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Chapter Fourteen:

"So… you're a medic?"

"Yes"

"How long have you been one?"

"A while"

Strangely, it was Izuna who started the small talk. Inare didn't really mind, it was that his questions where a little… pointless. It was all information he had probably already learned, and if he had, he would undoubtably learn it soon. The small talk was also giving Inare the impression that it was going to be a long walk to wherever he was taking her.

"So how did you and my brother meet?" he questioned curiously.

Not to mention he is bordering personal…. How did Madara and Inare meet? She didn't exactly want to go into a long story, and just saying they first met in a bar just sounded wrong. Problem was. Izuna seemed quite persistent. Madara probably hasn't told him… I guess it must be quite embarrassing for the big clan leader to have been wounded by… well… me.

The temptation to tell Izuna was overwhelming, it seemed like telling him would give him ammunition to irritate Madara with. They where brothers after all, and from what Inare had already seen it appeared that Izuna seemed to like annoying his brother. Though Inare knew it wasn't her place to interfere with Madara's personal life, and she was terrified of him as it was. Doing something like that would be purely suicidal!

"I… met him. In a town" she ended with. If he didn't like that, then tough. It was all she was going to say.

"Ah, I see. The young fair medic of a small town was swept away by the charming Madara Uchiha! How romantic" he cried out dreamily, in a very mocking manner. Inare blushed furiously and quickly looked around to see if any one had heard it. Save for Izuna and Inare, there was no one else in the hall they where walking through, and there hadn't been since they started to climb the staircases.

"That wasn't it! Stop making things up!" she snapped at him angrily. "We met in a bar" she added quickly added fro justification, instantly regretting it.

"A bar? Well that changes everything" he said casually "Drunken foolishness and a huge mistake then! Not so romantic…" he drifted off.

Despite her blush and embarrassment, she had to laugh. She didn't know if he was doing it on purpose, but he was cheering her up while he got her increasingly embarrassed. "No. It wasn't like that" she said, still laughing. "Though I doubt your brother would be all too happy if I told you the exact story"

Izuna's eyes must have widen to the size of saucepans. "Really?" he asked, now extremely curious. "Do tell…"

"Sorry" she told him, holding a small smile. The temptation was becoming once again overwhelming.

"I wont tell anyone"

"I highly doubt that"

"No you have me very interested. What could a weak little girl like you possibly do to my brother? Who is, without question, one of the most powerful men in the shinobi world. Not to mention the leader of a clan, well combined leader. If you include me, that is."

I see what he's doing. She though while fighting a frown. Not going to work! "Sorry, that won't work" she told him, feeling a little happy that she had some control over the little game.

"Hm, I guess not. I figured you where hot headed enough for it to work" he said absentmindedly. After he said it, he took a turn into another hallway.

Ok… she though while finally giving into that earlier frown, following him around the corner. That might work.

"Why don't you just tell me?" he cooed to her, suddenly moving to stand in front of her causing her to halt mid-step. "Did that big brother of mine tell you not to?" he continued stepping closer to her.

Standing her ground, "No, I just don't have a death wish" she told him firmly.

Pausing a second to think over her last statement, Izuna nodded. "Makes sense" he said, as he turned to continue walking. "What if I promised to protect you from by brother, if you told me?" he suggested.

"Tempting…" Inare murmured. Very tempting, with a though coming into her head "Problem with that, would be you would be too preoccupied with laughing to protect me from your brothers wrath." Ha! She though victoriously, that'll keep him interested.

"The suspense…" he told her as they turned down another corner, while walking Izuna span around to grab her wrist. Now spinning both of them, he pinned Inare against the wall. The whole movement cause Inare to drop her stuff onto the ground. Holding both of her wrists with his own hands, Inare was unable to move her arms. Especially with his body pushed up against hers. "… is too much for me to take" he said, now becoming terrifyingly dark, she didn't think it could get much worse. "Inare-chan" It just did, these two are defiantly brothers.

Eyes widened as Izuna leaned down and put his nose into her damp hair "Umm" he hummed to her "nice" Moving his face, he moved his nose down until she could feel it tickling the shell of her ear. His mouth much had been right up against her ear as she could hear the light breathing, and when he opened his mouth to speak she could even hear the parting of his lips. "Tell me. Inare-chan…" he spoke, sending multiple tremors down her neck. Her mind was blanking, though she knew exactly what he was going to ask. "How did you and Madara meet?".

Taking a breath, Inare whispered "Like this" as she quickly raised her knee into Izuna's groin. Hearing the impact, she pushed away from him when his hold on her faltered slightly. Ok, so it wasn't exactly like that… but at least I got him off of me. Not knowing what else to do, Inare turned around and ran back the way she had just come. It was quite difficult to run in the yukata, and Inare had to go at a slower pace than she was use to, so as not to fall over. As she turned to corner, Inare didn't expect to run right into a shinobi that happened to be passing by.

The speed she was going at wasn't enough to toppled them both over, but it was enough to push him out of the way while she continued down to hall way. In the background she faintly heard Izuna shout at the shinobi she had just bumped into to go and get her. And the shinobi did exactly that, seconds later, she was caught by the man and was being pulled back to Izuna. Crap, crap, crap. Crap! She cursed continuously in her mind. This really isn't good.

Inare expected a lot as she looked up to Izuna's angry face, she figured she would be hit, or there might be a repeat of that situation before. When Izuna irately dismissed the shinobi who helped him, Inares expectations only got a lot worse. Once the man had left, Izuna snatched hold of her wrist, and Inare flinched and quivered in his tight hold.

"Her talents are quite adept and her knowledge is very accurate. She had no arrogance to her knowledge, though could use with learning a bit more." Ebisu reported to Madara. The Uchiha clan leader nodded in approval to what the medic told him. "Though that doesn't dismiss the fact the you brought a child into war, she probably had, possibly still has, no knowledge about" he continued. Looking at the young man with a disapproving look.

The two men had been in Madara's private library for some time now, arguing about many different matters, when eventually their talk drifted to Inare. Madara had already told Ebisu they he expected him to search through her mind for any relation to the Senju or other clans. Though the medic was currently trying to gently persuade Madara to forfeit his plans for Inare.

"Medics are hard to come by and times have gotten desperate. How many medics do we have?" he asked the man, in spite of the fact he already knew the answer, Madara wanted Ebisu to say it out loud in order to prove his point.

"Five" the old man quietly muttered.

"How many does the Senju have?"

"Possibly eight, we don't know for sure" once the silence had settle, Ebisu broke it, continuing with his earlier argument. "She is an innocent and young girl. You are making a huge mistake by trapping her here."

"She is hardly a child, she must be what? Nineteen?" He suggested uncaringly.

"Seventeen" the medic corrected him.

"Her age hardly matters. She will be staying here, and you will teach her"

"Inare doesn't need a teacher. If there is anything else she wants to learn, its up to her to do so"

"Then you will guide her" Madara exhaled exasperatedly. The old man was becoming a nuisance to him, he wouldn't shut up, nor would he drop the matter and accept. Madara didn't want to have to deal with any other problems right now, he had already held a war council meeting with his subordinates. Along with managing all the problems that had gathered up over the few days he had been absent. Madara was now beyond tiered. Though regardless of all the work he had done that day, people still though that he had the time and patience for them, such as Ebisu. Madara had finished all of his duties surprisingly quickly, which was why he was here in his library talking to the frustrating medic.

The medic gave a long sigh and flopped back onto his chair, having given up on trying to get Madara to have a bit of empathy for Inare.

"Any progress" Madara asked, moving onto different matters.

Glaring at Madara, Ebisu was fully prepared to give him a piece of his mind about his request. "Boy, use some common sense. What you asked of me borders the absurd and in the realm of the gods. So no, there had been no progress in my discovery for your…" he stopped talking when Madara held up a silencing hand. Moments after Ebisu had paused the door to the library was opened.

Looking around Ebisu saw Izuna, looking quite irritated, and Inare, who looked terrified. Ebisu felt his heart go out to her. Especially considering what he was going to have to do to her next.

Instead of doing all of the horrible things that Inare was sure Izuna thought she deserved, Izuna just grabbed her gear and pulled her along the path the where previously going. Inare got no relief from being dragged off, for all she knew he was taking her somewhere else to giver her some form of punishment. It wasn't long before she was pulled through a door that opened into the largest library Inare had ever seen. Inare felt her heart beat excitedly, and she entirely forgot about Izuna and the other people in the room as she looked around in awe at the multiple wooden book shelves.

There where rows upon rows of book and scrolls, some had a fine layer of dust upon them, while others looked very worn. The whole room was lit up by candles, though on one side of the room, Inare saw a large window that looked out over the entire stronghold. Though she couldn't see it properly, from the looks of it, it the sun was already low on the horizon and would probably set soon. Inare was shocked to see that it was already so late. With a lack of windows in all the rooms she had been in today, she had gotten a little confused on what time of the day it was in the outside world.

She would have loved to go over there and look out over the area, but her attention drawn towards the irritated pull of Izuna. Looking over to him, she was tempted to tell him to grow up. When she looked to where she was being pulled to, Inare saw Madara and Ebisu sitting on large single in the centre of the room that where facing each other. There where two more besides each one. On the wall near them was a lit fireplace that was softly warming the room up. Above the fireplace, there was a balcony that overlooked the entire room, although Inare couldn't see there the stair where.

"Thank you Izuna" Madara told his brother, he appeared to have changed into cleaner clothes, and his hair seemed slightly wet. Inare almost gasped at the fact he thanked someone, but she stayed politely silent. Izuna grunted in reply, facing Inare he handed her stuff back, and then turned to walk out. "You're not going to stay?" his brother's question stopped the man.

"No brother. I've had enough for one day" and he walked out, though Inare noticed the slight limp in his walk. The others must have noticed it as well, as once he left Madara asked Inare what happened with him.

"Nothing" she weakly replied with her voice sounding a little too high pitched, while refusing to look towards Madara.

Hearing a dismissive grunt, Inare lifted her head, thinking that it was now safe to look again.

"Ebisu-sensei. Get on with it" Madara told the medic.

Inare drew her attention to the exchange going on between the two Uchihas in front of her. After a few mutters and cursed, Ebisu stood up from his chair and looked towards Inare. "Inare-san. Please sit down." He said while offering her his seat.

"Don't worry, I can get my own." She said hurriedly, not wanting to take an aged mans chair from him, not that he was that old.

"Just sit Inare-san" He spoke seriously.

Looking at the grave look in his face, Inare complied with his request. She walked over to the chair and sat down. Placing her items on the flood next to the chair. The chair was lovely, the cushion was soft and squishy, and Inare just sunk right into it. First looking at Ebisu and the Madara, Inare tired to determent what was going on here. Ebisu just looked sad, and Madara looked impassive as always. Inare felt like Ebisu was suppose to say something, but he just stood there doing and saying nothing. Silence descended over the three of them. Not knowing what to do Inare looked over to the fire, it seemed to provide a bit of warmth into the coldness of the mood.

"Change of plans Ebisu-sensei" Madara cut through the silence, his tone a lot of agitation and holding something that Inare didn't quite like. "I'll determine this matter. I'm sure you have many important affairs to tend to." He told the man dismissively.

"Please Madara-sama, don't push yourself. You are clearly very tiered. I am more than capable of dealing with this" Ebisu spoke slightly patronisingly to Madara. What on earth are they talking about?… Does it have anything to do with me? Ooo, and does Ebisu really have to leave? Please don't tell me I'm going to be left alone with him? Inares last thoughts made her slightly nervous.

"I never said that you weren't capable. I merely dismissed you. Now leave." Madara spoke with authority, it was clear that Madara was not going to deal kindly to any insubordination in the foul mood he was currently in.

He didn't want to leave Madara and the young girl alone in the same room, but with little choice, he left the private room reluctantly. Inare had watched as he left, and now felt a little unprotected. I was alone with him that time at the river, its nothing to be afraid of. She reassured herself, but while thinking about that time at the river, she recalled how it ended. After quickly loosing the remained of that reassurance, Inare looked at Madara. No point avoiding it…

Madara wasn't even looking at her, he had his eyes closed and was leaning back on the chair. From Inares point of view, he looked stressed and tiered. The faint lines under his eyes made him look almost hollow, though the strong jaw line and muscles in his neck all kept him looking young. I really shouldn't judge him, as a clan leader I would imagine he has a lot on his shoulders. Especially since he is quite young to have that amount of responsibility, He can't be that much older than me either. She though sympathetically of him.

Some time passed in silence. Inare didn't mind, she figured that he might have fallen asleep, and not wanting to wake him up she was fine with relaxing in the chair. Leaning her head against the back of the chair, she turned her head to face the fire. From her position, she watched the calming cracks and pops from that the fire created. It a way it reminded of her of the nights that she was travelling with the Uchiha shinobi. While it had been emotionally damaging, she couldn't claim to have been maltreated. Other than after that one incident with Thorino. They fed her and… well they didn't try to kill her either, negating Thorino. As much as her body wanted her to, Inare didn't fall asleep in the tranquil atmosphere of the room. Inare didn't trust Madara, and she doubted she ever would. She continued to watch the fire with hundreds of thought plaguing her mind.

It was starting to go dark when Madara broke the peacefulness of the room. "Do you want to be here?" he asked. It was an unusual tone he had, it sounded almost tranquil. There was no mocking, no secret intent, not even a hint of sarcasm. Noticing all of this, Inare didn't know how to reply. Would he let her got if she said no? Would her answers make any difference? Why hadn't he asked this question before he took her?

"Wound it make any difference if I said no?" she asked. It was a little rude, but she wanted to get it across to him that she didn't want to be here.

"No, It wouldn't" he confirmed.

"Then why a…" she began.

"Because I can" he interrupted before she could finish, his eyes where open now ad staring intensely at Inare. Wait, weren't they just… blinking and looking again, Inare saw that his eyes where exactly like she had always known them to be, blood red. "What you don't seem to understand is that I don't need justification or permission to do something. I just do it if I want to."

I take back what I though before. He does deserve to be judged. "Careful now, your pretty much bordering hubris" she said morally.

Looking at her Madara laughed. "Hubris" he said while standing up. It seemed like he had stopped talking as he silently walked over to the fireplace. Once he reached it, he crouched down looking intensely at the flames. "The sin of overwhelming pride… arrogance… and superiority. Only men are capable doing hubris… not gods." he muttered to himself darkly.

Inare could barely catch on to what he had said, and even then she didn't see the relevance of it. Watching him, she began to wonder what she was doing here. "What am I doing here Madara-san…ma! Madara-sanma. No! I mean Madara-sama" she finally ended with the correct formality. Her face flushing with embarrassment at her mistake.

From the fireplace, Inare could here Madara harshly exhale. Oops. She gripped the arm rests of the chair when he slowly stood up. Leaning back into her chair as Madara walked back. Inare was beginning to panic over the thought that he was angry for her addressing him incorrectly. Again.

Sitting down in his chair, Madara rested his head into his hands in a frustrated manner. "How about you just call me Madara, and Ill call you Inare?" he said exasperatedly.

"Oh...Ok…" she pause, slightly stumped by the unexpected reaction "but... what I'm I doing here?" she asked timidly.

"I, am to determine whether or not you are a threat to the clan" his reply was so casual. His words, and tone, cause Inares eyes to widen. I'm a threat? How can I be a threat!

"Excuse me, Madara" she spoke objectively "How, exactly would I be a threat?"

"That is what I am here to find out…" Inare was sure he was going to say more, but she interrupted before he could get very far.

"But you hold me here for a whole day, and I had a generally nice day, and now you do this! You are just toying with me. This whole this has just been to mess around with someone" she tired to keep as calm as possible, but her raising voice was pure indication to her increasing anger. "I have done nothing to you, well other than that one thing" now she was standing and pointing a finger at Madara "But! You deserved that!". After saying her last bit, Inare instantly regretted it. Slapping her hands over her mouth, Inare's eyes widened with fear. She stopped talking and let her temper calm down.

I can't believe I though that someone deserved to get hurt. That is so horrible of me. To make it worse, I even said it out loud. To him! Inare removed her hands to speak "Sorry" was all she said. It was rushed, and she flinched at the squeakiness. Taking the time to look at Madara, she saw that his eyes where coated in boredom. Maybe he wasn't offended. Sitting back down in defeat, Inare vowed not to speak for the rest of the night.

Leaning back in his chair, Madara started to rub at his temples. The girl sure could whine, in his opinion. "I never said that you where a threat" he told her, "I said that I was to find out if you where one". He didn't sound angry, just very fed up.

O… well then I've got nothing to fear. She though optimistically, it was true. She didn't consider herself a threat. Other that escaping, she didn't have any ideas that would place her as an enemy to the Uchihas. Still, Inare sat upright, without saying a single word.

"Do you or have you" he defiantly sounded weary "have any connection, relation... whatever, to the Senju?" he ended by leaning forwards in his chair to look at Inare with his red eyes.

Ignoring her earlier vow, seeing that he clearly wanted an answer. "No". Well, she didn't have to break the little vow, she could have shook her head.

"Any other shinobi clans?" he asked, still looking at her intensely.

This time she shook her head. She was feeling a little shy about being stared at by him. Inare had a funny feeling that there was something odd about his eyes again, though she still couldn't quite place it.

He stared at her for some time, before he broke the eyes contact and leaned back in his chair. "What do you know about the Senju clan?"

"Um…" she paused for thought "...it's a clan" Looking towards Madara, wanting to see if that was the kind of answer he was looking for. Inare saw that he was now staring at her with lazy eyes. "… and they have shinobi" she quickly added after seeing his face.

He stared at her for some time, and even raised a brow, "You really are ignorant" he muttered, as he moved backwards into his chair again. Hearing what he said, Inare chose to ignore it. No use picking any fights, she reasoned, but she still gave a disagreeing grunt.

"Relax Inare" he muttered, "I'm not going to do anything to hurt you". There was not comfort or reassurance in what he said, and Inare didn't like what he was implying by just suddenly saying it out loud. "Sit back and relax" he said that little louder, as if what he spoke first wasn't meant for her ears. He must be very tiered, practically delusional… only explanation. Following what he said, Inare tried to relax. Leaning back into her chair, she put her arms onto the armrest. Still keeping her eyes on Madara.

The heat in the room had risen slightly, Inare didn't think much about it since there was a fire in the room. Her eyed had dried up slightly and she needed to blink. And she did, it's a natural reaction. When she opened her eyes, instead of looking at Madara relaxed from in the chair opposite to her. She was staring deep into his red eyes with a new unfamiliar pattern on them… Are they spinning?

It was a flash, yet at the same time. It wasn't. It was red, and black. It was confusing and unusual. To Inare, it made no sense at all. She was still sitting in her chair. Though the other occupant of the room, along with the book shelves, window, fire, table, chairs… had all vanished. Inare couldn't tell whether she was still in the room. It didn't look like a room, it was just a lot of red. Standing up from her chair, Inare began to walk around.

Is this a dream? Came her thoughts. The unusual part of it, was that her thoughts echoed. What! "What!", another echo. It was her voice. Her thoughts. What is this place? "What is this place?". The odd part was that it wasn't Inare speaking, her voice just seemed to… appear.

Thinking that there was no point in… thinking. Inare decided to think out, since the her voice just appearing was beginning to really freaked her out. Once the echoes of her last thought died down, Inare started her thinking process.

"I was looking into his eyes, just like that time in the bar. And all this happened?" Looking back into the direction the chair had been. Inare saw that it had vanished. Where did the chair go? Realising her mistake, Inare cursed out loud as a new echo just came from no where.

Taking a full spin, Inare looked around the vast and empty landscape. The sky was red and the ground black. The contract of the two colours in such emptiness made the place feel eerie. In the sky there seemed to be a few small clouds, they where black also. Red and black truly where the only colours. "Just like his eyes…" she contemplated. Looking down at herself, Inare realised that she too had become part of the small colour scheme of this world. Her skin was a near grey tone, and her yukata was entirely black. None of this was making sense to Inare. Inare had just looked into Madara eyes for a short second, and then she was here. "It has to be a dream" raisin an arm, Inare decided to prove her point with the oldest trick in the book. Giving her opposite arm a quick pinch, Inare frowned when she felt the small ache that came from her action. "Ok…" she drifted off. Regardless of feeling a little silly for talking to herself, Inare continued. "Its not a dream then… then…" and Idea popped into her head and she almost leapt for joy. "Genjutsu!" she cried out.

"Is that possible? It would have had to been Madara who placed me under genjustsu" her thought process continued, getting her nowhere "This is kind of exiting… being under the influence of chakra" she admitted shamefully.

Since she had stopped walking, Inare continued, this time she prepared her mind and body in case of anything. There was nothing else for her to do. If Madara had put her under the genjutsu, it wasn't to torment her or anything, well at least she thought since nothing had happened so far. "Though why do it?" she whispered, still alert.

"I though I had already told you that I don't actually need any reason to do something I want" Though Inare hadn't expected Madara to reply, or even be there, Inare wasn't shocked. She had already prepared herself for this possibility. Turning around to face him, she saw him there a few paces away. Dressed exactly the same as when she saw him in the library, nothing had changed about him. Though she was to far away to be able to focus on his eyes.

"I guess I forgot" She muttered. "Why am I here Madara?" she spoke loudly to him. "I know you just said that you don't need a reason to do things, but you don't strike me as the sort of man that would simply do something as random as… this? What its this place?"

"Its not a place… not exactly" he told her, "This is Tsukuyomi, and extremely powerful genjutsu that infiltrated you mind."

"Tsukuyomi…" Inare distractedly repeated, feeling her tongue roll upon saying it. Thinking over what he had said, while listening to the instinct that told her to keep her distance from Madara. "So this is my mind? I didn't expect it to be so… gloomy"

"No, this is not your mind. This is a world that I control entirely"

"That explains a lot" she muttered, "What does this place exactly do?"

"It leaved you mind open to attack" he nonchalantly told her

Now she was scared, her panicked thought was to think that he was going to attack her. Sadly, Inare didn't think about the little issue with her thoughts being relayed. "He's going to attack me?" came her panicked voice, repeating over and over until it faced into nothing. Flushing with embarrassment, Inare looked over to Madara, who was chuckling lightly, for an answer to the obvious question. Pursing her lips together in a small pout, Inare watched him with fearful eyes

"No, I'm not" he finished laughing at her. "I mean that you where open to mental attacks"

"That makes me feel better" she grumbled, being no where near relieved.

"I have complete control over everything that happens here" he repeated "So don't look utterly terrified, I'm not going to harm you physically"

Still not reassured, Inare spoke loudly enough this time for him to hear "That doesn't matter. I don't want you messing up with my mind!" she said roughly.

"It wont be permanently damaged, though you might feel some slight discomforts afterwards"

"And when exactly will afterwards be?" she continued with the same tone.

"Whenever I want it to be. I could have you in here for days and only a second would pass in reality"

That took all of Inares anger away. Her mind sped up to try and comprehend how it worked. "If genjutsu works by using chakra to alter the chakra of another brain… and with what you just said… does that mean you are speeding up my brain in order to hold me here for that amount of time?"

Tilting his head at her theory, Madara mentally praised her perceptiveness. "Yes, that is true"

"Amazing" she breathed out, briefly forgetting her anger for a few more second, before it came back even stronger than before. "And you said there might be slight discomfort!" she shouted at him. "Your making my brain work faster than it supposed to go! That isn't healthy! Your screwing up my brain!" she continued to shout at him, explaining in details how the cells in her brain couldn't reproduce and that he was probably working them to exhaustion.

In all of her anger, Inare forgot about what he had said before. Something about him being in complete control of this world. Before she knew what was happening, her arms where behind her back. Pulling at them she realised that they where tied. Turning back to Madara, she opened her mouth to shout some more at him. Though when only a muffled cried came out, she realised that her mouth had been gagged. Again.

Disregarding all instincts that told her to keep her distance, Inare marched right over to him with muffled screams and her echoing thought at came out as shouts and curses. She had reached halfway to him when it happened. Her rear came into contact with something soft and leg felt tied. Looking around her, Inare saw that she was sitting in the chair she had been previously, and that her legs where indeed tied.

Calming down, Inare said in her mind an apology and a promise not to do that again. Her thoughts where echoed all over. Looking at Madara, she hoped that he would take pity and untie her.

"Just sit there, shut up, and let me concentrate" he spoke through gritted teeth.

Is soon as he had finished, there where multiple flashed. Images, that Inare struggled to focus on, memories that seemed familiar. As they continued, Inare could only make out small chunks of them. After watching for some time, It eventually dawned on her that they where memories of someone's life. Her life.

In he mind she asked Madara what was going on, knowing that it would be echoes and he would hear her.

Inare heard no echo, and Madara continued to watch the surrounding as his world continued to stage Inares entire life. She saw through her eyes as she raked withered leaves in the autumn. Talking and laughing with Kirno, though Inare was going most of the laughing. Learning everything she knew about medicine. The details weren't exact, if anything they where a little blurry. But it was all still visible, her life. An open book, with pictures it would seem, for Madara to indulge in.

She didn't know why, but she felt tears begin to gather in the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to, but they did roll down her cheeks. They where her memories, they where personal. They weren't for Madara to look through. He had no right to! It was all becoming all too much for her to continue to watch, her eyes got darker as the flashed got quicker. The tears fell harder when her head was spinning with her own history. The worst part where the moments, the moments that Inare had successfully pushed to the back of her mind, the now being relived.

This was no longer fascinating, it was mortifying… it was a nightmare.

AN: Ik, im guessing that i might get a little disagreement on the way i presented the Tsukuyomi, but hear me out.

This is my story... and what i say goes.. NO, just kidding xD. Considering that genjutsu's are done by using chakra to affect the flow of chakra in the brain, the Tsukuyomi must work in exactly the same way. Though the sharingan is the one that is directing the flow of the chakra, through a visual connection. In theory, for a lot of time to have passed through the Tsukuyomi world and only a few seconds in the 'real' one, then the chakra must have been used to speed up the brain activity of the victim. (This might explain for the comatosed state that the victims tend to go into afterwords.- As our little brain cells cant handle working too hard -xD). As for the memory searching that Madara did to Inare, that I don't actually know if its possible to do or not (-but it does kinda happen in the manga/anime with itachi and sasuke...-), same applies to the 'echoing thought' thing i did. But the point remains that Madara is a pretty strong guy... who know what her is REALLY capable of. So It could be possible. Thats all im saying!

Well now that this chapter is over, I can say that I really enjoyed writing this one, hell i even got a little philosophy into this chapter! Im also really happy to see all the positive feedback that ive been getting, so thank you for taking the time to read and review! I really appreciate it! 3

So, I hope you enjoyed that chapter as much as I did!