"You cannot go back, I will not allow it!"

To think that a predicament like this would happen in his life. It was unspeakable let alone, thinkable. He did not want to beg. He will not. He did not like to lose anything of particular value to him. He never will. If he loses, he'd form plans to get it back. He always did. He was not a strategist for nothing. His mind was brilliant. He led everyone to prosperity. He was a born leader. He gained everything that he wanted. It was natural for him.

And yet this…

There was this thing that was about to slip from his grasp.

Now that he thought about it quickly, thing might have not been the best of descriptions for it. This it was a person after all, a brat. Yes, that was how he saw her at first, a brat that challenged his every wit and whim; a brat that challenged his patience and his whim. This girl was a brat that challenged his authority and his power; she was the kind of brat that opposed him without question, nor fear for her own life. She was susceptible to weakness, and yet she kept on colliding with his world, head on and firm. Yes, she was the one person who challenged him like he did Hashirama—

"This isn't my time. I can't stay here."

Her eyes, she's so happy to be leaving. She never even looked at me like this!

There was an unspoken happiness on the young girl's face as she spoke those words. His world on the other hand seemed to have crumbled slightly. She was not important, held no value, had no meaning and was not even supposed to have existed in his life, and yet…there was an expression that he himself could not allow to escape his lips; poisonous words that was never meant to be spoken, especially by him.

"Then why the hell did you come here in the first place?"

The seal's luster became greater while the girl's form was slowly caught within its range. The elder male grabbed her wrist roughly, and yanked her away from it. He would go with her if need be. But she struggled, and as she stopped and glared at him, the words "It was an accident" spewed from her lips. This time, it was him that froze on his spot. The girl with silver eyes finally yanked her arm away and pushed him away from her. There was no need for him to go to her time. He was needed here, his life was here. Not with her.

The man, being pushed back, fell back slightly. Crimson eyes watched as the light's range finally engulfed her. The seal on the ground burned thereafter and the light faded away.

Nothing…

There was not a thing left.

"She's gone…"

He sat there on the dust laden ground, dumbfounded. The fire that came from the seal burned out after a minute or two and he simply sat there. His eyes were wide with shock. Again, for the last time, she defied him. That brat, that stupid, selfish, arrogant piece of a woman denied him until the end.

"…"

Finally, he stood. He was wrong. There was something left. From the place that she was before her disappearance, a bandana remained. It was a shade of light purple that seemed to be entangled with something. Slowly, he made his way to the object and as he dusted himself off, his calloused fingers reached for it.

"A note…"

His voice was silent as a whisper as the words escaped his lips. Untangling the bandana, he'd find his way reading into the piece of paper that had been left behind. 'I am a person that you can never be with, I'm sorry…Madara.'

There was a moment of silence for him. To think that she decided this without consulting him, she never failed to make him lose his patience. That girl…no, that woman, up to the last moment she lived her reputation of being defiant.

"Kiomi…"

With the wind suddenly blowing, Madara would extend his hand and allowed it to blow the piece of paper away. His left eye would bleed and instantly the sheet would be caught in a black flame. Disintegrating along with the passing breeze, he would turn on his heel and leave. The purple bandana would then be tucked along his belt sash before wiping away at the blood. There was a stoic gaze in his eyes as it reverted back to its original onyx color; his mind occupied only by one thing.

Up to the last moment, she was the woman that gave him a run for his heart.

You were no accident to me.