Masuyo opened her eyes suddenly, as if the breath that she had was gone from her body. Sitting up, she looked around the dark room for anyone that wasn't suppose to be in it. She didn't find any chakra or presence which gave her a little reassurance.
That was soon ended when someone knocked on the door, opening it without any words. It was the man that was black and white, the one that handed her the mirror.
"Madara-san would like to see you." A light voice said, making her glare at the name that was brought up.
Tossing the sheet off, she followed after him with the glare focused on the venus flytrap that was around him. Lowering them to the floor, she took a slow breath as she entered the room where he was sitting at a desk, trying to look like he had authority over everyone.
"Good. Here's the results if you want to see for yourself." The man said, handing the paper to her which she snatched from him.
Skimming over the paper, she wished that this was a joke that someone was playing on her. Masuyo set the paper on the desk and waited for anything else. "Why do you need my medical ninjutsu when you can have anyone else's?"
"You're the only one that I should be able to trust because you never heard of my name before. Also, you have a talent at it." Madara clarified. "I'm going to need it when the war begins. Then I will achieve Tsuki no me."
She nodded. The ebony haired woman had a feeling that she wouldn't win if she tried to defy the man that proved that he was her father. Turning around, she started toward the door to get back into the room that was hers.
"One last thing Masuyo. If you happen to run into Itachi and he finds out about how you're related to me, don't listen to him. He speaks nonsense." Madara warned with his eye falling on his half Uchiha daughter.
She nodded once more, and left the presence of the man that she didn't want to be near. She didn't want to be near any of the men that pledged loyalty to him. She didn't want to believe anything that he said but in the back of her mind – like a separate being – told her to.
Shutting the door with her back pressing against the wood, she looked at the ceiling and bit her lip to silence the sob. She was taught like every other shinobi that tears, emotions, were forbidden for someone in the field. But she wasn't in the field anymore; she was being held captive by her own father she never knew was alive.
"Oka-san, why is this happening to me? Why do I have to be here to assist him with the plans that are to destroy the world?" She asked herself, wanting this to be the nightmare that started out as a dream.
She felt her body freeze when she heard another knock on the door. "Go away!"
"Your dinner is out here." A darker voice said, telling her it was someone that she didn't know of.
She stayed silent, letting her sobs out quietly and listening to the footsteps that were retreating from the door. Opening the door, she grabbed the tray and sat it on the bed that was now hers. Masuyo's azure gaze fell to her lap, looking at some of the bare, pale skin that was on her legs. "Someone save me."
She felt like a caged bird that was being cornered by someone for that person to clip its wing so it couldn't fly away.
