A/N: So this is the last chapter. Scary huh? I guess. I hope you enjoyed this story, and if there is any chapter to review. It's this one. Muhahaha. Please do. I think this needs more reviews. Pretty please, with Madara on top?! :D Anyway, get on reading, I think you'll enjoy it more than you think.

I walked in the forest. Saiyami's rage drew me in. I couldn't be her enemy forever, at least, not when she needed me.

I sighed breaking from the forest to see the Uchiha compound. I could feel Saiyami's chakara waver around the right half of the compound.

I could tell she was still furious. But where was she going? I hopped up on the compound's wall, silently. No one would ever know I was here considering I was dead. I looked to the right a little, watching the red headed girl jump over the compound's wall. She landed with a grunt and stood up quickly, looking around. She had a sword hanging from her waist with the help of a leather belt and the same clothes she had back when we traveled together. Except both of the sleeves were ripped off of her black shirt.

Once she knew she was free to go she sprinted into the forest, heading toward the Senju's. I pondered what was going on and back flipped from the wall, spinning and then landing with a soft thud. I then sprinted after Saiyami.

"She can't get out of my sight again." I reminded myself.

She made light thwaps and tree shakes as she hopped from tree limb to tree limb.

"Would she want to see me again after all of these years?" I asked myself, shaking my head as sadness flooded my stomach. "No, she'd question me with questions I couldn't answer... Well, maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing..." I sighed and just followed her. I knew where she was going. I could tell either someone was going to die, or something bad was going to happen.

A week later

I sighed, laying down on the bed. I needed to relax calm down. 'In the morning I will be better. It will only get better from here, it has too. I shouldn't be so moody. Madara will notice, I need to lighten up!' I thought to myself, closing my eyes.

It was a couple minutes later the door swished open silently and a weight pressed firmly on top of me. I snapped open my eyes.

Madara's body blanketed me. His hands held my wrists down to the bed.

I struggled in his grasp. "Madara left go." I whispered angrily, glaring halfheartedly at him.

"Saiyami, why have you been acting weird this week?"

My eyes widened slightly, but I didn't respond and looked away.

"Saiyami, tell me."

"You won't like the answer. You'll get angry." I informed in a hollow voice. He narrowed his eyes.

"Saiyami, why would I get angry?" He asked curiously, demand thick in his voice.

"Don't get angry." I begged, turning to face him, but kept my gaze to his lips. His soft, soft lips. I winced slightly.

"Tell me." I looked away again. "Saiyami look at me." I felt tear brim my eyes.

"You'll hate me." I whispered slowly, the memory weighed heavily on my heart. It was just a mistake. One mistake...

"How could I hate you? I love you Saiyami." I felt the weight lighten a little. He had said it first. He said 'I love you'. My heart thumped into my back, and I wanted to cry.

"I know. That's why I don't want to lose you." I replied in a strained voice. I cussed mentally at the weakness in my voice.

"Lose me? Saiyami, tell me." He begged softly. I could hear the faint worry in his voice.

"I..." i bit my lip and then licked it, sucking in a deep breath. "You know the peace offering?" His eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Yes."

"Well...I had something to do with it." I said, my voice strained yet again.

"Saiyami, what did you do?"

"I..." I felt a tear drop, and couple more fall. "I... went and talked to the Senju."

"What did you say?" He demanded in a low voice, making my throat constrict tightly.

"I told him I would do anything. I told him too many have died. He told me I was being selfish. That this is war-"

"Who?" Madara interrupted. I could feel the mix of emotion in his voice.

"-but he took my up on my offer for anything."

"Saiyami what happened?"

I stayed quiet.

"Saiyami." Madara growled, tightening his grip on my wrist a little, making me wince.

"Madara, Izuna and Ninami died, I did it so there wouldn't be anymore loss."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Please."

"I can't, you'll hate me."

"I won't hate you."

I paused, not wanting to reply. I wanted him to prove me wrong, but I didn't want to tell him.

"Yes you will."

"Saiyami, look at me." He begged.

I turned my head and again gazed at his lips.

"Saiyami look me in the eyes. Tell me what's wrong. I hate to see you like this." The sadness in his voice broke me heart. I hesitated at first but slowly I looked him in the eyes. His beautiful, obsidian eyes.

"Tell me what happened."

"I can't." He narrowed his eyes and blinked. Then I was falling into the blackness of his genjutsu.

Flashback-

I watched as Hashirama walked forward and took a strand of my rose red hair. He leaned down, his face inches from mine. I saw my old friend and smiled softly, hoping he would see that this is me being serious.

"You being selfish, wanting to stop this. It is war. But if you say anything I can't resist to say yes. Can I?" Hashirama chuckled and put his hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer, wiping the smile off my face and making my eyes go wide. "You shouldn't have come here, it's dangerous, even speaking with me." He whispered, noticing my tension. "You're selfish, not wanting anymore deaths, even when you're winning."

"You killed my best friend, and my brother." I hissed, my eyes squinting into a glare.

"You don't have a brother." He reminded, his mouth just inches from my ear. His warm breath fanning my neck.

"He was like a brother." I clarified, trying to back away. "Stop touching me. I just want to talk."

"You said anything. I want to hold you. I haven't seen you in years." He said softly, hugging me. I stiffened and then relaxed. He was right.

His hand traveled to my hip. "Hey-" His lips softly pecked mine making me freeze. It was nice. His kiss, but nothing compared to Madara's. Hashirama's was filled with lust. Like he craved me. It wasn't the gentle flutter with Madara. His other hand grabbed my other hip and he pulled me closer, deepening his soft kiss. It got hungrier as he leaned more and more into me. My body kissed him back, lust clouding my brain. Maybe this is the kind of contact I needed to keep my mind off of war? I jumped when my shirt was pulled over my head. "He-" His lips crashed down again and I moaned. He really wasn't bad at this kissing thing. I felt guilt slowly rise as he turned us and made us slowly walk to the bed. I pulled back when my legs touched the edge of the soft mattress. The hand on my hips pushed me down roughly and I whimpered as he quickly pinned me to the bed, only in a bra, and underwear.

'For no more loss.' I repeated over and over in my mind as he slowly undressed himself, as well as me and threw both of our clothes in a pile near the corner.

Now we were both nude. I winced a little as he planted a kiss on my lips, and then, I moaned a little, and kissed him back, unwillingly. Damn hormones.

He pushed me farther into the bed and slowly trailed his hands down my sides, leaving a trail of tingling nerves. He broke the kiss and just stared at me, making me feel nervous as his eyes scanned over me happily.

Then he came back up and kissed me again. Then he pulled away again and started sucking on the near back of my neck, I moaned again. He stopped after a moment and kissed me again.

I felt his legs shift and then something cram into my hole in the middle of my legs. I gasped and tried to wiggle away, scared and frightened by the sudden move.

"Sorry." He whispered huskily on my neck. I felt my throat squeeze tight at the sound of his sexy voice. I felt guilt over fill my stomach and I frowned, pressing away from him. But I couldn't, I was not at his mercy.

And that wasn't a good thing.

-Flashback End

Madara looked so betrayed. His eyes were so heart broken. He looked so angry, and hurt. I knew he would hate me.

I felt a sharp stab to the heart. Tears trickled out of my eyes.

"Saiyami." He whispered, heartbroken.

I sobbed more.

Madara looked so sad, I couldn't look. His grip loosened on my wrist and he slumped on me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, so I'd weep on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered through tears.

He only hugged me closer. I felt the hair next to my neck move slightly. Where Hashirama has planted his lips.

A growl rumbled from his chest and his grip tightened on me protectively. "I'll kill him." Madara whispered darkly.

I soaked his shirt more, leaning the side of my face against his.

"I'm sorry I betrayed you. I didn't go there thinking of that option." I sobbed.

Madara said nothing.

I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I could help but feel dirty, slutty, whorish, terrible...guilty. I had liked it to a point.

"Do you hate me?" I asked.

He winced a little. But he didn't respond.

"Saiyami, you let him." Madara mumbled.

"I know."

"You agreed. You did it." He paused, his voice getting hostile. "You're a traitor."

"There was too much loss." I breathed.

"Too much loss? What if he killed you?"

"He wouldn't."

"How do you know that?"

"We were friends."

Madara growled slightly, saying without words he wanted and explanation.

"Years ago." Madara sat up and pushed me away. The push shattered my broken heart and I instantly felt empty, but I sat up numbly as he pushed himself off the bed, as if suddenly disgusted by it as well as me.

"You betrayed us even before."

"I didn't know you at the time."

"You knew me you whole life!" He slapped me hard in the face, and for a second he seemed as shocked as I did at his actions, but it was a flash, just for a second. The impact jolted me back down on the bed. I almost clutched it to make it feel better, but when it hurt I felt something other than a shattered heart.

"It was when Ninami and you guys found me in the bushes, then left. I drowned, and he was there." Madara's angry faltered for a moment at the mention of me drowning, then flared up again.

"So did he seduce then too?" He asked coldly.

I choked a sob.

"Traitors don't deserve sympathy." He muttered, walking out of the room.

I curled up in a small ball, tears dripping from my eyes. I knew he would hate me. But was it worth it? Yes. Now people could live happier lives with not all of their loved ones dying in vain, even if that meant I would have to give up being happy.

The Next Day

I opened my eyes. The room was still dark, and I didn't want to wake up. My mind still heavy with craving for sleep, but I didn't let myself go back to it's blissfulness.

I groaned as I moved my stiff, numb body. I slowly got up soundlessly and walked out of the room. My feet shuffled slightly on the hardwood as I mopped down the hallway. I made a turn and then pushed open the window, swiftly jumping through, and landing softly in the green grass.

I slowly walked forward, into the trees. I walked and walked and walked and walked and walked until I came up to the lake. The lake where I met Hashirama. The lake I came to when Madara and his group just left.

I stripped of everything and dived in. I didn't care if someone was there to see me.

I dived and I swam. I left the chilly morning water wake me up. I smiled underwater, diving downward. Farther and farther down I went, until I hit the mossy bottom. I felt around the soft, cushiony coat and looked around. It was dark, and there was a lot of broken branches and trees down here. I gave the scene a questioning look before I started swimming up.

I felt my lungs tighten trying to squeeze whatever oxygen was in my body filter through. I felt something brush against my ankle and heel, but did bother noticing it.

I was halfway up when something suddenly gripped hard against my ankle, keeping me from going up. I looked around, my lungs squeezing painfully again, hoping to find something to be able to cut the...I looked down...vine with. I pulled on my leg and swam down a little trying to loosen it, but the vine wouldn't budge.

The air left my mouth and I coughed, grabbing my throat. I needed to get up. And I need air. Fast.

Madara's Pov-

I stopped short of her door.

I wanted to touch her.

Tell her sorry.

I wanted her to embrace me.

Forgive me.

I growled at my soft emotions, and looked away from her door, clenching my fists, the visions of what I saw haunting my brain.

Gah, I hated what she did to me. She made me weak. She was my only weakness, and it pained me to find out that she had betrayed me so many times, and that I couldn't hate her for it.

Last night I had wanted to tell her I hated her, but I didn't. I couldn't. She was something I couldn't live without. Without her, life was an enemy. She was the one I wanted to share mine with. 'She doesn't want to share it with you though.' I thought bitterly, then sighing softly.

I looked at her door and force myself to walk forward, opening it. I peered in, expecting her to be asleep with a teary face that would kill me inside, but her bed was empty. I furrowed my eyebrows. It was the crack of dawn. Where would she be?

I felt a twist in my heart.

What if she left?

I paled a little knowing that was possible.

No.

I was getting it all wrong. She just went for a walk. She'll be back later.

No matter how much I thought that, there was this growing hole in my stomach, this tenseness in the air that made me doubt myself. I scowled and couldn't help but feel worried.

The hole in my gut turned into a sinking feeling and it made me almost want to start crying. I looked down and went to the back of the house. I needed to find her. Tell her I love her. Embrace her. Something. Anything. It's not her fault that all happened. She just wanted it to end.

And, even though I may never admit it, so had I.

Saiyami's POV-

I coughed. It was happening again. I was drowning. This time no one could save me. No one could help me. It wasn't like last time.

The burning intensity in my throat amplified as I wiggled around, trying to get the vine to let go of my leg.

It felt the same. This time I could feel the chakara in the vine. Feel his chakra.

The cool morning water numbed my skin, cooling the burning feeling that was barely noticeable in my ankle.

As the last of my air escaped my lungs and my organs started shutting down I felt my heart wench at the memory of last night. I haven't even got to say I love him. The thick feeling of hurt pressed on my rib cage, the slow sinking feeling drifted around me as everything slowly when dark.

And I died again in a watery grave.

Final Author's Note: Hey, so I am sorry to inform you of this, but I am no longer making this a series. The idea wasn't supported and no one really cared, it seemed. So I will not continue to write these books unless people REALLY want me too.

I'm sorry if you were REALLY liking this story, plot and idea stuff.

I have other stories I am VERY proud of that are MadaraxOC. I would love if you would go check them out. They are, Riddle Of My Past and Scarlet Ties. Though, if you read Scarlet Ties' summary, you will see that it is a re-write of this story. It's already much better, so if you liked this story, I do strongly recommend you read the other ones instead. So with this downer news, I hope you read my other stories.

As for why I put this story back up. Well, I wanted people to be able to compare the two. So, please do. It would make me feel better. :) Please review.

-Twinkie216