I am the lie that you adore...

This. Is. Entertainment!

Lots of entertainment!

You are down on your knees...

Beggin' me for more!

I walked alongside Madara, my heart pulsing angrily in my chest. My mind was screaming at me that it wasn't safe here by his side. It just wasn't safe. My heart was saying the same, surprisingly. Everything just beat against the way I was going now; it's like trying to swim upstream. I wonder how the sharks manage to do it...

That would be salmon, not sharks. Idiot.

Fuck you, Voice. I never asked for your input on my analogies.

"Kitsune... what was it that attacked you?" Madara questioned, his calm voice sending chills up my spine. The little things he would do always get to me... but then I realize that, hey, he's psychotic.

"I don't know..." I answered dumbly, trying to avoid getting on his bad side by even insinuating that he put me under genjutsu or created some new way to hurt me.

But I'm sure he got that from the deadly aura that has been radiating from me for the past hour or so. My teeth bared towards the sunset, disliking the fact that it still rose and descended the same, despite my horrible predicaments. Anger ran like white-hot adrenaline through my veins; now I see why some people are so addicted to the drug dens and the party scene.

Despite anger not being a true drug, it felt like it would set my skin on fire and keep me awake for days, just like some of the narcotics I've known some of the rich little Daimyo kiddies to enjoy. The poor little saps. Non-ninja. They don't know the true meaning of addiction.

Addicted to the thrill? Do you like the heat pulsing through your veins when you fight?

For once my inner Voice has to be incorrect. No. I thought quietly. I'm addicted to the rush you get when you push your blade through the protective skin of another. I'm sadistic. A monster, not meant to be handled by humans. I'm not human. I'm not human...

You're very human. And you aren't sadistic.

...

You're just sad.

Madara stalked around, the fury like little flames licking up and down his spine in short bursts, then cooling rapidly into a solid love as he gazed back at the little fox child. Her hair fluffed up around the edges, making her akin to that of lion, with a mane of ebony.

His eye twitched as he looked away.

She would never be within reach. She would always push him away for what he had done; he knew that. He accepted that. It was an a fact of his life, unnecessary to state over and over like he had been doing lately. It was starting to get rather annoying for him.

But it was just that it wasn't something that was in control anymore. It was making him sick.

The Uchiha curled his lip up at the girl walking in front of him. She was scarcely seventeen in appearance, and even then it looked like a stretch. Her lucid gaze turned to him.

Kitsune's eyes narrowed to slits, fangs prominently showing when she snapped her lips back in a very animal like snarl. Madara just smirked and winked, hoping to get her riled up.

Line.

I hissed at him, lashing my tail from side to side. I really do wish I could call Byakko back to myself and get out of this ridiculous form; as relieving as it was to first change, I begin to feel stuffy when left in one state for longer than necessary.

He drives me crazy.

You will be the one to end him.

She drives me crazy.

But she will carry on the Uchiha name.

rmc01: I know. He's such a fucking beast ;D

Raixan: Generally wanting to suffocate in anything is slightly detrimental to your health. I suggest you see a physician about that ;) Haha jk!

Blackbird16: Why thank you dollface~

silversnowflake: Thanks hun :)

Yuti-chan: Ah, but isn't there always an issue? It is Madara after all...