I look down at my hands before looking back at Madara. He had reassured me that nothing would make him look at me differently, but he doesn't know what I must tell him. I don't even know why I became so submissive in my time as a slave, the torture I've endured was nothing compared to when I was a prisoner of war at the cloud village. I bite my lip as Madara rubs my cheek in reassurance and gives me a look to continue what I have to say. I look up at him and take a deep breath to calm my own nerves, this is Madara Uchiha we're talking about, he just told me that he couldn't imagine not having me in his life. I don't think I'm right when I say he would abandon me, especially now that he knows I have Uchiha blood in my veins. He takes the bloodline of clans seriously.
"As everyone knows, I'm Zabuza Momochi's half-sibling, well most assume I am his full brother, but anytime you mention his name you immediately think killer or demon of the mist or member of the seven swordsmen. However, I was always in his shadow," I start, "now I chose to be there and Zabuza did his best to keep me there. When the mist had enemies the seven swordsmen were the ones who were deployed with instructions to keep watch over me," I said.
Madara looks at me, "why did they need to keep watch over you?" I hold up a finger to say I'm not done.
"I was younger, but I surpassed Zabuza is ways our parents never thought possible. I was a better swordsman and I had a thirst for blood. I'm not sure if it was the Uchiha blood that made me that way, but I was different. I was a hidden weapon for the mist, and they weren't afraid to use me," I said, "the seven swordsmen soon became outdated and were rarely used anymore. I was promoted through the ranks of the village and brought to be head of the special forces," I add.
"What happened that brought you to Kiba?" Madara asks.
I bite my lip, "the leaf happened, they'd begun fighting with my village after the incident with the bridge builder where my brother died. At first, it was sneak attacks or infiltration but soon it escalated into all-out war and the mist knew that there had to be peace, they couldn't fight the leaf with all the swordsmen dead and myself refusing to fight," I say as I look at him.
I lay back against Madara and get comfortable before I continue, "I had met someone in the mist and I was trying to settle down, but the war wouldn't let me. I was ripped from my significant other and told I had to marry someone in the leaf. This would make me a part of the leaf and somewhat force the Hokage's hand in signing the treaty that the mist wanted. My village elders scoured everywhere in Konoha looking for the perfect mate and they found Kiba. His family is known to be head of the tactical teams and be good at planning, so they thought it was a match made in heaven," I frown as I take a breath, "it wasn't of course," I add.
Madara nods and looks like he's thinking, "why were you sold into slavery?" He asks as he holds me close to him.
"A year or so before I came to the leaf, I had taken some assassination contracts. I always get half up front and when I went to assassinate the first target, I found the man I was going to fall in love with, I couldn't kill him. I took him and I fled. Most of the people cut their losses because they didn't want to risk fighting me since they knew I'd probably win, however, when word got to Naruto of what was going to happen and what my mizukage had planned, he tracked down my old clients, offered the protection of the leaf if they put the hit out on me," I say, "and well they did," I add.
Madara rubs my head and holds me close. He had more questions, I could see them in his face, but truthfully, I wanted to rest now and I could think about everything else later. I never knew having to face the demons of your past could take so much out of you mentally and physically. Madara sensed that and laid me in bed as he lays beside me. He knew I would answer any questions that he had, but he also knew that I needed to rest after having to relive the worst years of my life and facing them head-on.