No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget.

No matter how many lies that I live I will never regret.

Song: Hurricane by 30 Seconds to Mars

Blackbird: Thanks :)

Yuti-chan: Puuurrrrfect;D. Haha, I just watched the youtube video "sasuke's laugh is purrfect" . I love the macabre Alice in Wonderland 3

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Raixan: Madara just never learns. It's his own fault, really XD

My feet slid to a gentle stop. The slope dipped dramatically downwards, the Cloud Village rising from the valley up and up into the sky. I smiled quietly, mentally cheering my ability to evade Madara for this long. But that also means he's closer, always getting closer.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadow moving around, and a familiar whizzing sound met my ears.

But instead of trying to duck the kunai I felt was being thrown at me, I let it come closer. Closer.

It went straight through me.

I'm so fucking insane, it's not even funny.

The shadow stayed at the edge of my peripheral vision, never sliding fully into sight. In my head, I tried to ignore it as much as possible. The flames, I realize, were never really there at all. I was insane, and I was very, very aware.

Simplicity itself.

What is simple about it? I have a voice in my head that drives me insane and apparantly hates me, I see things that aren't there, I was attacked by random creatures with super strength that apparantly can't die, and shadows are following me around like my own personal little morbid entourage. How can you find that simple?

You find it simple, do you not? You're overthinking it.

Wow. The voice is actually right this time.

But then again, overthinking things has what helped me survive all my life.

Maybe it's time to start thinking like a dipshit. Dipshits always survive, even though no one knows why.

Dipshits are stupidly inept at everything they do. Why would I want to give up my years of training just to survive as an idiot? Damnit.

Whatever, little girl. Your choice, as always, Master. I smiled when he said 'master' in such a sarcastic way. He always had a bitingly caustic remark to make me giggle.

Without a second thought about insanity or crazy zombies, I leaped up towards the flowing buildings, enjoying the high altitude and how I had to focus on breathing in such high altitude. It kept my mind off certain people.

I met the guards at the gate. They tensed as they saw I had no headband and no immediate identification.

"Name and country?" the first one bit out, looking over my disheveled appearance.

"Kitsune of the Mitarashi clan, from..." I paused, trying to remember my exact location when I was still with my clan. They immediately gaped at me, hands grabbing before I had a chance to respond. My teal eyes went wide, and I tried to push away, but they grappled anxiously with me. Strength was never my strong suit. I was used to long-ranged attacks.

They slammed me up against the wall, their superior bodies holding me still. All I could do was wrench my head from side to side and attempt to bite.

"Stop it!" The dark-skinned one finally yelled as I head-butted him just below his left eye. "We just want you to come with us!"

I chilled out a little, letting my body relax in their arms, but on the inside, I was planning my escape route.

They dragged me, careful to knock my legs out from under me and hold my head still between powerful arm muscles. I hissed every once in a while to let them know I was seriously considering unleashing hell on them.

Finally, after many hisses and clawings, we stopped in front of a door. The few people who were out this early in the morning gaped at us as they pushed me in none too roughly. I was actually pretty surprised.

But then some guy inside snapped a chakra-sealing bracelet on my wrist. My lips curled down from their previous scowl into a mega scowl. I lifted my head, locking my eyes on the man in front of me. I made sure to memorize every noticeable feature, from the Cloud nin's special corps tattoo on his left shoulder and the scar running down the base of his jaw. He would die a slow, painful death for locking up my chakra.

Since Madara, I've been pretty finicky about people fucking with my chakra.

"Mother. Fucker." I mumbled out as they slammed the door behind us. Byakko's aura was growing increasingly darker inside of my chest, making me curl my lips in a small spiteful smirk. Just a little more, and he might be able to outweigh the chakra compressed in the bracelet, making it nearly impossible for it to...

"Kitsune, right?" The man with the scar and tattoo questioned, hard eyes softening just slightly when he caught sight of the long, splotchy burn scar on my arm. "Seems like you've been through hell."

"You have no idea. This is just the icing on the cake," I narrowed cerulean eyes, letting my black aura leak into the binds. Just a little more, now...

"I knew your father."

A small gasp of surprise left my mouth, and my eyes searched his face for any sign of lies. He was serene, but it was a type of serenity that left no room for question. The men who brought me looked at each other quietly, the surprise never leaving their beady little eyes.

"Or... rather, my father knew him. He talked about the legendary Mitarashi clan for ages before he died. I met your father once... when I was around four or five. He hadn't met your mom yet, so you weren't around yet. Your clan... was officially annexed into a part of Kumogakure, but you never fought for us. Your clan was ultimately peaceful, no matter the destructive capabilities. I guess all the legends about the slow aging process were true..." He murmured, eyes skimming over me. I lifted one hand, pointing to the band around my wrist blandly.

He flicked his fingers in my direction, and it fell off with a dull clank. Byakko subsided into my subconscious, but his anger was ever present, putting a silent fire in my blood.

"You survived..." he hissed out, all the shock and disbelief formulating into words as he saw my sealing tattoo, further proving my claim.

"I did. Madara Uchiha made sure of that." I dipped my head low, trying to piece everything together. "He's still alive, by the way." The man's sigh ripped through the awkward silence left in the wake of my words.

"We guessed as much, but we never were able to put any proof to it. What did we have to show Raikage?" He snarled through clenched teeth. "But now we have proof. We have you."

I nodded briefly. Anything to get Madara off my tracks.

"My apologies for the way my men reacted. I had noticed there were a few missing bodies, some not being recovered. Names missing from the ledger, bones not showing up where they were intended to show up..."

"Wait!" I gasped. "There's more... more of my clan, somewhere out there? Where? How?" I was babbling and I knew it, but I didn't care. This was big to me. Suddenly, my insanity was forgetten. Everything was forgotten. Madara, my pain and anger and frustration, the strange zombie-like beings, the voice in my head... none of it mattered anymore. Nothing was like this, important like this.

Everything started making more sense.

Madara looked in through the window of the small police station they were talking to Kitsune in. The shadows hid the bulk of his form perfectly, fitting him like a well-tailored suit. His handsome features twisted into an angry scowl. She wasn't meant to know all that; her remaining clan mates were meant to stay a big hush hush secret. Obviously, he was unaware of the Kumogakure files on the incident, or he would have had that little incident looked into and terminated.

Needless to say, he was beyond pissed off.

But he would fix it.

He always did.