I've been bogged down with exams and revision, so delays expected!

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Naruto, but I own my OC
Natsuro, Satinee (last, first)
One shot that became a short story.

Atashi wa anata no yuurei
(I am your ghost)
Or should be

That was the last time I kissed, touched, smelt and saw him.

Later that night I was attacked. My security was relaxed; a truce was offered and I was a very capable kuniochi. Nobody would have thought that I could be over powered.

There are only parts of that night I can remember, after Madara left.

I was taken by a very early bout of morning sickness, and dizziness had been affecting me.

They used senbon needles at first. Not trying to kill me, just inactivate me. I was not just a capable kuniochi, I was the best kuniochi. Self centered, yes. But I was. I was never going to give in to a few Senju. After a few deaths on their side, I began to tire. I hated pregnancy, it made me feel weak, and my strength seemed to fade much quicker than it used to, no matter how much chakra I had used. Unluckily for me, their tactics changed. No longer were they trying to take me alive, they were going for the kill. I was able to continue a steady loss on their side, incurring only a few injuries to myself. Until a wave of sickness came over me; and I had to stop.

I unceremoniously gagged and was sick in the middle of the chaos. That was not my proudest moment. That was when they took their chance, and I remember the feeling of a kunai being plunged between my third and fourth ribs on my left side. An attack from the back. Cowards.

After that is when I don't remember much. I must have hit my head on something. That was the first time I had ever lost.

Later, when I awoke, I was in the care of an old couple; Ojiisan and Obaasama. They said they just found me lying in the middle of a dusty road. I do not find that believable.

They lived in a remote area, just inside the Wind country. He was a retired shinobi, no longer available for contracting, and she had always been waiting for him to come home. The ever obedient housewife. Their chance for a family had passed them by, I resented him for taking her opportunity away; she had that mothering air about her. And they were always smiling. I don't know what there was to smile about. And I hated them for that, but my gratitude towards them over rode any ill feelings I had.

They told me that the Uchiha and Senju truce had been agreed to. And the land of fire had hired both clans to secure their border. A central village was being constructed, which would be the base for all shinobi in the Fire country; called Konohagakura.

There was a boy that came by, every other day, and he would tell me the news from the Fire country. Madara was right that there would be inward turmoil, as there were then arguments over leadership of that village; for Hokage. Even the whole Uchiha clan was in favor of Senju Hashirama. I did not need that boy to tell me that Madara would make threats to leave, that he was greatly angered, nor that he would seek revenge. I could not even imagine what he was going through.

I wanted to see him, my whole body needed to be with him. However, I was incapable of moving, it took a week before I was able to shakily place my feet on the ground and stand, with the aid of a very sturdy object. That made it three weeks from the night I was attacked, until the night I died. I did not believe them then, not until much later. They told me the place of my grave; it was a tomb that lay within the protection of a temple. Apparently my body held many secrets. The unlucky person who would try to gain them from my "body". Even I do not know what they buried, because I am very much alive.

This knowledge gave me answers for many of the questions that were running through my mind. Why hasn't he come for me?

I heard nothing of real significance from the news boy for weeks. He told me what I had already predicted; Madara left Konohagakura, and had sworn his revenge upon Hashirama. Though the boy did tell me that the revenge was two fold, it was for his out casting, and for the death of someone close to him.

That got at least a weak smile from my lips. Then after another three weeks of nothing that concerned me, that young boy broke my heart. Madara had sought his revenge in the valley of the end. It was meant to be the final battle that would lead to the Uchiha's succession, and lead to the Senju's fall from grace. It was only Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama in that valley. And Hashirama had won. My Uchiha Madara had been defeated. Killed. Murdered.

Obaasama – Grandmother
Ojiisan – grandfather

THANK YOU FOR READING!

I have ideas for spin-offs, and such, but I don't think I will post them unless you want me to…
Or I could re-do this piece and fill it out, with more detail of past events, and not post the spin-offs?
And possibly a sequel… since the ole bugger Madara's alive…
Opinions/reviews are welcomed!