Raixan: Not genjutsu ;D guess again! DRAMA! Haha. And i love scary Madara too!

I'm not the same as yesterday,

It's so hard to explain how things have changed.

Oohh...

I groaned, opening my eyes painfully. My eyes flashed up to look at the man hovering over me, syringe in hand. My mouth opened to shriek, beg, call for help, cuss, it didn't matter. Nothing came out. I was utterly useless. "Kitsune. Kitsune." The voice, hazy at first, came closer and closer to actually being recognizable. Even though the figure above me was hazy at best, there was a slight longing at the sound of his voice.

Who is he?

That damn Voice is taunting me again. Of course it knows who it is. Why must my own subconscious taunt me? Isn't that just a little masochistic?

Like loving him isn't. Nothing but a masochistic, stoic little fox.

Thanks, Voice.

You always boost my ego.

"Kitsune, wake up, please," All thoughts went out the window, as I remembered that voice.

"Madara!" I gasped, eyes wide as he broke another vase against the wall, Sharingan blazing in fury I hadn't seen since back when we fought all the time.

He turned to me, eyes narrowing.

"Don't even try!" He snapped, lashing out at the bedpost. I winced as it ripped itself from the rest of the frame, slapping into the wall. Oh, Madara...

Enough was enough.

I'm so sorry...

Quick as lightning, I slashed out with my fingers, sinking my nails deep into the space where his neck met his shoulder. He stopped completely, red eyes flickering up to meet mine. But he couldn't put me under that genjutsu; there was no way I was looking into his eyes again. Never again.

Red tears dripped freely from my chin as he fell to the ground, still and limp. I stepped over his motionless body, letting the euphoric feeling momentarily cover up any feeling of remorse that I felt. I love him... I love him...

Let's leave, Kitsune. Byakko.

"Oh, Byakko, you don't understand..."

I made it to the door, hand grasping the knob firmly. If I backed out now, there was no chance that he wouldn't kill me for paralyzing him. No chance.

"Kitsune..." He could still speak? That paralysis doesn't work as quickly as I thought... or did I miss the main artery? "I'll never let you leave me; not forever." I walked out of the room, hurrying despite the mental assurance that it would last long enough for me to get out with plenty of time to spare.

As I walked away, one word echoed behind me in my wake.

"Please..."

"Please, Kitsune! Get up!" Madara's voice. I was sure now.

I snapped my hand up weakly, trying to fight away from his hold. He just tightened his grip. By the time I had exhausted myself, panting and numb, I hadn't even scratched Madara. I whined quietly as he put pressure on my arms; it wasn't enough to hurt, but it was enough to worry me.

"Madara, please!" I whimpered, turning my face away as he leaned down. His lips gently brushed the side of my neck, sending shivers of pleasure up and down my spine. I tried not to quiver in fear and contentment. Odd combination.

"Kitsune..." he nuzzled my neck, the gentleness seeming sincere, but I knew it was only the calm before the storm. "Don't leave again..." He breathed in once, and I braced myself for an onslaught of pain.

Nothing came. My pristine orbs stared in shock at confused look Madara showed; he never looked confused. "What were those things, Madara? Another sick joke on your part? Found me and decided I needed to be punished?" I hissed, referring to the creatures that attacked me. Either Madara mastered a creepy new clone thing, or he put me under genjutsu. But from the pain in my side, I guessed it was unlikely. That was the pain of overstretched muscles, and running from Madara wasn't that physically strenuous. Just mentally.

Which is why you hear me,

Why I'm here in the first place.

Otherwise you wouldn't need me.

Why?

Why what? I don't understand.

Why don't you understand? What don't you understand.

I don't know. And I understand nothing.

"I don't know. I-"

"Don't play games with me! I'm not a doll for you to play with until I break!" I cried, slicing vainly at his chest. Madara caught my hand before I could even skim him. My breath went short as I saw that familiar shade of red flash into his eyes once before disappearing quickly.

"Stop. Just stop." He said coldly, all trace of love gone from his voice. Fear quaked like quicksilver through my veins.

I winced back as he lifted a large hand to trace my jawline. Trying hard, I froze my body, letting it feel as if I was a statue. Just a statue. Not a person, not something he can hurt...

He slapped me.

Don't try to kid yourself. He will kill you.

I'm officially blocking the Voice from my thoughts as of now. Even though my face had snapped to the side, pale face reddening quickly, I kept my eyes straight forward and my jaw set. Madara looked down on me, his slim fingers gently touching the spot where he hit me me. Even the slightest pressure made it seem like he was setting hot coals to my skin.

But hell if I was going to tell him that. He just might do that for the hell of it.

FML.

He dug blunt nails into my cheek, wrenching my face towards him. I didn't meet his eyes.

His grip on my cheek just intensified.

I just want the pain to stop.

Is that so much to ask?

Why does she have to go to the trouble to do this, to hurt me? My slim fingers wrapped around her pretty little chin gripped compulsively. I didn't want to hurt her, really. She...

She just has to ruin everything.

My heart swelled with that falsetto joy that I had grown accustomed to lately. Her blue eyes remained on the ground, but any visage of her was enough for me to feel that little spark we had when she had first released Byakko. She had shared everything with me. Her body, her soul, her will. She just surrendered. The thought gave him a swell of pride- he had had her once. He did. It surprised him, too.

But it was all falling apart. She wasn't even willing to fight back anymore- she was like a broken doll. And he had broken her.

Hey loves, it's me. AGAIN. On a roll bitches! Normally I'm incredibly late on updates. Haha. What now, procrastination?

Ahem. Anyway, the first two chapter names are from the song Toy Soldier by Keri Hilson. This chapter name is from E for Extinction by Thousand Foot Crutch. I don't own the songs and all that good shit. I obviously don't own Naruto, or this wouldn't be a FANfic, would it?