Unintentional

He is known to be a god in the shinobi world who wields crimson eyes and a deadly name. She is a young girl who is new to the ways of war and happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. When he learns her truth, he is determined to get revenge on his bitter rival using her as his hostage. It wasn't fate that brought them together, nor are they meant for each other. Though their love is passionate, dangerous and anything but innocent; it is true. MadaMito. Rated M for a reason!

"People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in; their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within."

Quote by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

MADARA

He didn't exactly know how he ended up trudging through the endless amounts of mud puddles and soggy grass and other soaking wet things, but it probably had something to do with the lack of a shelter beneath the rain. He was still drying off from the shower because there was no shelter, no inns no abandoned places but only a variety of spaced out trees as replacement. The man despised the aftermath of the rainstorm more than he did the actual rain, which was just as strange as it was true for him.

Slowly, he walked through the lands that were once filled with angst and treachery, now they were passive and completely undisturbed. That in itself was so unmistakably strange, or at least in his mind. A land that was filled with turmoil with so many deaths just seemed ironic in a way. There was battles fought on the very soil he was standing on, yet now there was nothing left but peace. That in itself seemed so selfish that it almost made him sick.

The acts of certain people were so unforgivable that Madara felt like they shouldn't go unpunished. He had seen much violence, and had caused so much violence that it was futile to think that peace ever existed. It was like a cycle, he had always believed that no matter what someone does to try and make the world a happy place; it was very ignorant of them to do so.

This rainy day was so typical. Madara had spent the day travelling with no specific destination, he didn't have one. He had left his own clan back quite a while ago back in the villages along with the Senju clan. Madara wondered if the clan would feel happy knowing that those who had killed their kin; their sons, their brothers, their husbands- were living right there as their neighbors in that pathetic excuse they called a village.

It was all too pathetic. Every last bit of it was pathetic. The village that would become Konohagakure harboured shinobi already, despite it not being fully completed. After affiliating himself with that retched village for only a short amount of time, Madara had enough of it. They had all acted like nothing had ever happened that their brothers weren't brutally murdered. Hashirama was the worst of them all- he had managed to let it all happen.

His clan, The Uchiha, had also let it happen. They were supposed to be his brethren, and agree with what Madara thought best for the clan. Of course all of his wishes were in vain as Hashirama and his brother always had their way with words and persuasions. Peace, they said. A place where children can grow up without learning the evil ways of warfare seemed highly unfair. As soon as Madara could properly hold a weapon and not manage to hurt himself with it, that was when he was sent to war.

So why should next generations children get to have that luxury when that very element was taken away from him when he was five years old. He learned how to use wield a weapon at that age; he learned how to use his chakra properly at that age, too. By the time he was seven years old he had mastered a variety of fire style techniques, trade mark to the Uchiha clan. In Madara's opinion, just living meant you were guilty in the flesh.

Uchiha Madara scowled and muttered curses under his breath, though nobody would be close enough to hear them. If he shouted, nobody would be close enough to hear him. It was also getting to be very dark, very quickly and even though he didn't want to admit it, he was getting to be tired. He hated sleeping, though. He hated feeling so vulnerable and off-guard that someone as small as a tactless child could cut your throat while you slumber.

Thankfully, he was a light sleeper and managed to wake up earlier than most. He was also a very fine shinobi which meant his chakra was always sensing for others' even though his sensory abilities didn't come to close to those of Hashirama's. So he managed to find a temporary camp, set up a fire and he even found some species of bird to cook. Of course that was all in a matter of minutes, in regards to his Fire Style.

Folding his arms across his chest and resting his head against a spare piece of clothing that he used as a pillow, he let himself relax and look towards the sky. With a lazy flutter of annoyance Madara had closed his eyes and immediately fell into an unconscious state, to which he hadn't failed on leaving traces of his chakra faintly surrounding himself in order to wake him if any intruders were to come about.

He had estimated that he slept for a couple hours when a loud ruckus from the road came about, causing him to open his eyes in a flash. Madara had made sure that he left himself far away from the road, but not too far as to become engulfed in the deeper forests where he would likely spot shinobi running about. The road was usually travelled by lazier shinobi or common folk who wanted to make long distances quick for time. He didn't know what it was for him in his case, though.

There were massive amounts of laughter and wails of humor. It was plain that the travellers were in a large group, and by the sounds of it they were common men or nameless shinobi at the least. Madara reminded himself that it was a road after all and they would be gone within a matter of minutes, then Madara would resume his quick sleep and go off in the morning.

But after half-an-hour of stinging patience, Madara had enough of it. They were probably camping somewhere near him and they wouldn't be shutting up anytime soon. So he left his gunbai and the other small items at his camp to go and shut the lot up. The sooner he got rid of them, the sooner he would sleep. The sooner he would sleep he would awaken and be out of the area by morning. Madara couldn't wait for morning to come, but he was so damned tired.

In less than a minute, using a running start, Madara appeared at their camp which, to say, wasn't that far from his. It was only down a couple of hills, closer to the road than was considered safe, but to every man their own. Madara didn't make himself known to them quite yet, he was contemplating which one made the most noise. The lucky person would be the first killed on Madara's list, and he did plan on killing all of them.

His chakra recognized seven signatures and another one- a faint signature. With chakra builds as good as these, it was obvious that the seven had some form of training in the ninja arts. It was all the better to satisfy Madara's needs to kill something. That urge was mainly directed from his form of hatred and magnified because he was tired as hell and some idiots had awoken him. Madara wouldn't be patient with them once he started the deed.

"Get her ready, I'm going first, then you can sort through yourselves as to whose going next." as Madara hid in the shadows of their camp, he had comprehended that it was the leader of the band of outlaws that had just spoken. He was an ugly man, who looked deader than he was alive with starchy, thin hair and a skinny build. Madara had only glimpsed his rotted teeth when he talked, and it looked as if they would fall out at any moment.

"Should we bring her outside of the carriage, Boss-sama?" one of the other outlaws asked their leader. He was probably the youngest out of all of the men, Madara had decided. He looked to be no more than twenty with oily brown hair and a big belly. None of them looked comely at all, or even looked to be shinobi. They looked like disgusting rats that would pollute the likes of ninja society like a bunch of germs.

The man nodded his head and in moment's time, the young brown-haired fugitive had a limp body across his shoulder. It was apparent that what was lying lifelessly on his shoulder was a woman. No, not a woman, more like a girl. She looked very young, at least seventeen. The girl had long, pleasant hair that brushed against the kneecaps of the man who was carrying her. Her hair reminded him of blood.

Why hadn't Madara already gone and killed them all? He had no reason to wait; even if he was caught off guard Madara would have completely wiped them out without breaking a sweat. Instead he lingered in the shadows like a predator hastily stalking its prey. It was true for the most part- Madara was the predator and these scoundrels were the prey. He didn't even acknowledge himself standing there, watching. He wasn't even thinking.

Once the young bandit had thrown her to the ground, she woke up, shaking her head, evidently wondering where she was. The redhead was tied up- her hands were behind her back and her ankles were as well, preventing her from even standing up. She was tied up, but she still squirmed, knowing that it was all fruitless, but even so; it seemed that girl didn't lose her hope. The rest of the bandits had come out to watch her helpless on the ground.

Simultaneously, Madara knew what would happen to the girl. She would be raped by each and every one of them and then taken to the next stop only for it to be done again. As soon as they had their fill of her, or she made a scene, they would cut her throat and leave her in the ditches for the decay-consuming animals to eat. Madara had seen these types of people more often than not. He had also seen many helpless girls, as she was.

The Uchiha had started to walk slowly towards them, keeping his composure. Once all of them had become aware of his presence, they all looked to one another and laughed and every one of them aside from the leader had begun walking closer to Madara, walking as if they owned the land. In truth, the raven-haired man had never seen such a foul group of people in his life. They stunk like piss and looked like they were corpses with grime and dirt all over them.

"Coming to save the day, are we?" the shortest member of the group of bandits asked him, rhetorically. The short man had gotten a few pats on the back from his fellow friends; they probably thought him clever at least, but Madara just stared at them, wanting to laugh so badly that it almost hurt. In the background, the boss was getting his kunai knife out, Madara even saw him lick it, but he immediately turned away, appalled by the scene.

"Not at all." Madara confessed, sitting on one of the stumps. Madara assumed that the lot of them had no wits to them whatsoever; the band probably didn't even know how to read. He looked into the fire and a moment of silence was passed before he stared back up at the outlaws. "Please, do continue." Half of the group had turned back around to help with holding the girl down and the other half approached him with their arms crossed.

A very chubby man from the side got straight to the point with the Uchiha. "Then get lost, this isn't none of concern. Move along before you wished you regret it." the fat man wasn't very intimidating at all, but out of them all, it seemed he had the most strength within the group. The rest were skinny or lanky, save for the younger man, but this guy was big-boned. He wasn't quite as tall as Madara, as he noticed before, but the whole of the outlaws had probably thought he was some big-shot.

"What are you even doing here, you bastard?" the young bandit asked him, from the side.

Behind the men that were currently in front of him, the leader of the group had cut off the ankle and wrist ropes that the girl was bound with. She was thrashing around in her kimono skirts, it was hard for Madara to believe, she shouldn't even be moving after the small amount of chakra she had left in her. The other men that were assisting had each take a portion of her body and held it down to the ground as their leader pulled down on the folds of his pants.

"I am here because I'm going to kill each and every one of you." Madara looked up from the fire to see the hilarious look on each of their faces. It even made the leader stop, and his cock was brushing the fabrics of the girl's kimono. The Uchiha stood up slowly and took one last look around at their pathetic expressions. "You see, I'm very tired and I was sleeping very nicely until a bunch of cunts had come and disturbed me."

All of them were frozen with fear because Madara didn't stutter once or show any signs that he wasn't serious about his words. The leader was still in his place, about to rape the girl whose mouth was covered by another man's hand and she had tears in her solemn eyes. "I had given you a chance to move along to some place you wouldn't be heard, but I've already decided that you're worthless garbage." Madara had taken out a single senbon from his tool case.

The leader licked his lips. "We're all capable shinobi, don't you underestimate us, punk."

Madara didn't even smile at the amusement, they weren't even worth that. But they were all in a perfect position. He threw the senbon needle at the perfect angle as hard as he could manage. It had gone through the first four guys' head tissue before it fell to the ground along with them. The shot had been precise and now the four of them were all dead in that one simple swoop of that one fine piece of steel that was so conveniently thin.

For the fifth and sixth guy, he used two of his fists to punch them with equal force in the head, which meant that now they were dead because their craniums would be cracked open and shattered. "Pathetic people like you have no rights in calling yourselves shinobi." And without another word, Madara picked the leader of the outlaw's off of the ground and held him by the throat in the air. The raven-haired man pressed into his throat until his eyes were unresponsive and his struggles were no more.

A simple toss and the leader of the band of outlaws had been thrown away like he was nothing; not a human being; not even a living, breathing soul. Madara hadn't even needed to use his Sharingan. It would have been a waste to do so, anyways. These people weren't extraordinary; it was people who pretended to act like shinobi that didn't deserve to live, they were like children who had found a precious mask. They disgraced the name and rubbed it in the dirt.

He reached in his pocket for a second time, but this time he didn't pull out a senbon. It was a kunai knife meant for the girl. The Madara felt its sharp point and clutched it in his hand. She would die anyways; she was just a commoner girl, no shinobi as he could tell. Her chakra was so weak that there was no hope, but even if there was, Madara wouldn't have spared her. It was in his nature to put those who had no strength to offer the world, into the cold ground.

The Uchiha crouched to the ground and took her face into his hands. She hadn't spoken yet, but her tears were starting to dry as if she had accepted that she would be killed this night, though with the way she had been fighting the men earlier, he quickly dismissed the fact. He grappled her neck in his hand, lighter than he had with the man, but nevertheless he stood up and held her throat and her life in his hand as she dangled in the air.

Her long red hair hung in front of her face, hiding every emotion she may have had. She held onto his hand as she was the Uchiha held her there in the air, hoping to save a few of her last breaths in order to live, though he wasn't holding her all that hard. Madara took his kunai knife and planted it slowly into her abdomen, avoiding any vital spots for now, and then while the knife was still implanted in her belly, he moved the fine hair from her face and out of the way of her eyes.

She hadn't even stopped to take it out of her stomach, she just held onto his hand so she wouldn't be choked to death by him. It seemed the girl was smarter than she appeared, but that wouldn't save her life. Madara shut his eyes for a brief second and when he opened them they were red and unforgiving; she was already lost in his world. He held her neck lighter until he was positive that she would live through his Tsukuyomi without being strangled.

Madara looked into her hopeless eyes and she didn't respond. She was already trapped. He would take her memories and make them seen by him, and then she would die, he decided. A variety of images had flooded though his mind while he looked into hers. He saw a quick collection of vague memories when the girl was a child and into the most recent of her memories. Though he hadn't seen everything there was to saw, he did see some events that she had felt strongly about.

Once Madara had decided to end the Tsukuyomi, he threw her to the ground, still with the kunai knife in her stomach. The raven-haired man concluded that she was of great importance. Her name was Uzumaki Mito, the youngest member of her clan, she had learned all of her clan's great techniques and jutsu, but there was that one very significant thing that he saw in her mind and through the redhead's eyes.

It was her betrothal to Senju Hashirama that sparked his interest.

Before she had been kidnapped, the girl had been with her immediate family, traveling to Konohagakure. The band only managed to kidnap her because one of them hadn't waited to hear what she would say, but still- how incredibly pitiable that she was caught by those low-lives. Uzumaki's were supposed to be a fine clan, not nearly as good as the Uchiha in their shinobi ways- but better than most.

No, this would be perfect, he had concluded. If what he had seen through her eyes was correct, and there was no reason to believe that it wasn't, then the Senju clan held very high interest in her and the girl was abundant. He didn't have a plan right then and there, but she would come handy in the near future when he decided to get back at Hashirama. Sooner, rather than later, he had a very dynamic piece in their puzzle. Madara had the girl that Hashirama would marry.

Looking down at the ground, he saw the girl reach for the blade and pull it out of her belly. Those eyes that she had, previously full of emotion, were dull and in their own sort of comatose state, they lacked anything that they once had. It disturbed him, which was very unsettling as he had never felt anything like it in his life. But he cleared off the thoughts as soon as they came to him, he blamed the Tsukuyomi for it all; that sort of thing tended to happen while in effect.

The Uzumaki girl looked scarred somehow, by looking through her eyes with Tsukuyomi he had realized that she had possessed a form of rare Uzumaki medical ninjutsu that was linked with those of the Senju clans.' Yet the girl wasn't even trying to heal herself, her eyes had fluttered to the ground while she held her bleeding stomach. Those eyes, those big brown eyes that held nothing in them currently, Madara didn't know what to think; he just gazed at her.

"Get up." he demanded. But the redhead had made no attempt to get up and it seemed as if she had drowned out sounds completely. She didn't move nor did she didn't shiver when his voice came to her; she just stared with heavy-lidded eyes as if she was going to fall asleep. The Tsukuyomi that Madara had used wasn't meant for torture, she wouldn't feel that great of effect, but somehow the Uchiha had felt that it wasn't just the Tsukuyomi that was taking its toll on her.

"Stand up." the Uchiha almost yelled. He wasn't one for patience and the girl didn't make any efforts at all. Did she not just witness him kill all of her captors? If anything that bloody wench should be on the ground bowing to him for what he had just saved her from. "Did I fucking stutter? Get up; I'm taking you on as my hostage." But still, she didn't move from her spot, her eyes didn't even blink against the small wind. "Get up!" he yelled.

Madara reached for her blood-colored hair and pulled on it, dragging her body towards the way that he had come from. He was going to take her back to the camp whether he had to drag her or if he had to force her to walk there herself. This time, the girl thrashed out, she kicked her legs and held onto her scalp as he pulled her long hair along with him. The Uzumaki girl tried to stand up, but Madara had such a full grasp of her fine hair that he wasn't letting go.

The girl screamed in agony as she was dragged on the ground and up the hill, trying to collect herself to at least stand up. But with a wound in her belly and Madara pulling harshly on her hair, it wasn't working well enough for her. That stubborn bitch wasn't even going to tell him to stop; she had much more pride than that. Damned Uzumaki's. He had fought with a couple the past as they were closely tied with the Senju. They didn't know when or how to give up.

When Madara had reached the camp with a screaming Uzumaki being dragged on the ground, he had finally looked upon the mess he created of her. There were scratches all over her legs- the bandits had made it so her kimono was cut so now it was just above her knees-, probably from the sharp rocks on the ground and the sticks as well. But there was also blood running down her forehead, and that was from the Uchiha, he had realized. He had pulled her hair almost out of her skull.

There were tears in her eyes, and now that he had awoken her from the apparent trance that she was in, she was staring right at him with hurt and hatred. It wasn't as if Madara was used to seeing forms of feeling in others' eyes. Be them detestation or sadness or anything else. But this girl's eyes were as easy to read as any others he had seen before. They were filled with such honesty that there would be no way this girl could ever hope to deceive someone.

Madara had left her remarkably close to himself; about ten feet away against a tree and had even made sure to bind her hands with rope. All so he could keep track of her. She wouldn't be able to go anywhere with them on anyhow, even if she had tried to manage to pull off a few shinobi tricks, she couldn't- her chakra was too low, even for an Uzumaki it was low. Understandable of course, as she had seemed to be knocked out, they were draining the chakra from her the entire time she was captured.

The Uchiha couldn't help but feel naked against her stare. She was looking at him, no, more like glaring at him with her glossy, unforgiving eyes. Madara felt like those eyes of hers were intimidating in a way impossible to understand. And when they paired up with that hair of hers, it seemed almost ironic, in a mocking sort of way. No Uchiha liked to be ridiculed, and that was the impression this Uzumaki girl was giving him.

"You'll regret it if you don't look away from me now, girl." he told her in a very intolerant voice. He wasn't about to lose his feeling of security, his eyes were superior, not hers. Yet her stare didn't falter at all.

"I have a name, and I know that you know it." the redhead said to him. Her tone was demanding and straightforward, something that Madara secretly questioned. A girl with tear stains on her cheeks with hints of blood falling down her forehead of whom was very close to being raped… Well her voice should be weakened, she should have been scared to speak or quivering at the very least. But no, this girl was severe.

Mito her name was, and it had seemed that the Uzumaki girl knew that she was under the influence of his Sharingan because Madara did in fact know her name. "Is that so? Well I don't care much for you or your name. But you already know that, don't you?" Madara had lied back down on his previous position and rested his head against the substitution pillow that he had. But when Madara though he had been very close to sleep, he was woken up by her voice.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked after a long while. It had been clear that while Madara was trying to close his eyes and fall asleep, she was thinking about it. What could he possibly want with someone like herself? She had probably thought. When Madara looked up to her, the blood on her forehead was wiped away, leaving only small traces of it behind, it wasn't very noticeable anymore.

"Eventually, I'm going to kill you." Madara hat put it bluntly. "You are going to be my upper hand against the Senju, and when the time is right and that piece of shit named Hashirama will come to rescue his bride-to-be, I am going to pull your heart out of your chest cavity in front of him and throw it in his face."

That didn't faze the Uzumaki girl for a single second. "Is that so?" she pondered quietly and shortly until she was ready to speak again. "But the Uchiha and Senju are at peace are they not? I guess that means you're Uchiha Madara." The redhead laughed, taunting him. "I heard that you whine and complain like you're still a child and that you favor destruction over peace. I also heard that you wanted to be one of the Senju, but-"

Slap. It had only taken Madara in the blink of an eye to get over to where the Uzumaki girl was and backhand her across her face, and when he did, that signature red hair fell heavy across her face once more. The Uchiha knew that her face would be bruised in the morning, he had snapped and she had crossed the line entirely. "You dare speak to me like that when you know who I am. When you know my name?" Madara spat.

"I don't care much for you or your name." she mimicked. He could tell it was true, too. But it was the exact same thing he had said to her earlier, before he had almost fallen asleep. She was a clever girl, but not nearly as clever as she thought she was. Madara back handed her again, on the same cheek only harder than he did beforehand. He should have known the Uzumaki girl wouldn't submit to his liking. She would be a very hard prisoner to handle, even if she was a woman.

"You better start to care or this will get a lot worse for you." Madara turned around and gazed at the ever-burning fire. It was started with his Fire Style, which meant that it would last remarkably long and would certainly be better than any fire that was built by hand. The flames told a certain truth, and held both life and death in its burning blaze. That's why Madara had admired it so much, and that's why he turned his beliefs to the fire.

"You already said that you would rip my heart out yourself. It's already at its worse." and with that the redhead had rested her head against her chest and said no more, presumably falling asleep. Madara had put his chakra in range around them so he would awake if any disturbance would have happened.

Madara let himself fall asleep easily because he knew that he finally had something that Hashirama didn't.