Unintentional
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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!

A/N: Yes, Madara's a douche-bag. Deal with it! But as this is a love story and not really surprising in anyway, Madara will come around… Well sort of. Or maybe not. Hmm. I have many ideas about where I want this story to go. But my inspiration of actually writing a Madara story came from the very lovely graphics that the Naruto people had did for his "promo" episode. You know the one where he's all fighting and stuff. Mmhm! I just loved it so much and I'm just like omg, yes. There is also really inspiring fan art that just gets to me.

For the sake of myself and for the story Mito's primary element will be wind and she is fairly good at using it for her advantage. As you can probably already tell, she's much like Naruto in terms of personality, but I want to make her a very strong kunoichi indeed. I mean she is an Uzumaki and she is Tsunade's grandmother and perhaps Mito had taught her grandchild a few jutsu. And because Uchiha's love strength within women, she is going to be just that.

AND I should probably warn you about some of the scenes in the next chapter. They may be disturbing and you'll know what I mean when you get there... I've rambled on for much too long, my apologies, everyone. Enjoy the next chapter!

"You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love."

Quote by Henry Drummond

MITO

A foot to the ribs had woken her up. It wasn't a soft, acquainted brush to the ribs like a friend would do to wake you up from sleep. No, it was a harsh kick like someone was trying to pulverize her and break them all with one swift movements. The kick had hurt, but Mito had embraced all of her pain because she knew that more was coming. Her eyes flickered open at an alarming speed, waking as soon as she felt the nerves in their earnest pain.

As if the stab to the gut wasn't enough, he had dragged her by her hair and hit her twice across the face. Who knew a shinobi who was supposed to defend the weak and be honored and chivalrous would do so to someone as helpless as she was? Though Mito hated to admit that she was helpless, that's exactly what she was, and what made matters worse was that she had gotten most of her chakra drained by those oblivious sissies that she was captured by.

Mito could stand the shit she was taking from this Uchiha Madara. But what she had to live with was her own, personal disgraces. She had her guard up, yet she was attacked from behind. She was taken by a flock of men who didn't know which way was right and which way was left. The redhead had almost had her maidenhead taken and she was defenceless against them because her chakra had been draining from her for the endless hours that she was in the carriage with those men. What she had to endure from herself, from her dignity being taken- now what was worse than what this Uchiha had to offer.

Plus, her chakra had resumed at the peak of the new day. She would have more chakra to help get herself away from him and back to her family, which brought her to remember the fight that she had with them prior to being kidnapped. It was unusual to admit, but now, she missed all of them. Mito had missed her harsh father, she had missed her proper mother, her dimwitted oldest brother, her other naïve brothers. Gods, she had even missed her irritating sister.

That was part of the reason Mito had to fight to win against this man. She would not only do it for the sole sake of her family, she would do it for herself. To bring back justice to this man who she had known to do such wrong to the world. But mostly, she would restore her own vanity within her own mental world that she worried so much over. Though her family put her down sometimes and they were a handful, dammit she was an Uzumaki! She had a great duty to uphold.

Though she had sworn an oath never to be weak again, she couldn't help but reflect back to the night before when she had looked into the eyes of the man who was going to rape her. She was only inches away from being peeled open and taken every way possible. In some eccentric way, she had thanked the Uchiha's timing. Mito had cried so much, she remembered, and just thinking about it made her want to.

The Uchiha grabbed Mito by her arms and lifted her up to a standing position. She flexed her calves and her ankles and every joint she possibly could. Then she shrugged, motioning for Madara to undo her rope fastenings. He just simply looked at her like he didn't know what she was saying. He started to walk, ignoring her wishes completely, walking slow at first, waiting until Mito would follow along. That bastard.

"I thought you were Uchiha Madara. If such a thing is true, why are you so afraid to cut my bindings?" Those simple words made him look in her direction. She considered herself lucky for being able to poke at the Uchiha the way she was. "Don't tell me you're afraid of what a little girl might do to the big bad Uchiha." That sparked something in him, obviously because Madara was walking in her direction, with a more-sour-than-usual look on his face.

He took her jaw and held it in his hands, examining it. Mito's hair fell to the sides of her face, as she had lost her clip to hold it down somewhere that she didn't even want to think. The Uchiha pressed his fingers on the bruise that he had created last night as hard as his fingers would go into his cheek without them piercing the skin underneath. As he pressed on it, Mito felt the nerves crawl up her face and it felt like the bruise was a lot bigger than she had once thought it was.

"You don't get to speak to me like I'm some lowborn scum." when he stopped putting pressure on the bruise he turned her around and cut the ropes with a kunai knife that he was holding, then pushed her forward, almost causing her to fall. But Mito stood her ground; she wouldn't look weak in front of this man again. "I will know if you even think about trying anything to escape. If you do I will break your leg and still make you walk."

Mito scowled, but she continued on, rubbing at her sore wrists. Her hands were a shade of purple once she actually looked at them. The rope had been on so tight that it felt like it had burned her skin and when she examined her wrist closely, she could see the red marks that hugged her lightened skin tone. The redhead was beginning to run out of possible insults to him in her head. She couldn't think of anymore bad things to call him with him being offended. Most of the things that Mito had been thinking about were childish things only a three year old would call someone.

The Uchiha had found the road, and once the two of them kept at an even pace, Mito had begun to grow bored of thinking up insults in her mind that she would say to him once she had the advantage. Without thinking of her next actions properly, Mito stopped in the middle of the road. It didn't take long for the Uchiha to turn around and notice that she wasn't walking anymore. She just stood in the middle of the road, glaring at this Uchiha Madara.

"Why are you doing this?" the Uzumaki girl asked him. Madara walked up to Mito and grabbed her upper harm and pulled it along with him, using plentiful force. She walked queerly alongside him while he pulled on her for a few moments, but then stopped again, demanding an answer. This Uchiha thought he was the best player in the game. Mito wasn't all that good with technique, she preferred to rush into things and think upon it afterwards. But there might be something she could do…

"Do you want to get tied up again?" he yelled, and right in her ear, too. But Mito didn't flinch. "Or is it more justified to force you to walk while your leg bone in sticking out of your skin?" Madara pulled on her arm again, probably expecting that she would have given in after his serious threats, but Mito wasn't a sucker like he had thought she was. Mito planted her feet in the ground, making it almost near impossible for the Uchiha to force her along with the way he was.

The Uchiha grabbed her leg, causing her to lose her balance and trip onto the ground. He put an insane amount of compression onto her leg, and she knew that it would match her cheek later on. As his face went into a better angle, Mito built up a strong gathering of chakra in her leg and kicked him as hard as she could muster. He went shooting back, and Mito had figured that it was her chance to escape.

She scrambled to the ground and ran away using all the speed she had. Mito put extra chakra in her legs to make her go faster, faster, as fast as she possibly could without using up all of her chakra. Looking back wasn't an option, Mito was scared that if she looked back, she would see where the Uchiha was and it would make her lose her footing. The redhead just ran down the road and away from him.

Around the road, there was nothing but forest and more shrub areas. Mito had figured that she'd have a much better chance in losing him for good in the foliage. It wasn't particularly thick, but it wasn't completely wasteful. As she turned to go into the forest, a gigantic fire ball had lightly kissed her skin with intense heat and she only just got away. There wasn't any mistake there; that was the Fire Style, and probably Uchiha Madara.

It seemed like the fire was getting larger and more chakra-filled. It came closer to Mito, and she felt the concentration of the heat and power of the jutsu. She had never seen such a lasting Fire Style before. But it wasn't about to extinguish until Mito was burned to a crisp or collapsed onto the ground. She took her outer kimono off and performed a quick five-set hand seals and the flames reduced very rapidly until there was an array of symbols and letters on the fabrics of her clothing.

Mito wasn't about to use her hand as the sealing method to the flames, though it would have work, she would have burned the palm of her hand and she would be in agony for a few days. But she had settled for the only thing that she had on her- her clothing. Though she felt very bare in her small, delicate piece of fabric covering all of her essentials, it had kept her away from Madara for a little bit longer.

Through the last threads of smoke from the Fire Style jutsu, she could see the obvious figure coming towards her at a remarkable speed. Mito accurately put forth a large amount of her chakra into her right heel and slammed it into the earth, causing the ground to shatter like it was nothing more than a mirror. It probably went on for several meters, and Mito was almost sure she had gotten the Uchiha to slow down.

As she turned around and began to ran, she crashed into that very person and she was off her feet. Madara was in front of her. Arms crossed, face with frustration and extreme anger. Mito realized that there was no chance to escape him. Not yet. Even in her lands, this man was renowned for his mastery of the Sharingan and his excellency with jutsu. He was supposed to be aligned with Hashirama as a perfect shinobi.

Yet the entire time that Mito had seen him, not once had he turned on his Sharingan. Did that just simply mean that she wasn't worth his Sharingan? Did it mean that Mito wasn't a formidable opponent? It appeared that Madara hadn't thought her worthy to fight serious with her, which made Mito all the more temperamental and pissed off. Goddamned bastard thinks he's the god of all mankind.

He reached down and picked Mito off the ground by the scruff of her neck and in a flash of anger; Mito slapped him in the face. She had felt powerless just then and there. There was no chakra added into her slap, either, she just acted on her pure impulse. Madara had found that quite offensive, probably more so than if she were to put chakra into her punch, Mito had known this just because of the look on his face.

Madara took her and threw her into a distant tree with a certain force that was meant to disable your movements. As she slammed into the tree, she bathed her back with chakra for that split second as to not disturb any of her insides; it probably would have if she hadn't. When Mito crashed into the tree, she almost went through it. Or at least it felt like it. She had heard the breaking of tree bark and wood, thankfully not the breaking of her bones.

Mito slid down the tree, defeated, but the Uchiha wasn't quite done yet. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of her. Without knowledge of what he would do next, Mito had tried to pull her weight and stand up. But the act was useless, even when her chakra did protect her. It seemed that she hadn't put enough chakra in the act because she didn't realize he had the intent to break her bones. She was powerless right now. It felt like her entire body was bruised from the core to her skin.

He grabbed Mito and threw her to the forest floor so that she would be flat on the ground. Mito struggled to do something, to do anything before he could hurt her again. The only thing she was strong enough to do was move her body very, very slowly. But even that process hurt like hell. Madara had no regards for anything, how unfair of a fight it was; Mito was helpless against the ground- for a second time!

Without expecting what the Uchiha would do next, Mito had closed her eyes, wishing that he would just knock her out or kill her, or something. She didn't want to go through any more pain than she was already in. In an instant, Madara was pinned on top of her, ripping apart her smallclothes with his bare hands. He had totally ripped them in half, but thankfully they were still shielding her most private parts. It was all just a warning, right? He was just doing it to stop her from doing anything reckless again.

Only now, he had pushed the thin white kimono aside and gazed at her whole, entirely. Even though it pained her to do so, she put her hands across her chest, forbidding his eyes to look upon her. Gods, her arms hurt so much; it was like her skin was peeling away, when in reality it was only her flesh that mocked it, it would hurt for a few days and no more, but the way it was this second. It was unlike any other pain she had ever felt before.

As Mito hid herself from this Uchiha stranger, he pulled her arms away and threw them down, pinning them down. The way he looked at her was agony, she looked at his face and she couldn't tell his emotion and that scared her to death. That emotion made the tears come pouring out of her eyes, much more than she had reckoned her sister's tears to be. The level of uncomforting that Mito was feeling was beyond anything she could have imagined.

Already she had felt dirty and used like she was some common whore, this was the first time someone had ever gazed at her breasts and seen her naked. Her eyes began to grow weary from all the salt from her tears, they shut for a few seconds but Mito had to keep herself awake, she had to fight. That's why she struggled as much as she could, which was compared to nothing because he hadn't even thought about moving away from her.

As if the lack of comfort wasn't bad enough, he had put his hand over her belly and felt her skin. It wasn't like he was petting her; it was like he was feeling her, almost as if he could sense her pain. But that idea was preposterous as he had no idea what pain she was feeling. Both physically and emotionally, Mito was hurt in ways that she didn't care to try and figure out. It was useless for Mito to try and feel pity for herself now.

Once the motions on her belly had stopped, he had dug his finger into her skin and traced it to the top of her ribs, like he was cutting her like a simple piece of paper. His finger was jabbing into Mito, almost comparing to her level of pain all over her body. The Uchiha grabbed her breast and purged it, causing Mito to cry out in sheer pain and she continued her crying. He pressed the flesh up against Mito's own skin and pulled it and yanked it. He did the exact same to the opposite.

"Please, please, please." the girl begged as he grappled both breasts in his hands. "Stop this. I promise you that I'll stop disobeying you, whatever you want, just stop." she was sobbing uncontrollably and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Now, the man was leaning down and he lightly kissed her puckered nipple before taking one in his mouth and biting on it with fierce, ignoring her pleas.

His eyes looked from her chest downwards to her navel and below. Mito noticed where his gaze was. "Don't." she sobbed; she pleaded. She was desperate, but she didn't know what to do. She couldn't move a muscle, but she had to do something or else she would never forgive herself. Mito didn't even want to think about what would happen during and after the act was complete. She couldn't imagine it. That in itself was so painfully hard to visualize, even though it was minutes away from happening.

She watched as he opened up his hakama and seized his member. Mito's control was completely lost, she was screaming and crying and begging for him to quit what he was doing. Madara hovered over her with a plain face and put his face next to her ear. "Next time it's going to be for real, just remember that." Then he stood back up and arranged himself and his hakama properly, making sure there wasn't anything out of place. The man had left Mito unbroken.

Mito gasped for air, she felt like she couldn't breathe. A wave of relief crashed over her and it was hard to gulp down the lump that was once beginning to form in her throat. The tears that were once the beginning of a waterfall had started to melt into her skin, being absorbed with nothing left but their tracks like footprints in the snow. Her eyelashes batted heavily back and forth. Though her body had been seen and examined, it was only her chest that had been touched.

Not her lips, not her core. For that she was grateful, but the scare had put her into a state of shock where she wasn't thinking clearly. In fact, Mito hadn't even been thinking at all. It all seemed like it was so real, like it was going to happen no matter what. She was so lost in her mind that she didn't even feel herself being wrapped up in a material that wasn't her own. When she gazed at the Uchiha, his armor was off and the first layer of his hakama was what he was using on her.

The man put his armor over his secondary layer of his hakama. His kimono that was over-topping her body, he didn't even bother trying to fit onto her. It would have taken a lot of time that wasn't meant to be used for such a thing. So instead he just draped her in his clothing like it was a blanket, and then he picked her up and put her over his shoulder like she was a dead body.

"I hate you." she whispered.

Mito struggled to keep herself awake, but her eyes were burning with tiredness and she felt nauseous because of the entire ordeal. But every time she blinked, it seemed to get her even wearier and exhausted than she had been formerly. Though she had only just woke up about an hour or so ago, the girl had felt more drained than she had ever thought to be. Dying wouldn't be so bad, she thought. A peaceful death where she fell asleep and never woke up, now that would be perfect.

Uzumaki Mito had given into her senses and her mind slowed and her breathing started to go more softly. As she started to slip into her state of insentience, she remembered slightly welcoming the world of pretend and magic that she wished was real.

When the Uzumaki girl had awoken, her field of vision was much different than before. Instead of a flat set of land marked with trees, she was being carried slowly down a narrow path in a very steep and mountainous range. She felt like she was hanging by a string when the Uchiha was carrying her because if she leaned over in the slightest- it would mean that she was a goner. She would probably hit her head on stone and be carried away by the river below.

For a moment, Mito had considered this. Anywhere but with him would be better. But she hadn't even gone through her life yet. She had yet to become a woman, she had yet to get married and have children and grandchildren. Mito always knew she had been born only to do this, but she had also become a greater kunoichi than any Uzumaki lady. Or at least that was what her grandmother had told her, and Mito always wanted to believe it.

Despite her father's dislike of her training, she did it anyways. She had received training from the elders of Uzushiogakure and her clan and had read many ancient manuscripts. Mito had discovered her own personal element by herself, which was the rarest one of them all. All the while Saimei dove into elegant kimonos and the idea of childbearing at a very early age. Mito couldn't die yet. The girl had things she needed to do, people she wanted to see.

Mito hung there like a doll made from straw; she wasn't even holding onto her captor. She was being hauled as if she was nothing but a sack of potatoes. The man didn't even struggle while carrying her, but Mito wasn't very heavy, either. Though she hated to admit it, she was comfortable; safe even. The redhead had known some of the few advantages of being a captive. It meant that no harm would come to her as long as she was worth value to his enemies.

She just had to hope that Senju Hashirama would cooperate.

Many men would probably break their sacred oath in a second if they had learned that someone had taken their betrothed captive. She had known many men who favored the tightness of a woman's cunt or the overpowering feeling of sheer drunkenness. Perhaps even money, gambling or something of the sort. They would remove any oaths or promises without a second thought. It worried Mito, slightly. But this man was supposed to be one of the greatest shinobi ever. He wouldn't forsake a title like that for any of those things.

But still, Mito had never met this man. The girl had also heard about the Uchiha in that sort of way. In a way that seemed as if he and his rival were the sun and the moon. Mito had heard things about him that weren't particularly good, but not evil. He was supposed to be a man of honor, a man of righteousness, but mostly a family man. Now that Mito had known him, for the very short time she did, she could only describe him as a monster.

What if this Senju Hashirama had tried to take her like this Uchiha Madara did? Or were the Uchiha's intentions fake all along? Maybe he had never wanted to hurt her. Maybe he had just wanted to scare her. That seemed logical enough. But Mito was a woman. A vulnerable woman with something that every man wanted, and why would Madara be any different than that? He had already touched her in vile, cruel ways that had hurt Mito a lot more than it should have.

When Mito had gotten wind a whiff of the salty sweet air she quivered a little. She knew where the man was taking her. But why? What reason could this Uchiha stranger possibly have to take her to a place like this? Hot springs were supposed to be places of calm, meditated mornings and peaceful evenings. Some even chose them for a location to practice in quiet if the place was isolated enough, but everything… Everything was so wrong, this man didn't make any sort of sense.

Madara had wanted destruction. He had no conscience or guilt or remorse. His mind was a flood of violence and nothing more. The Uchiha had said it himself- he was going to brutally kill her in front of the man that she was to marry. Yet hot springs and their inns were always symbolized as zen places, almost as if they were dojos. Some minor clan had even taken a mountain with a steam pool as it's banner. The place was the opposite of everything Madara had ever stood for.

After the walk, Madara had stopped and though Mito could only see what was behind the man she had concluded that the duo had arrived at this place. Mito had tried to clear her throat but she failed miserably, as she hadn't talked for hours and the last shred of voice that was left in her was yelling and screaming. "You," she began only shortly before coughing. "Uchiha… Why did you bring me to this place?"

The redhead had felt his muscles tighten and then release, as if he was upset or frustrated. "This will be our home for the time being. The owner owes me a favor, you see." the man hadn't cared to elaborate, because as soon as he stopped talking, he started walking again. The sound of a door sliding open was the only sound that Mito heard afterwards, aside from the tune of water hitting water, but that was probably a waterfall.

"Ah! Uchiha-sama!" the voice of an elderly man had said. He didn't sound like he was going to croak, like most old people did- including her grandmother. But instead he had sounded pleasant and reassuring, it maid Mito shiver. How could anyone think so highly of this man? As a last act of disappointment, the only thing she could do was roll her eyes at both the elderly man and this Uchiha Madara.

"What brings you here, Uchiha-sama?" an elderly woman's voice was heard next. The two were probably husband and wife. But her tone was more crumbly than her assumed-husband. She had the voice of her grandmother, almost. It was scratchy and you could tell that she had a hard time keeping up with her age. The woman's voice just wanted to stay younger, but simply couldn't. The familiarity in the two voices spooked the girl a little bit.

"I've come to collect my payment." this man was doing everything but procrastinating. Gods, he was so direct and unsharpened, much like she was. Mito didn't admit that, nor did she even think it. This man was pure evil, it was amazing that Mito hadn't flung herself down the mountain or tried to put up a fight. But she had known that doing so would cause more trouble for herself. It would cause unspeakable things, things that Mito would much rather keep confidential.

"Well of course you have!" replied the cheerful man. Mito heard a pair of rushing steps walking from the wood onto the ground and soon enough she could hear the breathing of the two hosts blatantly in front of Madara. "What will you have us do, Uchiha-sama?" it was the woman's voice now. The couple had seemed to love taking turns; Mito had to admit it was cheesy but somehow right. Marriage was supposed to be about love and Mito had found herself in a loveless engagement currently.

"You will allow me to live here for however long I seem fit along with my lover." the second his cool, confidant voice had said that, Mito had lost her words. She didn't know what to do, say or think. The girl couldn't even process that properly, she was completely thrown back and in total awe of the situation. She would have screamed if she had the voice, she would have fought back if she had the capabilities. But all of that was taken away from her at the moment.

"That seems appropriate!" the old man had said, and she could feel Madara start to walk again. "You two may have the bedroom at the very top! Stay as long as you like!"