Spoiling you with two updates :)

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


The one person I had ever truly loved was dead, or supposed to be. I do not believe that he died, but even if he had not, he should not have survived this long. Neither should I. It has been nearly eighty years, with no word nor hints of his survival; that is taking a toll on my faith.

After the death of the Uchiha prodigy, and his wife to be, we disappeared from history. I have never heard a word amongst the people of Konohagakura of Uchiha Madara, and his role in creating the village. It is like he never existed.

I was never really famed for anything; I might have been if I was not at Madara's side. So there is no surprise that I have been lost in time.

There was nobody left to miss me, so I re-invented myself. New name, look, life and no baby.

I changed my usual garb to a short white kimono, with black pants. Somewhat embracing my femininity. I used to wear very masculine clothes; it was easier to fight. Now I appreciate that womanly curves can be a benefit. It's easy to gain information or steal from men, almost all of them are etchi.

I cut my hair very short; it suits my face more.

Because I don't stay anywhere long enough to make acquaintances, I have no need for a name. When I do, I tell them that I am Hoshiko

I became increasingly silent and isolated after I heard of Madara's death. And gradually I slipped into a deep depression. I had lost all reason for me to have a child. Pregnancy did not suit me, I wanted it out. They used to tell me that I had the healthy glow that pregnant women get; I am positive they lied.

Childbirth was the worst part of it all.

It was not beautiful. It was not a miracle. It was not amazing in any sense.

I felt helpless. It was degrading. It lacked dignity.

I named Madara's son Nue. I did not grace it with a last name. I did not want it associated with me. If it was an Uchiha, no doubt it would be haunted. Either way, somebody would learn that I was alive.

The second I recovered from giving birth to Madara's child, I pressed him in to Obaasama's arms and fled.

It was thirty years before I cried. I realised my mistake too late; I let go of the only thing I had left of my koibito. It was also when I realise that, I did, in fact, want a legacy. I wanted a child.

Like Madara used to do I watched the children of Konohagakura play at being Ninja. I watched many grow old, and some gain families of their own. I realised the happiness a child can bring. And while watching them, just for a second, I could pretend that Madara was alive.

He was delighted when I told him that I was expecting. I had no idea what to think. I did not think it a possibility; neither of us expected me to become pregnant. It was not something we had expected until after we had married. It would now become obvious to every one else that we had not aited until marriage. That made me blush. And I would have to give up being a kuniochi for a while. That hurt the most.

I never found the perfect was to tell him; it was on my mind a few weeks before I slipped up. It was becoming increasingly harder to cover up the sickness, dizziness and my appetite.

Madara had been home for a few days, he claimed he had no duties. I know he wanted to stay home to watch over me as he thought I was sick.

The sun had just begun to shine through our window, which primarily was what woke me. Madara's naked form was pressed to mine. He always slept on top of me. Sometime in the night his left arm would snake about my waist and hold me tightly, and his body would shift onto mine; his head would rest on my breasts. His right hand would join mine and we would wake with our fingers entwined.

The first thing I felt that morning was an immediate need to find a bathroom. I was heaving as I shoved Madara's beautiful body off mine. I made it to the bathroom and instantly emptied my stomach into the toilet. Before I knew it, Madara was holding my hair out of my face and slowly rubbing my back. When I was done he gently cleaned my face, concern was written all over his face as he held me at arms length; looking for a reason for my illness.

"Satinee, this has been happening for a while now, you must see Anihara-sensei." His tone was soft but firm. I shrugged his arms away to wash my mouth. When I was done, he was still standing there, very naked and very beautiful; still looking at me. I felt a slight warmth creep up my cheeks as I replied,

"It'll pass, I'm fine," I gave him a weak smile, in an effort to prove my health. I brushed passed him to get a robe from the bedroom, but he grabbed my wrist and turned me towards him.

"Some one may have poisoned you Satinee." He was always serious.

"They haven't, I'm fine now drop it." I wrenched my wrist form his grasp. His persistence annoyed me, and my temper had greatly shortened, which annoyed me. Some times he angered me purely because I was too young to be a mother.

"Put some clothes on, I'm taking you to see Anihara-Sensei." I ignored him and found his robe lying on the floor and began to put it on.

"Satinee, don't ignore me. I only want to know what's wrong with you." I hated domestics. They tend to get out of hand with shinobi.

I left him in the bedroom, in search of food. This baby was making me fat. He surprised me in the hallway though. Madara pressed me against the wall and held my hands above my head; his grip was very tight. I did not fight back, but I snapped. I simply wanted breakfast but he kept pressing the matter.

"If there's anything wrong with me it's your fault!"

"Nan da to?" he half growled at me. I would have found that alluring if I hadn't been so angry at him.

"If you were able to control your self once in a while, I would not be pregnant."

His expression instantly changed. He had such a childish grin and his eyes sparkled.

"Sugoi!" he embraced me, lifting me of the ground and spun me around.

I instantly felt guilty for being angry at him. Looking back I'm lucky he did not take me words to heart, I did not mean it. Especially because he was a fantastic lover.

He set me down and cupped my cheek.

"Are you ok? Did you-" his voice was an excited whisper.

"yes, It's just the hormones, I-" he cut me off with a full kiss. He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. That grin still all over his face. I smiled too; I was making him happy.

"Ai shiteru, Hime," his breath was hot on my face and he kissed me again. This time when he pulled back, I was reluctant to let him go. He made my knees weak. He laced his fingers through mine and pulled me along the hall.

"Doko?"

He turned to me, "To tell everyone!" then I couldn't help but laugh, I snorted lightly.

"Doushita?" I was the one with the broad grin, my mood quickly changed.

"Baka! You're still naked…"

Etchi – perverted
Hoshiko – Star child
Koibito – Lover, sweetheart, etc.
Kirei – beautiful, lovely
Nan da to?! – WHAT?!
Sugoi! – Amazing! Great! etc.
Hime – Princess
Doko? – where?
Doushita? - What's wrong?

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