Yuti-chan: Eh. He may or may not have a reason to be pissed, but dammit, he's Madara Uchiha. He can do anything!
Raixan: Oh yes. But then again, I wouldn't totally mind a world ruled by a sexy beast like him ;)
silversnowflake: why thank you, lovely~! Haha!
"Kitsune..." he said slowly, sitting up from his spot leaning against her sink. Her face immediatly turned red when she realized he wasn't wearing shirt and his hair was wet. So, he was actually waiting for her and decided to get a shower, y'know, just use the girl's bathroom, she won't mind if you dig through her shit... "..." Kitsune's angry rambling was cut short by his short, half-assed glare.
"Yes?" She murmured, already backing up to get distance between them. She felt a whoosh of air, and suddenly there was something at her back. She whirled around to see that he had shut the door with his arm, and was now pinning her.
"Going somewhere?" He hissed out. Kitsune turned back to him, looking up at him through her lashes. What did he want her to say? That she was so terribly sorry that she sliced up his face?
Well... that would be a problem.
"Well... I was planning on using the shower, but since you're in here..." She looked up at his face again, and was surprised when she saw he looked rather tired. "When was the last time you slept, Madara-sama?" Kitsune practically bit her own tongue off at having to say 'sama', but she figured it would get her some brownie points if she did.
He grunted at her but said nothing more, taking his weight off the door and turning back to the mirror, where he inspected his face, purposely ignoring the gashes. Kitsune twitched. They needed to be tended to.
"...Madara-sama, may I go now?" She asked finally, thankfully without letting the fear seep into her voice. He rolled his shoulders with a loud, drawn out sigh, tilting his head back.
"Now, tell me why I should let you," he whispered, almost too low for her highly trained ears to pick up, but she managed. She stuttered a little, before finally settling back with a scowl. With a groan, she leaned against the wall, knowing that even if she tried to run, he'd just catch her and bring her back to watch him sulk. Stupid Uchiha.
But then she got a brilliant idea.
"Madara-sama, let me see your cheeks." She hopped off the wall, trying to forcefully turn Madara around so she could see the gashes. He jerked his shoulder out her grasp, giving her a scalding glare over his shoulder. She took in a sharp breath, but tried to ignore the sharp pang she felt in her gut that told her to lash out at this cocky bastard again. Instead, she placed her hand on his shoulder again, this time digging in with outstretched claws. Madara whirled on her with a snarl.
"Just let me see the damned cuts! I want to help you!" She snapped before he could open his mouth. She gripped his face while he was turned and touched one with a skilled finger, green glow illuminating her hand and the scratch. Carefully, she traced her fingers over each one, healing them. Madara just watched with a carefully blank expression. "There. May I go now?" Unfortunately, she couldn't keep the irritation out of her voice that time.
"...No."
"The hell?" She gasped, blue eyes wide and questioning. That bastard!
"You have to kiss it better," He murmured huskily, leaning his face down into hers. Her pale face flushed a bright red.
"What? But it's already..." he stopped her with a glare. She clenched her teeth together, her face burning. How the hell could he ask that of her? "Do I really..." He cut her off again, just not with a glare this time. He fisted his fingers in her hair, smashing his lips to hers hungrily. She gasped, giving him more access on accident. Her face flushed harder than it already was.
He slid one skilled arm around her waist, pulling their bodies together with a smirk at her discomfort. Kitsune grimaced, his lips bruising her pink ones a dark purple. His fingers rubbed into her side skillfully, making her push against him against her will. He sliced a kunai shallowly down the side of her hip, making her gasp in shock and pain. Madara pushed his tongue through her lips carefully, wary of her biting. When she did bite down, he slid out slowly with dark chuckle, but continued to kiss her lips now stained with his blood.
Kitsune placed a hand on his chest, trying to push him away from her. He wouldn't budge. Madara bit her lip and licked at the blood when it welled up there, slowly kissing down her jaw line. "Madara!" Kitsune gasped, anger and embarrassment seeping through, still trying to push him away. He chuckled, his entire body vibrating against hers.
"That was your punishment, Kitsune, seeing as pain does nothing for you," he murmured against her throat, his red Sharingan blazing up at her. Her throat went dry, all sense of discretion gone. She just wanted to curl up and die.
Madara let her go, feeling a sick sense of triumph at being able to make her feel so helpless. Her petrified face gave him a euphoria he reserved for massacres and kicking puppies- something not easily accomplished. Her fear gave him such a rush.
He loved it. He wasn't going to let it go. Wasn't going to let her go.
He stepped out of the room, watching out of the corner of his eyes as she slid to the ground, her eyes blank and vacant. Madara gave one last soulless chuckle before leaving the room completely. Kitsune waited till he was gone, then took a shaky, hesitant breath.
"Dammit all to hell," she whimpered to herself quietly, letting her chest rise and fall in her erratic breathing as often as it'd like. As long as that damned psychopath wasn't in the room, she didn't have anything to be afraid of. She knew he fed off fear. She could sense his predatory gaze, his possessive stance, the way his lips turned upwards just so slightly, his true malevolent intent never failing to filter through otherwise beautiful appearances.
Kitsune wanted to die. Her heart was on fire, fear making it beat furiously and excitement making her blood run hot with adrenaline. She 'fight or flight' hormone did nothing for her. Her feet couldn't move fast enough to get away from him, and her tiny fists were too feeble to beat him back. What else was there for her to do about this little setback in her plans. Madara knew how to get to her, and she was aware of that now. She didn't need someone to tell her this themselves. She never needed anyone to point out things to here, in fact, normally it was the other way around. She was very observant.
Yet it would take more than observations to guide her through this. Kitsune had a pretty good feeling this man, demon, whatever, was just as intellectually supreme as herself. He shoved the fact down her throat often enough.
Slowly, she stood up, ignoring the throbbing in her side. She vaguely considered going to Itachi, but she knew he wouldn't be able to help her in the long run, and he would likely either ignore her or get himself hurt trying to help. For some unknown reason, she didn't want that man to get hurt.
Kitsune never used to care when people got injured or suffered, as long as her own ends were accomplished.
Damned Uchiha! She cursed them gently in her mind, ever aware of the pulsing headache starting in between her eyes. She stepped out of her bathroom to her room, fluttering her eyes closed as she laid on the bed. The insistent ache in the back of her mind lessened a bit. The angry glaring from out her window made in harder to rest, but she managed.
Soon, she was fast asleep.
Kitsune woke, headache gone, yet still feeling like hell. She sniffed hard, trying make to get rid of the stinging in her eyes as the light invaded through the window. Her large, crystalline cerulean eyes blinked owlishly at the clock beside her bed, another note attached to the side. It was folded in half and looked sinister. Not the note itself, no! She tried to reason with herself. It's just that the last note she got was so...
She shivered, hoping to God it wasn't from Madara. With a frown, she decided to take a bath before reading it.
Scared bitch* Her concience just couldn't help jeering at her. With a long, drawn out, regal sigh, she slid out of the damned confining shirt and tight pants. Could they choose no lighter for her? She felt like she would die if it got any tighter.
The water flicked on with an audible hiss. Kitsune stepped in, reveling in the boiling hot water. The cold, just chase away the cold...
But nothing could chase it away. Nothing could stop this from attacking, consuming, leeching the life out of her. The pain. How could she deal with the pain of it, now that she knew? She knew she didn't stay to help her family. She should have died with her aneki, her oba-chan. Her father was never around, so that fact didn't matter. Mouchou died. Gingitsune died. Why couldn't she have died? Why did he choose her for all his wicked little games?
Kitsune punched a wall, ignoring the sight of blood as it cracked only slightly enough to cut. She was weakened. She couldn't fight off the one thing attempting to bind her. Madara.
Her back touched the cold tile of the shower's wall, letting herself slide down. She banged her head lightly, trying to figure out what to do about this. Her eyes closed, switching everything to dark. Her body slowly wilted in on itself. She needed to know how to fight- how to *live* for that matter without Byakko.
Obviously Madara didn't do his homework. Byakko is a part of her, therefore sealing it away- not only once, but twice (once when she was younger, then with the silver)- is sealing pieces of her soul away. Pieces that she desperately needs.
He said that fire would save her. What fire? Whose fire?
She banged her head again. This was getting out of hand.
She couldn't fight. Couldn't run. What else was there?
What else was there?
She was left with only questions and no answers.
Damn you, Madara...
She got out, her frown growing as she went over to the note.
Plan to be seeing more of me- Madara
...Damnit.
I absolutely love this story. It's so fun to write!
