Disclaimer: I own nothing from Naruto, but I own my OC
Natsuro, Satinee (last, first)
One shot that became a short story.

A/N: The story does jump around a lot with the flashbacks and things, and the flash backs aren't all in order

Atashi wa anata no yuurei
(I am your ghost)
Or should be

As the conflict worsened the Uchiha gained more and more enemies and our time together was shortening. There were days when, for hours I would wait for him, thinking he would not come home; he always did. Just a few moments before midnight.

Madara kept me out of the wars then, and I thought it was my duty to stay safe. My only aim was just to survive. And these were not my battles. They were Uchiha battles. I hated the waiting. I discovered that it is more painful for those left behind than it is for the shinobi on a mission. I had complete faith that he would come home, but there was a nagging feeling in my gut, one that said that he would not. There was not just me who needed him then. I was with child. I only did what I thought a mother should do to protect her baby. I treated it as a duty, a mission, a chore. In my heart I wanted to be out there, with Madara. Initially I had no maternal instincts. Not until it was too late.

It was exactly a week before I was due to wed Uchiha Madara, and that was when the truce was offered. There was a lull in the fighting, but the silent assassinations continued, and the death toll by this method increased.

That night we lay on the roof of our new home. It was a clear night, and the stars were glistening in the dark sky. It was an old wives tale that stars are shinobi, who gave their lives for their comrades, and those who were good of heart. If I was to die, I would like to become a star, and to be remembered for giving my life for another. I would never be there for having a good heart.

Madara was in a foul mood that evening, and there was nothing I could do but hold his hand.

"Onii-san gave his eyes so that I could protect the Uchiha. If they agree to this truce, if they just roll over like dogs, what would it have been for?!" He clenched his fist and roughly sat up, a growl forming in the back of his throat.

I did not know if he wanted an answer, I expect that he did not; so a silence ensued. When I said nothing, he once again told me he loved me. The anger disappeared from his voice at that moment, and he became tender. I replied with a soft kiss to his hand. I turned to lie on my side, just to look at him. He was so perfect, and beautiful. I was lucky to have him.

Too soon did his anger return, "Uchiha and Senju are like oil and water. It would never work." His expression was stony, and his whole body was tense.

"Maybe you need to think about the future, Madara. It feels inevitable that Senju will eventually eliminate-"

That angered him, and he released my hand. I made him think that his brother, his will, and his strength, everything had amounted to nothing.

"I will never give in."

"It's not giving in; it's preserving your future. Don't you think that an alliance is greater than the most powerful shinobi clans wearing each other into dust?"

The matter had almost nothing to do with me, but at present, being the person left at home altered my viewpoint slightly. I wanted not to worry; I wanted Madara to be home. I wanted him. And I am almost positive that my mother would have pushed for a truce, she loved me, from the very beginning. So trying to get Madara to accept it is what a mother should do, ne?

"Even if we accepted their offer of peace, it would never be a true peace. There would be internal conflicts, each clan trying to out do the other, and gain over all power. That is how it would be Satinee."

"It might not, Madara please consider it, think about every one else-"

"That's what I am doing! How is it beneficial for us to give in, and appear the weaker? This is not what Onii- san would have wanted."

"It was a gift Madara! He has-"

"No brother should have to gift their sight for nothing." He took his anger further to turn away from me. I hated angering him, I never wanted to do that to him. I sat up, to be on his level.

"Madara, I only meant…" that was the first time I had ever pleaded with him. "Your brother has allowed you to look upon your wife on your wedding day, to see your son when he is born, to protect your family and your clan. Is that not enough for you?" I took his face in my hands, to turn his face towards mine. Thin traces of tears were on his cheeks, and I gently wiped them away. His eyes looked lost, I could see his indecision.

"Ai shiteru, Uchiha Madara," his lips were salty and warm. I had only intended an innocent peck, but he brought my body against his. His hands were on my hips, and mine were entangled in his hair. It was thick, and soft, I loved running my fingers through it. He groaned into the kiss as I sucked on his bottom lip, and he pressed his body ever closer to mine.

Onii-san – Brother
Ai shiteru – I love you
Ne – Right?

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I have ideas for spin-offs, and such, but I don't think I will post them unless you want me to…
Or I could re-do this piece and fill it out, with more detail of past events, and not post the spin-offs?
And possibly a sequel… since the ole bugger Madara's alive…
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Thank you to my reviewer :) - the chapter lengths vary a lot :)