Madara eagerly took off Mito's remaining clothing – her underwear. The climax was approaching. With her foot, she dragged his underwear to his ankle, and, still lying down, moved his legs until it was off.

He slided his fingers through the woman's belly, touching her intimacy lightly and gently. Mito found herself more and more aroused.

Reason was something that had left her in that moment.

- Madara... – she mumbled, with her eyes closed.

- Mito... – he breathed against her neck.

Then, the two lovers fused themselves.

Sealed feelings from ages ago were now being released.

Mito moaned, sinking her nails into Madara's back and trying to hold the pleasure while he thrusted inside her.

After seconds that seemed a whole – and amazing – eternity, they reached the climax.

The fullness feeling was indescribable. And to share this feeling with the one they loved – even though they didn't know they were loved – made that even greater.

However, that was a fairy tale that would have no happy ending.

Madara collapsed over her, both exhausted and panting. Then, he turned around and layed by her side. Mito lied her head over his chest, and didn't expect him to make any kind of movement. But he hugged her – also surprising the woman. When she stared at him, she saw an enigmatic gaze over her. It seemed that he was and wasn't there at the same time.

- What? – she tried to look cold, without success.

- Nothing...

- What do you mean, "nothing"? This gaze of yours…

- Go sleep.

- Go you too.

They stared at each other.

- I... Don't want to - he said.

- Why?

- Because this can be my last enjoyable moment.

- W...What do you mean?

He just fondled her head, playing with some locks of her hair.

- Madara... – tears started to roll.

- Crying is of no use. Now it's too late. We've made our choices that, ironically, culminated tonight.

- W-what?

- You wanted to use me to get informations, and I wanted to use you to get revenge on Hashirama, my greatest rival. We did what we wanted to. Tomorrow we'll see this madness' consequences.

Mito knew that was the truth.

She knew that since the moment she agreed to follow this plan.

But hearing it hurted more than thinking about it.

If she only thought about it, nothing was confirmed. Nothing was completed.

"Maybe, deep inside him, he still loves me in the same way I love him…", that was her hope, that was what made her feel less filthy while betraying her husband, because at the very least, there were feelings involved.

Was that one-sided? Absolutely one-sided?

- You… Don't love me anymore?

That surprised him.

Love?

What was she talking about?

Wasn't him the ONLY one who was in love there?

Oh, well. Confirming anything is useless now.

In the following day, they would be separated. Forever. In a way or another.

- That doesn't matter.

- Of course it does-

- Tomorrow I'll crush Konoha.

- W-WHAT? – she shouted, sitting in a sudden movement.

- Wasn't that the reason you came for? Tomorrow I'll attack Konoha. And fight against Hashirama. Well, even if I win, you won't support me, am I wrong? You won't stay with me... You didn't before, you won't now.

She was shaking.

- Why are you stunned? You knew I was like that. You knew what I had become. You knew I would do that, you just wanted to know "when" so you can say that to your precious little husband and your precious little villagers that just undervalue and manipulate the Uchiha. Then…!

- STOP! – she cried, covering her ears, her tears running.

Madara sat and grabbed her wrists.

- Stop that! You knew where you were getting yourself into! Then, why did you come? Why, if you knew you would suffer? Why didn't you send a hooker or something?

- Because I didn't want to!

- What...?

- I... would not bear it... If it was anyone besides me. – she picked up her kimono, covering herself, trying to hide as she admitted what she shouldn't – I know you had many other women, but… I didn't want to... Help you to have another one... Besides, it was my duty as first-lady to take this risk. After all, you could kill her if you mistrusted her.

He pinned her to the ground.

- And you thought that I would open an exception for you? – he approached her face, making their noses touch - Such prepotency...

- If that's it, kill me. I shall die with honor. Even going more that I planned to, my intention was the best one for my village.

- Are you sure?

- I'm absolutely sure.

- Then... That's how it's going to be.

Mito's and Madara's bond was getting stronger every day. They just needed to see each other. It was a need.

In a certain day, when getting back from a misson, Mito suggested that they rested.

- How?

- Let's find some clearing so we can lay down and watch the starts!

- ...wow, sounds fun. – he said ironically.

- It's not meant to be fun, it's to be relaxing.

- Or boring.

- Let's try, ok? – she said, sighing.

They laid down on the grass. Mito took a deep breath and gazed at Madara. He gazed back.

- Did you come to watch me or the stars?

- Ha, ha, so funny... I'm just happy you came along. – she smiled; her cheeks were red..

- You get happy with such meaningless things…

- For me it's not meaningless – she stared at his confused face and proceeded – I… I've fallen for you, Madara.

- W-what?! – even he blushed.

- It started as a particular joke to try to understand you, but... But since the first time I saw you, I felt something diferent… That grew with the time and... Goddamnit, sorry, I shouldn't be talking about this! – she rolled to the opposite side, flustered.

Suddenly, she felt her hand being pulled; then, she gazed back at Madara.

He was holding them strongly, seeming to be afraid if she tried to run away.

- I… When I started to overuse the Mangekyou Sharingan, I got blind. I got desperate, and I ripped off my brother's eyes, implanting them on me and awoke a new, supreme Mangekyou Sharingan. But when they asked my brother what happened, he said that he gave me by his own will so I could protect the clan. Some believed it, some didn't. Afterwards, his wish was to work as a ninja, even blind, and died in the battlefield.

Mito didn't know how to react. Madara had done something very selfish. Sure, it was a desperate act, but still... It didn't seem that he was very regretful. His pride of his powerful eyes overcame any regrets...

- Can you still say you love after knowing my worst side?

She put her hand over his.

- I won't pretend I'm not afraid, but... I guess everyone makes mistakes... And we all have the right to get a second chance… If your brother said that, then he forgave you. Then, I can forgive you too.

The boy was shocked. He could swear she would hate him. That she would curse him, judge him.

How could she be like that?

And why did he feel so relieved?

He sat, and she followed his movement. They both were face to face.

With his free hand, Madara touched her neck, using his thumb to fondle her face. Mito got even more surprised – and red – than she already was.

Then, she felt his lips over hers. Kissing her slowly and gently, causing her to feel an amount of heat all over her body.

He also felt that heat: he had never felt that before.

Mito kissed him back, awkwardly and insecurely, but there was chemistry between them, meaning: there was a perfect sincrony; their tongues meetings in that calm and long kiss…

They wished time could stop right in that moment.

I wanted to cry when I revised this chapter, it's so much suffering... D': (yes, I complain, but I keep on writing/reading those stuff lol)