At 5:40, I get a sharp poke on my head. This time I wake up IMMEDIATELY. There sits Madara, giving me this serious look, so I ask him to leave for a sec, get dressed, and go to the hall where he was waiting.
"We need to talk. Let's go where we won't be disturbed." He states. Now I'm almost worried, he seemed sad, which is a bad sign for him.
The Madara I've come to know and love/hate has two main emotions: Destructive glee, and a comical disrespect for everyone and everything (Aside perhaps me and this Senju guy he brings up every so often). So when he shows something aside from those THIS strongly, there has to be something wrong.
He leads me to the spot in the woods where we burn stuff on a regular basis, which means whatever the problem is, it's a "between-you-and-me-ONLY" thing.
"So..." He begins. I nod and listen, because he doesn't like repeating stuff.
"You know what's in my jar, don't you?" Continuing, he looks at me with something between a glare and a "Oh shit" look.
"... Yoshika Uchiha is the 'Donor' I'm presuming?" I say, trying to be cautious. Talking about anything from his clan is a touchy subject. It's like talking to me about romantic relationships and NOT being careful; you're going to get beat up and embarrassed ASAP.
He looked mad at this.
"How do you know that?" He snapped, which got me on guard VERY quickly. I wasn't careful, now I might pay for it.
"You talk in your sleep. My sister does the same thing, so I know how to talk to people who do that, and find out what they're talking about." Being honest was the best thing to do right now. Crossing any more boundaries at this point is just plain dangerous.
"I see." He calmed down, and then did the one thing I could have NEVER imagined him ever doing. I almost fainted.
"I've been meaning to implant Yoshika's Sharingan eyes in you. You've been a good student, and a good f... fr..." He didn't want to say 'friend'. Too mushy. Too non-Uchiha.
"You've been a decent companion." Finished, he looked me in the eyes again.
"It's going to happen whether you like it or not. Don't be mistaken, Chelsea. In the end you're going to be leaving this dump with me, and you don't get a choice in that either. You have much potential as a Shinobi, and it's not going to be wasted." Now he looked serious again.
Wait, did he just say I was going to be leaving with him? Since when did he decide that? It was MY turn to glare at HIM.
"Why do you get to decide this? I have my own life you know." I gave him a 'You're explaining NOW' look.
"ARE YOU KIDDING? You live in a tiny apartment with and abusive brother and let's face it, there's about a less-than-one-percent chance you're actually going to go to college and live your 'dream'! I do not offer this sort of thing to anyone, the reason I decided to come here and be 'adopted' in the first place was so that I could test you to see if you'd be worth taking!" This I was dumbfounded at. I had been played, and had no idea the whole time.
"You've got skill that comes along once in a generation! Hell woman, you've mastered a Jounin-rank fire jutsu in about 3 days! Not even your lazy, fat brother can deny that!" Now he was just yelling. I couldn't go against this logic, though. I've never been to any kind of 'ninja' school, so it was probably a shock to him that I mastered that jutsu.
"..." I didn't know how to respond. How could I? I was being offered a literal once in a life-time opportunity, the kind you only read about in fairy tales. My face probably told him exactly what I was thinking, because he looked totally calm now.
I've always wondered how he can be almost bi-polar at like that.
He picked up again.
"You've got 2 days to do whatever you need to, then we're leaving. Pack essentials, like clothes and hygiene supplies. Say goodbye to whoever it's needed, because once we leave, we're never coming back. And here," He said, handing me the katana I'd been practicing with the last few days.
"This is yours. Ever lose it and I'll punish you." He growled somewhat at this, apparently this kind of situation was hard for him.
Damn. He did it. He knew, that once he showed he actually cared about me, I would give in. I hate how he can read me like that. HATE. IT.
"Alright." I growled too. Believe it or not, we are actually pretty similar. We both were NOT people to mess with, we both could manipulate a situation to wherever we wanted it, and apparently according to him by the time he was done I was going to be a strong ninja, like him.
"... So what's going to happen with the eye-transplant thing?" I inquired. I was actually super nervous about this, but I managed to look cool and hide my anxious feelings.
"That? We're taking care of that now." I could hear the grin in his voice, and before I could respond, he had turned non-chibi and had me by the pressure points. I started *GACK*-ing, and squirmed. Damn, he really did hide how strong he was, it must have been a pain in the butt to train me at the rate he was going before.
"Shut up, and hold still. This is only as painful as you make it." Total voice change. He pressed a little harder, in particular around the temple area of my head.
It literally just seemed like I blinked.
I knew I had been out though, because after I 'blinked', I realized I was on the ground, and there was some blood next to me.
"You woke up faster than I expected, Yoshika." I looked up, and there stood Madara Uchiha, in full armor.
"Yoshika? My name's Chelsea." I replied, being careful not to shoot back or sound snotty. Common sense tells you not to mess with someone when they have a height advantage over you.
"No, now it's Yoshika. You won't be going by your old name, no one is going to recognize you ever again." The way he said it, it was smooth. Like he had been practicing while I was out. Slowly, he reached behind him and pulled out a mirror, and held it in front of me. I had black eyes now, not the green that had been my eye color for years. He had put Yoshika's eyes in me.
Standing up, he didn't waste a moment. We started training, then and there, and kept going for about 5 hours. It was 5:30 p.m. when we went back to my apartment, meaning we were gone when everyone woke up, and possibly worried my Mum. It was alright though, Madara had placed a Tsukuyomi on Mum so she never knew I was gone. Smart buzzard.
I won't be surprised if Madara-senpai (He's forcing me to call him that btw) tries to do my brother in before we leave. He didn't like him whatsoever, I actually don't mind. Am I cruel for being so cold to my own brother?
That night was tough. I'm writing this the day after, meaning tomorrow... I'm going for good. Talk about a turn of events. I should have known better than to try and adopt an S-ranked criminal, but it's too late for regrets. In half an hour, it's training time, Madara-senpai is going to train me to use the Sharingan.
I've said goodbye to the people I talk to every now and then. They're not really friends, but we're probably going to leave at like, 5 a.m., so I'm going to be ready.