Hello! Chapter 3 already~ This time, Mika gets a little more resourceful, but as usual, Madara is still an ass. (You have been warned.)

Chapter 3- The Nightmare.

Mika's eyes snapped open and she jumped up from the floor. Instantly, her hand went to her heart. With a relieved sigh, she noted that there was no hole. Though, her right arm was still injured, her ankle hurt and her face stung. Stretching, she found she had a lot more bruises now than yesterday. Though, it must have been because she was sleeping on the floor.

She looked around the cell and frowned when she saw that all she had was a dirty sink, a small toilet and a rock hard bed with a paper thin blanket. The door was really just a set of metal bars with a large lock on it. Needless to say, it was locked.

Mika sat down, but suddenly, she heard footsteps. Briefly, she thought about hiding, but then banished the childish notion. Seconds later, Madara appeared at the door to her cell and he opened the lock.

"Time for you to train with Itachi again," he said as she walked out. She was looking down and her form was stiff as they made their way to the training room. Itachi was already there and before Mika went over to him, Madara stopped her and said, "Don't forget what I said yesterday."

With a blank expression, she grabbed the same katana she had been using the day before and stood to face Itachi. The younger Uchiha was already holding a set of kunai and shuriken. She gulped and took a deep breath when Madara announced that they could begin the battle.

Just like last time, Itachi charged at her and threw kunai in her direction. Instead of blocking with her katana, Mika used chakra to make herself jump up several feet into the air. They all missed her and she used the momentum from the jump to pounce on Itachi. He blocked her katana with another kunai so she skirted to the side and aimed a kick at him. Itachi jumped away just in time so she continued being on the offensive.

Then, he did some hand seals, took a deep breath and blew a fireball at her. However, she was ready for this and she had already done the seals for the same jutsu. His fireball was large, but hers was growing larger by the second. They squared off until both fireballs were absolutely massive. Mika ran out of breath and suddenly, Itachi was over her head. She tried to jump back, but she did not have enough time and he punched her in the head. The pain was wretched, but she managed to shake it off so that she could get back on her feet.

"That the best you got, Uchiha?" she mocked while wiping some blood off her face. He charged at her again while simultaneously doing hand seals for another jutsu. This one was unfamiliar to her so she was quite surprised when a dragon made out of flame came out of Itachi's mouth. It was very large and from the looks of it, extremely quick as well. Thinking fast, she gathered chakra around her hands and projected a type of chakra shield around herself.

The dragon flew at her and hit her shield with tremendous force. Mika stumbled back a bit, but held the shield up. Fire was making the air scorching hot so she had trouble catching her breath. The dragon went back slightly, but then charged from the side. This time, she wasn't able to hold her stance and she fell to her knees. The shield cracked and she covered her face with her hands. Though, no fire came crashing down on her.

She cautiously opened her eyes and saw that Itachi and Madara were standing side by side. The younger Uchiha then turned, gave her a glare and walked away.

Hopping to her feet, Mika remembered the terms of the punishment. Their battle had not been that long= lots of torture. Madara opened his mouth to speak, but right at that moment, she took the end of her katana and hit herself with it in the forehead. It instantly knocked her out and she fell to the ground.

The masked man frowned and picked her unconscious body up. Then, he took her back to her cell and dropped her on the ground. His eyes were narrowed as he activated his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan. Regular Sharingans needed the victim to be awake in order to cast a genjutsu, but his did not require that luxury.

He placed a hand on Mika's forehead and just like that, he had access to her dreams. With a smirk, he set out to crush the one place she thought she was safe. "I can get you anywhere."

...

Mika was sitting under a tree while looking out onto the horizon. The sun was high in the sky and a gentle breeze was brushing thought her hair. She smiled and stood up to stretch; it felt so good to have no pain. Looking at her hands, she saw that they were blurry and everything felt rather surreal.

"This is a dream," she muttered while looking around and seeing just how unfocussed her surroundings were.

"This is a dream!" she repeated with more enthusiasm. She jumped up and started running. There was no particular destination in her mind, but rather, she was running for the sake of being able to.

"I'm free!" she yelled as she shot through the forest, past the meadows, by the rivers and through the mountains. Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet collapsed and she was falling. Mika's eyes widened and she reached up to the sky in a vain attempt to pull herself up using her willpower. She hit the ground like a freight train colliding into a cliff. Her mind was shaken and everything went even more numb than it was already.

"Tell me, woman, what did you think you were accomplishing by knocking yourself out?" a rumbling, malicious voice spoke from the darkness. With shock written over all her features, she jumped up and frantically looked around. It was so dark...

"Who's there?" she said with a dark glare. Her dream had been going so well until now and she had no intention to let some dark shadow ruin it for her.

"You don't recognize my voice?" the darkness mocked and she gasped.

"Madara! What are you doing in my dream?" she demanded without even the slightest hint of fear.

"You need to be punished for having fought such a short battle with Itachi," he replied and stepped out of the shadows. Mika growled; actually growled, at him and seethed, "This is my dream. My world. You have no right to be here! Be gone you heathen!"

Then, she put her arms in front of her and gathered chakra into them.

"Chakra cannon!" she yelled and shot at him. The technique did not exist in real life, but it was her dream and she figured she could do anything.

"You should know that is not going to work," he replied as the shots went straight through him.

"Of course it is! This is my dream and you are figment of my imagination that I am willing to banish," she said matter-of-factly.

"Who said I was a part of your imagination?" Madara said in a deadly cold tone. An unearthly shiver went down her spine and she backed away from him.

"Y-You're the real Madara?" she stuttered and pointed a shaky finger at him. All of her previous confidence was gone, that much was for certain.

"Yes. Now, as I was saying, it is time for your punishment," he continued and stepped forward even more. The breath hitched in her throat and she shook her head before covering her ears. "No... You can't get me in my dreams! You're lying!"

"Oh, but I can," he ended darkly and suddenly, Mika was grabbed from behind, pulled into the darkness and chained to a wall. She could barely see anything, but she could tell that the elder Uchiha had moved to stand in front of her. There was a glint of something and just as she realized it was a knife, it was in her left arm.

Biting on her tongue was the only thing she could do to stop herself from screaming, but it drew blood nonetheless. He pressed down until the knife was at her bone. She grit her teeth and reminded herself that it was just a dream. Then, he drew back and stabbed right through her bone and down, which caused her arm to fall off and drop to the ground. Mika couldn't stop the tortured scream that tore out of her throat. She looked at the bloody stub where her arm used to be and yelled at the blinding pain.

"My arm..." she cried and tried to force down the lump forming in her throat. There was no way that she would cry in front of him.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" she chanted.

"That did not work last time, so why would it work now?" Madara's voice broke through her pain.

"Because maybe you'll grow a heart and start to care," she bit out and took several deep breaths to try and soothe the pain. His hand was instantly at her throat and he started squeezing. She let out a strangled cry, but he silenced her with a punch in the eye. Her head was reeling and she was starting to have trouble being able to see. Several sharp pangs went through her lungs as they gave one last try to breathe and then stopped.

Madara let go of her and she dropped to the ground next to her arm. He heard her take a deep breath and then start coughing so he kicked her in the stomach. Blood streamed out of her mouth, but she made no noise. Leaning down, he realized that she was muttering something under her breath.

"Change... Change... Oh please change..." She let out another choked cry and suddenly, they were no longer standing inside the deep hole that Madara had created. They were now on the side of a mountain, which was covered in snow. Small, white fluff was coming down from the sky and it looked genuinely peaceful. Mika now had a small smile on her face and it must have had something to do with the fact that cold snow made her injuries less painful.

"I still... have... a little control," she whispered in regards to her dream. The Uchiha frowned and picked her up by the neck.

"Then I will have the honor of stripping it away from you," he sneered and tried to change the scene back to darkness. Instead, he heard laughter and a fully uninjured Mika was running through the snow. He looked back at the Mika in his hands, who was indeed injured. His mask hid the confused frown on his features.

"That was a memory," she whispered as she watched herself running away with a faraway look in her eyes.

"Run," she encouraged the now distant figure. Madara tightened his grip on her and this time, his control was successful and the scenery changed to a dark cave with blood all over the walls. Mika was still smiling and she was muttering something about freedom under her breath. However, the Uchiha brought her back to 'reality' by throwing her against the wall. There was a crack and she crumpled to the ground.

"Go ahead, do your worst. I know I will wake up soon anyway," she said with her face against the floor. He walked over to her, grabbed her arm, the one that was still attached, and pulled. Her eyes widened and she screamed when her other arm became dislocated and then ripped from her body. She continued to scream as the realization of the loss of limbs hit her will full force. "What the hell is wrong with you!"

Blood was flowing freely from her shoulders and she yelled, "What have I have I ever done to make you hate me so damn much!"

Groaning, she continued to writhe on the ground.

"Woman, I do not hate you. You just became my unfortunate victim. That's all there is to it," he replied without even a hint of emotion in his voice. She hissed and continued, "Then why can't you even call me by my name! It's always woman, wench or some other crap like that!"

"I will call you by name when you deserve it," he said. Then, he came to stand over her. He was holding a large cleaver and she shrieked in protest as he wielded it over his head and then swung down on her right leg; efficiently severing it. Mika screamed until her throat hurt, but still, she did not cry. The other leg was decapitated as well, but she was in so much pain that it really didn't matter any more. Finally, he came to stand above her head and flashed the cleaver dangerously.

"Do it! Just kill me already!" she muttered fiercely; her voice was horse and she couldn't even scream anymore. Madara grinned under his mask and said, "No, I think I'll just let you say around and bleed to death."

"Heartless bastard. Go to hell. I'm sure the Devil would like to have tea and crumpets with you!" she retorted; not even caring what happened anymore. His grin disappeared and he slit her throat with the weapon. Unable to talk, she just gave him a mocking smile and mouthed 'You know I'm right.'

He frowned, drew back and cut her head off. It rolled to the side and he glared down at her. "Stupid bitch. You deserve to suffer."

...

When Mika woke up, she heard screaming. It was then that she realized it was her own screaming. She was struggling against something while letting out a bloodcurdling shriek, though she didn't really know why. The events of the nightmare came back to her, which made her gasp and finally stop making noise.

"You finally stopped screaming, bitch," a gruff voice said from behind her.

That was also when she looked down to find herself being held back by two strong arms. Panic ceased all rational thinking in her brain and she resumed struggling, but with much more vigor. Suddenly, she was struck in the head and she stopped moving. Someone was holding her around the waist and grabbing her by the neck.

"I have a new rule for you; If you so much as let out a small cry, I will hurt you," the now familiar voice of Uchiha Madara hissed into her ear. She swallowed and found that there was blood in her mouth.

"Why are you holding me?" she whispered.

"The second I took control of your dream, your body started running around and violently trying to wake up by running into a wall," he replied. A small smirk formed on her lips and she mentally congratulated herself for trying to wake up. At last, Madara let go of her and she jumped away from him stiffly.

"Your high pitched shrieking no longer puts me in the mood to torture you so I have a different punishment for you today," he said as he too, got up to stand. He opened the cell door, which was when she understood where they were. She followed him and they made it back to the training room. The Uchiha disappeared for a second, but then reappeared with a bucket and mop. "You will scrub every inch of this room and if I so much as find one stain on the floor, I will make you regret it."

Mika nodded and picked up the cleaning supplies. She didn't care much for being treated like a servant, but she would rather clean that be forced into another genjutsu. Madara turned around and left, which left her alone in a room the size of an Olympic swimming pool.

"Damn it."

To be continued...!

I'm actually somewhat mad at Madara right now. How can he be such an ass to a poor, innocent girl like Mika?

Still, I somehow have to make them fall in love. :/ That's going to be hard.

Any thoughts?