Warning: **There will be mature contents below**. Hikari's actions and thoughts might seem unpleasant to some (most). If you're uncomfortable, you can honestly skip this chapter or the part with the asterisk.

Uchiha Hikari felt both pleased and nervous when the name of her marriage partner was revealed last night by her honorable grandfather, Uchiha Akio, one of the five respected Uchiha elders. Although she has been raised from young with the anticipation of being their clan heir's wife, the promise of Tajima-sama's words made it real.

It was, without a doubt, an honor to marry him. Madara-sama was their clan's strongest warrior. And despite being two years younger than him, she believes that with her wifely devotion and etiquette training, she would be able to act like a proper lady and not let him down.

Her immediate family members, too, were all joyful to hear that Hikari would be marrying into the main house, but there still lies a worry at the forefront of their minds due to the many rumors circulating about Madara-sama. Bad ones.

For example, one of the many revolting rumors was that he did not have any emotions and would not hesitate to kill his own brothers if they so much as look at him wrong.

However, Akio-jiisama has assured them repeatedly that although Madara-sama was a distant and frigid man, he was still, at the base, an Uchiha, and by default, an Uchiha was loyal to their family and loved ones.

In order for their Sharingan to evolve, they have to feel intense emotions; most of which were likely to be love (she was surprised to hear from her honorable grandfather that Madara-sama even has the Sharingan, as many of her fellow clansmen believe that he was one of those defective 'unawakened' ones).

Hence, Akio-jiisama emphasized that Hikari should not believe in any of those rumors that denounce Madara-sama's reputation, voices that called him faulty. An emotionless Uchiha could never grow to be that powerful. And while many whisper about Madara-sama only having homosexual urges, Hikari doubted that (surely, they were simply jealous of Madara-sama's talents and pure ancestry).

Madara-sama was a warrior, never one to sit still and always departing for missions and war - never having much time for debauchery. Thus, Hikari believes that Madara-sama was simply inexperience in the areas of pleasure rather than ill in the head (no sane man would ever love his own gender. That was simply disgusting and unnatural).

Furthermore, Akio-jiisama told her repeatedly that Madara-sama has never once disobeyed the orders of the clan elders and head - the perfect weapon to harness against those wretched Senju. And Hikari held high respects for Madara-sama, who sacrificed so much for their clan.

"Remember your training, Hikari," Her mother suddenly said as she continues to comb through Hikari's long, beautiful hair, "You will be Madara-sama's beautiful bride. Be sure to fulfill your womanly duties and serve him to your best abilities - bring pride to our family. You must give birth to many of his sons, Hikari."

"I won't disappoint you nor Akio-jiisama, haha-ue."

Mother and daughter both smiled pleasantly at each other, both in their own imaginary world where Madara-sama was clan head and Hikari's son their clan's treasured heir.

The child born from Madara-sama and Hikari would no doubt be beautiful, regal, and strong. That, she has no doubt.

A week flew by in the speed of light.

Preparations were perfected as the women cleaned and decorated for the much-anticipated wedding between their clan's heir and one of the honorable elders' granddaughters, also known as one of their clan's top beauty (Hikari was not shy to call herself a beauty even in her own mind, as that was a fact).

Hikari sat still on the zabuton as her mother did her bridal makeup and hair, her gaze never once wavering from the mirror that showed a reflection of a regal lady in a beautiful and elegant shiromuku.

All five of her siblings, on the other hand, were excitedly chattering around the duo, their conversation varies, but it was mostly about the members of the main house. Thanks to Hikari, they would all be in-laws, and that meant that they could get to know Madara-sama's younger brothers more intimately.

The marriage would also elevate their family's hierarchy within the clan, making them second only to the main house.

"Hikari-neesama! You'll have to invite us into your home whenever possible!" Hitomi, their family's second eldest daughter, gushed in an infatuated manner, "Aahh, to have a close-up view of Izuna-sama... That will be a dream come true!"

Indeed. Hikari secretly agreed that Izuna-sama was one of the most handsome people in their clan. Not needing to mention how super friendly he was, frequently chatting with the civilians even as he made his almsgiving rounds. She and the other unwedded girls would often look at him with gazes full of longing.

"What are you talking about, nee-san?! Just a close-up view? Hah! Aim higher and have a conversation with him! You might never know if you'll pique his interest," Hiiro, their family's eldest son and a shinobi, wiggled his eyebrows in a lecherous manner.

Her siblings all laughed when Hitomi imitated a tomato, stuttering denials as she shyly covered her face with her hands. Before any of them could tease Hitomi further, there was a pleasant voice calling from outside Hikari's shoji doors, requesting to enter.

Her mother checked Hikari's make-up and hair one last time before granting permission. The person, who they all assumed to be a servant, softly slid open the door and walked into the room with a grace that exhibits his shinobi training.

Everyone was shocked to see that it was Ryouta-sama who came, doing the duties of a lowly servant rather than that of a respected shinobi. Or rather, it was generally shocking to see the fifteen-year-old at all since Ryouta-sama was rarely seen outside the main residence or the Intel Unit building, too busy with his duties to mingle with the community.

Hikari was older than Ryouta-sama by a year, but despite his younger age, she could appreciate his graceful features. Truly, all of the main house members were beautiful in their own way. She was looking forward to seeing how Madara-sama turned out to be - as nobody could actually tell her what he looks like except for his wild, untamed hair.

"I-I apologize for letting Ryouta-sama inconvenience himself by coming all the way here," Her mother was the one who recovered first and reacted. Snapping back from their daze, all of them were quick to follow her example and bowed to show their respect to him.

Ryouta-sama smiled sweetly while waving off the apology, "Please, raise your heads. Hikari-san will soon become Madara-ani's wife, and us family by marriage."

"Y-yes, Ryouta-sama. It is as you say. May I know if you will be the one who escorts her to the venue?"

"Hikari-san is a very important individual right now. This is the least I can do, no? It should have been Izuna-niisama in my place, but unfortunately, he is currently in charge of security."

Hikari, along with her family, relaxed at his words.

True enough, they should've realized that a mere servant could never represent the status of the main house. This wedding was an important one for their entire clan. The risk of an assassin pretending to be a servant was high. Hence, for the main house to send someone of Ryouta-sama's calibre as her escort-slash-bodyguard was a huge favor to their family.

This could also be seen that the main house approved of the bride, which meant that Hikari was now something like the Uchiha clan's princess, someone meant to be protected and showered with love. It made her want to puff her chest out in pride, but she held herself back.

After all, it would not do to show anything but modesty when in front of someone that was of a higher rank than her (for now).

"Thank you for your kindness and time, Ryouta-sama," Hikari returned his smile and stepped closer to the younger Uchiha, "Do we leave now?"

"Yes."

When she turned to address her family, she missed the frost that flashed through Ryouta's pair of bottomless onyx eyes - the eyes of a T&I officer who had seen something he disliked. If someone were to see this cruel and sadistic personality of his, they would no doubt run for the hills.

Thankfully on her part, when she turned to face him, he was already back to his 'cute' and 'friendly' self.

As soon as they arrived at the shrine, her eyes immediately landed on the groom, standing loftily at the front in his dashing montsuki.

Madara-sama, for once, has his mane tied into a high ponytail. The hairstyle forced him to reveal his handsome and sharp features (was the rhombus on his forehead a temporary wedding decoration of some kind?), which only made Hikari's heart further quicken, her cheeks no doubt red from shyness.

To have the honor of marrying someone with such gorgeous features... The women of their clan would no doubt envy her once they lay their eyes on Madara-sama at the reception later on, as the ritual and vows were for immediate family only.

Although Hikari wanted to quickly stand next to her groom, she forcefully held herself back and strode elegantly towards Madara-sama.

Finally, her dream of marrying into the main house was coming true (although deep in her heart, she had kinda hoped that she could be married to Izuna; the Uchiha clan's heartthrob and most desirable bachelor).

The time has come for them to celebrate their first night together.

Hikari was nervously anticipating the arrival of her newly wedded husband. She was currently inside Madara-sama's bedroom, in seiza and on his (their) futon, facing the shoji doors with a tempting curl of her lips. She waited patiently for him, the time ticking away until it reached an hour, which soon turned into two, which then became three.

Midnight had long passed, yet there was still no sign of Madara-sama. Hikari has long lost her smile, her posture slack as she bit her bottom lip anxiously, thinking of all the gossip it would garner if they did not consummate on the first night of their marriage.

Just as she decided to make a move to search for her missing husband, the shoji door slid open, revealing Madara-sama who was still in his ceremonial attire.

She was quick to smile at him, albeit slightly strained.

"Madara-sama," She executed a perfect saikeirei for three seconds, bowing at a 45° angle from her seiza position, the tips of her fingers placed delicately on the floor in front of her knees with her thumbs touching, "This wife greets her husband."

Before she could even begin her flattery, Madara-sama held up a hand to stop her. She tilted her head in confusion but obeyed nonetheless.

"I've kept you waiting."

Hikari couldn't help the shiver of anticipation from showing when she heard Madara's slightly husky baritone. His voice was extremely pleasant to the ear - rich and almost seductive, even.

"N-not at all, Madara-sama," She bowed her head while at the same time peeking at him shyly, "I know you have many important matters lined up in your tight schedule. I should be the one thanking you for taking the time to come and greet me."

"I value those who understand."

Suddenly, Hikari's cheeks flushed with color. The reason was due to Madara-sama's barely there smile. She so badly wanted to fidget in place, as her womanhood was no doubt soaked from the sex appeal Madara-sama was oozing.

"I thank you for your praise," Hikari responded in a subservient manner.

When he took a step inside and slid close the shoji door, she didn't care to conceal the way her eyes were focused solely on him. She waited with bated breath as he shrugged off his attire, layer by layer, until he was only in his fundoshi.

Hikari hungrily devoured him with her eyes.

She gazes intently at his sinewy arms, long legs, and a delicious six-pack on his abdomen - his body was all firm and tight with muscles and not an ounce of fat could be seen. That was, no doubt, the body of a veteran shinobi. The proof of his strength came from the lack of visible scars, almost non-existent on his milky white skin.

Unexpectedly, Madara-sama's body was also riddled in various inked patterns and designs. In her opinion, the tattoos only enhanced his natural beauty. They tempted her to lick and nibble and savor all of him.

Just as she slipped a portion of her kimono off her slim shoulders, teasingly revealing a portion of her alluring skin... Madara-sama turned away to open his wardrobe. He then slipped into a pair of shinobi pants and high collared mantle - an attire worn when an Uchiha warrior was prepared to go on a mission or leave the compound.

"I-Is Madara-sama leaving for a mission?" She rushed to question him, unwilling to conceal the dishearten expression on her face. Hopefully, he could hear the dismay in her tone and change his mind.

"Hn," Was all Madara-sama said before he jumped out the window and left without looking back.

Hikari's shoulders slumped in disappointment.

'But,' she suddenly clenched her fists, her eyes filled with determination, 'I would not be discouraged that easily!'

With her gorgeous looks and alluring curves, which man could ever deny her? She would get him to eat out of her palms by the end of this month!

Two months after their marriage;

"Will you be available tonight, Madara-sama?"

"I have a meeting with the war council. Don't wait up for me."

"Your wife understands."

xxx

Four months after their marriage;

"Please allow me to assist you in cleaning up, Madara-sama."

"Hn."

"May I ask how your mission went?"

"Well."

"Then tonight-"

"I am too tired."

"I understand. Rest well."

xxx

Sixth months after their marriage;

"Should I disrobe myself or would you prefer to be the one to do so, Madara-sama? I do not mind either way."

"Keep them on. The twins will be arriving soon."

"Oh."

xxx

Eight months after their marriage;

"Madara-sama. After dinner-"

"I'll be with Ryouta. He needs help with his calligraphy."

"... Understood."

xxx

Ten months after their marriage;

"Izuna-sama? I apologize for interrupting your lunch, but do you perchance know where Madara-sama is?"

"Aniki? Sorry, Hikari-san. You just missed him. Aniki has already left for a mission. It'll be a long one so don't get your hopes up."

"I... understand. Thank you for telling me."

xxx

A year after their marriage;

"Does Madara-sama dislike me, Ryouta-sama?"

"Hmm. You have to understand that anija is a very busy person."

"I am his wife yet I rarely see him nowadays..."

"Indeed you are, Hikari-san. However, do remember that Madara-ani is our clan's heir and war general. You'll have to excuse him as he has more meetings, missions, and appointments than the average person. Anija has too much on his plate - too many duties to attend to. But don't worry, Hikari-san. I'll drop word to him that you are concern about his health."

"I apologize if I seem to be whining."

"No, not at all. We are family, are we not?"

"Y-yes. Thank you, Ryouta-sama. You are truly kind."

Hikari stood outside of their shared bedroom, near the koi pond, distractedly watching the fishes as they swam around leisurely. She allowed her thoughts to wander while she bathed in the morning sun.

It has been a year and two months since she was wedded, yet her body was left untouched by her husband. Sometimes, she would wonder if Madara-sama found her lacking, but that reasoning seemed off. As whenever she went shopping for groceries, most men would often be ensnared by her beauty. So she knew it was not her appearance that was at fault.

Furthermore, he did not treat her with scorn - always polite and considerate of her feelings (yet at the same time distant). There were many times, whenever she felt neglected, he would walk around the residence with her or take her out to dinner like any other couple. But after that, Madara-sama would always leave, never stepping foot into their shared bedroom.

Really, she has no idea how to go about and ask Madara-sama to impregnate her - as desperate as that sounded, even in her own head.

Whenever she sees him - as sparse as it was nowadays - she couldn't help her heart from speeding up. Truly, the man was too good-looking for his own good. Her respect for him had slowly turned into infatuation after the many dinner dates they had, and that adoration had morphed into love whenever he touches her arm or shoulder in passing (or was that lust?).

She sighed, not at all looking forward to her mother's monthly visit this afternoon.

Haha-ue has been nagging her as of late, constantly questioning if she was with child. Tajima-sama, too, was becoming impatient. However, how could she possibly be so bold and tell them that she was still pure in body? That Madara-sama has yet to sleep in the same futon with her even at this stage?

That would, without a doubt, cause both Madara-sama and her great humiliation. Besides, nobody but the parties involved needed to know about her nightly activities with the clan heir - or lack thereof.

"We need to talk."

Hikari squeaked and faced the speaker simultaneously, her hands patting her chest as if that would help to reduce the racing of her heart. When she saw that it was only Madara-sama (his hair was in a messy braid - lucky!), she smiled and bowed politely in greeting.

"Hello, Madara-sama. It always is a pleasant surprise to see you. Did you just return from one of Izuna-sama's grooming sessions?"

"Hn."

Madara-sama stiffly nodded, arms crossed over his chest in an imposing manner as he gazes into her eyes, black meeting black. Hikari could feel her cheeks warm up at the intensity of his stare, and the urge to wrap her arms around his shoulders and kiss him silly was hard to diffuse the longer they maintained eye contact.

However, she knew that that was not something she could do without his consent. All shinobi, after all, were twitchy creatures.

Their survival instincts have no off-button, so to speak (especially for someone like Madara-sama, who was brought up in the battlefield and baths in the blood of their enemies on a daily basis). There were many cases where the spouses of shinobi were killed unintentionally due to accidental touches. Hikari was smart enough to avoid raising a death flag by unnecessary bodily contact.

So she stilled her hands by folding and placing them on her obi.

"I will get straight to the point. Hikari, let us enter a contract to coexist as friends under the same roof rather than spouses."

Hikari perked up when he spoke her name, but the following made her flinch. She panicked, a million thoughts raced inside her head as she fought back her tears.

"A-Am I not to Madara-sama's l-liking?" She whispered hoarsely, biting back the instinct to grasp at his sleeves in a fit of childish tantrum, "If there is anything I did to displease you, please allow me to rectify my mista-"

"Stop. You did nothing wrong."

"Then why...?"

Madara-sama's face, as per usual, was devoid of any emotion. He was silent for a long moment, the tension between them raising as minutes ticked by. Ever so slowly, Madara-sama began to uncross his arms, before withdrawing a handkerchief from his billowing sleeves.

She didn't notice she was crying until Madara-sama began drying her tears for her. Embarrassed to have shown her vulnerability, she clenched her eyes shut and took several deep breaths. Once she felt that she was calm enough to speak without stuttering, she opened her eyes and spoke.

"Do you, perchance, have another person in your heart?"

The Uchiha heir tilted his head to the side, his blank yet handsome features revealing nothing. Again, there was a painful silence between them. She began gnawing on her bottom lip, the feelings of denial and betrayal causing her to tear up yet again.

"I have remained faithful to our vows, if that is what you are truly asking."

"Pardon me for my insolence, but it is hard to believe in your words when you refuse to bed me. How would I truly know if you are simply too tired after a mission or if you had someone else take care of your needs?"

She knew she had stepped out of line when his eyes narrowed into slits, but her emotions were making it hard for her to think properly. She loves Madara-sama with all her heart - and for him to clearly state that he desires to only be friends... it was a blow to her feelings and womanly pride.

If others were to find out about this, she would be labeled as a wife who had spectacularly failed to satisfy her husband. But, could she be blamed when it was her husband who refuses to give her a chance to satisfy his needs?

"I'll forgive your discourtesy this time... as I can see that you are clearly distressed by the news I bear. I will seek your presence tomorrow and we shall continue our discussion then, Hikari."

Before she could say anything - to either rebuke or beg, she didn't know - Madara-sama has already departed, even his silhouette could not be seen. There and then, she crumpled to her knees and sobbed into her sleeves, her heart clouded in despair.

After all, deep inside, she already knew that Madara-sama would never touch nor adore her in a way only a lover would. She simply was in denial.

"What a cruel man you are, Madara-sama," She whispered into the wind as her tears continuously rolled down her cheeks.

xxx

In the end, Hikari, with great reluctance, agreed to enter a cohabitation contract with him - though there was a condition to sleep in the same room.

Madara-sama, also with great reluctance, accepted her condition, but he was persistent that they sleep on different futons. Hikari knew she could not push further than that, hence she ultimately conceded.

Beyond everything else, Hikari would continue to try her best to make him fall in love with her (as futile as it sounds). Or worst-case scenario, she would think of something else in order to remain as his wife. Hikari refuses to leave the main house and she refuses to let their current relationship deteriorate into simple friendship.

She refuses.

*Hikari went through her day like usual; she cooked, she cleaned, she did the laundry, she went grocery shopping, she talked about politics over tea, etcetera. There was not a single activity she did that was out of place, fulfilling her duties as the heir's wife.

When evening came around, she set the table with all of Madara-sama's favorite food, seeing that Tajima-sama and all of her brothers-in-law were currently out on missions. She mentally patted herself on the back for a job well done and hopes that Madara-sama would praise her food this time.

Unfortunately, he was silent throughout the meal, only grunting and 'hn'-ing in response to her chatters. She was in a good mood tonight, hence she did not kick up a fuss.

After dinner, she cleaned up and retired early for the night, while Madara-sama retreated to his office.

When Madara-sama finally returned to their shared bedroom, he slipped silently into his futon. There were no sounds to be heard other than Hikari's breathing. But then, just as the timer in Hikari's head hit 0, she heard a soft rustling coming from Madara-sama's side of the room.

Hikari cautiously cracked an eye open and turned to face her husband. Although it was dark, her eyes have already adjusted and like any other Uchiha, even for the civilians, she was born with naturally good vision.

For the very first time, she saw Madara-sama struggle to push himself into a seating position, only to fall back abruptly as if he was a puppet whose strings were cut. His yukata looked damp with sweat and his face was flushed with exertion.

For someone so dominant to show such a weak side... This vulnerability was making her blood sing. With slow movements, she slithered out from her covers and carefully approached him.

"Madara-sama? Are you in pain?" Her voice was but a mere whisper.

Usually, at this point in time, Madara-sama would deny any and all of her concerns. But now, he only panted on the futon, eyes glazed, pupils dilated, and dark hair fanned around him like he was a bewitching model preparing to be drawn on a portrait.

It seems that Akio-jiisama has fulfilled his part. Now, it was her turn - and hopefully, she would not mess up.

With her heart thumping in nervous anticipation, she recalls Akio-jiisama's prior instructions. Her trembling fingers dug into her pillow cover, retrieves a syringe that was already loaded with an unknown liquid of some kind, and injects the contents directly into Madara-sama's arm - before scrambling away in case he reacted fast enough to snap her neck.

The result was immediate.

Madara-sama gasped, head lolling to one side as the rapid and long-acting drug awoken his libido while at the same time paralyzing his movements temporarily.

Now that she was sure of his immobility, she retrieves a paper bracelet from her pillow cover and tied it around Madara-sama's wrist. His chakra was instantly sealed, leaving him helpless and in her mercy. If she had been an assassin, this would have been his end.

"Luckily, I am Madara-sama's wife," She giggled while simultaneously pushing the hair out of his face. He truly was gorgeous. The baby produced by them would, without a doubt, be beautiful, "Don't worry, Madara-sama. I'll soon help you relieve yourself."

Eager to start, she removes the covers from his body and untied the obi belt from Madara-sama's yukata. She couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, feeling as if she was opening a present. A very sexy present.

With gentle movements, she trailed a hand up Madara-sama's abs, loving the feel of hard muscles against her palm. His amazing body trembled under her touch, which prompted her to quicken her pace. Was he as eager as she was?

"Does this feel good, Madara-sama?" Hikari licked her lips as she palmed his straining erection. Knowing full well that Madara-sama was not in any condition to talk or do anything but lay there, she helped him free his manhood from his fundoshi and positioned herself atop of him.

Not wanting to hurt herself, she was careful when she pushed his length into her wet cavern. She gasped at the painful intrusion and stretch at first, but after a few moments, she only felt full. After adjusting, she began rocking her lower body tentatively - and it made Madara-sama grunt in pleasure, much to her delight.

(Madara had his eyes clenched shut, and due to her excitement, she failed to notice the single tear that escaped and mixed together with his sweat.)

"Madara-sama... Madara-sama... Madara-sama..." She repeatedly panted and moaned into his ear, loving the heat that traveled up her spine, through her hardened nipples, and into her very core.

The night progressed in this fashion, and whenever Madara-sama so much as twitch his fingers or had gone soft after cumming, she would pump more drugs into his system - which made him a drooling mess with blown pupils by the end of their coupling.

As soon as the sun began to rise, she got dressed, got rid of all evidence, and left the residence for her family home with a smile on her lips.

They had planned this for months, and Akio-jiisama warned that once the drugs have left Madara-sama's system, it would be dangerous to remain near him.

But she need not worry for long. His anger would only last for a short while. Akio-jiisama had reassured her that in due time, Madara-sama would come to love and treasure her - as soon as she gives birth to his child.

She giggles happily as she skips towards her destination, not minding how Madara-sama's essence was dripping down her thighs underneath her kimono.

A/N: I hope that this chapter has answered most of the questions you guys had?╭( ･ㅂ･)و

I actually didn't want to give Hikari any spotlight 'cause... what if you guys ended up pitying her (´ж｀;)?!... but because there are too many questions concerning her and her actions, I decided to write a whole chapter showcasing her POV!

To be honest, it took quite some time for me and my plot bunnies to actually build up the motivation to insert this into my draft but... hahaha ( ՞ਊ՞)...! I even shrugged off the edits since I wasn't keen on re-reading this over and over again to finalize it. So I apologize if you spot many errors in there or if its full of unnecessary phrases and sentences.

Anyway, let's all stop requesting (intentionally or otherwise) the author for extra chapters, ok? This 'one-shot' (lol) is never gonna end at this rate.