Disclaimer: I own nothing from Naruto,
but I own my OCNatsuro, 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
And I apologise for any inaccuracies

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

My parents were both away, training younger groups of shinobi. I knew who my Otou-sama was training, and even he wouldn't be able to make them worthy of fighting alongside the Uchiha clan. It was pointless training them, and letting them think they ever had the chance.

With them gone, I needed somebody else to bandage up my right arm, and I only had one option. I had not yet learned how to heal deep wounds. And Madara was the only person I could ask for help. If I went to anyone else, the natural mistrust for kuniochi would heighten amongst the shinobi. It was a stigma for a kuniochi to become injured. It somehow proved our weakness.

I had known Madara all my life, and apart from my parents; he was the only person I could trust.

He took his time as he wound the bandage around my forearm, every so often his fingers would purposely brush across my skin, and it would send shivers up my spine. I stared at his hands, I couldn't look at him. I wasn't used to being that close to a male. Customarily, men and women had an obvious distance between them, even married couples. They would never show any form of affection in public; and Madara was sat next to me in my parent's kitchen and our knees were almost touching.

"You need to be more careful, ne?"

"Hai, Madara-kun." I Barely whispered. I felt awkward, being so close to him.

"Doushita, Satinee-chan?" He finished bandaging my arm, but his hands lingered, trailing down to mine.

"Nanimo, arigatou gozaimasu."

Madara brought his hand up to my chin, and made me look at him. He had a small grin playing across his face.

"You don't need to use all of the formalities, ne?"

"It might be inappropriate if I do not, Madara-kun."

"I've known you for 16 years Satinee," he was definitely holding my hands then "Daisuki."

My eyes widened and that was the first time he ever made me blush, I was mortified by my actions. Snatching my hands away I looked to the floor; completely clueless about how to act in such situations.

"I think you should go."

He didn't even move.

"I've seen you watching me Satinee, you think I don't notice but I do. I know you feel the same,"

I completely froze. He could not know that I watched him; it was all true though. Once again he brought my face up to look at him.

"Am I right?"

"I can't have any distractions Madara-kun, I'm a young Kunoichi and I already have to prove myself and I don't want to be accused of misleading one of the Uchiha prodigies." It all came out very fast and I still had no idea how to deal with the situation.

"You've been distracting me since day one…" He didn't even give me time to understand what he meant before he placed his lips on mine.

His lips were soft, and I had no idea how to kiss. In my mind I was panicking; but I also felt that feeling, of when you know something is right. It was exactly what I had heard young girls describing in the villages. It was wonderful.

When he pulled away he simply smiled at me, and brushed a piece of hair away from my face.

"Arigatou Satinee, for my first kiss," and he gave me a small peck on my lips. He whispered very close to my ear, I could feel his breath, "And happy birthday,"

Otou-sama – Father
Hai – Yes
Ne – Right?
doushita? - What's wrong?
Nanimo – Nothing
Arigatou gozaimasu – Thank you very much
Daisuki – girlfriend/boyfriend type love

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…
Opinions/reviews are welcomed!