I felt soft comfort around me, embracing me in its warm presence. My fingers entangled themselves in silky fabric as I snuggled closer into the gentle cloth, feeling quite content with myself. It was all ruined when I felt something solid wrap its arms around me. I opened my eyes, finally paying attention to exactly what I was snuggling into. That hair. That skin. That smirking face. I blushed heavily, recognizing who it was.

I screamed.

I jolted upwards, breathing heavily. I took notice of the color of the room I was in. Everything was white. Good lord, I was in a hospital room. I would never forget how a hospital room looked like. I had been in them enough to know so. However, I was quite confused as to why I was in a hospital room. My memories were rather fuzzy about the whole situation. I remembered getting mad at Madara, stomping off somewhere, and then nothing after that. The door opened, revealing a tired and worried looking BaD. She looked a good ten years older than she really was. She rushed over to me and immediately hugged me, looking relieved for some reason.

"Beth?" I said confusedly.

"Oh, Lil! I'm so glad you're alright!" she cried.

I blinked at her when she pulled away. "What happened?"

"Well…that's a long story. And I'd rather not bring it up after you just woke up."

"Wait…What do you mean I 'just woke up'?"

"You…kinda had a relapse."

"A relapse?"

"You know…?"

"Oh…"

I sighed. So it had happened again. Perfect. I hoped to high heaven that no one saw me in that state. Not only was it embarrassing for me, but it was frightening for anyone who saw it for the first time.

"Please tell me no one saw me like that," I pleaded.

"Ok. No one saw you like that."

"Really?"

"I would be lying if I told you 'yes'," Beth said sheepishly.

"Damn it…" I groaned as I flopped down on my bed. "Who saw?"

"Nathan did, I did, your parents did—"

"PLEASE don't tell me Madara saw me like that…" I moaned.

"Madara didn't see you like that."

"…You're lying again, aren't you?"

"Yep."

"Shit…" I grumbled under my breath, slapping my hands on my face. "He probably thinks I'm a lunatic now…"

"He doesn't think that."

"How would you know?"

"He was there when it happened."

I stiffened at what she had said. Madara had seen me like that? Good grief. The universe apparently had a vendetta against my existence. It always wanted to do horrible things to me, whether it did it through people I knew or through events that happened.

"Can I crawl into a hole and never see the light of day for the next week?" I complained.

"I would prefer that to not happen," Beth said kindly.

"How long was I out of it?" I asked.

"You were in that state for a good two days and you've been in the hospital for three days," she answered. "Your mother and father visited while they could. A couple of my friends left some get well cards and Nathan takes a lot of the blame on himself for not being able to help you."

"What about Mr. Ninja? What's he been doing this whole time?"

"He's been here about as long as you have."

I raised an eyebrow at that. "Why?"

"He…got shot."

I jolted upright again. "WHAT!? Who!? When!? How!? Why!?"

"Again, it's a long story."

"Tell me it, damn it! I hate being left in the dark! Is he okay!?"

The sound of the door opening distracted me from my yelling at Beth. I spotted the tall familiar figure of Madara Uchiha in the doorway, looking like he had seen better days. The creases under his eyes seemed more pronounced than before and his skin seemed to take on a sickly pallor in the dim lighting, making him look older and more tired than ever. He seemed rather surprised when he saw me. That expression faded away in the next second.

"…You're awake," he stated.

"Obviously," I retorted, crossing my arms and leaning back on my bed.

"Up and out of bed already, eh? You Uchiha are so tenacious," Beth commented lightly, smiling at the ninja as he entered the room and closed the door. "Guess that's why the ladies love you so much."

"Hn," He turned his attention to me. "I doubt that this idiot recovers as quickly."

"BEGONE, SATAN!" I shouted, placing my index and middle fingers to my temples and staring heatedly at him. I did this for a good few seconds while Madara eyed me oddly. He then pointed at me and turned to BaD.

"What is she doing?" he asked.

"I think she's trying to turn you into a fish," Beth laughed, obviously getting the Jeff Dunham reference.

"…I am not going to ask," he muttered under his breath, palming his face. He pulled his hand away and looked at Beth. "Blonde one. Leave. I need to speak with the servant girl alone."

"Oh. Okay," Beth said awkwardly. "I'll just…go. Please don't kill her while I'm gone."

I squirmed in place when BaD left the room. Madara always had this air of authority around him, making you want to submit to his wishes. However, it seemed to have less of an effect on me than it did before. Perhaps I was desensitizing to it? That would normally be a good thing in my book, but it also meant I had been spending too much time around him. Madara strolled right up to me, standing right next to my bed. I gave him my best glare, willing him to leave the room. I knew it was pointless, but it certainly made me feel better about the situation. To think I was actually worried for his well-being! He still acted like a stuck-up ass even when in recovery!

"Lilith," he said, surprising me when he used my actual name instead of my "servant girl" nickname he always used. "Tell me. Who is…Fee-bee?"

I bristled at the name, a lump growing in my throat. I licked my lips, trying to find my voice. "How…do you know that name?"

"You were constantly crying out for this 'Fee-bee' after that deplorable wretch assaulted you," he explained as he crossed his arms. "It was…unsettling. What happened to cause that reaction? I want to hear it from you."

The lump grew bigger, making me want to gag. I inhaled heavily before letting out a shaky breath. I could feel my fingers trembling even as I dug them into the sheets of my bed. I lowered my head, bringing my knees closer to my chest. I wrapped my arms around my legs, wanting to make myself as small as possible. I wanted to disappear from existence. I wanted to die so badly.

"Phoebe's…my older sister. Actually, she's my only sister," I answered, placing my chin on my knees.

Madara raised an eyebrow. "You have a sister?"

"No," I muttered darkly. "Correction: I HAD a sister…"

Madara's eyes widened. I could feel tears trailing down my face already. I hated speaking about her. Why did he have to bring her up? I buried my head into my legs, tightening my grip on them so I could shrink even smaller.

"She's gone…I couldn't do anything. I watched it all and I didn't do a thing!"

I didn't want to say anything else. Phoebe was always a sore topic for me. I hated anyone who brought up the subject. I hated myself for reacting like such a whiny baby about it. I was twenty-one, yet I still regressed back into a ten-year-old mindset whenever Phoebe was mentioned.

"She's dead…because of me…" I said, weeping into my knees.

"What happened?" he demanded again.

"You know what, Madara?! Go fuck yourself!" I snapped back at him. "You'll just tell me I'm an idiot and then insult Phoebe! You would never understand the guilt and pain that I feel!"

"You think I don't know the pain of losing a sibling!?" he angrily shouted back, his eyes bleeding red into his Sharingan. "You are sorely mistaken, you impudent fool!"

"Don't get snappy with me, you asshole!" I retorted. "I know about that from Beth! You lost your siblings to war! But you didn't see them get violated right in front of you!"

He blinked, his angry expression and Sharingan vanishing. "…What?"

"I watched my only sister get raped right in front of my eyes and then watched her die a slow and agonizing death!" I screamed at him. "There! I fucking said it! Are you happy now!?"

"She was…" he said quietly, cutting off at whatever he was going to say next.

I buried my head back into my knees. "Our parents were out. A man barged into our home to try and steal precious items, like money and jewelry. There wasn't enough time for both of us to hide, so she hid me in the closest closet. That fucking bastard decided he'd have some fun before he left. He shot her multiple times so there wouldn't be any witnesses…but I watched it happen. I saw everything."

Madara was deathly quiet, looking like someone had taken a wooden paddle and smacked him across the face with it.

"You at least had multiple siblings and only had to see your brother suffer from physical wounds made by a sword. He at least was treated," I muttered darkly. "My only sister got deflowered and I watched her as she writhed in agony from her bullet wounds. Medical help arrived too late and she died on the floor in the most disgraceful way a woman can go."

I felt the tears pouring down my face in rivers. "Phoebe didn't deserve it. She was innocent. She was kind and she was the light in my life. I always felt safe when I was with her. I felt like I could handle whatever life threw at me as long as she was there. But then her light was snuffed out, like a candle's fire being blown out."

I brought my head up again, glaring fiercely at Madara. "I used to believe that the world was full of nice people and that there was a handsome prince out there waiting to cart me off to Wonderland on his valiant white steed. That childlike belief ended when Phoebe died. I set my mind firmly in reality after that incident. I hate things in the world that go outside the realm of physics and logic. The world is a cruel place and only reality pervades over everything. I hate you most for that exact reason. There's no possible way for ninjas that come from different worlds altogether to pop out of computer screens!"

"So now you know. Are you satisfied?" I laid back down on the hospital bed, turning my back to him. "I swear, you are the most heartless, insensitive, ignorant man I have ever had the misfortune to know. It disgusts me how cruel you are to other people and their feelings. You care about no one except yourself."

"…Is that truly how you view me?" I heard him say.

"You've never shown me a reason to think otherwise," I huffed back.

"You're wrong."

"Oh yeah. You're always right cause you're a frickin clan head? You can kiss my ass with that answer."

"I never said that I was always right. If I was, perhaps Izuna would still be among the living."

"Izuna?" I repeated curiously. I peeked over my shoulder at the Uchiha. He had a haunted expression on his face and the creases under his eyes seemed even more noticeable than before.

"My younger brother. If I had accepted a truce with the Senju Clan earlier, he never would have…" He trailed off, his eyes looking downcast. "Forgive me. I didn't know that…you had suffered a similar, but far worse pain than I have. It was insensitive of me to pry."

"…I must be hallucinating," I stated, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples. "Because I think I'm hearing you feeling sorry and apologizing to me."

"You have no confidence in me, do you?" he said bluntly.

"Oh, gee. Ya THINK!?" I snapped back sarcastically. "I trust you about as far as I can throw you, which would be not at all!"

"I see…" he said. I heard his footsteps come closer to me. He grabbed my shoulder, forcing me to look at him. He had that playful smirk on his face again, causing me to frown. "I suppose I'll have my hands full trying to change that opinion of yours, won't I?"

"Okay. What are you plotting, you evil, evil man?" I questioned him. "Whatever it is, it can't be good for me."

"The blonde one refuses to have anything to do with me. Something about her having constant 'fangasms', whatever those are," he said, still smirking at me with that damnable mocking look on his face. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, servant girl."

"Screw you, ya dick!" I shouted, slamming my hands on every part of his body that I could reach.

In my futile effort to cause some sort of physical harm to Madara, I ended up punching his shoulder. He let out a sharp yell of pain, swiftly grabbing the area with his hand. I stopped my slapping frenzy, feeling rather stunned. I had never seen Madara cry out in pain before, so hearing it was shocking for me. I heard him mutter something under his breath; something about "of all places" and "stupid woman". I sat up on my bed, eyeing the hand on his shoulder. I cautiously moved my hands closer to the area, still unsure of whether or not he would slap them away. He made no move of resistance, letting me touch the area. He winced slightly as I moved his hand off his shoulder. I bit my lip, blushing slightly as I moved his shirt off his shoulder. I felt a surge of guilt come over me when I saw bandages wrapped around his shoulder, a growing splotch of red dotting the pristine white color. I wanted to snatch my hands away as soon as I saw the blood, but something inside me kept me from doing so.

"Is this…?" was all I could say.

"It's just a small wound. Nothing serious," he stated, covering his shoulder with his shirt again. "I wasn't expecting that man to have a device that could shoot conical projectiles at such a speed. I was careless."

"You moron! What were you thinking, going against someone with a gun when you had no idea what it could do!? You could have died! Beth would KILL me if anything happened to you!"

"But I didn't. There's no need to worry."

"If you tell me that, that's when I'll worry the most!"

"…You really are a strange woman," he stated, his expression clearly showing his confusion. "You say you hate me and you've suffered a terrible loss, yet you act so light-hearted and are concerned for my well-being when you barely know me. You also don't melt into an incoherent mess like most women I've met when they're near me. Your actions are puzzling to me, servant girl."

"Well, I'm not like most women," I huffed, crossing my arms. "And you say I judge people prematurely? Speak for yourself, you uncouth hypocrite."

"Oh, will you two stop fighting and just make up already!?"

Madara and I both jumped at the sound of Beth interrupting the tense atmosphere. She apparently had been peeping on our conversation from just outside the door. She glared angrily at both of us.

"I swear, you two are arguing like an old married couple! Just hug already, would ya?" she snapped. "Can't you two just admit that both of you are stubborn and have your issues!?"

Beth turned towards Madara. "While you may be a clan head, that status means next to nothing here in America. So stop trying to use it to your advantage over Lilith. Besides, this is your chance to take it easy and be yourself for once in your lifetime instead of the leader you're supposed to be." She then turned towards me, causing me to cringe. "And you! I know you have issues when dealing with people who treat you like dirt, but people will be people. Get over it! You need to learn patience when dealing with people like that."

"Now that that's said, hug and make up!" she commanded us.

Madara looked like he'd rather chew on nails than hug me. My face looked like a cherry tomato from the amount of blood rushing to my cheeks. Hug Madara? Oh geez. Someone kill me now lest my head explode on the spot.

"Oh, come off it, Uchiha-sama! You had no problem holding her close to you back when she was clutching to you like a lifeline."

"WHA-WHA-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?" I shrieked loudly. "I DID WHAT!? HE DID WHAT!?"

Beth blinked innocently at me. "You mean he didn't tell you what happened while you were in your relapsed state of mind?"

"Blonde one. Don't. You. Dare," he hissed at her.

Beth ignored him. "You were sticking to him like glitter to glue when he found you! You wouldn't let go of him so the medics had to pry you off of him when the ambulance finally got to the hospital! But he held you close to protect and comfort you, kinda like a guardian angel."

"I did no such thing!" Madara retorted, though I could see that his cheeks had turned the faintest shade of pink. Although, the color disappeared just as quickly it had appeared.

"He's in denial," Beth said, smiling knowingly at him. "He just doesn't want to admit aloud that he can be sweet despite his prideful attitude. According to Narutopedia on the internet, he's actually very sensitive to his surroundings. Since surroundings mean the environment, which includes people as well as location, he may be sensitive to other people's feelings too! I think he's just a big teddy bear waiting to be cuddled!"

"…Remind me that I need to ask how to kill this 'Internet' when you've recovered…" I heard Madara grumble to me under his breath. "Or I may just decide to kill this woman in its stead…"

"Madara-sama…did you really do that for me?" I asked quietly.

"…Yes. I'll admit it…" he sighed irritably.

"…Thank you," I said, smiling lightly at him.

He averted his eyes, pressing his lips together in frustration. "…You're welcome."

"Good. Now, where's that hug?"

"Absolutely not!" we both shouted at Beth simultaneously.

"It was worth a shot…" she said sheepishly, holding up her hands in defense.

I left the hospital a couple days later. I wasn't looking forward to going back to college. News and gossip spreads like wildfire. It wouldn't be long before I got teased for getting myself into such a situation.

According to what both Madara and BaD had told me, some creeper tried to violate me in the alleyway I was in. Luckily, Madara and Nathan were close enough to hear me scream and found me without too much trouble. Mr. Ninja was the first to come to my aid. Apparently, he kicked the guy's ass into next week. However, he was caught off guard by the gun and got hit in the shoulder before he knocked the creeper out cold. The shock of the situation brought back memories of Phoebe's incident and I was acting as if that same incident was happening right then and there. Of course, Nathan called 911 and Beth to tell them what happened and Madara was slightly unnerved by how I was acting. At some point during that mess, I had latched onto Madara and stayed there until we got to the hospital. There was a bit of a ruckus from Madara while the doctors attempted to treat his wounded shoulder since he didn't trust them, but BaD had arrived at that time and was able to convince him that they'd treat him well.

Madara's shoulder was healing up nicely. He brushed the injury off as the Black Knight would have to his severed limbs in the Monty Python and the Holy Grail movie. His attitude towards me also seemed to have mellowed out a bit. He wasn't as harsh to me anymore and started to call me by my name more often. That didn't mean he stopped using my "servant girl" nickname most of the time, which still irked me.

I walked into my living room, wiping the sweat off my brow since I had just finished making space in my room. I needed to take Madara shopping ASAP. He had been wearing the same blasted clothing for the past six days and it was driving me crazy. I had no room to put those clothes, so I had to make some room for them. I spotted Madara lying on my couch. I observed him as he watched the clock's minute hand tick by on my wall, his coal-black eyes following it as it turned. I placed my hands on my hips, walking up to him.

"You're bored, aren't you?" I stated as I saw the uninterested expression on his face.

"I'd never thought I'd say this, but yes. I am," he replied, looking up at me from his position. "As the head of the Uchiha Clan, I always had something to do: political meetings, training, missions. But here...I don't have to do those things. I already read those history books you gave me and I've already done my normal training regime three times today. It feels odd, not having much to do. How do you Americans deal with this inactivity?"

"That depends on the person," I explained, sitting down on the couch next to his legs. "People can read, take a nap, clean the house, wash dishes, watch TV, listen to music, play video games, et cetera. What do you feel like doing?"

"Video games?" he questioned curiously.

"Um…they're virtual realties that the person can play. It allows people to actively think and use hand-eye coordination while having fun. Some video games are for one person while others can have up to four people playing simultaneously. Some have stories that you can follow along as you progress through the game while others are combat or sport oriented."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I could teach you to play the N64 if you want."

"The what?"

"Short for Nintendo 64. It's an old gaming console. Different consoles play different games."

"…I suppose I have nothing better to do."

"Alright!" I said. "We can do that later tonight. But first, we need to go shopping."

"For suitable garments for me to blend into your society?"

"Exactly. Strap your sandals on, Madara-sama. Prepare to face the torment of a woman's shopping spree!"

Oh yes, I enjoyed dragging him around the mall that day. Not only because of the torture he was going to experience, but from his reaction to nearly every electronics store we went by. Ever seen the kids that plaster their faces against the windows when they're looking at something cool beyond the glass? That's what he reminded me of when we went by the GameStop. I didn't blame him. They don't have Wii U and 3DS wherever he came from. I half wanted to laugh and half wanted to coo at him when he just stared at the preview television screen for various upcoming games through the window. I actually joined him since the graphics in the preview for the new Smash Bros. for the Wii U looked absolutely gorgeous and awesome. I had never seen such a pleased expression on Madara's face before. He asked me if the technology really was all created by people, to which I answered yes. Maybe he had high hopes that one day Konoha would reach such a level of sophisticated technology.

That happy expression soon turned into a scowl when I dragged through five different clothing stores and forced him to try on clothes to see how they looked and fit on him. I made him carry what we did buy since I was paying for him. He grumbled about blue jeans being constricting and that Americans had a weird sense of fashion. I retorted by saying that he was old-fashioned in more ways than one. In the end, I got him two weeks worth of clothing for him. It ate up a good chuck of my money, but he definitely needed it. I was not allowing him to wear those blasted rags he came to our world in until he went home. I couldn't take the stench of them! How do men not notice when their clothing starts to smell that bad!?

I sighed to myself when I finally decided we were done. Nearby people gave Madara sympathetic looks when they saw the amount of bags he was carrying as he followed after me. They probably thought all those bags were for me. If only they knew.

"Alright, I think we're good," I said to him. I heard him mutter "finally!" under his breath, looking a tad relieved that he wouldn't be forced to try on more clothes. "You're stronger than your physique implies."

"You underestimate me all too often, servant girl," he stated as he frowned at me. "I didn't become clan head on wits alone."

"Right. I suppose I oughta stop doing that," I replied sheepishly, twirling my bangs nervously. "Tell ya what? I'll treat you to something nice since you've survived through this shopping spree without complaining once. How does ice cream sound?"

"Ice cream?"

"It's a tasty dessert," I explained. "It's sweet and it has all sorts of different flavorings. You can also put a wide variety of toppings on it too. It's made with milk or cream."

"Cream?"

"Don't you have cows in the Elemental Nations?"

"Well, yes—"

"Cream comes from milk which comes from cows. I can understand if you don't have cream, but—"

He frowned, looking a tad disgusted. "…You can drink that stuff?"

"…Did you drink milk from your mom when you were a baby?" I deadpanned at him. "It's the same basic principle, just a different mammal. It's totally safe and the health benefits are great."

"…I don't know about this."

"Just give it a try, Madara-sama. Please? You'll be glad you did."

He sighed. "Alright. I guess it can't hurt."

I mentally cheered in victory. I was slowly making progress with him!

"But first…where's the wash closet in this place?"

"Um," I gave him a funny look. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, Madara-sama. The male public restroom would be your worst nightmare, concerning your issue with people standing behind you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"You will soon understand, Grasshopper. You will soon understand," I said, pointing towards the nearest bathroom. "They're over there. I think I'll join you on your little trip too, since we're on the topic."

We walked in silence towards the doors leading to the two separate areas. I went into the ladies' room, quickly did my business, and walked back out. As I was opening the door, I rammed someone in the face by accident. The sound of someone cursing under their breath assaulted my ears, making me feel incredibly stupid and guilty.

"I'm sorry!" I apologized to the person as I peered around the door. I then frowned, recognizing who it was. "Oh, it's just you. Never mind."

"Think you're oh so clever, don't you!?" snapped Victoria Berkman, my college archnemesis.

Victoria Berkman was another one of the folks on the rich side of the railroad tracks. I had known her since my earliest days in grade school. However, unlike Beth, she was the biggest stuck-up, slutty bitch I had ever had the misfortune to know. Her platinum blonde hair was tied up in a neat braided ponytail on her pretty head, her chocolate brown eyes glaring heatedly at me. Her well-manicured hands were rubbing the sore spot on her nose, hovering slightly over her red lipstick-coated mouth. She was wearing a purple spaghetti-strap tank top and her blue jean shorts were just short enough to accent her smooth legs, but long enough for public decency. To be honest, I was rather jealous of her hourglass figure and clear skin. Then again she worked hard to keep her figure that way by eating right and working out, which I was too lazy to do.

"At least I have brains, compared to you," I coolly remarked back. "Let's cut to the chase, Icky Vicky; why are you here?"

"I was here shopping for lingerie, Captain Obvious," she retorted. "This is a mall, after all. I needed to buy some since mine are starting to get small again."

I blushed, feeling rather self-conscious about my figure. She smiled devilishly, knowing she had hit a soft spot.

"Oh, that's right! You haven't gone shopping for stuff like that since your breasts are so small! They haven't grown in size since middle school!"

"They're not small! They're average-sized!" I squeaked back, feeling embarrassed as I covered the aforementioned area with my arms.

"Price's puny pair! They're mosquito bites; that's what they are!" she laughed at me.

"S-s-s-s-so what!? I don't need them!" I shouted, crossing my arms and looking away from her. "At least I'm not a slut!"

"It's not my fault that guys drop dead for me," she said knowingly, stretching her arms and showing off her figure to me. "Some are born great while others are not. Unfortunately, my dear Lilith, you weren't gifted."

"Frankly, my dear Victoria, I don't give a damn," I snapped back. "I'd rather not deal with your infuriating attitude. I'm already dealing with one massive pain in the ass. I don't need another one."

"I'm a pain in the ass, am I?"

I shrieked loudly, stiffening up as I heard the all too familiar baritone voice of Madara Uchiha. I jerked around, spotting the deadpan expression on his face.

"Don't sneak up on me like that! You almost gave me a heart attack!" I shouted at him.

I heard a soft wolf whistle come from Victoria, causing both Madara and I to redirect our attention to her. She was sizing Madara up; I could tell from the calculating look in her eyes.

"Who's this?" he asked me.

I never got to answer since Victoria roughly shoved me out of the way. I landed on the floor, scraping up my hands slightly.

"The question is, who are you; you fine specimen of a man, you?" Victoria replied casually, getting a bit too close to Madara for my liking.

"Excuse me?" Madara said bewilderedly.

Victoria leaned in closer to him, grabbing his arm in hers. "Oooo. Your arm is taut and thick. You must work out a lot. What's your name, mystery man? I'm dying to know you."

"GET OFF OF HIM, YOU DESPICABLE VIPER!" I furiously shouted at her.

Victoria lazily eyed me. "I'm sorry; was I talking to you, Puny Pair Price? No, I wasn't. I highly doubt this hunk of man was either. After all, why would he want to associate with a disgusting demon like you? "

"That's it!"

I wasn't thinking clearly. All I knew was I had an urge to completely whale on Victoria for her comments and for flirting with Madara and I was following through with it. I rammed into her, taking her down on the floor. We ended up rolling into the middle of the mall floor, right in the view of all the innocent bystanders. I was punching every visible shred of her body and she was defending herself from the onslaught. She turned the tables on me when she grabbed a fistful of my hair and we switched positions. She rammed my head into the floor. I was seeing stars after the first three hits to my forehead. I was half aware of the people around us cheering for whoever was going to win the catfight.

The next few moments were sort of a blur. I believe I had decimated a chair by using it as a mace to hit Victoria with. I might've broken her nose and her lipstick was smeared over her face once the fight actually stopped. The mall security guards had to break us up by force since neither of us was letting up on the other. I was charged for starting the fight and I needed to replace the chair I had broken. I was grumbling to myself the entire time. If Victoria wasn't such a bitch to me all the time and constantly provoked me, shit like that wouldn't happen! I stuffed the ticket in my pocket, rubbing my bruised forehead.

"Are you alright?"

I screamed loudly again. I turned around, finding Madara looking at me with an amused expression on his face.

"Stop doing that!" I snapped at him. "What's wrong with you!?"

"I'd ask you the same thing," he replied. "What was that all about?"

I blinked. "Huh?"

"Women back home tend to dispute their disagreements in a dignified manner. I've never seen such a physical display of feminine fury..."

"Welcome to America, Madara-sama," I grumped. "Women here are much more blatant in showing their claws to other women they dislike. Hence, why female tussles are called 'catfights'."

"But why did you—"

"Did you expect me to do nothing!? I ain't letting that slutty playgirl flirt with you! I swear, she's been with at least five separate boyfriends all at the same time!"

He smirked at me, crossing his arms. "Were you jealous, Lilith?"

I blushed immediately. "Jealous!? Why would I be jealous!? I'm not jealous! I just don't want her near you!"

"Now who's in denial?" he quipped as he went to pick up his bags of clothing.

I slammed my hand against my forehead, knowing he had gotten me there. I then yelped at the pain that blossomed in my temples. I forgot about the mega-large bruise that was forming on my head. I didn't get paid to suffer this much. And I still had to deal with Madara for however long he was staying with me.

Fuck. My. Life.

I have a question for you fans out there. I like writing this story, but my mind has been filled with so many potential ideas I could use that I've had to write them down so I could remember them all. While doing so, I've already come up with a potential plot for a sequel to this story. I've also come up with a new character to be introduced in that sequel and he's been taking over my mind for quite some time now.

So, I'm asking this: would you like to see a sequel for this story? I'll be posting up a poll, so please vote if you're able to. If you can't vote, then just tell me your opinion in the reviews. Depending on the answers I get, it shall determine how this story will end and I MAY just decide to post up a teaser one-shot for that sequel when this story nears its end. So it's a pretty big deal. As always, please read and review. Reviews make me happy.