Okay, here's the next chapter. I don't know how good it'll be. Constructive criticism is always welcome, flames, well; it depends on my mood at the time I read it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Madara, but I do own Yasmine.

I woke up warm and found a soft blanket covering my petite body. I sighed, smiling, looking over to where Madara was supposed to be. I say supposed because he wasn't there. I laughed, shaking my head. "Of course," I said. "Don't wake me up…"

"Hello, Angel," I heard a familiar voice say. I turned towards the door.

"Oh, hello, Izuna," I greeted him, smiling warmly. "Do you know where Madara went?"

A flicker of annoyance passed across his face. "No, I don't," he said. "Did you two have a fun night?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I had this creepy dream with unicorns and rainbows and little miniature Madaras with rainbow colored eyes were trying to eat me," I shivered. "Creepy cannibals… how was your sleep?"

"It was fine," he paused. "…lonely, though."

"Oh…okay…"

"Madara's lucky that he has you to keep him warm in the night," Izuna commented. "It can so cold in an empty bed."

"Uh…Madara and I aren't like that," I told him, slightly uncomfortable. "We're just friends-"

"Oh, shut up," he interrupted me. "We all see how you flirt with him."

"I quote-unquote flirt with all of my friends whether they be girls or guys," I told him. "It's how I show my affection and appreciation for their friendship, and to show that I still care about them, no matter what happens."

"How touching," he smiled. "Would you like to be my friend?"

I looked at him and then around the empty room. "Stop it," I shook my head. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Looking at you like what, dear?"

"Don't call me that," I snapped. "Where's Madara?"

"I already told you that I don't know," he shook his head. "Maybe you should learn to listen better."

"Maybe I should just leave," I said, standing up and walking past him. I paused in the doorway. "I don't appreciate your advances, Izuna, I'm asking you kindly to stop."

I didn't wait for a reply before I rushed out of the building and headed towards home. All the way there, I felt like someone was watching me, but I brushed it off.

Once I got home, I locked the door and headed upstairs after finding a note in the kitchen saying how my roommate had an emergency meeting. In my shared room, I grabbed a set of clothes and headed towards the bathroom, and I still couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching me. Deciding my shower could wait for an hour or two, I brushed my hair and headed out to find Madara, pretty sure that I knew where he was already. And he was. Sitting in the tree that I had first met him in.

I was walking through the park, trying to get home before the storm hit when I tripped over a root to a tree. "You should be more careful," a voice said, filled with annoyance.

"I'm sorry," I said, standing up. I looked up at him. He was a boy, maybe six or seven—a few years older than me—sitting in the tree, looking out into the distance. "You should start heading home soon. There's supposed to be a terrible storm coming."

He huffed in defiance. "Don't talk to me."

I blinked. "That's very rude," I told him. "I'm just trying to help-"

"I don't want your help," he interrupted me. "I don't need your help. You are nothing more than a peasant and if you are so incompetent as to assume that I did not know a storm was coming then you are not useful to the Uchiha clan."

I was taken aback, filled with anger. "Why don't you come down here and say that to my face?" I demanded, gritting my teeth.

He sighed, jumping down. "Stupid as well as incompetent, I see. Well-"

I punched him in the face. "I'm not going to ask your name," I growled. "All I know is that just because you might have been born in a higher rank than me, it doesn't mean that I am weaker than you. You shouldn't assume that you know anything about me because I can assure you that you don't."

He stood up from the ground, clutching his cheek. "How dare you, you-"

"If you say peasant, I won't hold back in hitting you," I growled. "I'll knock you into next week."

He glared at me in reply. "I bet you don't have your Sharingan yet," he challenged.

"So what if I don't?"

"I have mine already," he smirked. "I can easily take you down."

"Well, you're like two years older than me, obviously you would get yours before me," I quickly defended myself.

"I got mine when I was your age," he said smugly.

"The flower that blooms that latest is always the most beautiful," I told him, quoting my father.

"Yes, but until then, I can easily take you down."

"Are you trying to intimidate me?" I demanded. "Nothing you say or do can scare me, I hope you know that."

"Well, why not?" he demanded.

"I don't have to explain anything to you," I growled, walking past him.

"Like hell you don't!"

"That's terrible language for a child your age," I scolded him. "And to use it in front of a lady. Disgusting."

It started raining as the two of us stood there and the wind picked up, knocking me over. The boy sighed, walking over to me murmuring about how I keep falling, and offered me a hand. I stared at it in disbelief before grabbing it and allowing him to pull me out of the mud.

"Sorry for punching you," I apologized, sheepishly. "Sometimes my pride takes over."

He nodded in reply. "I'm going to walk you home."

"What?"

"One day, I'm going to be in charge of the clan," he explained. "And my mother taught me that it is proper to assist a young lady home during a strong. To keep her safe and such."

"Well, thank you," I smiled at the ground as we started walking, him pulling me. "Um my house is that way…" I pointed to the other direction.

"Well, why didn't you tell me?" he growled.

"You were the one pulling me, remember? Besides we were walking and talking and I could only focus on one."

"Then you should focus on walking."

"So you could yell at me for not paying attention to you?"

"Exactly," he smirked. The rain seemed to start pouring down harder with every step we took. We walked in an awkward silence until we came to my house.

"Well, here we are," I smiled. "Thank you again for walking me home."

He nodded, walking away. "My name's Yasmine, by the way!" I didn't see his smirk, but I knew he heard me by the way he ducked his head down.

I shook my head at the memory, easily finding the root that I tripped on all those years ago, and reenacted falling. Madara ignored me, deep in thought just as he was back then.

"You know, you should be more careful," Madara said. "You never really knew how to pinpoint a genjutsu…"

"What?"

"Tell me if you're under a genjutsu or not," Madara demanded.

I looked around, seeing something in the bushes a little ways back, within hearing distance. "Yes," I answered his hidden question.

"I'll teach you to dispel it."

"That would be much appreciated. Thank you."

He jumped down from the tree and whispered in my ear. "That person in the bushes has been following me all day," he murmured. "I don't think he know that I know he's tailing me."

I nodded. "I see," I said in a normal tone of voice. "Well, thank you again for meeting me and teaching me how to dispel genjutsu. It's quite embarrassing of me as a Sharingan user."

Madara fake laughed, looking behind me. His face immediately went blank, and I resisted the urge to turn around and see what he saw.

He quickly shifted his gaze back to mine, trying to tell me a message that I couldn't quite get. "So, you free Friday night?" he asked in a fake macho voice.

I searched his eyes, asking how I should answer. His eyes darted to something behind me, and he nodded his head subtly. "Yes, why?" I tried to sound innocent.

"You and me. Movie theatre," he said, oozing confidence. "Seven o'clock. Don't be late."

I did the girly laugh that I saw girls in the movies do, twirling my hair around my finger. "Okay," I smiled. He smirked, probably mentally shaking his head.

"See you there," and he left. I stood there, my guard up mentally. If this guy tailing Madara is an enemy then he would use this "information" of me being incompetent with genjutsu and try to take advantage of my weakness.

Then I felt it. The pricks of a genjustu in the back of my mind. I smirked, activating my Sharingan.

"Alright, who are you," I turned around, facing my opponent.

"You are not needed," a man with a tall burly man with a mask told me. "You are just in the way of getting to Madara."

"Yes, I am," I smirked. "And you'll get to Madara over my cold, dead body."

"Then I suppose I must fight you," the man replied.

"Give me a name so that I may properly address you."

"No."

"Well, if you are so confident as to know you're going to kill me during this battle then there should be no problem in telling me your name."

"Phuck," he replied.

I paused, frozen in my fighting stance. "Fuck?"

"Not fuck, you retard!" he yelled. "Phuck! P-H-U-C-K! Phuck!"

"Why would a mother ever name their child that," I shook my head. "I feel bad for you. Someone would ask you your name and then you'd get in trouble for swearing-"

I broke off as Phuck swung a punch at me. I dodged to the side, send him a kick. He blocked it, grabbing my foot and throwing me to the ground. Fuck, he's stronger than me, I thought. Madara better hurry up because I don't think I could hold him off for long…

"You a sensory type?" I asked as I dodged another punch while still on the ground.

"No," he growled, trying to punch again. "Will you keep still?"

"I would if I didn't want my beautiful face ruined," I whimpered. "I have to look good for Friday night you know."

Phuck straightened up, kicking my in the ribs. I groaned, feeling the pain of my bones cracking. "Not so tough now, are you little girl?"

My eyebrow twitched. Oh, no. he did not just say that… "What did you just call me?" I demanded.

"What are you deaf, little girl."

You know how in those stories, the hero or heroine is in so much physical agony they can barely move, and then the bad guy insults either him/her or someone they care about, and suddenly they're all better and beating the crap out of the bad guy?

Yeah, well that's not what happened. I sure was pissed off, but every time I took a breath, my chest began hurting more and more.

"I am not little," I growled. "Just because you're freakishly tall, doesn't mean that I'm short."

I kicked him, still lying on the ground, making him jump back, giving me some space to breath. "Why do you want to get Madara?"

"Because in our clan, there's a bounty on his head," Phuck growled. "A huge bounty."

"Really? That's why you're doing this?" I demanded to know.

:Yup, that bounty would have me all the way down to my great-grandchildren set for life."

"Well that must be nice, but," I winced as I sat up. "I can't let you take our leader."

"Why do you care so much about him?" Phuck asked. "You his little bitch or something?"

"No," I growled. "He's the leader of our clan. It's every Uchiha's duty to protect him with our lives."

"But you're so willing-"

"Because I care about the Uchiha clan," I glowered. "The clan as a whole is more important than just one citizen. I would gladly lay down my life to protect any and all Uchihas from scum like you."

"Big talk for a girl who can barely move," Phuck sneered, earning a glare for me. "Some clan leader. He didn't even know I was following him."

"That's where you're wrong; he knew you were tailing him. Probably right from the beginning."

"Well, if he knew, then why would he so gladly offer your weakness?"

"My weakness?"

"Genjutsu. He said it was your weakness."

"What kind of an Uchiha would I be if I couldn't perform or detect a genjutsu," I said. "Did you really think that I didn't know I was trapped in a genjutsu all along? This pain isn't real. You're just trying to toy with me to talk about Madara. Let me tell you it won't work."

"Again, big talk for a little girl who can barely move."

I looked over at him into his eyes, pulling him into one of the most powerful genjutsus in the world. "And since you're going to die now, Phuck, I'll tell you that I'm not as helpless as anyone sees me. You see me as a little girl, but the clan sees me as one of the most powerful shinobi of the Uchiha clan in all of our history. Do you know why, Phuck?"

"Why?" he spat.

"Because of my eyes," I told him. "Do you see my eyes, Phuck? Don't they look different from regular Sharingans? That's because when I developed my Sharingan at eighteen, I got not the regular Sharingan, but the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. And you know what's cool about it? Tsukuyomi," I said, my voice echoing.

I pulled the man into my genjutsu, "Now you will know real pain."

Second chapter! My head hurts so badly right now. I'm usually still sleeping by this time, maybe that's why…anyways THANKS A TONS FOR THE REVIEWS! The motivate me! Please review, I love hearing what you think, but no Amaterasu! Please! I beg of you, just don't.