And ya'lls a bunch of squares like a motherfucking grid. Shiiit, fuck with me and get hit.

Title Credit: I Am Not A Human Being by Lil Wayne

Raixan: I know, I like it too. :) I just feel like when I write like that, it never truly ends, and me being a perfectionist, it really bothers me . The only reason I settled for it then was because it fit with the story.

Rmc01: I know ;) you may be a bit disappointed with this chapter though D: no Madara antics todayy!

Yuti-chan: Pshh, ya never know ;D Haha just kidding!

I skipped ahead of Madara, plan forming perfectly in my mind. That damned Uchiha will regret the day he ever stepped on my toes.

He never stepped on your toes.

He killed me.

No he didn't.

Yes, he did, Voice. Don't argue with me. He killed me multiple times in Mangekyou World. So shut the fuck up.

No, you shut the fuck up.

No you- wait. What the hell? Did I just tell myself to shut up... twice? What the fudge nuggets...

Am I seriously crazy? I don't think so. Gah, this is worse than having to deal with a pissy Madara. With cake. And pissy raccoons with machine guns.

My life has been completed. Raccoons with weapons.

What life?

... damnit. I do have a life, thank you very much mysterious voice in my head!

I pushed myself foreward, trying my best to ignore Madara's uneven breathing beside me. In the back of my mind, the sly part of me noticed that he seemed on edge with me around, keeping his front to me at all times. He's worried I'll try to poison him, or paralyze him, or get really creative and try to strangle him with his own-

"We're here," he interrupted my train of thought, eyes red around the edges. I noticed they got that way when something was bothering him; to any normal person it would like he was about to cry, but we all know that I'm not a normal person and I'd known Madara for far longer than any normal or sane person could ever hope to live to. So yeah.

I looked up, and all I saw was crumbling walls and fire licking at the recesses of what looked to be an old Uchiha fortress. My mouth hung open.

"So, Madara. Why have you taken me to the gates of Hell?" He looked at me like I was crazy. Bastard thought I was crazy. I ought to murder him with a pair of-

"What? You honestly think the greatest fortress the ninja world has ever known is Hell?" he bristled hotly at me, lip curled back in a soundless rage. I tried not to smirk at him.

"Nice trying, genius. But that building-" I pointed smartly towards the compound. "- just so happens to be on fire and currently dilapidated beyond any resemblance of repair. So there." I stuck out my tongue. I don't know what this insanity thing is doing to me, but it sure is making me a hell of a lot braver.

Madara gave me a look of pure confusion. "It's not on fire, Kitsune, and from looking at your chakra signature, it isn't leaking anywhere... so you're not under genjutsu, and I'm sure as hell not either," he puffed out his chest in a colossal swell of manly pride. Jackass. "Are you feeling alright?"

See, if I was any other kind of girl who was swayed by men paying attention to them and basically calling them weak by asking if they need any assistance or if they're 'alright' (especially if those men are sexy Uchiha), I would have fainted. But I'm not that type of girl. I don't give a shit about men calling me weak, it doesn't get me off. And I especially do not like Madara Uchiha talking down to me. Sorry Maddy! You just don't do it for me!

I expressed just such feelings in an orderly and polite fashion.

Ahem, I shrieked at him.

He promptly punched me in the gut, pushing me towards the raging flames. With a gasp, I jumped back, my back slamming into his chest. Huffing, all the air flew out of both our bodies as we hit the ground, tangled up and confused. I was confused because I wasn't expecting to catch him off guard. Madara was confused because I was acting like a cat who didn't like the fat lady who kept trying to hug it, running in the opposite direction. The flames were like my fat cat lady.

"..." The silence lingered between us. I was on top, legs resting on either side of his hips. One of his legs was propped up, holding me up and making it hard to keep my balance if I tried to take my weight of him to stand. I would fall if I tried.

My hands were flat against the space beside his head, his hair flayed out around his head. My hair, let loose from its usual ponytail, hung around my shoulders, just barely touching his chest.

Everything was still.

...Yet I could still here the creaking of the wood and the cracking of the marble pillars as the Uchiha fortress- more like an over-equipped palace, really- and the fire resounded with a dull roar that made my blood go cold. Ever since my release with Byakko, I had been terrified of fire. Before, I could walk through hell without a scratch on me when I came out the other side. Now, though, I could feel the fire as it scorched my skin... even though I was a good hundred feet away from it.

Yet all I could see were his eyes, without Mangekyou. With a curiosity I was unused to- I was never curious, I always knew everything- I realized his eyes weren't a cold black like I was used to seeing. I had just never been this close before without his Sharingan on.

They were a dark brown, slightly lighter than his pupils, with flecks that seemed to glow red when the light hit it just right. I smiled softly, tracing the line his brow made, sliding back around to outline the lower lid of his eye. Then I slowly let my pointer and middle finger slide quietly down his sharp nose.

He was so perfect.

Madara's breath caught in his throat. Kitsune looked like she was concentrating hard, lips pursed quietly and fingers curled tentatively as she touched him. Her eyes were narrow and almost closed, but Madara could still see the blue flickering from side to side as she memorized the brown and red iris and committed it to memory.

He part his lips as her fingertips ghosted over them. Her eyes flicked to his, and she opened her mouth to let out a breath. Though he knew it was unwise, he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of mint and chocolate met his nose. She always did love chocolate.

Madara opened his eyes when the weight suddenly lifted, and saw her sprinting away after she got up from the slight fall when she hefted herself away from him. His eyes widened in shock as he tried to get up, but as soon as he did, he was met with a snarling Byakko.

He had grown in size, canines lengthening so that they overlapped his bottom lip and met his chin, fur fluffier than his normal sleekness bristling to full height.

Fuck my life.

I sprinted quickly through the trees, hoping that Byakko could hold Madara off long enough. I know Madara's strong and fast, but Byakko is practically Hell with fur when he's pissed. And Madara has been pissing him off for a very long time.

Without a second thought, I pushed a good half of my chakra reserve into Byakko, hoping to make his chances a little better. I knew he would survive; there was no doubt. For either of us to die, you'd have to injure us both significantly and within twenty four hours of the other to completely kill us off. Otherwise, it's just like one of us going on a short hiatus to the other's body until we are completely healed.

See? Listening in school does get you somewhere, kids. My clan's school was just... easier to comprehend than normal Academies. We were being taught what we basically already knew; our very blood knew. Our releases knew.

We just had to be reminded.

I felt a pain in my shoulder; not close to the heart. That's good. Byakko won't stop until he's unable to move. He doesn't fear death, because death cannot touch him.

Not without death finding me first.

Madara may find you. Isn't that close enough?

Please, just shut up. Byakko will buy me at least a day.

I sprinted harder, pushing the last remnants of my abused chakra reservoir into my feet and arm muscles, using my feet to push off tree limbs and my hands to claw for something to grab onto as I climbed higher and higher into the foliage. I felt another stabbing pain in my right foot.

I ignored it, feeling the pain go away instantly. Byakko is doing just fine, better than I thought he was.

Still, I kept my fox-ears open and my nose alert. My eyes, on the other hand, had to stay on my goal.

The Village Hidden in the Clouds.

Supposedly, they had an insanity expert there. I did my research as soon as the insomnia and voices started attacking me randomly. Of course, the Voice has always been there, but at times I just figured it was Byakko fucking with my head. I realize now that it wasn't.

After another twenty minutes or so, I felt a fiery pain in my abdomen, and had to pause reluctantly on a branch as Byakko receded back to my body. I felt the whole in my heart fill up with his soul, taking up as much space as my chest cavity would allow. Unlike all other sealed beasts, Byakko was a part of me, something I was born with. He was sealed with a seal upon my arm and over my heart, a promise to all who see me. A promise that I am of the Mitarashi clan, and I will not take abuse. Neither will my Release.

But Madara had worked his way around that promise with me as a child; he had binded me to a flame, even when I was the ice. He had to pay for that.

Because I melted.

What was my inspiration for the song, you ask? Well, I've recently become obsessed with rap. Don't ask me why. Little emo bitches gots some love for them rappers too;)

No, but seriously. I just liked the song I Am Not A Human Being by Lil Wayne. I figured the name fit Kitsune and Madara good, no? ;D