A/N: New chapter, yay! :D P.S, It says in this chapter Madoka comes from a village called 'Oniyama', but I just took that from another story I had. :)

***Warning, Madoka is badass and curses, right? Haha :D***

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Chapter Eleven – Best Safety Lies In Fear

"Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here."

"If you are unfortunate enough to ever lay eyes on Madoka, we suggest you run. Oniyama, his home village, is well known for it's violence and out-of-control ninja. His ego is his downfall. If you challenge it, he will find it terribly hard to resist a fight," Kakashi repeated to himself out loud, remembering that it had said this on his file, the apartment only minutes away.

He almost crashed into a woman, who he grabbed quickly to stop her falling over and dropping all her groceries.

"Oh Kakashi! I just got back from your apartment," she smiled warmly, not seeming to notice his panting or red face.

"M-My apartment? Did Kurenai or Naruto answer?" he asked desperately.

"No! A man called Yoshi did. Nice man, actually. You never told me you had such an attractive friend," she winked. Yoshi? That was the name he had used? Seemed a little too creative for Madoka. He usually didn't bother lying and probably would've killed this woman for the fun of it.

As Kakashi ran off, causing dust to fly into the woman's eyes, she screeched and roared at him, before quietly asking herself, "Jeez, what's his problem? You'd think there was an emergency or something. Dramatic much?"

Madoka had a bucket on his head, music blasting through the speakers of a radio he had found in a closet in Kakashi's room, and dancing with a mop. He did a little bit of a salsa, bored out of his mind. He paused when the song ended, sighing.

"Where is that psycho Kakashi anyway? Eh, Kurenai?"

He glanced at the woman who had blacked out around ten minutes ago. He looked around the apartment, pulling the bucket from his head and walking to check on Naruto. He poked Naruto's cheek, grinning. He pulled on Naruto's mouth, making it look like Naruto was talking. Intimidating Naruto's voice, he said, "I like Kakashi, I'm a loser, I think I'm gonna be Hokage when I grow up but I'm really just gonna be as depressed and miserable as as Kakashi is, right? Then I'll find some kid and mess up his life like mine!" he chuckled.

"Madoka…" a voice growled. Madoka almost jumped, and laughed.

"Kakashi man you scared me! Awh, look I dropped my bucket."

Madoka picked it up, and Kakashi wondered if the man had a mental problem. He cared more about the dented grey plastic bucket then he did about the fact that Kakashi was ready to attack him. Madoka put the bucket back on his head, laughing and looking in the mirror on Naruto's wall.

"Oh wow, I look so good. You could learn something from me Kakashi."

Kakashi thought he had been ready for anything, until he was slammed against the wall, falling to his knees. Madoka hadn't moved a muscle, but Kakashi had been sure something had pushed him. He saw a shadow vanishing through the floorboards, his eyes widening.

"They never mentioned that, did they? The Shadow Jutsu. It's not on any of my files," Madoka murmured, modelling in the mirror, putting a hand on his hip and moving the bucket forward. He pouted and laughed. "Shadows can be your best friend sometimes."

Kakashi lunged, grabbed Madoka's wrist and twisting it. His eyes almost popped out of his skull when Madoka's entire arm fell away from his body, landing on the ground. It pulled itself towards Madoka slowly. Kakashi's mouth fell open as he watched it twisting and pulling.

"H-How…"

Madoka glanced down at it. "Now look what you did. Silly Kakashi, do you know how hard it is to reconnect your veins and nerves? No, you wouldn't, would you? You inconsiderate fool."

"What the Hell are you?" Kakashi screamed.

"Relax Kakashi. I'm human."

Madoka picked up his arm, pushing it back into his shoulder. It reconnected immediately, and he flexed to make sure all veins had reconnected as he'd said. Then he smiled and clenched his fist, punching a surprised Kakashi. Kakashi fell on his back, sliding across the room. Madoka wasn't finished. He ran forward, grabbing Kakashi's jacket and kicking his stomach. He didn't stop, kicking him nearly 47 times until he was positive Kakashi would throw up.

He didn't, not yet. Madoka took a little step back, carefully checking the damage. He decided it was not enough and kicked him once more, turning around and storming out. The shadow appeared again, slightly hunched. Kakashi recognized it as the shape he had seen at the start of the nightmares, the thing that had come towards him when he used his Sharingan.

He flicked it on now, seeing the shape take a more human form when he did so. It seemed to realize he could see it better, and got on it's knees. Kakashi lashed out as it got closer, but it felt like he was hitting smoke. Some of it's 'body' blew away when he hit it, but slowly reattached itself back to the body again, swirling around just like black smoke did.

It only got closer, so close Kakashi could feel it's breath on his face. His own breath sped up, feeling fear for the first time in a long time. Kakashi was trained, an ANBU to perfection, so he had confidence in his abilities. Madoka was just as confident, if not more, and he hadn't been trained. He'd done it himself, rising up in the slums of Oniyama. Myths had been heard in Konoha , terrible stories about Oniyama that made his skin crawl. Life there was hard to get away from.

Instead of running, Madoka had embraced it happily. When Madoka re-entered, dragging Kurenai behind him, the shadow backed away from him quickly, running towards the corner of the room.

"Yeah Kyosuke. Don't think I didn't fucking see you watching him. Humans aren't as interesting as you think," he hissed. The shadow swirled, appearing beside him suddenly and bowing. "Honestly Kyo. I created you. Don't think I can't destroy you."

'Kyo', if that was the thing's name, vanished again. Even Kakashi could tell that this shadow thing held high respect - or fear- for Madoka, who was busy tying Kurenai to the wooden end of Naruto's bed. Kakashi was beginning to get up when Madoka saw, quickly flitting across the room and slamming Kakashi against the wall again.

And so the punching and violence began again, as Kakashi clawed back at him. He managed to get a nasty mark on Madoka's temple, causing blood to run down the side of his face and blind him momentarily. Madoka yelped a little, falling backwards.

Kakashi huffed, wiping off the blood on him and pulling his mask down fully. He had managed to hurt Madoka somehow, but he couldn't see any visible wounds. They stayed like that, with Kakashi leaning against the wall for support, and Madoka crouched about a foot away from him, breathing deeply.

"K-Ka…ka...shi…" a weak voice called.

His breath caught in his throat as he heard the voice of the very child he was starting to consider his son. Yes, the great Hatake Kakashi was feeling a lot more love for Naruto than he ever expected to.

Madoka's eyes flashed, and in that split second Kakashi knew exactly what Madoka wanted to do. So he lunged forward, both jumping to grab Naruto before the other could make it, both trying to reach the little blonde kid that was starting to wake up.