Sorry for the long waits!
I've finished the story but getting round to posting it...
I'm not good with deadlines :)

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

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

I used to find death such a beautiful thing. Another person's life was in your hands entirely. I savored their last breath, I enjoyed the power, I loved the blood. However, it was an entirely different situation when death caught those who were close to me. I avenged my parents, I owed it to them. Okaa-sama was always there for me, she was everything that a mother should be. An excellent kuniochi included. And Otou-sama; he trained me from the moment I was born. He was stern, but if it was not for him, I would not be the kuniochi I am today, or was back then. He hated the place of women in society, chaperones were common, and we were often looked down upon as shinobi. So he trained me half to death, and made me strong, so I would be able to prove all wrong, and I could very easily overpower many shinobi. Of course, now times have changed. Women are very much equal, and I prefer this life.

I grieved a little for my parents, but when it came to Madara, I refused to accept that it could happen, until it did. My half belief that he was still alive is what stopped me form avenging him. And my grief ran very deep, and for many years I could not bring my self even to step outside.

However, a shinobi lives every day with their life on the line; we had spoken about his death. Briefly. It was not something I wanted to think about, endure or experience. He had told me to carry on and to find somebody else to love.

I carried on, I have lived something you could call a life, but have not found somebody to love. How could I replace Madara so callously?

Madara clutched his shoulder and grimaced as I cleaned the wounds on his chest before I healed them. My ability to heal I owe to my mother. Madara was cute when he was in pain. His brows furrowed, but he would never make a sound, or admit to the pain. His body was perfect. He was well toned but not overly, and he had a light trail of hair below his belly button. After healing the cuts to his chest, I placed feathery kisses where they had been. It was hard not to progress further, but I still had to heal his shoulder. The blood was flowing somewhat freely down his chest and arm.

I lightly licked up some trails of his blood and moved up to kiss his neck, biting his skin lightly. He let out a small groan before he stopped me and brought my face to his, so our noses were touching, and he looked me directly in the eye. He kissed my forehead before releasing me; I stood and looked at him plainly. His expression was impassive, and he held my gaze. I expect he used a genjutsu to make me hold eye contact with him, as I found myself unable to look away.

"Satinee, someday you won't be able to fix me." He spoke slowly, as if he was thinking about every word.

"I'm a very good healer Madara. Of course I'll always be able to heal you." I knew what he meant, but I did not want to talk about it.

"You know what I mean."

"Hai, but it is not something I want to discuss. I do not think the time will come when you will ever find a shinobi more powerful than you." I wanted to leave, but he held me; his hands firmly on my hips so I couldn't move.

"I want you to find somebody else to love, who will make you smile. Promise me?" I would never promise. I took his hands in mine and pressed my lips to his knuckles. He smiled very lightly and took my response as a yes.

The blood form Madara's shoulder was continuing to cover his chest and back in a red sheen. He had taken his hand away from the wound, so the blood was not being stemmed. I left the room then, stopping in the doorway to look back at him. He looked confused, his brows furrowed, and his mouth in a slight frown. His expression completely changed to frustration as I gave my response.

"Iie."

Okaa-sama - Mother
Otou-sama – Father
Hai – Yes
Iie - No
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