CHAPTER 11
"How dare he touch her! How dare he lay his filthy hands on my woman!" Madara paced back and forth in his office as images of the bruises and blood dripping from Ayuki's face flashed through Madara's mind.
What right did Takeshi have to touch something that didn't belong to him?! Married or otherwise Ki was his woman!
"She belongs to me!" Red filled his vision as he thought of what he'd overheard the other night - hearing her moans and sighs of pleasure as Takeshi held what was his! The sounds of splashing water and her pleading for him to go faster – to give her pleasure – the kind that only Madara himself could give her! He knew she would need to sleep with him – convince him that she loved him. But hearing it was something that he would never forget!
And just as he had calmed down – rationalized the situation – that filth of a man lays his hands on her, bruising her skin and breaking her bones! Ki was an eternal being, as far as they knew she aged one year to everyone else's fifty, as soon as she hit eighteen her aging process declined to the point of a practical stand still, but she could still be killed, her bones could be broken and her skin bruised. She healed faster than most but still not by much.
She still carried the scars of previous battles and old wounds. Madara knew she carried scars form Takeshi's cruel beatings – but she never let him see them – she had too much pride for that – she respected him so much that she wouldn't show him any weakness.
He knew that was why she fought him on everything, but no matter how much they argued, he wouldn't change that about her – it was just one of the things that made her his Ki – only his.
Thinking back on it Madara couldn't remember when he'd decided he loved her…when he knew that she could be none other than his. Whether she wanted to or not was irrelevant – it had gotten to the stage where he would do anything to have her – kill anyone to own her – she was the woman, the person, the being that he couldn't function without, she had given him so much and he had taken that and built upon it, he would one day give her the world – whatever she wanted she could have – as long as she was his.
Madara knew that she would fight him for the rest of her life just for her pride – he knew that she was too stubborn for her own good – but even when she was broken, bleeding, hurting and vulnerable she always had that stubborn set to her chin – always had a glint of rebellion in her eyes and her dusty petal lips always set in a harsh line.
But even knowing how strong she was, it still tore at his chest to see her so broken – he couldn't even look her in the eyes until he'd healed her, couldn't admit that it was her – his Ki – the woman he loved – valued more than anything. If he had looked into her eyes then he wouldn't be able to ever forget that she had been in such a state. And it was his fault.
He had sent her in to endure the beatings time and time again without reprieve or mercy or even the choice to fight back. She had no option but to take the brutal treatment – it went against her very nature, her every thought – but she did it anyway.
He knew that this had to be done, it was more than just her revenge it was the Akatsuki on the line now too.
But that didn't make it any easier – and Madara Uchiha – the man of legends couldn't look the woman he'd loved for over 80 years in the eyes, on the off chance that she realised that he loved her.
Sometimes, he just couldn't help but hate himself.
He felt like a coward, but he depended on her, she was the only one he could be himself around – and she was only herself around him, they complimented each other perfectly.
He knew that if he pressed her soft curvy body against his hard planes that Ki would fit perfectly against him. She was made for him.
She was short, more than she would like but perfect for him – her eye line reached the juncture where his throat met his chest, her hair was brown, to her shoulders and her fringe always hung over one eye more than the other. Something he didn't think she noticed.
She was toned but not boyish, her unusual abilities gave her the curves of a woman – but she trained endlessly to get rid of them – in another life time Madara recalled his mother referring to her having 'birthing hips', something she truly detested. It was odd to him to think that Ki could be so self-conscious about her body, birthing hips or no – they were perfect for him. Maybe too much for some men, but he wasn't some man and she was his woman, he just hadn't told her yet.
But one day – one day very soon – she would be in his arms. Not because she needed the protection or because he forced her there, although if necessary he had no compunctions about doing so, but because one day she will love him back.
Even if it took months or years, one day she will lay in his arms and he will love her better, faster, stronger, harder, longer and more fiercely than any man had ever loved a woman. Because she was his, always had been and always would be.
She hadn't had a choice, as soon as she became his sensei and he had pulled level with her. Initially he had thought that as soon as he had evened out the playing field or he had surpassed her that he would no longer desire her – but his need for Ayuki had only grown.
He had tried to suppress it yet the ache to have her grew stronger still, until he could do nothing but accept that she was all he wanted, all he needed and everything he craved in this life or the next.
Madara breathed deeply through his nose, trying not to think about leaving her alone with Takeshi, Ayuki was a strong woman and an even stronger ninja, she could take care of herself, he would focus on keeping everything on his end in order and check on her again after the Konoha ninja had left.
Slipping on his mask he slipped into the hallway of the hideout and headed straight for Pein's office, singing something about rainbows and lollipops. It was time to send Kisame and Itachi to Takeshi's hideout and have them raid it for information, he was going to get Ki home soon and then he was going to take her the way a man was meant to take a woman.
