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It was that time of day again. Birds singing, wind blowing, light blinding the Uchiha who was still in bed unaware of the fact that his fiancée was not in bed. Instead she was trying to get over guilt of what she has done. Part of her was happy it happened, the other part was mad at herself and Hashirama that she did it. She had sex. Yet she was… married. Kameyo stood in the wind, lost in thought.
'what do I do…' She sighed. 'it's too late to back out now. I must follow through with my mission. … I also need to inform Hashirama about this…'
"Lost in thought?" A male voice came up from behind her.
"hmm…?" Kameyo turned to find Izuna walking up to her. "Sleep well?" She grinned playfully.
"Nope. But better than last time," He stopped a couple feet away from her, "why… are you here Yami?"
Kameyo turned and raised an eye brow, "I'm sorry, I just find this place really… relaxing… I can leave if you want."
"No… No… I was just… curious." There was a pause. "Spar with me." He state, but it sounded like a demand.
"no," he replied simply with a smile. Izuna did not like the answer, so he made the first move. Lauching his first to her face, Kameyo dodged, grabbed the arm and flipped him. Izuna turned his body around and landed on his feet. A grin suddenly crept across his face. Kameyo blinked, what was he doing?
"I'm gonna go back to Madara…" Carefully, Kameyo went back to the manor. Yet her mind was still in thought, why did he grin?
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After breakfast, Izuna came into the dining room.
"Madara, I have important news to talk to you about." Madara just looked at him and blinked, as if he was saying 'go ahead and tell me. I don't have all day.' "In… private…" Izuna replied eyeing the fake princess. The leader stood up and walked out and followed his younger brother to the meeting room.
"what do you want? I was in a good mood until you showed up."
"we have a leak." Madara frowned.
"How do you know this?"
"The Shimetsu clan put a spy into the Senju. I personally asked for an update and found out that the Senju put a spy here." Izuna paused. "and I strongly believe it's the princess." Madara stared wide eyed at Izuna for a split second.
"Did the spy say that?"
"No but I ha—"
"If you don't have evidence against her, then do NOT accuse her!" Madara cut him off. The younger Uchiha waited until Madara cooled off a bit.
"It makes sense. Madara—"
"No."
"Hear me out! When have I been wrong?" They had a glaring show down for a while until Madara nodded.
"She's come to seduce you, gain your trust. Then get information but you'd be too blinded by lust to notice. Don't you find it weird how she's so good at sparing? It's like she's been professionally trained." There was an eerie silence.
"Tsk… what would suggest?" Madara rubbed his temples. Everything was just too much to swallow.
"Continue the marriage. We really need her clan's money. I'll keep a very close eye on her." Izuna walked towards the door.
"I hope you're wrong," Madara sighed.
"Yeah… I hope so too," Izuna muttered as he left. The Uchiha's were unaware to the fact that Kameyo was carefully listening outside the room. She was, after all, one of the best spies in her clan. 'I have to tell Hashirama-sama about this spy...'
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It was only a day before the marriage and everything was going quite smoothly. Kameyo was able to get the pesky pony tailed Uchiha of her back after a couple of days. Madara couldn't have been more blind sighted by love. They were staying in different rooms tonight and it couldn't have made Kameyo doubt herself even more.
'I don't like this feeling… it feels so bad… but I have to go through with this…' She looked out the window, gazing at the stars. '… I have to go through with this…'
A knocking sound came from the door.
"Come in." Kameyo said, thinking it was a maid. The door slide open and someone stepped inside.
"I don't trust you." Kameyo turned around surprised to see her fiancee's brother.
"interesting… Why do you say this now…?"
"I just thought you'd like to know," Izuna crossed his arms and sighed. "but for some strange reason, my brother isn't listening to me."
"doesn't he always do that?" Izuna scoffed.
"just because you're going to be married to him doesn't mean I won't hurt you if I need to."
"hmm… is that a threat?"
"hn," Izuna then left.
"of course…" She muttered, "you're defiantly the brother of Madara…" Kameyo sighed. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.
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"You ready?" Madara asked with a very nice Kimono. They were standing in front of door which led to the altar.
"yeah… let's just get this over with," she sighed. She, too, was wearing a beautiful Kimono with her hair tied up and a very complex way.
"hn."
It was a traditional wedding, simply and private. Izuna, some Uchiha elders and the real princess's father were waiting at the altar. The wedding went by pretty quickly, almost too quickly. Her mind was completely blank for the whole wedding. Distracted with only one thing in mind, how was she going to leave him?
They were both sitting on the training grounds. That place has always been her favorite spot. The stars twinkled brightly and the wind was breezier than ever. Kameyo turned and looked over at her newly wedded husband.
"We are married," Kameyo simply stated to break the ice.
"yep."
"Tomorrow I'm going to leave."
"hn."
"How?"
"How? Didn't you figure that part out?" Madara turned and put his palm under his chin.
"well… I was… but I just don't know how to-"
"cover it up?"
" yeah…"
"I'll deal with that… You can leave tomorrow at dawn. Your clan's money has already been transferred and you're not needed. No one will really care that you're gone." His words were so cold and his face had no expression. Kameyo couldn't help but feel used.
"right… that's true…" She got up and walked away. The she stopped, not turning her head back to look at him. "I'm going to get ready for tomorrow…" Her voice was strong but sad. Why was she sad though? Her mission was to not get emotionally connected. Kameyo walked away from Madara.
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Madara woke up. Not knowing what to expect, he sat up and looked to his right. No one was there. Of course. Madara couldn't help but wonder how strange Kameyo was. A young princess helping a man gain more power, getting married to that man, then leaving. He sighed. It was all over now.
Kameyo was on her way to Hashirama. It was easy to evade the Uchiha guards since she was well trained. She was emotionless. A regular person would not leave him, or at least leave with guilt, lots of guilt. It was the end. Mission accomplished. What now?
They were both feeling empty. But there was nothing more to do. The Uchiha has more power and wealth. Kameyo has more information, knowledge and experience.
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"Madara… where's your wife…?" Izuna walked into the empty room.
"gone." Madara was leaning against the window, looking up at the night time clouds.
"wh-what? I told you we shouldn't have trus—"
"I let her go." Izuna stood shocked and blinked.
"why?" Curiosity hit him. He was having so much fun with her over the past week. Then all of a sudden he just let's her go?
"She did what she came here to do. Her clan gave us wealth and she wanted freedom. There's no point of getting her back. Just let her go." Izuna stared at his elder brother. Trying to take all the information in.
"So you were just using her?"
"hn…" Izuna sighed, almost sounded like relief.
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"hey…"
"Hey, you're back." A man with darker colored short hair and blue eye said. He was wearing a lose yukata and was sitting in bed staring at the stars. Very young, muscular and alone. Kameyo walked inside the dark room and crawled into bed with him.
"I missed you…" She leaned in and kissed him on the lips.
"Me too." And kissed her back. The kiss heated up. "you really did miss me…" the man breathed through the kisses. "One month with no fun? How did you handle it, Kame-chan?"
"shut up Koshu…" She felt guilty. But she really wanted to forget the past month. Making love was her only way.
"I love you, Koshu…"
"I love you too, Kameyo.." The night last later filled with lots of moans and grunting.
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Love… You may think you love someone. You may marry them. You may spend the rest of your life with them, but you may never fully feel complete.
