Morning/Evening all! I'm back with another update! Woo! And if you aren't excited, go away and come back when you are! I've been working damn hard on Chapter 14 to get this posted so you can at least smile. Are you smiling? Good.

Chapter Title: I Gave You All by Mumford & Sons. Yukiko quotes them later in the chapter! :)

Disclaimer: Do Not Own Naruto. I Do Own Yukiko, Atsuko + Anyone Else. OH! THE BIRD! I OWN THE BIRD!

Be warned though...Actually I won't warn you. Just read already!

~ The Detective Prince

Chapter Eleven

Rip Out All I Have Just To Say That You've Won!

Yukiko wasn't happy to be back at the Stronghold after seeing the Senju again but she was feeling less angry towards Madara when she woke up. She couldn't believe how almost shallow it was of her to not hold a grudge against him though.

No, she decided the anger she felt had to be aimed at the Fire Daimyo since she, the Senju and the Uchiha were all being strung along for now.

She tried to shift away from him to get to the bathroom but all of a sudden there was something heavy on her shoulder, glaring down at her.

She froze as Hoshi watched her.

"Good morning…Hoshi," the hawk tilted his head before plunging its beak down and pecking her ear. She shrieked and ended up rolling off the bed in time for Madara to wake up and see this commotion.

"Ginhana," he groaned, leaning over the side of the bed to see her clutching her bleeding ear.

"That bird hates me!" she snarled before getting up and moving to the bathroom.

He couldn't help but laugh, noticing the look of pride of Hoshi's eyes as he leapt onto his master's arm.

He playfully scratched Hoshi's chest as he stood up and made his way over to the window.

"Go outside; don't come in here making trouble, Hoshi. I'll be out for training soon," he muttered into the hawk's ear before letting him fly.

By the time Yukiko was out of the bath and in her freshly cleaned ninja outfit, Madara was sitting at the desk with his arms folded.

"Is it gone?" she muttered, she tried liking the bird. She really had. However waking up with it on you trying to peck at you was far beyond what Yukiko could stand from it.

"Hoshi's gone. And it is a very strange thing,"

"Strange?"

"How much he hates you. He hates everyone but he seems to have a particular thing for you," Madara laughed and stood up. "We never finished that fight, Ginhana. Come,"

Yukiko rolled her eyes and grabbed Kiyoshi. If he wasn't doing something perverted or yelling at her he was trying to fight her. She couldn't help but thank the gods he didn't have a wife, she couldn't imagine what he'd be like married.

Yukiko was cautiously watching the sky though, the storm that had swept the land was gone and all that was left of it was morning dew on the luscious grass.

Madara promptly turned around to face her, already a triumphant grin on his face.

"Alright, Ginhana. Here's my challenge to you..." she unsheathed Kiyoshi already. "All that anger from yesterday, do you still feel it?" she gave no reply, apparently still putting up her protest. "Alright, fight the Uchiha way for a change. Come at me with that anger!" he declared before trying to strike her. She rolled out of the way and weaved several hand signs.

"Wind Style: Vacuum Wave jutsu!" she exhaled several waves of wind sharp enough to slice at Madara who just laughed.

"Fire Style: Fireball jutsu!" the wind just fanned the flames of his ball, making it grow expenetionally. Yukiko reacted swiftly though.

"Water Style: Tearing Torrent jutsu!" a ball of water in her hand poured water and extinguished the fire.

"Tch, I thought you said you weren't talented," Madara commented with a laugh. She couldn't help but feel like she was being patronized but had no time to retort when he came straight to her with his fist pulled back.

Yukiko ducked down, swiping at him with Kiyoshi but stopping just before for made contact. The entire blade shattered causing Madara to quickly look down to analyze what was going on. He couldn't quite tell, but she jumped back with proud glint in her eye as she held out the handle to him.

"Kiyoshi is very special to me, Madara-sama, I have told you before just how special," tiny pieces of ice fell before his eyes, every place the shards touched turned to an ice which encased his body.

Impressive...She kept that one up her sleeve well enough...He thought to himself. She booted the block of ice and as it shattered it left tiny scratches all over him.

"That's quite the sword you've inherited," he scoffed. "Not good enough to keep me down, surely you know that much," he jumped at her, which seemed to shock her as the blade quickly reformed at the hilt she tried to jumped back but was tackled to the ground and pinned down, he quickly had her wrists held above her head with a single hand, the other being used to rip her sword from her grip.

"I'll tell you this, Ginhana, you aren't untalented as you proclaimed to be," he growled in her ear, causing her to smile gently.

"I know, I lied however compared to you and Hashirama-sama I'm not anything special," she retorted with a sigh.

"That may be true. However I was expecting something more like those worthless Senju dogs they send out," he looked down at her, a look of fear in her eyes but she was desperately fighting it he could tell.

"Madara-sama, please let me up," she said quietly, worried about her pounding heart. She did feel better though, knowing she'd struck out at Madara.

He relinquished his grip on her and got up offering her a hand which she didn't accept, jumping up and grabbing Kiyoshi from him.

She couldn't have run faster back the Stronghold if she'd tried and then began to search for Madara's room while cursing her lack of direction.

"You'll want to take a right and then a left and it's down that corridor," a playful voice exclaimed from behind her, making her yelp as she turned around. Izuna just laugh at her.

"Th-thank you, Izuna-san," she ran off as soon as she looked behind him though.

"Madara, are you picking on her again?" Izuna asked, turning to face his brother.

"If we're going to talk about picking on her, Izuna, you may want to find an explanation for your actions," Madara pointed out, patting Izuna on the head before walking down to his quarters but not before adding a further comment. "It's like she doesn't even realise it's my room she's heading to,"

Yukiko leapt into the bathroom and hastily locked it, sliding down the door with a sigh. Peace. That's all she really wanted. Just some time to herself to get her head straight and instead she felt pressured constantly.

She sighed again and clutched Kiyoshi. She gently disintegrated the blade again and held her hand above the floor in front of her, reconstructing the pieces into a silvery cat in front of her. Kiyoshi. He eased her loneliness immediately as he jumped into her arms with a purr. Manipulating ice into various forms was easy enough for her; however it had been difficult for her father who lacked an Ice affinity. And while she could use her chakra to turn him into many things, she was fond of just making Kiyoshi a cat.

She held him close to her chest, listening to his content purrs. She heard the door to Madara's room open and his footsteps leading to the bathroom door.

Yukiko smiled, quickly folding Kiyoshi back into a blade.

"Ginhana, unlock this door. You're above something so childish," Madara warned. But he was right; locking herself away wasn't like her. She turned and unlocked the door but stayed sitting against it.

"Why did do that, Madara-sama?" she asked as he opened the door and looked down at her.

"I thought we'd established my attraction towards you, Ginhana, and yours for me," the truth in his words was clear, it still made her catch her breath for a moment. Her attraction towards him? She barely thought of it, he was like a cherry blossom petal in the breeze. It was stunning to behold for a while, but it would quickly disappear. She was stuck waiting for those feelings to disappear.

"That doesn't answer my question though, Madara-sama," she muttered yet he heard her. Madara was seemed to hear her. He crouched down in front of her.

"Yes, it does. I did it simply because I wanted to. You're still mine and I intend to make the most of that," he said as he slowly looked at her right eye, just visible from behind a curtain of white.

"And just what..." the door to his room opened again and Izuna and Atsuko walked in, acting unfazed by the fact the pair were sitting in the bathroom.

"Ah, Madara, I forgot to mention something. You do remember you're supposed to let Yuki-chan stay in contact with Hashirama," Izuna announced, glancing at his maid for a moment before looking back at his brother.

"And I thought I told you I wasn't going to accept that, Izuna,"

"Excuse me, Madara-sama, but I'm allowed to send messages to Hashirama-sama?" Yukiko asked, confused by Izuna's sudden announcement of this, standing up.

"No, you're not. I'm not going to allow something so foolish," Madara growled, glaring at Izuna as he, himself, straightened up.

"But Madara, that was the conditions on us keeping Yuki-chan and not getting into a new fight..."

"That's enough, Izuna! We'll discuss this later," Madara snapped, making his way over to his brother and looming over him, his Sharingan making threats he couldn't possibly word.

"Madara-sama, tell me what's this about," Yukiko demanded, feeling less scared with Izuna and Atsuko around.

"It doesn't concern you, Ginhana," Madara growled without even looking back at her, he was intent on making Izuna back down.

"I feel like that's for me to judge, what did Hashirama-sama say about me?"

"Stop calling him that!" he snarled, now he did turn around. He felt like he was being ganged up on, no doubt that was his brother's intentions but Madara was good at regaining his influence over people. His brother's spell wouldn't last long.

"Tell me what he said, what does he want from me?" she asked, albeit hastily as he approached her.

"Nothing, while you're under my watch. You've forgotten your situation, haven't you, Ginhana? Perhaps I've been too soft on you," he was just inches from her and his closeness was suffocating. Why would Izuna be so reckless?

"All I'm asking is what Hashirama-sama asked..." smack! She hit the floor before she even realised what was going on, the taste of iron filling her mouth. Atsuko looked distressed, looking to Izuna to get him to step in but the young Uchiha seemed calm and unfazed.

"Why..." Yukiko hissed as she got back up. She bit down on her lip to contain her sobs. "Why can't you just be a decent human being?" she shrieked, scratching his face before he could even react and then attempting to run out of the room. Now Izuna stepped in, grabbing her by her arms and keeping her restrained against a wall.

"You little bitch," Madara spat, grabbing her and pulling her away from his brother. "Get out, you two,"

"Don't, Madara. Try and stay calm," Izuna warned, touching the leader's bleeding cheek. "She's prone to these little episodes, let her cool off,"

Yukiko's sobs couldn't be held in any longer. A nightmare, she wanted it to be a nightmare and she wanted desperately, more than anything she'd ever wanted, to just wake up and be back with her clan.

"Izuna, get out of my room now, before I put you out myself," Izuna knew that threat very well, grabbing Atsuko's wrist and pulling her to the door with him.

"Don't do something you'll regret, Nii-san," he said before leaving.

"Izuna-sama, we're just going to leave them!" Atsuko exclaimed, shocked by what was going on.

"Hm? Yes we are. Yukiko will be fine. He was just shocked he didn't move in time. She got a good smack on him though, don't you think?" Izuna laughed, trying to hide his nerves from her. He did believe in Madara though and that hopefully, he could be kind to someone other than his little brother.

Yukiko cried for what seemed like hours, her front being pushed against the wall by Madara until her tears turned to gentle whimpers. He then turned her to face him. Her eyes fell on the three slivers of red on the left side of his face. She felt a sudden pang of guilt that she managed to suppress.

"Are you done?" Madara asked, his voice strained. She nodded, feeling as if she'd lost her voice but she managed a phrase.

"I gave you...all..." she rasped. "All...of my respect,"

Respect? That was what she was concerning herself with? Ah...

"You think dragging you all the way to the Fire Daimyo's palace to get some clarity on your situation wasn't showing you respect?" he argued. "Or overlooking every time you've attacked me, each comment you've made about how my clan operates. What part of that isn't showing respect?" he ended up raising his voice despite the fact he had been trying not to.

"It's all conditional, just to make sure I give you the information on the Senju," she said, her voice still quiet and cracked.

"Respect is respect, don't try to manipulate it to make me sound bad. I'm not the bad guy here, Ginhana. I'd say it's you. You stroll around her expecting everyone to be kind to you just because that's what you feel you deserve. I'd go as far to say you're quite spoilt. I want that information, I won't lie. However you need to give me more than that," Madara explained, having regained his temper somewhat.

"What more can I give you, Madara-sama? I'm handing you delicate information entrusted me by allies to my clan and...They're my friends. How can you ask anything more from me?" she asked, shocked he'd want something else.

"All I want from you right now, Ginhana, is…" he pulled her close to him and his lips seized hers in one easy motion. He wasn't even wasting time with her anymore as his tongue forced its way into her mouth to begin that dance of dominance all over again.

How dare her body! Betraying her so easily, perhaps now because she had grown used to his touch...But how could it abandon her? She tried to let out a protest that quickly turned to a moan.

Fire that was the answer. Every place his hands touched was instantly hot. His hands ran up her back and melted the ice that had always encased her. But Madara's flames of passion were her drug, more intoxicating than any sake she'd drank and more dangerous than any fight she'd fought.

One hand stayed on her back, pushing her closer to him, while the other trailed down to her thigh. Yukiko flinched, her body remembering instantly a touch much less familiar than Madara's.

"Don't you dare compare me to that damn Azuri," he growled, before pushing her down onto the bed behind him. Fear instantly took a hold and she tried to keep distance between her and Madara but to no avail. He immediately had her pinned down, having to keep a firm grip on her wrists. "I'm warning you, Yukiko," she was Yukiko again? It was getting confusing when she was and wasn't.

She didn't have time to argue with him though, his kisses running down her jaw line before finding her neck. He ran his tongue along the bruise he'd given her last time he'd had her so vulnerable before he began sucking and nipping at that same spot again. His free hand running up her thigh before he undid her shorts.

"N..." she tried to release a protest but he smothered it with a heated kiss. She was swiftly freed of her shorts, still trying to struggle against him though. He used his own weight to spread her legs, his hand moving aside her underwear as he did so. Yukiko was being to panic, her muffled whimpers more and more frantic until he pulled away from their kiss.

"Trust me, Yukiko," he growled, his voice low and seductive. "You'll want me to do this,"

How could he possibly be so sure? She'd had this before and it was a memory that haunted her. He used two fingers to gentle move over sensitive fold again and again, making a new flame spread through her. Madara kissed her again, albeit gentler this time. He then pushed those same two fingers into her. Her body flinched again, but he wasn't going to stop just because she was hesitant. He'd put this off long enough.

It felt unfamiliar to her now, she hadn't remembered this heat from Kouta. It was by no means unpleasant. The deeper those two digits went the more she seemed to...crave his touch. Her gentle whimpers turned to moans, which fuelled Madara's lust even more. It was a vicious cycle and she felt the fire taking over her was sending her higher and higher to the point where she could contain it no longer and her body finally betrayed her completely. One loud sudden gasp and that fire did surge out; the muscles within her clasping around his fingers which he swiftly withdrew.

Madara wasn't done yet though, all but ripping his clothes off and then her shirt before she'd even realised what was going on, still trying to pull herself out of the deep pleasure she'd experienced just moments before.

"Madara-sama!"

"Did you really think I'd do that for you and ask nothing in return, naïve Yukiko?" he nipped her ear lobe playfully, causing her to squeal slightly.

Just as she had been earlier her hands were pinned above her head. So that's why he did it in training…Simple practise.

She could feel him shift slightly so he was positioned well enough to enter her, the fear in her eyes only increasing.

"Please, I'm begging you…" she whimpered only to find it had made him smile.

"By all means, beg," he hissed before, with a single hard thrust, he filled her.

The pain was unimaginable, causing Yukiko to scream and bite down on his shoulder to try and stop herself from crying.

He waited for a moment, listening to her erratic breathing before he continued, another deeper and harsher thrust causing her to yelp, removing her teeth from his shoulder.

"You'll pay for that," he growled. She'd given him the opportunity now and he was more than willing to take it, settling into a rough rhythm and savouring that sweet tightness of her virgin form.

Yukiko found herself caught in a tide suddenly, the pain fizzling away to a dull ache that she could withstand and then coupled with a pleasure unlike the one she'd felt moments ago from him. It made her body heat more and more the deeper he was within her.

Madara had had more attractive women but never had he had one with such a lovely voice, the more she tried to suppress her moans the sweeter they seemed to become.

She was starting to lose control of her own body though, feeling him completely dominate her core had its effect on her deeper instincts.

Her breath was robbed from her, panting heavily as he became even rougher than before. She could hear his own breathlessness in her ear, his hot breath fanning the nape of her neck.

He could feel every inch of her and he claimed all of it. Madara found himself growling, his thrusts become even rougher than before as he surged in deeper as he released her wrists from his grasp and gripped her waist.

Her back arched instinctively, all sanity being robbed by her now. She didn't care who, someone needed to ease her of this fire she was beginning to drown in.

Yukiko was submersed in a new wave of pleasure and her voice finally found a way out.

"Ah! Ma-Madara-sama!" she cried out, her nails carving into his back, her release was much sweeter than before as her walls closed tightly around him. This sudden grip caused his own release within her without warning he groaned, temporarily blinded by the intensity.

The pair were still for a moment, trying to catch their breath. Madara rid her of his weight, lying on his back and snaking his arm beneath her to pull her to his chest.

Yukiko muttered something incomprehensible before exhaustion took her, quickly falling to sleep on his chest.

Izuna sat up on the rooftop, having sent Atsuko away to get him some scrolls and information in order to be alone.

The doors opened and Madara wandered out.

"So, what happened? Did you teach her respect that way?" Izuna asked, glancing back at his brother.

"I doubt we'll have another episode for a while now, I'll have you know she was hardly unwilling," Madara scoffed, earning him a confused look from Izuna.

"Excuse me? She's not exactly your biggest fan, that spot is easily taken by Raimei. So how on earth did you…" he trailed off, feeling as though he didn't need to finish that question.

"Yukiko Ginhana is the type of woman who shows her emotions best when caught off guard. She honestly, rather naively, didn't think I'd take her," the older Uchiha found himself laughing at this notion.

"Naïve indeed. So, she actually wanted you, like really wanted you and not crazy Madara making things up in his head again?"

"What do you mean again? Izuna I've taken enough women to know that they don't scream your name if they don't want you!" he snapped, angered by his brother's disbelief.

"I mean that sometimes you delude yourself. And are you sure she wasn't in the middle of saying 'Madara please get off me!'" Izuna replied, perfectly calm despite his brother's frustration.

"Izuna, you still have a lot to learn. The most crucial of these lessons is when to shut up,"

The brothers sat in silence for a while, simply enjoying the invisible comfort they got from one another. They didn't even have to word what the other was thinking; it was a bond in which they just knew.

"You like her," Izuna whispered after a while.

"I have no time for emotional bonds, Izuna. I have a clan to run. All I wanted was a woman to lie with,"

"You have Raimei for that," the young Uchiha pointed out.

"I have no time for this discussion right now, Izuna. Just be satisfied that for now, all I need is the bond we share as brothers," Madara got up and walked back into the Stronghold.

Izuna chuckled to himself and looked to the sky, there was very little he couldn't do anymore. He'd overcome most of his challenges in life and now it was easy sailing.

For Izuna, it was all so easy.

That lemon has been sitting in my notebook for AGES now. I can't type lemons. I have to write them in a notebook and store them until the time is right to type them up. I'm not sure why, I just feel more comfortable that way. :)

Question time! So...Why does Hoshi hate Yukiko more than anyone else? That's all I can think of question wise! Sorry. OH! NO! What do you think of Kiyoshi now we've seen a glimpse of what he can do? Maooooow =^.^=

Next Chapter Title: What Comes In The Absence Of Love.