Lexii: Well this chapter made a surpised twist while I was writing it, but it turned out really good. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. But I do own Saya.

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One Chance

Bruises litter her wrists, as well as a hickey on her collarbone from Madara's assault. Saya looked at herself in the mirror. The tears that had fallen made her usual brown eyes bloodshot. The blanket she had wrapped around her chest served as the only proof to what has happen. Saya bowed her head. She could have fought him…but didn't. Saya sat on the bathroom floor, holding her knees to her chest. In the ten years, since the massacre never had someone invoke these feelings of fear and powerlessness in her. Saya touched the markings on her wrist.

"Why?" She repeated to herself. A question that can only be answer by him.

The cool night air was more eerie. Itachi could tell something was wrong. It was weird for the hideout to be quiet. Usually Hidan and Kakazu would be fighting or Deidera and Tobi would be at each other's throats. He knew something was wrong when he walked through the corridors and Saya has yet pounced on him…

Itachi stood in front of his cousin's door, without knocking he walked in. A kunai came flying at his direction, he dodge it and watch as it planted itself in the wall behind him. Itachi looked to the person who through it, only to be greeted to a sad sight himself. On her bed sat the young women that he was looking for. Her widen bloodshot eyes, had tears falling like a stream, as she clenched the blanket to her still half naked form. Kunais laid on her bed like it was the only thing that can protect her. Itachi's dark eyes fell on the women.

"Gomen… I-I didn't mean… to do that…"

"Saya… what happen?" Saya turned away from him, holding the blanket to her even tighter than before. Itachi took a step forward, only to have her flinch at him coming closer. Seeing this, Itachi took slow steps to her. When he finally made it to her bed, he sat on the edge not too far and not too close to the terrified women. He sighed.

"What happen?" He asked again. Silence engulfs the room. Soon, quiet sobs could be heard from the women. "Saya?" The second he said her name, Saya laid her head on Itachi's lap, sobbing. Itachi stroked her hair, that's when he saw it, the hickey on her neck. He now knew what happen…

"Tobi did this didn't he?" He said. From the grip she had on his pants he was right.

"We were talking… and I yelled at him… then…" Itachi sighed. He sat there holding her, letting her cry until she couldn't cry no more. Exhausted from all the crying, the brown-hair women passed out. Itachi sighed and tucked the young Uchiha into bed. In the outside, he kept an emotionless façade, but inside he wanted to rip Uchiha Madara's head off, one would think otherwise. Time for a talk…

Grey clouds cover the overhead of the hideout. Slowly the soft plops of rain became a downpour. Madara sat on the ledge of the roof, twirling a kunai on his middle finger. A shadow figure appeared behind him. Madara glared at the person, Sharingan met Sharingan.

"What do you want now, Itachi?" Itachi didn't answer him.

"Well?" Madara fully turned to him, only to see a kunai being pointed to him. Madara raise a brow.

"You know I don't care about you and Saya's relationship, I told you if you harm her I will come after you." His voice was stern enough to strike fear into ANBU's heart. Madara didn't flinched at the threat. Instead he chuckled darkly, finding amusement in the matter.

"She's learning her place. Now leave Itachi, there's no point in trying to kill me." Madara turned around, Itachi threw the kunai at him but it just passed though him. Madara turned back to him, glaring at him.

"You knew better then to do that."

"Now you know I'm serious. Consider that a warning for not believing my word." Itachi walked away from the elder. Madara just stared at him. He COULD have killed him… actually he WOULD have killed him but he choose not to. Itachi is too valuable to kill…well for now and he still had a duty to do, so until his duty is done that's when he'll be happy to kill him.

A week has passed since Saya has come out of her room. No one has enter or exited from there either. Itachi ignored the Elder since there rooftop meeting, and left the young Uchiha to confine herself in her room. Tension rose in the hideout between the two, both dying to shed the blood of the other…but can't due to specific consequences if either was to die. So instead they roam the hallways and glare at each other if they met.

Madara stood outside of Saya's room. Under the crack of the door a small light was emitting, considering how it pass midnight he figure she would be asleep, but instead found out she awake as well. He figured this would be the best time to speak to her. Slowly, he opened the door. Nothing was what he saw… just mess of sheets, a small candle light on the desk lighting up most of the room. Madara walked in, only to see the bathroom door being light up as well.

'What is she doing?'

Though the crack in the door, he heard her slow breathing patterns and clank of a weapon hitting the floor. Madara opened the door, only to see she was looking at the water in the sink. She in nothing more than her mesh bra and shorts, her brown hair tied into a ponytail. He saw the bruises that he has caused her litter her wrist, crossing in different patterns. Madara walked behind her, causing his reflection to appear in the water. A gasp escapes her lips as she sees the reflection, before she could turn to face him; the black hair man wrapped his arms around her waist keeping her in place.

He heard a sob escape from her. "Why… why are you here?" She said her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. He didn't answer, instead Madara kiss her neck, earning a slight flinch from the woman in his arms.

"Shhh." He said his hands on her waist pulled her closer to him.

"I'm here for you…" Saya stared at his reflection in the water, not responding to him. It was now or never for Uchiha Madara. He had to tell Saya the truth… of their true relationship.

"Tobi-" Madara placed his hand on her mouth and shook his head to her.

"Not Tobi… Madara…" Saya's eyes widen at the name. Shock froze her features. His grip on her waist loosens a little allowing her to turn in his arm.

Saya cupped one of his cheeks. "Madara…" He nodded. A frown crossed her face, as her eyes widen in anger. The hand on his cheek pulls back only to meet his cheek again in a forceful slap. While Madara was recovering from Saya's impact, the women reach for her fallen kunai on the ground. Madara stared at the women in front of him, holding the weapon in her hand. Madara glared at her.

"You don't have a chance…" He said harshly. Saya looked away from him, angered she tried to impale the kunai into him. Madara grab her wrist and held it above her head. "I said you didn't have a chance." With a flick of his wrist, a small scream was released from her as he bended her wrist back, making the kunai fall to the ground. Madara released her, letting fall on the ground clutching her newly wounded hand. Madara 'Hmph' at her.

"Uchiha Madara… founder of the Uchiha Clan…" She said slowly. He stared at her. "Why… why did you lie to me? Why did you hurt me?" She looked up at him, her brown eyes staring deeply into his red ones. Madara bend down to her level, lifting her chin to look at him.

"It's because…" He leaned down his lips almost touching hers. "You're my wife…" Saya's eyes widen, as he closed the space between them. 'Wife...' She thought.