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: It's been absolutely dreadful for me the past few months, so that's why a chapter hasn't been added in that span of time. I'm dreadfully sorry to the reviewers/followers that like the story, I've been somewhat of a hiatus without telling anyone. I've got a new computer and so far everything is going well. This chapter was terribly hard to write, but I did it! Thanks for those who stuck around and I promise you, more things will be on their way, so stay tuned! 3 If you see any mistakes, grammar/spelling errors PLEASE tell me! Enjoy, little doves!

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strengthh, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."

Quote by Lao Tzu

MITO

In an angry flash, Uchiha Madara had the mystery man up in the air with his hand gripped around his neck, obviously trying to suck all the air out of his lungs. Since Mito had known this man, she had truly understood that grabbing people by the neck and lifting them above was a move that he seemed to enjoy doing. The Uchiha had seemed to like solving all of his problems by letting the oxygen drain from their lungs, and there is certainly better ways to die than that.

The man who had offered her the kimono had looked to be extremely handsome with brown hair the stretched down past his shoulders. His skin wasn't as pale as the Uchiha's, in fact it had a lightened tan which made the Uzumaki girl feel more comforted even though he was more of a stranger than Madara was. He had talked with such courtesy and kindness that Mito had almost forgotten what such a thing was in the course of the very short while she had been the Uchiha's captive.

"What are you doing?" she yelled, watching the Uchiha's dark, inky orbs change into those demonic eyes with those immaculate tomoe's swirling inside the crimson. His eyes looked disturbingly beautiful and dangerous all at the same time. Mito had wanted to look into eyes such as his, but she had already done so and it had led her to a world where pain was an understatement. But luckily for the brown-haired guy, Madara's eyes only showed the three commas.

The Uchiha threw the man against the wooden bench that was there, grabbed Mito by the arm and leapt a few feet away, preparing for a jutsu. The mist gave Mito a hard time reading his seals and she couldn't figure out the last seal, even if she was almost hovering over the man. As Mito expected there to be a massive fireball, in its place a gigantic wave formed from the pools of the hot spring that they had just come out of.

"Stop it!" she screamed, but he wasn't listening. Mito weakly pushed on the Uchiha's right shoulder hoping that he would take a stumble and the jutsu would diminish. But the plan backfired as Madara didn't budge and instead pushed her down to the ground, making her bruises and bones hurt more. As the wave shadowed over the polite stranger, Mito realized that Madara wasn't playing a game. He was going to try to drown this kind, young man in a fit of rage.

Gods be good, they just had to make a man who didn't listen like Uchiha Madara. He was so stubborn and prideful that Mito couldn't stand it. Madara was controlling the entire hot springs water with his hands and the wave even collected water out of thin air, it seemed. With every passing second, the wave grew bigger and bigger until it shadowed the pool area and even outside of it, but not quite reaching the inn.

Mito didn't really think of any plan, she just formed the six simple seals as fast as she possibly could. Uzumaki Clan's Secret Element Absorb Jutsu. She held out her palm and the water that was in the wave started to become muddled and chaotic, and the water and chakra started to drain into her hand until there was nothing left but a startled stranger and an angered Uchiha. The entire hot springs were engulfed into Mito's unknown realm, all the chakra was mixed into her own and she would release the water when she had time.

"You stupid, stupid girl!" The Uchiha shrieked in madness. Mito had no idea what was going on, but she was grateful for the powerless inn owner to show up with wide eyes and a confused expression. Hopefully he would talk some sense into the Uchiha. Madara picked up Mito from the ground by her arm and then took her shoulders with each hand. She was forced to look into his eyes, hoping that she wouldn't be absorbed by his petrifying delusions.

The redhead was waiting for the agony to come at her in the Uchiha's world, like the one that she had been through before where he was collecting her memories. Mito had then came to know that it was the most evil jutsu that she had ever been through in her life, and prayed to the gods that she wouldn't have to go back to that hell. The world never came, though. His Sharingan eyes didn't do anything but read her.

"What's going on here? Uchiha-san? Nezu?" the old man questioned, appearing to be startled along with the brown-haired man who was apparently Nezu. Mito wasn't particularly startled; she was just highly confused about Madara. He seemed to have the actions of a man who was crazy or blind, because it seemed to Mito like the man didn't have any idea about what he was doing. That poor Nezu didn't even look like a shinobi.

Madara slowly let go of her shoulders and gave a studying stare at Nezu. The man roughly took Mito's arm and walked irritably towards the two men, pulling her along with him. "I thought you were someone else." Mito had thought that the apology that Madara had given the man and the inn owner was officially obnoxious, if that was his idea of saying sorry then it was the worst possible way. The Uchiha almost drowned that poor Nezu and he couldn't even say a simple word like 'sorry' to him?

As Mito thought about the apology and the potential drowning of that poor handsome man, she had realized that she had to purge the water out of her sealed hand or else she faced bodily harm. The girl put her palm towards the hot springs and muttered the releasing words. The entire hot springs water crashed down to its original setting and slightly overflowing because of the additional water that the Uchiha had added.

Madara picked up his armor and shifted past the two men, with his hand still locked around Mito's arm. He pulled her away, leaving the two men in complete disarray. Madara hurried back to the inn and once Madara opened the door, he pushed Mito inside and slammed the door shut. The Uchiha even locked it as if he was in total fear. In reality, Mito was slightly amused at his obvious discomfort. She hadn't ever seen him with so much worry on his face, though it was shown very faintly behind his usual mask of emotionlessness.

"Don't get in my way." the man informed her, looking down upon Mito who was hissing at the ache of being thrown to the ground with her painful vulnerability. She could only close her eyes in disappointment, this man was being rash. He was afraid of something, Mito knew this, and the more she had thought about it, the more she wanted to find out what it was. Something about Nezu sparked his worry, it had seemed.

"You were about to kill an innocent man." Mito explained. She remembered hearing Madara mention something about the wrong man. His concern was towards another man, then. And that other man must look like Nezu in some way or another. It was near impossible for an Uchiha to be deceived, yet it seemed like the man had looked almost identical to someone that Madara could possibly be afraid of.

But the only person Mito could think that Madara would be afraid of was none other than Senju Hashirama. If Madara had that big of a problem and line of vengeance with the man, he must consider the Senju to be superior or at least an equal. Every young shinobi knows that the two have feuded for quite the years, especially with the two clans despising each other. It all made perfect sense.

Mito also had quite the idea of what her husband would look like, and though she wasn't one for being wretchedly girly like her sister, the Uzumaki had to admit that he was quite the looker and she did take a notice in boys. In some form of unusual feeling, a thousand little trickles filled the emptiness of her stomach. She had guessed that it fell with the term of getting butterflies. All of a sudden, she couldn't wait to meet the man who looked like Nezu and who was at a match with Uchiha Madara.

"Innocent or not, it doesn't matter. All men must die." Madara threw his armor to the side and sat on the bed with his head between his hands. Mito saw no reason to argue with his statement, for it was true that all men must die, and if she did end up arguing with him she would probably be slashed across the face with something, and now especially because his madness was taking over his thought processes.

For about an hour, Madara sat on the bed in the same position, not moving. If Mito wasn't a kunoichi, then she would think the man was dead. His ragged, short breaths were falling into a pattern with hers in the room that was so silent that a pin could be heard dropping from the room next to theirs. Mito lied on the ground, not saying a single thing that could upset the Uchiha, but instead her belly spoke for her. It growled like it was a mutt.

Madara stood up from the bed and walked over to Mito's heels. She was so wrapped up in boredom that she had begun counting the swirl patterns on the ceiling wood, so it took her a few moments to realize that the long-haired Uchiha man was standing at her feet. When she noticed him, he looked the same as ever. That insufferable, impenetrable look of his made Mito want to kick him hard in the face.

Madara finally grabbed her by the arm and stood her up, leading her out of the room and slamming the door. The man walked her crudely down the hallway, ignoring her small blubs of short pain and her groans of the effects of their fight. He took her down the stairs and into the foyer of the inn. Once he had a look around, he pushed her into the last room on the first level, of which she had never entered before.

Each entered the room with a bitter look on their face as the two seemed to be in the spotlight of several people. Mito ran her eyes around the room a few times, wondering who all of the people could be. She was familiar with the old man who was sitting beside his wife, and across from them was the handsome Nezu, who seemed to be quite uneasy at the arrival of Uchiha Madara and Uzumaki Mito, but probably more so at Madara's entrance. Mito could understand that; Madara had tried to kill him.

The fake-Hashirama was sitting adjacent to a man who shared his eyes and hair color but also appeared older and significantly more attractive. He was most likely Nezu's brother. A woman sat beside him and across from a young fellow who was holding a small child. Another child, older than the smaller one, was in the middle of the family as they ate with a young woman at the corner of the room. They all looked happy and civil, and Madara and herself being there was probably nerve-wracking. They weren't shinobi, they were common folk.

Gods, the room was silent for who knows how long until the young woman from the corner scrambled up and presented herself in front of Madara. She was utterly gorgeous with shoulder-length silky dark hair. Her breasts were big and full and her dark blue kimono showed her developed curves well enough, the woman had the shape of an hourglass and she was impossibly beautiful. She wasn't a girl, she was a matured woman, much older than Mito, she could tell.

"Uchiha-sama," the woman said, tipping her head forward, making it impossible not to look into her wakeful, beady eyes. Her voice was startlingly sexual, but in the right sort of way. Her tight kimono was hugging the sides of her waste and her chest, making her body more appealing and air-tight than a piece of clothing usually should, though she did where it splendidly well. "I heard that you were here, but I couldn't believe it until now."

The woman was practically purring with sexual gratification at the sight of the Uchiha, but even to this woman his eyes didn't flicker, and it didn't look like his intentions wandered either. It was easy enough to tell that this woman had wanted Madara in every way possible. How not? They were both attractive young adults, and it seemed like she could get anything or anyone she wanted, and at that moment Mito thought the same for Madara. He could get anything he wanted, couldn't he?

"Food for two, if you please. We are both tired and hungry." It seemed with elderly people, the Uchiha had been taught some manners, though those sets of manners of being kind to elderly people were just about the only ones that Mito could properly understand. Any other thing that required some sort of kindness or manners, Madara would simply shrug and go forward with his stern figure and any other rude thing he could think of.

"Allow me, Uchiha-sama." the woman volunteered with a seductive grin along with dreamy eyes. The girl must have been a geisha or some sort of actress because she was reeking of femininity that could only be possible with lessons. The woman had surpassed Uzumaki Saimei by long leagues in terms of splendour because even Mito couldn't take her eyes off of the woman, and Mito definitely wasn't into that sort of thing. The woman was so accurately stunning; it was impossible not to.

Mito and Madara, along with the rest of the room, quietly watched the appealing woman grab a spare tray and load rice and vegetables into a ceramic bowl that was already on the tray. She completed the dish with a set of two pieces of tuna and gently handed the tray to Madara and puckered her lips before sitting down in a totally different spot then she was beforehand. The woman then went on to rub the floor in circles, signalling the Uchiha to sit beside her.

Mito's only response-though highly ignored by the woman- was a raised eyebrow. Just right then and there, Mito had lost all of the respect that she had for this woman's beauty. That all went to shit because of her uncultivated intentions. It wasn't as if Mito cared about others having sex, it was the fact that she had obviously wanted Madara for that. Uchiha Madara, the man would be last on the list for any kind of sexual relationship.

Madara passed the tray along to Mito who could only try and figure out what Madara was planning under that face of stone. He then went on to repeat the woman's actions of grabbing a spare tray and filling it with everything that Mito's tray had on it. All the while the woman glared at Mito awkwardly holding the tray of food that she had prepared for Madara. It wasn't supposed to be for Mito, it was for the Uchiha, and Mito could tell that she would be hated for this already.

The Uzumaki sat down a few feet from the family on her knees and smiled at them in gratitude and muttered a quick thanks before she started stuffing food in her face. Gods, she was hungry. As Mito put a huge chunk of tuna in her mouth, Madara sat right beside her, and though their bodies weren't touching, he was still too close for comfort. This action made the woman across from them snarl, but Mito knew that she had nothing to be upset about. Mito was only his hostage, nothing more.

"So, what is your name?" the young man with the child asked. He didn't look very young at all; he looked the youngest out of all of them. The baby that he was holding was asleep and cradled in his arms, it made Mito look twice at the boy to see how old he was. He couldn't be older than her, but he looked like Nezu and the older-Nezu, which probably meant that the three were brothers, the family looked much like each other.

That was a trait that the Uzumaki family had as well, it was easy to distinguish whether they were family or not. All of the Uzumaki's had flamboyant, red hair and brown eyes, her family had quite the strong gene, she had figured. Nobody else in the clan had any different coloring unless they were of the elderly sort. At the last thought, Mito had asked herself who she was. She was a person, yes. She didn't belong to the Uchiha as an object. She was an Uzumaki and it didn't matter how much Madara hated it; that fact would never go away.

"Uzumaki Mito." she replied, having total confidence in her name. A gasp came from someone in the room, but the redhead had ignored it and continued to chomp on her food as if she had never seen it before. Mito remembered how she used to eat before the family left Uzushiogakure. The redhead always ate anything on her plate, be it a mushroom or a piece of squid. There was nothing picky about Mito's taste in food- she loved it all and could probably eat it all if given the chance.

"We've heard of the Uzumaki's, aye." The older-Nezu on the left had said to her. Before anyone could say another thing, though, he had spoken again. "They're nothing compared to the Uchiha's of course, but they are a very powerful clan we have heard." This made Mito look to the left with a disgusted look to her face. The girl had just finished her food and put the tray down in front of her, but she had kept her expression.

"Well you obviously haven't heard everything about the Uzumaki clan because if you have you would have said the Uchiha were nothing compared to us." Mito had tried to keep a lovely tone while voicing her opinion, and when she looked in satisfaction at the Uchiha she smiled exactly like she imagined Saimei smiling whenever Mito got in trouble because of her. That smile was both sarcastic and true, she wanted him to lash out at her and for him to be exposed for the true jerk that he was.

"But, I will forgive you this once as us Uzumaki's pride ourselves in our reputations for kindness and generosity. Now tell me, what are all your names?" Mito silently laughed at the cute naivety of these common folk. It was so nice to be with someone who didn't have a kunai in their hand and a shinobi's title and way. In fact, Mito had truthfully preferred the common folk compared to that of ruthless shinobi who cared about nothing except their blade.

Older-Nezu pointed to the old inn owners. "This is my father, Kawano Asahi and my mother, Kawano Tanaya. But just call my father Old Man Asahi, everybody else does." older-Nezu winked at his father who in return playfully shook his head. He then went on. "Across from me is Nezu, my younger brother three years my junior. Beside Nezu is Ogari, the youngest of my siblings. He's holding his daughter, Nezimi."

As older-Nezu pointed to the woman, she rolled her eyes. "That ugly thing is my wicked-devil of a younger sister and her name is Asahina, named after my father of course." the man was received with a middle finger from his sister. "This is my wife, Yuriko and our son, Ogi. And last but not least is me. My name is Kawano Tanayaru, oldest out of my siblings and named after my lovely mother." While he was introducing himself, it was all with a soft voice which made Mito slightly more relaxed.

"I see," Mito scanned the room looking at their faces and memorizing their names, which weren't that hard to remember. They all looked friendly enough, aside from the woman, Asahina, of course. She looked like a grumpy adolescent girl, and usually that position was reserved for someone of Mito's position. But instead the young woman brought it upon herself while Mito was the complete opposite. "Well you all have beautiful names and a beautiful family. It's nice to meet you all."

"So how long have you two been together?" Ogari, the boy with the child, asked Mito. Mito could only look at the estranged Uchiha and in return he gave her that familiar glower. The redhead could only sigh. Gods, Madara was so annoying, she didn't know what to say ever since Madara had told the elderly couple that they were lovers. The way that Ogari had implied it, seemed like they had told everyone. Even Asahina looked like it wasn't a surprise, though she wasn't at ease with it.

"I guess it's only been a very short amount of time." Mito said, still trying to think of a better response. "Well, I've learned a lot about him, I suppose and a lot of the things I've learned probably won't surprise you at all, to be honest. But it's like we can't be apart for more than ten seconds or else we just go crazy! Isn't that right?" The redheaded Uzumaki turned towards her captor, trying to decipher his approval. It was the best she had, and it was true for the most part.

"You're an enjoyable girl, Mito-sama." Kawano Tanaya, the old man's wife, nodded her head in approval to her. "You and Uchiha-sama balance each other out nicely. You are quite the catch, aren't you?" With Tanaya's last words, her only daughter stormed out of the room and slid the door close with all her might. It made everyone in the eating room stop in silence, each and every person was probably judging her, Mito would expect.

Ignoring what just happened with Asahina; she looked towards the old lady and smiled. "Please, Tanaya-san, just Mito is fine." the elderly lady looked alarmed. She bit her lip and turned her head in confusion, slightly glancing at Madara. Mito followed Tanaya's look towards Madara, and at this point he had pushed aside the remainder of his food with an impregnable expression.

"You're finished your food, so now we're leaving." the Uchiha said, standing up and mulling Mito along with her. Mito was a little offended that Madara would be so greedy in terms of her rights at the inn. It wasn't as if she was going to make an escape plan with these people- they were just common, everyday folk not deadly shinobi assassins. The Uzumaki smiled at the Kawano family and waved her hand before being tugged out of the eatery room and trudged up the stairs.

As soon as Madara had reached their room with Mito being pulled alongside him, Mito was thrown to the ground. It pained her greatly, but not as much as it should have. She silently thanked her Uzumaki genes this time, as she was healing even faster than she expected. The place that she was thrown was only a few inches away from where Madara had thrown her after their little hot spring episode. She balanced herself on her elbows so she could get a better look at the scowling man.

"Why are you like this towards me?" Mito yelled in a tone that mixed immaturity and naivetés together, though the question was anything but. She hadn't done him wrong, she had only tried to escape him by hurting him was all. It wasn't like the famous Uchiha Madara could be hurt anyhow, he was like a gold statue, though probably much more efficient. He couldn't be degraded or broken down, he seemed to be sculpted from the finest sorts of elements and organics there was in the world.

"You're my hostage, don't you remember?" the man said without a faint hint of prosperity. Before Mito could respond to a pompously immoral question as such, he had already slammed the sliding door shut. The door that he had entered to was the chamber pot room, which probably had a ceramic tub and a length of mirror in it. He had the nerve to leave her on the cold wood floor while he got all pampered and did his business in the washroom that was linked to the room.

As Mito was lost in the understandable thoughts of taking Madara and shoving him down a well, there was a slight grunt at the door followed by a tapping sound. Mito's bones hurt everywhere, but not nearly as much as they did the previous day, or even twenty minutes ago. Mito glided her body towards the door as she was laying on the ground but to no avail, as she stopped in her spot and silently groaned at the hurt.

It didn't even matter anymore, Madara popped out of the room and threw open the rice paper doors and to Madara's surprise (not Mito's of course) Asahina stood there in new silks with a large her dark hair in an expensive-looking clip at the back of her head. Some of her pretty hair was hanging sensually at the front of her head, and it made even Mito twinge with jealousy at the girl's extravagant looks. She was pretty; everything that the Uzumaki clan wished Mito to be.

Though her kimono silks were probably cheaper than Mito's, she wore her clothing better than Mito could have ever hoped. For the first time in the Uzumaki girl's life, Mito had wished that she were someone else; someone better. Mito wished she was a girl like this Asahina, or even like her sister, Saimei. Mito had to struggle to keep herself from drooling over this woman like she was a man herself.

"Uchiha-sama," Asahina spoke, with pure cravings. The Kawano woman's neck was lined with a string of pearls, and her short kimono revealed a good amount of her large breasts that mocked Mito's with every moment. As she spoke, her rouge red lips seemed to have that exotic pout that every man lusted for. The woman even had that petit black mole above her lip that was considered to be gracious. Mito looked down at the woman's feet and felt so entirely self-conscious that it was maddening.

"All I wanted was to personally welcome you back to Katari, but with my whole family in the room I couldn't exactly do so. I had hoped you were alone." she put extra emphasis on her words and even looked down to the Uzumaki girl who had a big, messy bob of red covering the majority of her head. "I can see you're busy, I only wanted to talk to you if only for a minute or so. But you've got other issues, apparently."

Asahina glanced up at her 'Uchiha-sama' and pulled her arms closer together, making her breasts appear more desirable. Without another word, Asahina slowly began to face the other way, making a dramatic exit point. She blatantly wanted Madara to stop her, and when he muttered that little squeak of a 'wait,' Mito's jaw dropped instantaneously. The woman fluttered her eyelashes in an attempt to be sexy- and it worked.

The redhead snarled at both of them as Madara picked her up from the ground and dropped her on the bed in a harsh motion, with Kawano Asahina still shamelessly waiting at the threshold of the entryway. The Uchiha never bothered to cover her with blankets or anything, and the bastard even blew out the candle that was right beside the only bed in the room. "Go to sleep." were his last choice of words before he went out of the room and shut the door.