Madara has been silent since we left dinner and I wanted to know what he was thinking about, but I didn't dare ask him. Even though I was due to be his husband he still did not like me attempting to pry my way into his mind, and I respected that since I still didn't like it either. We got to the outdoor pool as we watch the staff have a warm day off. I went to ask Madara a question but was met by him kissing me deeply and passionately. It caught me off guard as it normally does, but I don't hesitate to kiss back and hold onto him until he decides he was done. He held me close to his body with what felt like desperation and wouldn't let me pull away from him.
"I never thought about the rules of unlocking the mangekyou sharingan until Kiba mentioned it just now," Madara said as he held me, "I can't believe that even after everything I've done to you that's how you feel," He said.
I nod as I bury my head in his chest and breathe in his scent, "I will always love you. I know it's crazy to think that I truly love you, especially since I was your hostage in the beginning, but the idea of not having you hurts more than the idea of you killing me," I said as I stayed in his arms.
Madara runs his hand through my hair, "I am regretful of how I did treat you in the best. Not even because of the Uchiha blood in your veins, I was regretful even before I found out, but there's something about you that keeps me wanting more and I feared the feeling. I've never loved someone, and it was a feeling that I didn't like," he said as he held me.
"Do you like it now?" I ask as I look up to him.
He nods, "I couldn't imagine not having it now," He said.
I wrap my arms around Madara and pull him as close to me as I could. People will always think that I have a mental illness for staying with this man or that I'm using him for his money, but I have never been in a happier relationship with anyone before. Kiba was forced and before him, I was always slated to marry women even though I am most certainly gay. My parents could never find another set of parents willing to allow their son to marry me. Before being a slave and being calmed down I didn't have the best reputation in the world, and I was considered a foul person. Kiba was scared to marry me in the beginning but having finally been allowed to marry a man I was happy. Until I was whisked away into what would eventually become the ultimate happiness.
"What are you thinking about?" Madara asks.
I chuckle softly, "my past. Before I came to be in the slave trade and before Kiba," I say.
"Can you tell me about it? I don't think they gave me any history on you when I first bought you," Madara said, but he cringed when he said he bought me.
I nod, "sure, I just hope it doesn't change your opinion of me," I say as I look down at the floor.
Madara was confused when I said that, rarely anyone from the trade knew of who I was before I was sold. I didn't exactly like to tell people because I was worse than Zabuza. He killed for money and to sustain himself, I killed because I enjoyed it. Before being captured, I was the embodiment of war, something that could potentially be useful for Madara, something that I'm working to get back to, I miss the old Ryuko.
I will get the old me back, eventually.