a pleasure to meet you Himura-san." He said as nicely as he could, without sounding too bitter. He then looked at the servant behind Vivica.
"You may leave now. Pick her up later this evening." The servant nodded and then made the horses turn around and then left. Vivica felt more nervous than ever now. Madara looked at her when she began to shake.
"Are you ok?" He put a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped back slightly from his touch. He frowned at her, and she then started to realize that she's making a fool of herself. She willed herself to calm down and looked back up at him. He gave her a quizzical look.
"Yes I'm fine. I'm just a little nervous is all." Madara nodded his head.
"That's understandable. I would expect you to be." He then put a hand on her waist lightly guiding her towards the entrance of his compound. When she entered she immediately felt watched. It was as if all conversation and movement stopped when they saw her enter through the gates. She saw many people stare at her and talked in hushed whispers among themselves. She kept her gaze downcast to avoid looking at their pointed glares. When they passed the harem she heard many women call her an ugly bitch, that she's weak and stupid, and that she was unworthy to be at Madara's side. Her self-esteem plummeted after those comments, and she gave out a small sigh. All so suddenly she felt Madara stop, and an ominous aura surrounded him. She looked up at him.
"What's wrong?" He ignored her and went to the woman who had the nerve call his wife unworthy. He went up to her and back handed her harshly. She fell to the floor and blood was trickling from her lips.
"You dare call my future wife unworthy you disgusting wench?" He growled out at the woman. She began to whimper.
"I'm s-sorry Madara-sama!" She screamed out but Madara continued.
"You have no right to bad mouth her because you are less than unworthy. You are nothing but dirt beneath her feet. You will treat her with the utmost respect for she is your future matriarch. If you want to continue breathing, I suggest you keep all of your comments to yourself. That goes for all of you." He glared at each and every one of them and they all cowered back at the intensity of his gaze. One girl fell over the table from backing up too far at a fast pace. When he was satisfied he turned back to Vivica. He grabbed her hand and continued on their walk.
Vivica took a glance at Madara's face and saw that he had a huge frown plastered on it, and his grip on her hand was becoming harsh.
"T-thank you for defending me…" His frown ceased as he looked back at her.
"She didn't have the right to talk about you in such a disrespectful manner. I was just defending your pride. Also it seems raising your voice is not in your nature, so it's only obligatory of me to take a stand."
"Even so, I'm still thankful Uchiha-sama."
"Stop calling me that. Madara would be fine. It would be unjust for my wife to be talking to me like that in such a formal way." She nodded her head.
"Okay then…Madara." She tested out his name for the first time. She liked his name, but it didn't match his harsh demeanor. (Madara means speckles, or spots in Japanese…)
"I don't believe I've gotten your name yet. Mind telling me?"
"Vivica."
"Vivica?" Madara raised an eyebrow. No one he had ever known had a name as unique as hers. He was expecting a common name like Yukiko. Something along those lines.
"That's a pretty bad ass name." He commented. Vivica's cheeks tinted pink, and he chuckled at her.
"You sure get flustered quickly."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to be annoying."
"I never said you were. In fact I like your reactions better than most other women." His confession startled her.
"How so?" She asked, and he pulled her down to sit next to him on a nearby bench in the training field. He gazed at her.
"Most if not all women that I meet for the first time immediately make advances on me, not taking into consideration if I'm interested in them or not. I find it highly disgusting for women to throw themselves at me and try to coax me into sex. The idea is very whorish of them for they probably do that to other men too. And it comes from most royal women as well." Vivica felt his pain. Most men that ask for her hand in marriage all try and make sexual advances on her. She could see the same happening to Madara because he was so handsome. She blushed at her last thought.
"That happens with me too." She said quietly but he heard.
"Nice to know we have that in common. Anyways tell me about yourself." He got comfortable on the bench and put his arm behind it and slightly turned his body to face her. She blushed at how close he was. But she began to speak.
"Well obviously you know that I'm from the Himura clan. I'm 20, I work with children a lot, especially the orphans of war. I want to make them feel safe, even when everything they've ever known was stripped away from them. I want to do anything I can to help…" He stopped to think about what she said. Maybe she was a good candidate for his heir. She seemed really passionate, kind, and honest. Traits that you can rarely find. She was everything he could ever need from a woman. She was perfect. When she spoke she had a melodious voice, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and drown into it. She continued to speak but when she looked at him it looked as if he were asleep. She took that moment to really look at him. He was very handsome. He had pale skin, and high cheekbones. But when she looked at his eyes he looked tired, overworked if you will, and she began to sympathize him. When Madara heard her stop his eyes snapped open. She gasped.
"Why did you stop talking? I was listening." He said.
"Oh. It just looked like you dozed off." Madara smirked and scooted closer to her.
"Continue." And she did.
"Well, when I'm not busy like to paint and read… oh and-."
"What kind of paintings do you make? And what is it that you read?" He cut her off. But she didn't seem to mind.
"I paint landscapes, and nature mostly, and I read a variety of things. I read about the art of battle, jutsus, and herbal medicines. Things like that mostly." Madara looked at her in a perplexed way, but then he smiled at her. Not a forced smile, but a genuine one.
"You are unlike any woman I have ever encountered. And believe me that's a good thing."
"Thank you. And what about yourself?" She blushed.
"There's nothing really to tell. I was the Uchiha leader since the age of 18 after my father passed on. I fought and killed many people in countless battles. Me and my brother Izuna are the only ones in our clan to possess the Mangekyou Sharingan. Oh and I'm continuously drowning in a sea of paperwork every time I get back to my study." Vivica giggled at his last comment.
"Sounds like you're pretty busy all the time. Being the leader and all." Madara sighed.
"Sometimes being a leader doesn't play fair with me, but it does have its moments." She then thought about this arranged marriage, and how he probably didn't want it. It made her feel sad for him, to think that his clan would force him to partake in a loveless marriage. Her clan could not refuse this opportunity either. But she couldn't help but feel bad. She gently grabbed his hand in hers and gazed into his eyes. He looked at her questioningly.
"I-I'm sorry…about all this. I know that you don't want any part in it." She put her head down in shame. Madara was startled. He didn't expect that from her.
"It's really not all that bad. If it's you I'm marrying I'm ok with it." He uttered out. He inwardly scowled for sounding too sentimental. She was the one who was looking at him shocked now. He chuckled at her and then stood up from his spot. He offered her his hand, and she put hers into his larger one.
"Let me show you around. It's best you start getting familiar with the place." Vivica nodded her head and let him guide her.
All the rest of that morning they had been talking, and him being the tour guide for her, showing and explaining everything about the compound. They started to really connect in those hours spent together. At lunch time he took her to a fancy restaurant, and they once again spoke to one another as if it were a common thing. They then again ran into a poor woman who suffered the consequences of calling Vivica something offensive. She had to stop Madara from really injuring the woman, but overall they were having a good time in each other's company. Evening came very soon for them. A servant came in front of them and bowed respectively.
"Himura-sama you're to be sent home now." Vivica slightly frowned. She wondered where the time had gone.
"Just give me a minute. I'll be out." The servant bowed quickly and then left. Vivica sighed.
"I guess I have to go." She then slowly wrapped her arms around his torso, and he put his arms around her smaller frame.
"Thank you for showing me around. It was really fun talking with you too."
"It was my pleasure." He then leant down and lightly pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. She was very startled by this and her face started to heat up. She knew she was probably as red a tomato. After a moment he pulled away, and was deeply satisfied with her reaction. He then took her hand in his and guided her over to her carriage and helped her inside. He gave her a warm smile.
"I'll be seeing you soon Vivica." She nodded, still speechless. Madara then closed the door and she felt the carriage begin to move. She looked out the window and saw him standing by the gates, watching as she left. She urged forward a small wave, and he simply waved back, then he was out of sight. She sat back and traced her finger on her lips. She thought about how soft his lips were, almost like a feather. And somehow she just couldn't wait to kiss him again.
Madara stared at the empty road in front of him. An array of thoughts went crashing into his head. She wasn't what he expected her to be for a noble. In fact she went against all he thought about, and he liked that. He slightly smiled and started to make his way back to his study to get some work done. Madara felt his brother's presence and turned his head to see him standing right next to him. He raised an eyebrow at how close he was.
"Must you be so close Izuna?" Izuna was grinning like an idiot and crossed his arms.
"Sooooooo how was she? Was she at least decent to you?" Izuna said excitedly. Madara brushed him off and started walking forward completely ignoring his brother. Izuna huffed out and chased after him.
"Hey! I asked you a question my good sir!" Madara sighed.
"Yes she was. In fact she's more than decent to be honest."
"Oooo what's she like then? She really must be something else if you actually like her!" Madara chuckled, and then went deep in thought about his future bride.
"Well her name is Vivica, and in my opinion that's a pretty kick ass name. She's very intelligent and puts up an actual conversation and not useless blabber that most seem to be accustomed to. She's a woman of simple taste, and she's very…beautiful." He then stared off into space when he thought of her. Thinking about all of her quirks, and features that make her who she was. Izuna picked up the tone in his voice when he spoke of her. It sounded as if he…admired her in a way. He smiled and smacked his brother on the back of the head.
"Wake up Madara!" Madara growled at him.
"This Vivica sure sounds like an awesome person. So are you pleased that the council chose this woman for you?"
"They did a pretty fine job for once." Izuna clapped his hands together.
"Good! Cause I didn't want to hear your childish complaining if the woman was not to your liking." Madara rolled his eyes.
"Whatever Izuna. Now get out of my face." Izuna stuck his tongue out at Madara, and then walked away in a different direction. Madara then continued on his way to his study.
At The Himura Clan Castle
"So Vivica-san how was he?" Yuko asked when they reached her room. Vivica plopped on the bed. Her face was still flustered.
"He was so nice to me! He looked so menacing when I first saw him, and his voice was deep and demanding, but he was very sweet." Yuko giggled and plopped on the bed next to her. She decided to ask some more.
"Was he cute?" Vivica smirked and shook her head.
"He wasn't cute…he was handsome. And I mean really handsome. It's almost unbelievable that I'm marrying someone like him." Yuko laughed.
"And what happened when you were there. Did anything interesting occur during your stay?"
"Well we spent all morning talking in the fields, and hearing stories from one another. He's a really good listener and seemed interested in what I had to say. He even asked me questions! That's very unusual from men." Yuko noticed a pink hue tinted on Vivica's cheeks, and she smiled.
"If you ask me...I think he actually likes you. From what I've heard from pervious lords who have tried to have their daughters wed to him he always dismisses them, and basically shits on their lives. He's not a very nice person at all, but from what you said, he must really think your worthy of him." Vivica's eyes widened.
"You mean he's not nice at all? Did he really reject all of those women?" She asked and Yuko nodded her head. Vivica couldn't help but feel special now. She over many women was the sole person that Madara actually acknowledged.
"Yes. He rejected every single one, and sent all of them home crying and feeling worthless. He's called a cold hearted demon by a lot of people." Vivica frowned at this.
"Well I don't know why they are making such horrid statements about him. He's not anything like that at all. People have just misjudged him as a person. They probably can't handle his way of honesty." She said confidently and Yuko agreed with her.
"I'm glad that you had a good day with him Himura-san. I'm sure you're tired now after your long day, so I'll leave now." She bowed to her. Vivica shook her hands in front of her face.
"No need to act like that with me Yuko-chan. We've been friends since we were just children, and it's weird." Yuko smiled.
"Okay then Vivica. Goodnight." She then closed the door and left. Vivica sighed and then got up to go to her dresser. She began to strip down and get dressed into her sleeping gown. It was just a thin white silky material. She was beginning to get into the bed until she felt an eerie presence. She gasped when cool air hit her skin. When she turned her head towards the window and gasped at who she saw.
"W-what are you doing here?"
