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!
A/N: I have so much inspiration for this coupling it's insane. I think it's mostly because I basically have no restrictions to the two of them. I mean SasuSaku has history and personality and that's why they're my OTP, but with MadaMito… Can you guess? I can make them whoever I want them to be. I don't have as many limits with the two of them which makes me think more and more about what I could do with them, it's great and I feel so completely energetic when I type the story out.
Also I was originally going to release this chapter next Friday, but since it's Valentine's Day and romance equals happiness, I am releasing it TODAY because this is a long Author's Note, I just wanted to share that with you for some unknown reason. I like to talk okay. Enjoy the story, little birds! Make sure to review, please, please, please! Sixty viewers and one review is not making my day any better and I would be inspired x100 (and not to mention I'd be typing like Bruce Almighty!) if you would just give me a shout or whatever you'd like. Thank you to the guest, Lucy and donnaforgot for reviewing chapter three, it means a lot!
"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."
Quote by Orson Welles
MADARA
Old Man Asahi and his wife took their leave once they had both escorted himself and the Uzumaki girl to the place they would be staying at. The room wasn't very spacious, but it was the biggest one in the inn, he knew. Completed with a small circular window and a washroom and a single bed, the room was quite nice and clean and simple. It was admittedly cozy, though nothing could replace his home with the other Uchiha who he deemed now as traitors.
Madara dropped the girl on the bed from his height and she almost went bouncing off. Her face was held in a pout meanwhile her eyes told a different story. He had figured out almost as soon as he had met her that those eyes were mirrors of her true emotion. While her jawline and lips had told him that she was upset everything that had happened thus far- her eyes had expanded and told him that she had fear in her heart and that rendered her speechless. The girl looked like she would cry.
Pathetic little thing, she was. Though he had to give her some credit for living up to the Uzumaki name- she's quick on her feet and very tempered, which can be good in a fight. He had recognized that great fire sealing method as a trade element seal kept secreted in the clan, but even that wasn't good enough for him. She was strong, yes, probably more so than any kunoichi he had encountered. But all of that was at a fault for the rebellious girl. Her age and will was what made her weak.
She didn't have a purpose; she wasn't fighting for anyone or anything. It was as if she only learned the shinobi arts to prove something or take advantage of it. Her life was probably perfect- living on a practically desolate island with countless allies and protection. She was nothing compared to the shinobi he had faced. The Uzumaki girl was what? Sixteen? Something or another… But she had no discipline or experience in war, and Madara loathed the fact.
The girl was so young and innocent that Madara had figured that he could never acknowledge her openly. It was hard to do so even thinking about it. She was almost as useless as those bandits that he had killed yesterday. The only thing that the Uzumaki had that was beneficial was her name and her betrothed. If those scumbag outlaws had known who she was, they would have taken her to the nearest collection agency and sold her for a quick piece of gold without so much as laying a single finger upon her.
Luckily Madara had been in the right place, and now Hashirama would most certainly find himself in a troubling dispute. He couldn't wait to take the girls heart out and throw it on that Senju's smug face. It would all happen in a few seconds, and before he could do anything about it, that bitch Mito would be on the floor in a pile of blood. That wouldn't be his only vengeance, Madara wanted to do everything in his power to make sure Hashirama would never be safe and happy. He owed him that much.
"We're not lovers, why would you tell them such a thing?" the Uzumaki girl asked. There was terror in her voice and that was exactly how the Uchiha had liked it. When Madara turned to face her, her eyes looked away from him. She didn't even want to look at him, but Madara preferred it so. No more would she be that disrespectful little brat that lashed out. No, once he was done with her she would shutter at his very presence.
"It makes more sense, wouldn't you say so? Was I supposed to tell them that you're my hostage? How well would that go over? If I say that we're lovers they won't have any suspicions you silly little girl." Madara scoffed. He almost rolled his eyes or even laughed at her naivety, but that would probably give the Mito girl some ease and that was the last thing that Madara had ever wanted to give the bitch.
"If any of your enemies figure out that you have taken on a mistress, then you'll be vulnerable." she had concluded, still looking anywhere but at the intimidating crimson eyes of the Uchiha. Madara hadn't even needed to think her words thoroughly. They were a means of scaring him, and that much he knew for certain. All this girl was trying to do was make him bend towards her will, and that he wouldn't do even if it killed him.
"Enemies?" It was all he could do from not laughing his ass off at her conclusion. It wasn't even worth pitying, that blood-haired girl. She was too oblivious to even the most obvious of things. "Somewhere along the way did you bump your head, or are you sincerely that stupid? You seemed to have forgotten who I am."
Finally, the redheaded Uzumaki had met with his eyes; fear coiled into them, yet boldness as well. Her expression showed nothing of the horror her eyes had, she looked to be strong. But once you looked into her wholesome eyes, you could see every bit of thought she was thinking. The girl was terrified, truly. She was raised not to be afraid of anything or at the very least show fear to your enemies. Yet she could have fooled him without those orbs that would be such a nuisance.
That poor girl, she was so perfect that it was unrealistic. She was fragile to the sense that Madara could break her in an instant. There she sat, effortlessly beautiful and so entirely delicate like she would break under any more pressure. He had almost broken her; he had almost smashed her glass existence in his hands. The Uchiha was so tempted to take her then and there while she lied defenseless on the bed; taking such innocence would make Madara feel indescribable.
Despite the bruise he had given her, despite the dried up blood and the scratches all over her pale body she still seemed to be the ideal young girl. It was no wonder Hashirama had sought for her, he had a say in who he would marry of course. He was to be named the Hokage in a short amount of time. Senju Hashirama could have anyone he ever so desired and he chose this girl. This one defiant, hell of a child and the God of Shinobi had wanted her.
Madara didn't know whether it was the fact that Hashirama had wanted her so bad, or the fact that she was giving him an unsettling feeling that he terribly wished to shatter her in sexual ways that he couldn't quite explain. What a shame her unspeakable attitude had deprived her of any real respect from Madara. Though she looked like she was something, she would always be nothing. She would always be that devilish girl who demanded too much and gave nothing in return.
The Uchiha battled those thoughts inside of his head. He only wanted to fuck the girl and that was it. No annoying feelings involved at all. She was worthless and at the end of the day, that overruled his sexual desires by much and more. A girl like her can try and outdo a man of his substance, but she would miserably fail and it would cost the girl her life. Madara couldn't wait to feel her warm blood around his hand as he killed her. He couldn't wait to take the life from those eyes.
"I haven't forgotten." she had said. But she doesn't care. No matter which way Madara had looked at it, this Uzumaki Mito didn't care much for names or titles. Even for one's such as his and even Hashirama's. She didn't seem to be saying that her betrothed would pay a hostage fee; she hadn't made any empty threats concerning Hashirama. This girl simply didn't care for anyone but herself. Though sometimes, it seemed that she didn't even care about her own safety.
"Well I hope you haven't gotten too cozy because we're leaving." those words made Mito's expression go from bold to sour. She was confused at his actions, he could tell, but they always meant something. One thing Uchiha Madara didn't do was procrastinate, he got things done, be them dirty work or not. The man didn't mind being the bad guy if it meant getting what was right for him. Being a hero wasn't in his best wishes, unlike Hashirama.
"But we just got here!" it almost sounded as if she was complaining, but then again, what would she complain about? It wasn't like she wanted to be here, it wasn't her choice in the matter. But Madara waved his hand away as soon as she got the notion that they were actually leaving the mountain and inn. No, things were just getting started. Madara couldn't wait until he had the perfect chance to get his sweet revenge.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid." Madara mocked. He then grabbed the bruised and battered girl from the bed and hauled her back down the stairs and out the doors of the inn. As he walked, he could feel that she was trying her hardest to kick him down or something of the same matter. All of her efforts were useless, though. Madara had known that his throw had hit her hard, and even an Uzumaki or a Senju would have troubles healing with their fast rates when it was a throw like his.
Madara didn't need to look at the Katari Mountain map to know where he was going, he had trained a few times at this same mountain. He went down the short little trail that led him to the hot springs that were just as steamy as any smoke bomb. But as soon as he entered the thick veil of smoky water, he started to get sweaty. Thankfully, he would be washed up in no time and cleansed after the long days of walking in the sun.
He also needed to get the wench cleaned up; the girl was covered with more dirt than Madara. He couldn't have her looking like a pile of sticks and leaves, the inn owners would start to question how well he was treating her. Not good of course, and no amount of cleanliness could change that. But the Uchiha had wanted it to seem like she was good enough for him, meaning she couldn't have an ugly face or infected scratches all over herself.
"Gods, you're taking me to the springs out of all places? Are you bathing me as well?" she blabbed. Dammit, that girl was so annoying. Madara so badly wanted to leave her tied up in the woods for the wolves and crows to feed on her flesh. Why did she have to be so important out of any girl? Why couldn't that damned Hashirama chosen a girl more suited to keeping her mouth shut and only speak when she was directly spoken to.
Once the duo had gotten to the frontal part of the hot springs, it seemed that they were the only ones there as there were no garments or footwear. But luckily enough, there was a small wooden bench a few feet away from the drop off for the water. He put the Uzumaki girl on the bench and took off his shoes first, followed by hers. How would he do this? How could he possibly have to take care of her like this?
"Are you going to undress me?" the girl asked, innocently. Madara could barely see her from his very few feet away because the steam was so thick. The Uchiha wondered how the redhead would act if he did. He did make it look like he was going to force her, when really it was all just a big misunderstanding. Madara would never do such a thing truly, he only pretended to do so in order to cause more fear from her. He liked fear.
She would probably scream if he tried to, and if she did Madara could see himself twisting her neck around and pulling it from the socket. How was it so impossibly hard to not fear a man such as himself? It made the whole situation so much worse for Madara; he had to struggle to take control when he had always been the one pulling the reigns, the one that was always in control. Why did she have to be so fucking stubborn?
"Do you want to be clean?" Madara responded, sarcastically. Her rhetorical questions were really starting to piss Madara off. Even with the circumstances of what had happened earlier that day, the Uzumaki girl couldn't expect to be given advantages and rights. She was a hostage, not a companion! The only reason Madara hauled her around was because she would only slow them down a heck of a lot more. Though he admitted it would have been much easier if he hadn't beaten her so hard.
"I'd rather stay dirty if that's the case." she let her arms relax at the sides, making them droop down to the floor so her hands were brushing the wooden plates that separated the hot springs from the standing area. "I mean what would you do in my situation, you know? Would you let someone who tried to rape you take off your clothes again if you were a female?"
Madara sighed. "I didn't try to rape you." The Uchiha almost sounded like he was being defeated by a young, uninformed girl such as herself. She played him for a fool, Madara knew that he did. Why else would she be testing him the way that she did? Yet she didn't learn her lesson and she probably never will unless Madara did do the deed. She wouldn't have even looked his way again and he would have been her master for all he knew.
"I'm pretty sure you did." she argued, sounding like she had already relieved herself that everything was going to be okay. In that short amount of time, the redhead wasn't begging for him to stop or even sounding like she was afraid. No, now she sounded like she could beat him in any fight, that she would always have the upper hand. Madara had to take a few breaths of air to reassure himself that it was all just a phase to see how easy it would be for themselves while being a hostage.
"You held me down and cut off my cloth. You climbed on top of me, you touched me, you bit at me and I even saw your cock." the words sounded so uncouth coming out of her. It sounded much worse than Madara had intended it to be, he never meant to hurt her in that way, or sexually abuse her or whatever she may think. Even Uchiha Madara wasn't as low as that, despite what everyone believes. He was thinking about it, of course, but never would he do it.
"It was all an act." Madara had said truthfully. "Now either take your clothes off yourself and hop into that spring, or else I will do it for you and throw you in it." Madara took his armor off slowly, followed by the second layer of his hakama. The Uchiha had set them all aside so they wouldn't get soaking wet. He would have to wash them later on, as well. When he was on his last layer of clothing, he looked over at the Uzumaki who hadn't even made an attempt at moving.
"Can't you heal yourself?" Madara questioned the girl. But he already knew the answer. She had chakra, yes, but Madara had mistakenly thrown her against the tree using a great force of power that she probably wasn't used to. The Uchiha knew he shouldn't have done such a thing because of her lack of mobility, but at the same time his anger was so balled up and she was pissing him off- or still pissing him off rather.
"I will undress myself." Even though the redhead had barely the capability to do so, she would rather that then be exploited by that man again. She was probably in a severe pain episode, but her being an Uzumaki would mean that she would heal within the next day or so, whereas most people would have been hospitalized for a month for Madara's power is nothing to be messed around with. Surely this Uzumaki Mito would have understood by now.
She groaned loudly in pain as she sat herself up. The effects weren't nearly as bad as before, Madara had concluded. The girl was healing fast compared to others he had seen, it was remarkable. When he had been on top of her, it looked as if it was as painful as breaking every bone in your body. But now, she could make small movements even though it hurt her to do so. The Uzumaki clan were an impressive bunch. Though not nearly as much as the Senju or Uchiha.
"Look away." she demanded softly. She sat there; looking up at him, waiting for him to do is duty and turn away so she could get undressed. The girl wouldn't expose herself to him, he knew that much. So he turned around and waited for her. The redhead whimpered in pain and groaned and he heard the soft falling of his kimono from around her. Madara knew that she was completely naked, he had given her that kimono to put around her and when he did she had no clothes on.
Before Madara could turn back around and face her, he had already heard the faint droplets and splashes of water, which meant she had struggled to get into the hot springs, but she did so without having him see her. It seems that was her mission, she didn't want to be looked at or touched by Madara in any way possible, and the Uchiha completely understood it. He hated her as much as she hated him, there was nothing more to be said.
The Uchiha removed his last layer of clothing and now he was completely bare. He walked slowly into the water and his nerves were enraptured at the soothing heat that was bouncing from the water and seeping into the pores of his skin. In all honesty, Madara had thought it a wonderful feeling, gracious and this was the only peace that the Uchiha would ever allow. As selfish as it may sound, when he was submerged into water such as this, he didn't really feel the need to do much of anything else.
Katari Mountain hot springs may be luxurious and calming, but they weren't as big as most and the springs and the inn were very hard to get to. It was the reason the elderly couple didn't usually have any business. The inn and mountain was usually reserved for wanderers or something of the like. The business was so out of the way from everywhere else, it was desolate and scarcely anyone knew about it.
Luckily enough, the springs had a small enough circumference that he could plainly see the girls' whereabouts and they went deep so she wouldn't have to feel unsafe about him seeing her womanly parts. Madara sighed and swung his arms to the edges of the water and used them to relax and hold himself up. Meanwhile, he watched the Uzumaki girl sink below the water with everything below her nose plunged and start to blow bubbles under the water.
"Quit mucking around and scrub yourself clean." Madara said before he closed his eye to unwind himself a bit more. He had gotten himself in a good position and the perfect level of comfort before he heard the small, childish sounds of the underwater bubbles again. His eyes popped open, obviously in complete torment, glaring at the girl. She immediately stopped once he looked at her that way and even positioned herself so that she was a little farther above water.
"You would like that wouldn't you?" she said, standing up so he could glimpse everything from her collar bones to the tip of her head. She turned her head like a confused dog when his attention was caught by her. Madara was used to it by now, even the very short time he had known her. The girl was trying to anger him. "You want to watch me wash myself, don't you? You- the noble Uchiha Madara, wants to stare at my naked body and-"
That damned girl was crossing the line already; he had outwardly succeeded in making him angry. "Shut up." he demanded which seemed like the umpteenth time. The girl glimpsed at him through innocent and judging eyes. Madara had mastered so many jutsu and was considered to be one of the best shinobi. He was an Uchiha for fuck sakes, and he had gotten to the Eternal Mangekyou by the age of sixteen years old and had many battles with Senju Hashirama. He was Uchiha Madara, a shinobi feared throughout the land.
Yet this young Uzumaki girl was mocking him like he was a monkey in a cage. She seemed so oblivious; he could kill her in less than a blink of an eye without so much as making a splash. He could murder her in any possible way; the quickest way. He had warned her, he had even stripped her down and violated her in the guiltiest way possible and she was talking to him like they were equals. That he should respect her.
"Why should I?" she asked with confidence. The question almost made Madara completely dumbfounded, that pretty little idiot. "If you have to keep me alive then I can do whatever I want and you can't punish me by killing me. You can't train me to your liking; it just doesn't work that way. The only thing you'll be able to do is torture me."
"You forgot about one thing." Madara assured her. She didn't have to question him on that subject; the girl had already known what he meant. She didn't turn away in terror at his threat and now that she undoubtedly faced him, he could see that the Uzumaki girl had known something. Something that relieved her, the redhead had a different set of emotions in her facial structure and even in her chestnut eyes.
"Your threats don't mean anything." the girl had started laughing. "I may not know about men as much as most women but I do know a thing or two." Madara was about to interrupt this girl but she had said something that sparked his interest. The girl seemed to be covered in a thick blanket of surprise, there was always something at least a little unexpected that she did which made Madara want to learn about it and kill her all the more.
The redhead crept closer and closer to him, going very slowly. All of her actions were confusing to him, she didn't seem different but something turned the tides of what she had known up until now. The Uzumaki girl stopped about six feet or so in front of him and smiled at him. It was a true smile which made Madara all the more upset. She definitely knew something that he didn't and it made him furious.
"There are two types of men in this world: moral men and wicked men." this made Madara think for a moment, but not too much as his thoughts were down casted when the girl continued her little lesson. "Moral men think with their gut and their heart. They would fight for their nation, kill or be killed or skin a rabbit." The Uzumaki sighed. "Wicked men think with their head and their cock. They would slaughter a child, kill for pleasure or butcher a songbird."
She stopped and evaluated the Uchiha. "As much as it pains me to say it, you're half a moral man, Uchiha Madara. You wouldn't have killed me; I am nothing more than a child. Nor would you have done it for pleasure, and you most certainly weren't going to penetrate me, you're too upright. If you were going to rape me, you would have done it already. Though I may not have known it then, I saw it deep inside your eyes before I told you to look away from me while I undressed."
The Uchiha was rendered astounded. He didn't know whether to feel extremely angry that she had known that he wouldn't do it or completely impressed about it. That damned redhead, Madara had an array of confusion whenever she spoke. How is it possible to be treated the way he was by someone such as herself? A child she was, yes, and childish she may be, but she was intelligent in an odd sort of way, she knew what she was doing.
The proud Uchiha sneered. He had slaughtered a child before, but that was when he, too was a child. Madara had taken pleasure from killing people; he remembered the band of outlaws from yesterday, there was great pleasure killing them. But he couldn't think of a time when he had killed a songbird, though he wished that he had just so he could prove the Uzumaki wrong. "I am not a good man, and if you think so then you're obviously mental."
The Uzumaki girl had just finished grooming her abnormally long red hair when he had said so, but the only thing that the girl did was chuckle. Of course she did, she thought she knew everything. "I never said you were good. In fact you're probably the most malicious man I know. I only said that you are different than most men in the aspect of where you put your faith."
"Where I put my faith?" Madara repeated. He stared at the redhead like she was a halfwit or crazy at the least. "You think you know everything in the world, don't you?" he gave her a moment to respond but she only looked away in abhorrence and even rolled her eyes. "Well know this, girl, I would break every bone in your body and not think twice about it. I could do it anytime; I possess the power to do so. So I suggest you watch your bothersome little tongue before I rip it out of your mouth."
She had given Madara one last flash of frustration before she turned to leave the hot springs. The girl walked slowly to the shallow part and had walked right out of the water, with her long hair soaking wet a little past her buttocks. Even when she said all of those things about her figuring out the truth about his intentions with the rape, she had still bothered to hide herself away from him. Madara quickly scrubbed the rest of the dirt from himself and followed her back.
When the Uchiha had resurfaced from the depths of the boiling water and the suffocating steam, he had already seen that the girl was dressed in his hakama that he had given her to wear. She was draining the remaining water from her red hair. When he looked at her, she gave him no recognition; it was like her assertive attitude a few minutes ago was fake, because now she looked like she was depressed. This girl was much too moody.
Not caring that the nakedness of his body was exposed he slowly walked over to the pile of clothing and armor and began putting them on. Once he had strained his thick black hair from the water, he put on his first layer of clothing. It took him quite a bit of adjusting, with the water droplets still attached to his skin- it made it hard to put any material on at all, but in any case he managed. Once his first layer was on properly, he began on the next.
The Uchiha had his first two layers of clothing on and once he did, he temporarily ignored his armor and looked at the Uzumaki who was putting her hair into a braid at the side of her head. "I'm going to need my hakama back, girl." Honestly, Madara didn't need it back; he just wanted revenge on the girl for disobeying him and talking to him like she had no respect. She could walk back to the inn naked for all he cared.
"What?" she questioned, as if she thought there was a disturbance in the words that he used for her. She quickly finished her braid and used a left over strand of hair to ensure that her thick red weave would stay carefully and not spill out of the precise hair formation that she had created. The Uzumaki girl then stood up with the hakama on properly this time. It only made her look worse than before; it was baggy and draped over her skin too much.
"I said I'm going to need my attire back, so take that off and give them to me… Now." her face had gotten sour and offended, but she was in the exact place that Madara had wanted her to be. Enough with her babbling all of her illusionary thoughts to him, he had it with her. She would go back to the inn and walk through the lobby wearing nothing but those long red locks that she called natural hair. On the outside, Madara's expression stayed cold as stone, but on the inside he smirked.
"But I'll be naked and I don't have any other clothes." she complained, whining as if she were a small child who had gotten their toy taken away.
"That's quite unfortunate for you, then, isn't it?" Madara folded his arms, waiting impatiently for the girl to take them off and give them back. The sooner they got back to the inn, the sooner he could start devising a true plan, the sooner he would get to kill that annoying excuse for a woman, Uzumaki Mito and that miserable oaf that would be her husband.
"Now that's not very gentleman like." a voice gloomed over, one that didn't belong to himself or the redhead standing in front of him. A shadow made itself apparent walking from the path and directly beside Uzumaki. "My lady is very beautiful and she shouldn't have to expose herself in such a stimulating manner. Here, I've brought you some clothes, anyhow." The figure handed the young girl a thick piece of fabric neatly folded.
Madara had to take a second look, because through the thick misty vapour, he could have sworn that the man who was talking was none other than Senju Hashirama.