When Hanami regained consciousness, it was already getting late. She woke up to the orange and pink colors of the spring evening sky. Where was she? Oh right! She had been picking up material to make her sister medicine…and she had come across…Uchiha Madara. The last thing she remembered were crimson red eyes staring forcibly at her and immediately it dawned her! She had been placed under genjutsu and she had just woken up from its' slumber.

How could she let this happen? Her sister had trained her to counter illusions, but this felt different. First, she could not remember a thing from the time she was unconscious. She looked around for her belongings. Everything was intact, even the algae that she had collected. She started examining her whole body. Not a scratch. In an instant she remembered why she had been here at the first place.

"Touka!" she exclaimed desperately. All this time she had been unconscious her sister had been suffering. Hanami needed to go treat her at once before her infection worsened. Without further thinking she made her way back to their home.

With a loud bang, she opened the door of the infirmary and made her way straight to her sister. She was positively surprised to see that someone else had sought to change her bandages. Other than that though, her sister was flushing red and her breathing was heavy.

"Shit Anee-chan hang in there I am here now."

Touka's eyelids moved and she weakly opened her pale grey eyes "Happy birthday Hanami" she said exhaustedly. Hanami had forgotten with the whole ordeal that today she had turned sixteen.

"Don't talk Anee-chan. I will treat you right away."

She removed the bandages. The wound had started to look bad but there was still hope of saving Touka's life. She quickly mixed the red substance she had collected with wax and hot tea, making a pale red paste that she proceeded to apply onto the affected areas. After that she got new bandages to wrap around her sister's wound and fixed her a concoction of poppy juice to help ease her pain and sleep better during the night. After making sure her sister had everything she needed, she made a round around the room to see to all the other wounded soldiers' needs. Yesterday's battle had been rough of them, the wounded were all the evidence she needed. She had now seen with her own eyes the extent of the strength the Uchiha had.

The weather was getting better day by day and Hanami decided it would be for the best if she opened the windows of the infirmary for everyone to get some fresh air. It was already nightfall and tonight were a full moon. She fetched an unoccupied futon and made her way by her sister's sleeping figure. Touka had already drifted to sleep and Hanami was glad to see that she had a peaceful expression, although she would still have to stay vigilant. Tonight would be a long night and she was intent on spending every minute of it by her sister's bedside, but not before doing one last task.

She had to find uncle Butsuma. Who knows what information Madara Uchiha extracted from her while she was hypnotized? The Uchiha would now be plotting to do something and given that the Senju's strongest asset was away but Madara was around, the scale was not on their favor…the wounded that had arrived yesterday evening were a testament to that. Now that her sister was actively out of danger, she had to notify everyone. She reckoned that given the previous day's all out battle, the Uchiha would need a day to recuperate. This time they might have won the battle, but Hanami knew firsthand that their medical ninjutsu was not as advanced as the Senju's which was on their side's favor. Then there was the fact that Madara had kept her alive. Why? She was completely at his mercy.

"He probably thought that I was not much of a threat. Else I would now be dead." she surmised. From their previous encounter it was crystal clear that she was completely at his mercy.

"Uncle! Uncle!" She loudly banged the front door of Hashirama's house. She heard light steps from the interior wooden floor and the door slid open. It was Tobirama.

"What is it Hana? Is Touka ok? I sensed her chakra and it was fine…since you had been away, I had mother change up her bandages"

"Sis is fine, but there is something more pressing! Get me uncle now!" the urgency in his cousin's voice was enough for Tobirama to invite her inside.

By the time Hanami had taken a seat at the guest room, Tobirama had fetched his father.

"What brings you here Hanami?" her uncle asked sternly. He was never fond of late-night visits unless they were for a good reason.

Without further ado Hanami narrated her whole ordeal. How she had gone to the river to pick up medicinal seaweed and her encounter with Madara. Tobirama and Butsuma's eyes widened and gave each other a meaning look.

"Tajima is bound to make a move." Butsuma said "Hashirama has grown strong and he is bound to surpass me…but so has Madara. They will be attacking full force tomorrow. Tobirama! Assemble everyone now. They have rested enough we need to be ready and on guard."

Hanami lowered her head. Another battle was approaching, and she could not help but think that it was partly her fault…

"Thank you dear niece" Butsuma said "Go and rest. Your hands will be full tomorrow."

Hanami departed and made her way back to the infirmary to tend to her sister. Part of her was glad that Touka was in bed and would not be participating in tomorrow's battle. She took a seat on her made up futon in front of the infirmary's window, next to her sister, resting her head against the wide window frame. It was a full moon and the forest was beautiful, the tree leaves shining in white and silver hues. As she mused the serene beauty of her surroundings, she started to make account of everything that had occurred the day of her birthday. Twelve hours had passed since she went off to the river to collect the materials for her sister's medicine and now was the first time during the day, she could catch her breath.

At that moment, the events unfolded started playing again in her head. Her feet and hands started shaking. She thought of how weak and powerless she was in front of that person and how by some miracle she was able to stay composed and collected. How even though he had every reason to kill her, he did not. What happened while she was unconscious? That was still a mystery. At least Tobirama concluded that he hadn't placed any suspicious techniques on her. Hanami felt wetness on her cheeks only to realize that she was crying. She decided to consciously let herself loose for the first time during the day. She lay down next to her sister and broke down in silent sobs.

The moonlight was illuminating through an open window of an otherwise dark room. A beautiful raven-haired woman was moaning softly as her partner was thrusting rhythmically into her. He was on top, firmly holding her thighs apart so he could have control over her trembling body. His long, blue black mane looked almost silver from the brightness of the moon that hit his head.

"Ah..ahhh Ma…Madara-sama" said the woman weak from pleasure. She was barely able to keep her composure as he was inside her and almost let out a scream which Madara sought to muffle with his hand, in order to not wake anybody up.

The woman, who must have been a little bit under thirty years of age was no spring flower. She was a war widow of two years who had lost her husband to the war. Even though she had been mourning just until recently her departed partner, when the young Uchiha made advances towards, her after she had treated some minor cuts about a month ago, she couldn't help but let her primal urges get the better of her. He was young, handsome and with plenty of stamina and after all she hadn't laid with a man for almost two years. Of course, their little meetings were a secret…she was older and a mother to two children, he was the promising heir to the clan. Not an ideal match at the eyes of the higher ups. Still, amidst the war and the panic, affairs such as this were not uncommon, if the participants were discreet. Other than that, Madara did not mind neither her age nor her standing. She was poised and regal after all, but mainly having been married before, she knew what she was doing, and she was good at it too. No fussing, no timidness, no nonsense like some girls his age. That really appealed to him.

She looked at him, eyes unfocused from the rush, lips almost agape. Madara loved to see his partner so disheveled from their encounter that, he decided to focus himself more on her sensual face. However as he was immersing himself more and more into the act, he started to picture two, mismatched eyes, one teal, one amethyst staring defiantly at him. As he felt that he was nearing climax, he got the impression that the beautiful widow's face had morphed into that of the Senju girl's he had encountered that morning at the river.

"Why?" he thought to himself "Why that little wench" and with a quick motion he withdrew his hard member from the woman's wet cunt. Without further ado, and without saying a word, he turned his partner into all fours and continued to thrust faster and harder. This time however it was not out of pleasure, but rather out of frustration. As if that girl had subconsciously entered his mind.

At the same time, the woman could not compose herself any further, getting louder by the second. He shoved her head against the pillow and decided it would be better not to look at her any longer. Madara averted his gaze from his partner's well shaped body and stared into the trees in the distance which had silver highlights from the full moon. Not the most fitting picture for the moment, however he had to be certain.

After finishing intercourse, his partner lied exhausted on her belly while he sat next to her cleaning after himself. It still irked him that the Senju girl had intruded his thoughts in such a manner. While it is true that he felt momentarily aroused by seeing her in front of him in such a manner and her features were mesmerizing to say the least, she was an enemy and of Hashirama's blood no less.

"Something wrong, Madara-sama?" a sultry voice disrupted his introspection.

"Nothing that concerns you, Aiya" answered Madara flatly

"That is the problem with youngsters" she thought to herself while slowly getting up "too much angst for their own good. Doesn't matter if he is a one-man army or that he makes me lose myself every time he does me…he is still a boy."

"I will be going then, Madara-sama" she told him while putting her kimono on "if you need anything else, you know where to find me. Good luck for tomorrow."

Madara gave her a look and then laid down his futon diving again deep into his musings. Today's incident by the river bothered him way more than he cared to admit. At the end though, it should have not mattered.

What really mattered was that Hashirama was away, which meant that the enemy was in a handicap. After leaving the white-haired girl be, he had sought to notify his father. The Uchiha had been fervently preparing for a full-blown assault all day. His rival wouldn't be hiding forever, but until he would be back further weakening the Senju wouldn't be an all too bad idea.

Tomorrow he would be going all out.

**Author's Comments**

Yay for longer chapters! Since my writing is kind of intuitive, some chapters are bound to be longer than others!

Enjoy this *spicier* chapter hehe.

Just for the heads up, Madara and Hashirama are supposed to be around 18-19 here while Hanami as mentioned in the story is 16 (same age as Tobirama and Izuna). While this story is bound to have more sexual tones from now on, I feel uncomfortable writing about sexual scenes with underraged participants. Madara is practically a post pubescent adult (lol Aiya basically said it).

See ya next time,

xoxo CS