Author's Note: Haha! I uploaded... Sorry for the lateness. It won't happen again... Ahem... I know, I know... Almost every author's note for the past several chapters had been apologies. But no worries! The next chapter will be up ASAP! It's probably one of the best chapters ever... or the most intense so far.

Meeting:

A change in scenery brought a gentle wind to blow 'Madara's' way. The return to his previous home left him nauseous as he gazed upon the trees and green leafs with dismay. The cherry red moon gave him pleasure, even though the transition had not been fully completed. The pit of his stomach would not stop bubbling with satisfaction as the eye shone brightly in the sky radiating the indefinite rule of the Uchiha. As he reached his destination, he was met with wondrous eyes and obedient slaves. This dream of his had finally become a reality and it was more pleasing than he thought. A moment of pride and glory had finally filled him as he saw his previous teammates alive and awaiting his arrival.

"You're dream is finally a reality." A voice spoke to him from behind. It was his master.

Without turning to gaze at his master, he spoke, "It's still incomplete. This is not permanent yet." It gave him an uneasy feeling as he spoke the truth. All of this could fade. "Did you get rid of him?"

"You should look at me with respect when you speak. I don't allow intolerant children", his master demanded harshly.

An amused laugh escaped him, "I am no child. You cannot boss me around. Without what I had done, you would have nothing."

His tone and speech brewed the anger of his master. But his master knew well not to act on rage. He still needed this child to complete the world unification. Then he would be allowed to move between these two worlds freely. "You must know your place 'Tobi'. Many, who disrespected me, suffered death. Watch your tongue and you will be allowed to live after this."

Finally, he gazed into his master's eyes then repeated, "It doesn't matter what you say, but answer me this, did you get rid of him?!"

A sigh of frustration exited his lips. Patience will soon prove to him well. "Just as you asked."

"Good", he answered as he turned his back to depart. This place left him feeling sick.

Madara's desire to view the next world was almost unbearable. "When will I be capable of visiting the other world?"

"Soon. It will all be done in no time", he said hurriedly as a port gradually grabbed him to depart.

His actions were notable by his master, "You can't handle remaining here any longer?! Well then, watch your back 'Tobi'. It will be useful for you to remember that", he couldn't help but speak a warning to his student.

'Tobi' knew his master well. It wasn't like him to take his bad tongue so lightly. But today he did. He knew it will eventually bite him in the back, however, he could not help to take advantage of the opportunity.

Now he departed and all that was left was the conclusion of this story.

Chapter 14- A World Transition

After that letter had teleported from the mailbox, I could not stop the pounded beat of my heart. The paranoia that raced within me was slowly devouring my sanity. Every sound that emerged within the house caused me to bounce and jump as the mental sanity of my mind was gradually deteriorating. No sleep entered my eyes as I would lay in bed with the hammering silence buzzing through my ears. Covering my entire body with the sheets on the bed in fear of that monster's arrival was my only safe haven. The pound in my heart had not settled even when the sun had risen, forcing the darkness to recede and revealing everything hidden. Everyday, for the past several days, I had been awaiting his arrival to drag me to hell where I would receive my punishment, torture, and suffering. But he never showed! There was no sign of his arrival, which left me in agony and ache. It was quite clear that he had left me in paranoia as a severe punishment. It was a simple method of torture as he attacked me mentally forcing me to lose my mind gradually. It might have been his way for me to go mad... and it definitely worked!

A sigh escaped my lips as my thoughts returned toward the letter I sent. The image of Madara's pleasured eyes emerged in my mind; crimson, red, demonic. I could see his difficult face sweat with anticipation to hold me in his grasp; hands filthied and fingernails bloodstained. A vicious look smothered his face as he licked his lips with impatience as time clicked away. His ego grew and the tiresome that came along with the wait to my arrival only enraged him. The thought of torture sank my heart as the image in my mind grew devilish. Then, suddenly, the pale face of that fragile girl hidden underneath the bed emerged. With frustration, I bite hard on my lips. Her glassy stare defiantly ran through my thoughts. A shiver emerged across my body as the cracking sound rang around the rings of my ears. The remembrance of such horror and gore brought a choked gasp to exit my throat as tears betrayed me and fell.

Guilt brewed within me as I became envious of her. A simple death with no pain was nothing more than a dream to me. It was oblivious of me to ever desire such a peaceful end. Now the beat in my heart only grew evermore desperate.

It all came and went until all I heard were Gena's sweet gentle words whispered inside my head. She had promised me a world of peace, serenity, and mercy. A world that could only be achieved by an Uchiha... the one and only dictator, Madara. And yet, a strong doubt grew deep inside, even though I had a great desire to take part in this world, that I would never be given an opportunity to live in this dream. Once Madara had me in his grasp, all that I would receive was pain. But it was enough! I felt dead as it was! Hollow! Nothing more but an empty shell! What more did he want?! I was alive, sure, but I was mostly empty! Tortured by guilt and sorrow! I see death in my dreams! People asking me for a chance to live! Despair was slowly devouring me! Yet, here I was, attempting to escape my own nightmare.

Sooner than later, I found myself on the highway, with no driver's license or an expert driver as a guide. It was evident that I did not possess enough money to buy a car so... I had searched Gena's house, located some keys and rushed into the silver vehicle parked in her garage in hopes of 'borrowing' it for a while. It was a small vehicle with a few miles per hour on the meter, enough gas, and a clean inside. Simply put, I buckled my seatbelt and drove myself in any direction that appeared to speak 'escape this way'. To my luck, or the utter bitterness of life, searching through the car, I found another gun to carry inside of the glove compartment. Only moments after my fingertips brushed themselves upon the cold metallic exterior of this deadly weapon did the memories of that horrid massacre rushed in. It left me pale white and in tears. Even with a weapon, I could not protect anyone or anything! In fact, it was the same exact weapon that I used that day to kill a man in cold blood. But it was an accident! It wasn't fair! Madara tricked me in my attempt to rebel against him then allowed the bullet to pass through forcing me to kill the man! The man fell and the weapon in my hands was removed like it was nothing more than a toy; dismantled before me, leaving me defenseless.

An anguish gasp left me, the air tightened in my chest and everything I saw turned fuzzy. The past was nothing more than a scarring image engraved into my mind. And yet I had to tame all the emotions back as I grasped the weapon tightly in my hand... it could be useful... hopefully. So here I was, on the road with a gun, a burdened past, and a failing heart on this crazy trip to get away to nowhere in particular.

Nowadays, life appeared to be nothing more than a set of punishments after all of the mistakes I had caused on this earth. To suffer loss and live alone in exile... I couldn't help the tears welling up inside me. It felt like I was rushing into that man's disgusting hands, simply following a plan that I was not aware of. It was bitter to drive myself to my own deathbed as I crossed highway after highway. It sicked me and at the same time it left me petrified of what Madara had planned for me. Trying to remain calm, I exhaled slowly to steady my breathing. Getting myself into a car accident was the last thing on my mind. However, having to voluntarily walk into Madara's trap was the first. The heart that was thumping inside my chest was now hammering and thrashing with the desire to be released of this agony. It was followed by an uneasy burn in my lungs and a pounding pain in my head.

Trying to calm myself down, I thought of Itachi, and how composed he might be in a situation like this or how keen he might be as he contemplated a clever plan to save everyone. A sense of longing engulfed me. It was insane how much I had become attached to him?! It shouldn't be odd knowing that he promised to protect me no matter what... but I assumed that was a lie.

Loving him, on my part, was a mistake, I thought to myself. He would eventually leave along with the others to return to his world. However, my mind couldn't accept the possibility of him going away to never return. Neither could it find him deciding to risk everything in order to live with me possible. Maybe it was my turn to sacrifice something... to let everything go...

Dangerous thoughts emerged from the depths of my mind... Would the world understand if I forfeited and let Madara win to remain with Itachi? Would they ever forgive me if I decided that this battle was not mine? A mistake would mean the end of humanity, would it not? This was a mistake and Itachi would agree, but I could never live with myself if I left the others for termination.

Driving through the streets, I realized that I was the only one on the road. The sun was high up in the air, burning away and yet their were only very few people driving here and there. Overall, the streets were empty. Looking around me I was astonished to see how gloomy earth had become. No kids were playing outside, no barbeques, no crazy teenagers. It was just a plain dull world nowadays.

As I speed through the streets, I was unconscious of the fact that the car I drove began to slow. In realization, even after I jerked the gas pedal, the speedometer kept on decreasing until the car reached a complete stop. In the middle of the road, looking through the car, searching for a reason, I found that I had run out of gas. Even though this car appeared new, it used the full tank of gas quite quickly!

Infuriate by anger, I pounded on the dashboard with my fists. "Work, damn it!" It was overwhelming to get this far with the fear of dying always hanging in the back of your mind, trying to save your life then, out of nowhere, have the car breakdown on you.

Banging harder and harder, I pressed on the brakes, placed the car on park, struggled off my seatbelt and ran out the car. I began to kick the car, strike after strike in frustration, only to injure myself. But that didn't stop me. I continued to kick and pound and thrash and bang only to leave small dents in the car. A burden departed from my shoulders as I had released my anger upon this vehicle in a maniac way. The weight that remained upon my shoulders has become lighter now and my mind found slight ease at the moment. Slowly, surrendering to the reality that this car was not working and was never going to work, my body gradually dropped to the ground, "Work, damn it!", I yelled at the car as I breathed in the fresh cool air. A gentle chill rushed through me.

Giving the car a last pound, I decided it would be best if I walked around the area. There were many cars that I could try and 'borrow', of course, only if I knew where to get the keys.

Walking through an empty yet peaceful park, I found myself nearing a pond. I rested on the moist grass with my knees to my chest when I began to contemplate, "What was I supposed to do now?"

A sudden pain rushed in like waves of fire as the whole world before me shut off. A sudden blindness entered my eyes. It was frightening, like the sun had been huffed away and the whole world I sat in was devoured by darkness. It came and went as a quick breeze as a slight shimmering of light returned to my sight. It felt like I were dead, even though I was certain I was not. Glancing around frantically, I found myself on the hardened ground in a dark tunnel. It was odd how I go there without even the slightest of movements. Had the earth swallowed me?!

The wind within the tunnels roared and hissed as it jetted through the passageway. The strong draft sent shivers down my body as if ice was being poured down my back. As I stood, the walls appeared familiar with its decorative design and solid brown earth rock. The torches on the walls force the shadows around me to dance menacingly. This place felt demonic with its lingering dim halls that appeared to extend far into infinite.
The fear that swarmed within me heightened with each sound that emanated from every angle. Paranoia gripped onto my mind like a starving child frantic to be fed from its mother's breast.
The walls felt like they were closing in on me very slowly as if to saver the undying pain that rose within me. Yet this feeling within me found this place to be familiar. The lurking smell of blood left me distracted. Yet, once figured it out, a wild scream echoed vehemently through the halls in an intensive fury. It felt like a shockwave rushing past my body with its bouncing screams. Then minutes later, everything began to spin.
Those wails of agony and torture only forced my blood to curdle, and with it went a piece of my sanity then a piece of my soul. Everything went quiet again, and if I were not to find a way out of here, I was likely to go mad. The world around me froze rapidly as I found myself gazing directly onto a face. It was the face of skilled sadist, a maddened doctor, who allowed his features to slowly appear into the light. There was nothing I could do as he took a steady pace toward me with a glowing hand dripping with blood. The crafty murder, with vicious intentions boiling within his body, stepped closer. He was fascinated, sure enough, but his curiosity of finding another victim, another corpse to dissect, deep in the layers of this hideout shook his body with pleasure.
Everything began to blur when his hand touched my cheek, stroking it gently. It was apparent he was taking advantage of my clearly frightened state by misleading me with his trickery and mischievous ways. A curse seemed to have been hovered above me as his name escaped my thoughts as I shook wildly in fear.
His voice was filled with ridicule and mockery as he spoke to me. It was rough and strong, knowing perfectly well how to play with my mind. "Five foot four. A perfect specimen", he tittered ominously, leaving me with the creeping sensation of death edging closer on the borders of my feet.
When I attempted to gaze into his eyes, he angled his head perfectly well to make his glasses flare from the torches that hung on the walls forcing me to avert my eyes sheepishly, directly blinded by the bright lights they reflected. Now, all I could count on for defense was the motions of his feet and the sounds that emanated around me, just as he pleased. But that wasn't enough to rest that rough heart pounding against my chest.
Warm tears flooded the border of my eyes quickly then overflew onto my cheeks and clothes. It felt like I was whimpering within my body then hoped to recoil into my clothes.
Once his hands took my cheeks with a slight pressure to view my face clearer, I cringed with my eyes closed, trying hard to relax the tension that throbbing within me. In mere seconds, I felt my life was going to flash before my eyes and there would be nothing left of me but a limp cold dead body on a metal bed ready to be anatomized.
All was hopeless until the world around slowly began to dissolve into one I knew previously. But before I could even take a breather, I felt a hand clamped onto my shoulder and when my eyes were able to fixate through the tears, they saw that the insane doctor came along with me. With that, the endless horror that filled me only grew more intensely forcing the world around me to spin in a dizzying motion, releasing me from his grasp, and collapsing me to the ground of the forest yet again.
Oh how I wished Itachi was here to save me from this ridiculous nightmare. It was a mistake to listen to Gena from the beginning and run away from him. Now, I was suffering psychologically from consequences I had never anticipated to occur. Right now, to my luck, he was only observing the world around him with fascination.

It was my chance for escape. With desperation, I bolted to a tree and hide, focusing hard to steady my breathing and silence my presence.

An amused chuckle rang throughout the forest, only moments later, with a menacingly slow clap that rose drastically loud around the inner rings of my ear. "Very interesting, but I already know where you are."His speech left me on the verge of tears.

At that moment, I thought of revealing myself and surrendering, but a voice inside of my head said otherwise. Gradually, my breathing increased and I feared his ability to hear me. This all reminded me of Itachi and his trained. Then all the mixed feelings returned.

Betrayal. Love. Hate. Hope. Sadness.

It all made me feel sick and angry! The confusion drove me mad forcing tears to form. He could have been there for me! He could have tried to keep his promise! He could have attempted an escape plan and cheated death! He could have tried to save me and keep me sane! Yet the fear that drew from this situation drove all the emotions deep into my gut.

"Fine", I heard him call from a distance, his voice was dark and sharp, "I'll just have to force you out myself."

And with that, a loud thump emerged, that of metal hitting wood, causing my blood to run cold. At first, I thought he was trying to sense the vibrations in the trees through the use of metal kunai, however once a blast ruptured and wood shavings flew across my field of view, I realized that he was slowly pinpointing my location by destroying the trees around.

Hesitantly, I bite my bottom lip hard between my teeth, preventing their collision and jittering mess. But that wasn't enough to keep me calm and rested for in only a few seconds after the first blast, another detonated. The smell of wood was now all around me and wooden dust filled the forest.

A third tree ruptured only seconds later, followed by another and another until I heard the same mind wrecking thump upon the tree I stood sheltered behind. Gradually, my consciousness faded and my subconscious took over and I scurried from my shelter, only to be met with the wooden mess on the grassy floor, with my hands held firmly on my head.

There was no sound that emerged as I awaited a loud blast to emanate. However, the only thing that proceeded was the deafening silence that forced me to grow insane. And when I gazed about, it all sank away only to find a regular kunai knife attached to the tree. It was frightening, but he tricked me!

Once my eyes found his, I was met with a crooked smile curving dangerously on the corners of his lips, "I've always known where you were", he noted simply, "I saw you run, but I decided to play along."

Before long, his glaring eyes were set on my quivering body like those of a lion on its prey. It was then that he knew from my mental state that even with the simplest of physical abuse that could be subjected upon me; he would be able to break me down quickly with ease. Thus, he would acquire answers to questions I hoped I didn't know.
As he advanced toward me, my body retreated desperately from the revulsion that could be felt from his stare. "No", I mumbled through the tears that were choking my tongue and speech, but he wouldn't stop. He kept on advancing and once I was in grabbing reach, he gripped my shoulders tightly then thrust me to the ground violently to hush me down.
"No!" I couldn't help the desperate scream that escaped my drying throat. Within me was the hope to reason with this crazed man and hope for someone, whom I may call hero, to hear my plea then to rescue me at my time of distress.
However, nobody came to my rescue and the thrusting didn't stop or have mercy on my delirious state. It only grew more violent as his hands reached my neck and the familiar squeezing sensation commenced with lungs burning dry from lack of air. But before I was to die or fall unconscious, he let me go then began to question his whereabouts.
"Where did you take me?!" He asked with severity. My answer wasn't to his liking as I shook my head violently side to side. That glare and furrowed brows sent shivers down my spine. "Answer and I will let you live." His voice became calmer and his features softened as if he were prepared to speak to a child or a baby. It was amusing how well he transformed his appearance from a psychopathic doctor to a pleasuring man of business. His act was fooling and well performed, but luckily for me, I knew that it was merely an act of deception meant to lure in his victims before slaughtering them with no mercy. It may have been an act that had fooled many, but it wouldn't be able to deceive me for I knew him too well.
"Kabuto", a new slithering voice entered the conversion. The pain was not meant to end for me. "I thought you got yourself in trouble with an Uchiha so I came to help you. But it seems you have gotten yourself into something far greater than that."
"Something greater...? An Uchiha...?", Kabuto slowly mouthed the words of his master until he came to realization. "Did you mean Itachi Uchiha?"
The sound of his name gave me pleasure and animosity at the same time. If only he were here to see the mess I had gotten myself into, I would have desired an apology from him for not being there for me then apologized myself for my inexcusable actions.
The serpent maneuvered his way toward me then breathed in the air around me with tempting pleasure. "She's got the Uchiha's blood. It smells quite similar to Itachi's", he breathed each word with thirst and a mouth watering for a taste of that Uchiha blood that ran within my veins.
"The smell of the blood is faint", he continued with disappointment, "Are you his daughter?" He asked me with confidence as his voice dripped with anticipation and longing.
That question struck me dumb. It was evident from the expression on my face that I wasn't his daughter. If they were going to guess, I was certain they wouldn't arrive at the correct connection any time soon.
"Let's not kill her", his words brought me pleasure and satisfaction, "she may be useful to us." And with that, Kabuto grasped onto my body with a mocking smirk then lifted me above ground level with ease. In the depths of my mind, I knew there was no use in struggling against two monsters that possessed the ability to crush me with a single motion of their finger, so I did as they pleased. But once my body was in the snake's grasp, there was more than just escape on my mind.
Without question, he stroked my hair gently, playing with it as he pleased, placing the loss hair behind my ears, and me, just standing within his hold shivering like a dying animal that had breathed its last. Besides playing with my hair and breathing in the scent of my skin, he tilted my head slightly for him to view me from an angle. It gave no difference to me which angle I viewed him from; he remained a monster in my eyes.
Amidst all the commotion and the boiling emotions within me, he commenced to press gently onto my neck, feeling its soft skin then the racing pulse within it. Sooner than expected, his head traveled slowly to my neck in pounding anticipation. The sound of his watering mouth open left me white and faint.
"Please don't", my voice was nothing but an unnoticed muffle. Trying to move from within his grasp, it was far too late. His grip on my shoulders stiffened with vast strength I couldn't compare to, pinning me in my place with no mercy or release.
"You shouldn't move, mouse", I heard Kabuto's insult reach me with a grand smirk plastered upon his features, "It would hurt you greatly if you struggle." I could feel him observing this scene with fascination and delight.
Everything went dark as I closed my eyes shut, pain arising from the pressure and strain I placed upon their lids.

File X Opened

Name: Pain (Deva)

Weapons: Metal Rods

Jutsu: Almighty Push, Planetary Devastation, Universal Pull

In Case of Contact: The main head of the six paths of pain. This enemy is UNDEFEATABLE other than by burning his card. The only line of defense is to BURN images of this creature to allow enough time to escape. HIDE and DO NOT attempt a fight. Loss to follow these rules will lead to death and severe punishment. YOU WILL RECEIVE PAIN.