~*Ninja Scrolls*~

Summary: At the dawn of Japan's Azuchi-Momoyama period, two rival clans of ninja, the Senju of Konohagakure and the Uchiha District, are engaged in a bitter blood feud that has spanned for centuries. The leader of Senju, Hashirama, tired of all the blood shed, makes an agreement with the leader of Uchiha, Madara, to form a No-Hostility Pact to put an end to the centuries old hatred but under one condition that Madara explained that he must have the hand of Hashirama's youngest grand daughter.

A/N: The anonymous review; I don't think Hashirama's too young to be a grandfather, I mean of course he is but otherwise he's in his mid to late forties. I really don't feel like doing the math but to me, it kinda adds up. If it doesn't, so be it, its called fan fiction for a reason sweetie :).

I swear, this was an awkward chapter for me. I'm not innocent to sex but it sure is embarrassing to describe it. At one point I just stopped, like I can't do it anymore! Finally able to get back to it, my internet connection started acting funny and I lost most of my work. I almost started crying but as you see I made it! Lol!

To TheOpenedWay, you don't know how star struck I was when I saw your review, like my heart just stop. I'm definitely gonna keep working on it now not that wasn't, Lol.

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"Ah...wait, my lord."

Madara pulled away from her neck; and stared at her, her pink dusted cheeks looked as attractive as her hair. Her eyes held innocence and confusion; probably mostly because she couldn't describe what she feeling at the very moment. Grabbing onto the collar of her yukata, he pulled it down until her chest was exposed to him. Her small hands gripped the bedding beneath her, embarrassed and unsure because she had never been shown to a male. Her eyes were clenched and her lips were pulled in; he placed his hand on her cheek.

"Open your eyes." He said. She slowly opened them and stared at him, he could tell now that she was frighten, feeling pity on her, "I will bring as much pleasure to you, try to relax." He said running his hand into her hair. He watched as she nodded her head before bringing his attention back to her chest. Her breasts were smaller than what he was used to but strangely he found them satisfying and cute, as one would say. She still had a lot more growing to do since she was still in her adolescent years. He gently grabbed one and began kneading it, her reaction was almost immediate as she let out a sigh.

He brought his head down and took one of her nipples into his mouth; this time she let out a loud moan. He switched to the other one, giving the same attention as he did to the other. Opening the rest of her yukata, he let his eyes roam the rest of her body, he raised a brow questioningly, for woman that didn't practice the ninja arts, her body was surprisingly physically fit, without further thinking he ran his hands over her small waist before resting them on her hip; he noted that her hips were wide enough to carry a child. He kissed his way down her chest to her navel before stopping at what had to be the purest part of her. He lifted both of her legs and placed them on his shoulders, holding them there with his hands around her thighs, once again caught off guard, her thighs were powerful. He glanced up at her; her head was turned to the side, she had brought one of her hand to her mouth while the other still gripped at the bedding.

He flicked his tongue out as a experiment and felt as she slightly jumped from the contact. She was so sensitive from every touch he placed on her body. Knowing him, he was irritated by every little thing; to when someone sneezes if its total silence in a room, even when someone keeps scratching the same spot longer than necessary. With her, he found it...not irritating?

Knowing exactly where to touch, he spreaded her legs a little wider to open herself up to him and licked the small pearl that would cause her to go crazy and crazy she did. He licked and kissed her as moans erupted from her throat recklessly. So caught up with her exotic taste, he didn't noticed that her hand had left their bed before she gripped a handful of his hair. Looking up at her, her eyes were clenched tightly as if preparing to be hit. The grip on his hair became stronger, he knew that she was nearing and soon.

"M-My...Lord!" She gasped. "I...I...something ah!" He grew amused by her fumbling of words trying to describe to him something was happening with her body. Her legs began to tremble as he pulled her pearl in between lips and flicked it back and forth with his tongue and with one last tug; she threw her head back, her legs clamped a vice-like grip on his head as she climaxed. Finally pulling away and licking his lips of her release. Watching her as she caught her breathe and her current state; she was ready.

"Turn over on your hands and knees." He said, he smirked when she slowly turned over on her stomach and lifted herself up, almost weakly. That one orgasm had made her that weak? He untied his obi and let his own yukata fall from his body. Grabbing onto her hips, he slid her back against his groin. Probably caught off guard by this action, her arms finally gave out as her face hit the pillow.

Holding himself, he rubbed it up and down her slick entrance before slowing pushing the head past her lips. he grew alarmed when he heard her hiss of pain and hands grip the pillow. He held her hips tighter, "This will hurt." He told her before pushing himself all the way in. A loud scream full of pain escaped her before she covered her face into the pillow. As she whimpered into the pillow, Madara tried to keep himself from going wild on her. She was tight, almost uncomfortably tight. Oh Kami, he needed to move.

Pulling out a little, he pushed back in. A tingle ran its way up and down his spine as pleasure invaded his body, he couldn't help himself but to do it again, this time taking a little more out and on the verge of slamming back into her. Her whole body jerked and a small cry left her, he couldn't tell if it was one of pain or pleasure but he continued. He hissed as he felt her vaginal wall quiver around him, he couldn't help but to let his prowess take over.

What seemed like tireless hours of thrusting hips and moans; she finally met her end once again, she began to push back against him trying her best to make the feeling stay as long as possible. He lifted the side of his lip a little, amused that his wife wasn't as innocent as she looked.

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Pulling out of her and letting go of his grip on her hips, she fell on her side. He observed as she pulled her knees in, her arm fell in between her legs. Her lips were slightly parted as she tried to catch her breathe. He smirked before laying down beside her and pulling her back against his chest, her body still trembling. Before he knew, she stopped and light snoring could be heard. He pulled away from her, covering her body with the blanket. As much as he wanted to stay with her, duty called.

Getting dressed in his normal attire, he took one last look at his new bride before sliding the door open. Stepping out, he looked to his side to see Sasuke leaning against the wall beside his room. "I will not be present until afternoon tomorrow." He told him before leaving him. Sasuke stared at the retreating back of his leader. He stood in front of the entrance of his room and stared down at the sleeping girl. He glared before sliding the door close. Why did he have to marry this...vile woman into their clan.

If it wasn't for his head on his shoulders, he would of already killed the woman. His hand was just itching to take out his sword and slit her throat as she slept. Learning of the news his clan leader would be marrying a woman from the Senju to induce peace between the rivaling clans; he became livid. The clan that they hated for centuries were coming together...just like that! Something like this couldn't be solved with a peace treaty or one member marrying into the other clan. Something like this would keep going on until one ceased to exist.

What confused him was his leader. Why would was he so willing to marry a Senju, much less the granddaughter of his greatest adversary. He knew that Madara's hatred for the Senju ran deeper than any other Uchiha...unless he had something else planned. Deep in thought, he looked up to see the sun raising. It was dawn already. He heard small footsteps come close to door before it slowly opened. He looked up to see the groggy girl looking toward the sun also before trailing her eyes to him.

He looked at her annoyed as she smiled at him. "Its nice isn't?" She said.

"Hn." He said looking away from her.

"It always made me think that...even though we were fighting, we both woke up to the same sun."

Looking at her once again, his eyes heatedly stared at her, "What are trying to say? We Uchiha are the same as you vile Senju?" He watched as her eyes sadden.

"Why do you feel so much hate toward my clan?" She asked.

"Because I do." He said.

"But why?"

"Stop questioning me! My duty is to watch you not make small talk!" She jumped from his suddenly loud tone. She stared at him for moment before stepping back into the room

"You know, when I was little girl, the teachers of my clan told me the Uchiha were disgusting, not to be trusted and hated for who they were. I asked them why, because I saw no reason to hate you. Did you ever ask?" She rhetorically asked, sliding the door close. Sasuke glared at the empty she stood in. How dare that woman question him? He didn't nor did his clan need a reason to hate her people.