Madara put her on the floor, as she held him in the shoulders. She fondly bit his ear, and the Uchiha closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling. She now was on his neck, sucking it almost as a vampire and leaving numerous marks. The man was panting.
When they split, she pulled Madara's shirt off and threw it at a random corner of the place. And his well built body was revealed. Muscles, breastplate, tummy... Mito wanted to touch them all. Feel them all. Every centimeter.
She pushed him gently, making him sit, and drooped over him to make him lay down. She kissed the corner of his lips as she fondled his exposed body parts, leaving heat trails.
Then, she rose, making the remaining part of the kimono fall, leaving her only in her bottom underwear. She threw it behind with her feet, and Madara already felt his arousal literally take shape.
Mito crouched and, slowly, took the Uchiha's trousers off. She crawled over him and, when drooping to kiss him, she felt two firm hands on her tights that sometimes squeezed, sometimes slided on them. At least until she felt them on her waist, and Madara slewed her – now he was the one above her.
"She's only using me to get informations...", he thought, as he felt a tender hand fondling his face. "It almost feels like she's approaching me again just for the sake of the old times..."
- Madara... I love you. – she said in a alluring tune, with those tempting lips.
"Liar. You never truly loved me. If you did, you wouldn't have chosen Hashirama."
- I've always been waiting for this day as well.
"To stab me in the back? Well, thank you very much."
She lightly kissed his lap, manifesting such an affection which Madara thought she didn't have.
Not anymore.
"I'm an idiot. Konoha would be destroyed now if it wasn't for me delaying the attack because..."
Mito hugged his neck and he felt her tongue in his bottom lip, slowly entering his mouth to a overwhelming kiss.
"...of her."
He grappled the curves of her slender body, the contact making both shudder. Sweat could be seen in their bodies.
"I didn't want to use her... But she leaves me no choice."
They split, searching for air, and both racing hearts could be heard. One gazed at each other, and in that moment, a hint of hesitation fell upon them.
If they did not give up, there would be no way back.
They would stain their (up until now) unstained bond.
The renegade and Konoha's first lady.
How could destiny be so cruel?
They loved each other. They love each other. They will love each other. Then, why?
WHY?
They kept gazing each other, motionless. And Madara, in a surprisingly affectionate gesture, kissed Mito's forehead.
She was the only one who could light a humanity spark inside all the hatred flames inside him.
In a day, Madara and Mito went together in a mission – only the two of them, because the Land of the Whirlpool was lacking ninjas. The country was suffering countless attacks and many have died. The remaining ones should stay to help.
- At last, alone – the redhead joked.
- What do you mean with that?
- I mean that I'll finally get to know you better.
- Why?
- We never talk too much in the mission, but I've been realizing, Madara... – he gazed at her with a questioning look, and she proceeded – you trust me, don't you?
- What?!
- You were very subtle, but I noticed it. You've always rather move in pairs with me, there were tactics you only told to me, and when we sat around the camp fire to rest, you've always payed attention on what I said and ignored the others. I could see you smirking sometimes to the shits I'd say – she laughed.
- I smirked because they were really shitty.
-Yeah, right, you can pretend to be strong as much as you like…
- Pretend? Hey, I've completed countless missions and...!
- I'm not talking about physical strength, Madara. – she stopped walking and put her hand over his chest – I'm talking about emotional strength.
- ...emotional?
- Yes. Your coldness is a shield against the world. You don't want to get involved with anyone because you've been very hurt, then you try to protect yourself against bonds. However, sometimes that is impossible, am I wrong? We all need bonds. We need people to trust in, to the point of opening our hearts to them, and falter.
- Tsc... You know nothing!
- I know what I could observe. I'd only know everything if you told me.
- You don't need to know...
- Know what?
- Nothing! – he raged, walking angrily. – Don't mess up with my life!
- Is it about your brother?
He stood still. But he didn't look back.
He heard the steps of that nosy girl more and more close, until she stopped. She was behind him.
- What do you mean?
- I also noticed this, back then when you speaked with my father. His death wasn't exactly an accident, right?
Suddenly, he turned and held her in the collar, raising her, in a very rough way.
Mito was not afraid.
- Are you saying that I killed my brother? Is that it?
- No. But somehow you feel guilty, don't you? – he felt his arm tremble as he held her – why? What does make you feel like that?
He slowly put her down.
- Why do you want to know this?
- I will be helping you.
- And what do you earn with this?
- Nothing. But I want to help either way.
- Why? Why do you care so much?
Her face got red.
- W-what is wrong in caring? – she blustered.
- Hmph...
Then, he started walking again.
- Hey! Where do you think y-
- Someday.
- What?
- Someday... – he stared at her – I'll tell you. Until then, make me think you're worthy of bearing my trust.
She smiled. She knew she could have somehow moved him.
That was good, because he moved her since their first meeting.
She couldn't stop thinking about him. She was always waiting for their next mission together. She would like to find out, little by little, new things about that mysterious, distant and moody man.
At the beginning, he used to ignore her or get mad at her, but then he began to give in. Maybe he thought that after answer a question of hers, she would give up on making another. But then, the next question came. And the next. When he realized, they were actually having a conversation. At least until some Uzumaki would talk to Mito, and he snorted. He didn't want to interact with them.
Not with them.
Just with her.
Because, and only because, she seemed interested at him as a person, not as a danger due to the Senju x Uchiha rivalry.
And then, guys? Have you enjoyed to know Madara's ~other side~? He's also suffering, you know. ):