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: It's been awhile since I actually wrote anything for this story. I truthfully work best in an environment that is quiet and internet-less. It's horrible because I don't tend to work on my stuff when I have the internet, but when it goes out I just have so much muse and inspiration. It's crazy- or maybe it's just me… Hmm, I guess I've just been busy being a total wanker and I transferred all of my time and writing to writing communities. Write, write, write, that's all I love to do. But as I started typing in this story, I realized how much I missed it and how much I needed to take up some SasuSaku writing to fuel my needs (wink wink maturity wink). But for now, I'm focusing solely on my precious story between my brand new pairing (it is now one of my favorites even though the community isn't big at all -_-)

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"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

Quote by Judy Garland

MADARA

After a short night of half-pleasure and various screams and shivers from the girl below him, Madara had enough. This Asahina woman was good in bed, she knew every inch of Madara like she was born just to do that; explore him. She kissed every inch of body that he had except for his lips- nobody was eligible to do that, nor has anybody ever done so. Though the woman was what he could describe the best he'd ever had when it came to sexual indulgence, he felt like he needed more; something that she couldn't ever offer him.

"Remember when we used to go at it four times a day?" the Kawano woman sighed. She pursed her lips and lightly scratched her forefinger nail down Madara's bare chest. The Uchiha took her hand and pushed it away, having had enough with the bothersome woman naked beside him. After a few ragged breaths, Madara got up from the futon and got himself dressed again and sat back down, purposely gazing away from Asahina.

"We had so much fun, you and I." she went off with a nostalgic tone that made Madara want to rip her throat out. Was she always this annoying? Madara shook his head at himself and answered his own question. No, she wasn't as annoying as this. Sure, she was always a girl who fawned over him night and day, but never was she so keen and persistent. That fact almost made Madara regret sleeping with her at all, but he had fucked women who might have been more annoying than her, it didn't even matter whether he liked the woman or not. It wasn't their personality he was after.

"Fun was it?" Madara mockingly snickered. It made the smile wipe right off of Asahina's face, she pulled her blankets across her bare breasts feeling a little uneasy at his choice of words and tenor. The laugh itself was enough to throw someone off the edge. "I had always thought you were aware of what I wanted from you. It wasn't fun it was anything but fun. I only wanted you to keep my bed warm for a short period of time, a pair of legs with a cunt in the middle. Nothing more. This doesn't change anything."

The Uchiha turned around to find Asahina biting her lip; she forcefully removed her gaze from his back once he faced her. Her frown was unattractive and she only looked like a complete idiot in his eyes. "Do you love her?" the woman asked, slipping out of the sheets and into her short kimono that sparked his interest. She slipped it slowly over her skin and tied it loosely around her body, revealing a little more than necessary.

"Love her? The redhead you mean?" Madara asked, trying to be as patient as possible with the woman. It wouldn't be particularly courteous to kill the inn owner's only daughter on the first night. Madara couldn't give the woman the same punishments as the Uzumaki girl, though he'd very much like to. The woman made herself seem important to him, and that wasn't what Madara wanted. "Of course not. She might even be more of a fool than you, and that's a whole lot to say."

"So you two are in a sexually violent relationship, I suppose?" her voice was whiny and jealous. She put her now-tousled hair fully back in the clip and wiped a smudge of red lip dye off of her face. Even after getting penetrated by a man such as Madara, she still looked as gorgeous as ever, making the Uchiha a little irritated. "She has a large bruise on her cheek." she pointed to her own cheek and started doing circles on it with her finger to show him.

"Though I do understand why you would pick a girl such as her. She's pretty, though she's only fourteen years old or so. That bruise doesn't make her look any older, but why must you pick such an outspoken one?" Madara mentally rolled his eyes. Now she was trying to suck up to him; she was trying to make him think of her as his personal pet dog that he could pet whenever he wanted to. It was true for the most part, but she was a nuisance which turned him off slightly.

"Though you wish it was your business, it isn't. So I'm telling you now to stay out of it. If you don't I'll make sure to give you the same matching one." He walked towards the door and slipped out of the room, leaving a bewildered woman's gaze drawing after him. Once he walked down the empty hall and entered the room, he felt the ground crumble beneath him and in a rage he gave a second look over his room before he came to the conclusion that Uzumaki Mito wasn't where he left her.

Madara searched the room high and low and wandered around the hotel to and fro. He couldn't so much as spot a sign of the redhead at all; it was like she had disappeared into thin air. After realizing this, Madara had angrily smashed his fist into the hardened wood at the corner of the room. The outburst had caused his fist to be jammed within the wall of the inn. He didn't care about respecting the inn; there were other more important things.

She must have healed herself or at least pretended that she was hurting. That lucky bitch got Madara to carry her around like she was some sort of royal heir. No, he wouldn't have it. He wouldn't let that exasperating, temperamental redhead Uzumaki get in his head and piss him off. For the moment, he took slow breaths, letting out all of his fumes because he didn't want to spontaneously wreck the Kawano's inn, but he couldn't promise that he would do so when he finally caught the girl and strangled her.

The Uchiha walked out of the building and continued his search; in the trees, around the road for any signs of the girl but there were none. He supposed that she would have ran to the village a few miles away, at the base of the mountain. She would seek help from the village people and they would alert her worthless family about her whereabouts. A girl as important as her would have been noticed as missing by now.

After a couple of hours of searching the nearby forests; almost every square inch of wooded backdrop, Madara was almost ready to abandon his search until tomorrow morning. He would get some sleep and at the crack of dawn he would already be off; he could make it to the bottom of the mountain if he went fast enough. Hell, he could even beat her there if he really tried. A quick glance at the hot springs surrounded by shrubs caught his attention, though.

Making his way down to the springs, he gazed into the pool of water and saw a figure above the water. The figure was unquestionably Uzumaki Mito sitting atop the surface of water with her legs crossed, drabbed in the attire that Nezu offered her earlier. Madara couldn't exactly make out the fitting of it while she was sitting down, but it did look a little big on her small frame. The girl had her chin rested on her hand sitting cross-legged, staring down through ripples of water.

She was obviously using chakra to sit on the water as if sitting on a solid surface, which meant that she had excellent chakra control. He questioned who she was for a brief moment before tapping his foot impatiently, almost ready to strike at her. It was easy to tell the Uchiha was quite angry. He usually held himself together quite splendidly, but ever since taking the redhead into his custody, he found himself overreacting or losing his cool because of her weary ways.

"Why aren't you in bed asleep? It'll be dawn in a few short hours." Madara hadn't meant to say it so spitefully. It caught her attention fairly well, though. She whipped her head up almost ready to say something snappy and insulting after his remark, but she didn't, she only looked back down to the water, tapping her finger on the surface, watching the ripples form and then wither away like the ashes of burnt wood.

The Uzumaki girl let her head drift upwards and piercing brown eyes fed off Madara's inner woe. "I apologize if I give offend, but I couldn't sleep listening to the commotion going on in the room beside me." She stood up, still as if sitting on rock hard ground. Though it was only water she walked towards the ground and when she reached it, the redhead walked past Madara as if nothing was going on, though slowly, she walked.

She knew that he was on her tail, that he was following her. But still, slow as she walked she still elaborated on her concept, as if reading it directly from Madara's mind. "Commotion meaning your woman's perfect pitches of peachy delight." she turned her head back to him and sarcastically smiled. "And lest I forget your grunts and her moans of pure pleasure." The redhead rolled her eyes and started to walk again.

"Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she mimicked Asahina's sound of pleasure that she was doing during the time he took the Kawano woman. Though she got it spot on and perfected the sounds as he remembered the woman having an orgasm. But though he liked the sound of the older woman's orgasm, hearing such a thing from Uzumaki Mito's mouth at this time of night ticked him off. It sounded filthy coming from her virgin mouth, it made the whole concept sound dirty.

"Shut up." Madara demanded.

"Why should I listen to you when you can't even do the same for me?" the redhead yelled, using extra emphasis with her hands. "Why should I keep my mouth shut when I all I could hear was you fucking your whore all night?" The words sounded plainly disgusting. She sounded like the worse sort of child who knew nothing of the world, who was small as she was frightened and unknowing, like a toddler repeating words after his parents.

"What would you know of it? You're too young to know anything, don't spit words in my face if you have no idea what you're dealing with." Madara yelled right back at her. She didn't understand anything. She didn't know what she was doing; she didn't know that entering the life of a shinobi bears consequence. The Uzumaki was nothing more than a fake; she was trying to follow in the path of her clan and be a kunoichi. As if a kunoichi had a little success rate, her clan got under his skin like fleas on a dog.

"Too young to know anything, huh?" the redhead put a piece of rebel hair behind her ear and rolled up one of her kimono sleeves. "I'm Uzumaki Mito. Uzumaki Mito. We're the leaders of Uzushiogakure and we live in a castle. Our family is one of the most known families in the shinobi nations. Even when I was little, I wasn't too young to know anything. From the time I was born, my fate was decided. What do you think highborn women are around for other than fucking a man they don't know?"

For the first time since ever since meeting her, Madara was staggered, even as she went on. "I'm only marrying that Senju Hashirama because that is my duty, because our two clans must reunite once more and to consummate the marriage means for him to fuck me on our wedding night. Yes, fuck some girl who is too young to know anything. You can't be clueless to the tradition, either. Women in your clan are probably given away to other highborn clans. To be a woman is to be a pig raised for slaughter."

She finally turned around and looked to the ground, thinking upon her words herself. "I know more than you think. If you still think I don't know what I was hearing, you're wrong. I'm not a child; I'm as grown up as I'll ever be." With an obvious second thought lingering in her mind, she walked away from Madara and into the inn, possibly back to the room. He didn't know what he just heard, but it appeared to take a lot coming from her.

A few seconds of engulfing what had just happened, he walked slowly back into the building and sighed as he slid close the door behind him. He marched up the steps and peeked open the door to the room, seeing Uzumaki Mito already in bed with her eyes shut. Madara shut the door and quickly formed a single jutsu hand seal. It was a binding jutsu that would keep the redhead enclosed in the room. But it was also to keep people out of the room.

After he left the inn, he couldn't help but think of that insufferable girl again and all the indescribable feelings he felt as she told him of her problems. He couldn't help but feel a little stunned at the mention of her fate. Such a young girl, sixteen years of age, off to marry the great Senju Hashirama- he was the same age as Madara, which was twenty two. Madara hadn't realized how in-depth a highborn lady was until this point.

Still, there wasn't much Uchiha women to begin with. There were the ones who married into the family- who weren't truly Uchiha, and then there were the select few women that were born into the clan and not a single one possessed the Sharingan. Uchiha were one of the greatest clans that ever were and the clan spawned no true kunoichi. There were only women to be given away to other clans for safe keeping or alliances.

Madara remembered seeing another girl in the Uzumaki family when he used Tsukuyomi on the girl the first time he had met her. Uzumaki Saimei was her name, and when Madara used his Sharingan on Mito, everything about her personal life was known by him and it made Madara feel a little uncomfortable, which was quite unusual. Saimei was her older sister by a few years and she wasn't a kunoichi.

In fact, if Madara collected all of Mito's memories, it seemed she wasn't meant to be a kunoichi either. She would go the same way as her sister, a gentle, loving woman made to give sons to high lords. Yet this Uzumaki Mito was quite skilled in the way of the shinobi; better than a large portion of male shinobi's even, and that made Madara cringe. He couldn't stand that she was so good; she didn't have to endure hardships like he had.

But she had learned her clan's secret jutsu herself. She had gone through ancient scrolls and texts that were kept only for males. She had spied on her brother's lessons and had even found out that her chakra nature was wind, which was both admirable and unusual. Wind was a very, very uncommon element and after reviewing through her memories, he asked himself how such a petit, young girl could have access to powers such as these.

Though it pained to admit, Madara thought that Uzumaki Mito was one of the greatest kunoichi he'd ever seen before, and she was only sixteen years old. Her spot was shared with Tomita Himiori who was Senju Tobirama's wife, though she was almost a decade older than the redhead. The Tomita clan that she belonged in were rough with their jutsu's and rough with their women. They were the only clan the upheld a kunoichi tradition.

Madara had heard that the Tomita clan was almost extinct now, as a matter of fact. Himiori's only siblings are girls and all the men had died during a battle between a rival clan on their island. The clan was famous for their unique taijutsu fighting style. Madara had wondered, just then, who would win in a battle between the two where one would be killed. Would it be Tomita Himiori or Uzumaki Mito? Madara could but wonder, as they would have both been married to the Senju brothers.

But Mito would never be married to Senju Hashirama. Not anymore. He would rip out her heart and feed it to Hashirama for supper. No that was much too sadistic, even Madara couldn't do such a thing as bake a soup made of Uzumaki-broth. He wouldn't make a cannibal out of anyone- maybe Hashirama, but Madara wouldn't bring himself to cook up another human being's heart in a stew pot. It would be much too brutal, even for the likes of him.

The raven-haired man started to jump from tree to tree, making his way down the mountain. He was going to the village that he had passed on the way up to Katari Mountain Hot Springs. The village, as he remembered, had been around quite a long time. Even the last time Madara was here… He gathered a good chakra at his feet and the pace was steady all the way through the forest and the slope.

It was morning by the time Madara reached the village. The village was already bursting with people even though it was probably only a few hours after dawn. The afternoon wouldn't be for a while yet and it seemed that everyone was early risers. Once Madara plopped down onto the main path of the village, he had sunk in his surroundings piece by piece only by looking around and trying to perceive the memories of the village after seven years.

He began walking slowly down the lane, reading all of the signs at the tops of stores and even going into the high streets and low streets to look at the broken or refurbished homes. After the Uchiha had walked a lap or so around the town, he settled into the nearest pub he could find. It was called Rinini's Roma and the Uchiha couldn't remember this place seven years go. It must be new. So Madara walked into the pub, after low consideration.

Truthfully, Madara wasn't going to drink this early in the daytime. He was only going to the pub in the morning to get answers on how everything in the shinobi-verse was going. People happen to pass by this village on their travels to and from the Fire Country. Though it is less travelled than the main road, many people take paths around the mountain to get to bigger towns beyond and thus, the village remains to be a traveller site.

Almost the second Madara took a seat at the bar; the bartender passed him a mug of sake and a matching bottle. Once he slides them to Madara's space, he picks up other glasses and a rag and starts to dry the wet glassware. Madara questioned the drink; perhaps they did know him around these parts. They probably knew him as a shinobi worth paying for, a shinobi that was rightfully the greatest.

Before Madara could ask the bartender about it, he shook his head to the side, signalling Madara to look the way he was pointing at. Madara looked to the left and saw a bunch of people- but for some reason, he knew that it was the woman with the abnormally large breasts and the glossy pink lips. Madara didn't resist the drink; instead he held up the mug and gulped the sake down, even though the Uchiha had never acquired the taste for it.

The woman who bought Madara the drink, found her way over to him with her own personal bottle of sake and mug. She wasn't overall the prettiest thing around- slightly crooked teeth with dull black hair and a kimono that didn't fit her properly. The woman looked a little older than him- possibly in her late twenties or early thirties. She sat down on the stool next to Madara, being quite careful not to intrude on his personal space.

"I know who you are." she said, pushing her ceramics onto the table and away from her. "Uchiha-sama, things aren't looking too good for you as of this moment." she bit her lip, trying to look cute or adorable when really it was causing Madara to think she looked like a complete fool. "Some run-of-the-mill shinobi says that you killed his friends and tried to kill him too. He was a criminal, a bandit, but nevertheless it is against the law."

Madara instantly thought of the low-lives he had dealt with a couple days ago. There must have been a survivor, and to that Madara couldn't guess because he was positive he had killed every single one of them. He quietly ruled out that it wouldn't be the ones that got their skull pounded in. He thought very carefully before he was to say anything that might put himself in obvious place. This woman was working for someone, and he hadn't the faintest idea what was going on.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Okaruni Soro." she nodded her head proudly and diddled with her thick, straw-like hair. "I'm working for your cousin, who has sent me to you." The woman wasn't the cleanest or prettiest girl around but she was smart enough for her own good- she didn't say anything without giving away much. She knew her lines and she didn't cross them. Madara had never heard of this woman, Okaruni Soro, nor her surname. For that she might as well be nameless, faceless.

Madara struggled to figure out which cousin would care enough to send someone like her for this mission. Who cared enough about Madara's overall welfare to do such a thing that required much planning and money? None that he could think of, particularly, as the Uchiha's had all turned their backs on that very person who cared about them most. Every single one had bargained Hashirama's favor. He didn't think much of his family anymore, they were traitorous turncoats.

"Your cousin, Uchiha Yuji." she finally took a drink of the mug that she had pushed away from herself, and started to pick at the ends of her nails. Madara blinked repeatedly before absorbing the information. Yuji was one of the last Uchiha to see Hashirama's light. All the while Konohagakure was being established, his older cousin had stuck with him until the end where he found it best to betray Madara. Yuji was no less of a bloody renegade than the rest of them.

Yuji was always Madara's favorite cousin, though he was more of an uncle than a cousin. He was older than Madara by thirteen years and yet Yuji never treated him like an inferior. Yuji was one of the strongest in the Uchiha clan- he knew that much, and a short while before Madara had even left Konoha, he had got a position on the High Council of Konoha as the Leader of Military and Law Enforcement. Madara was proud of that man, he used to a hero in Madara's eyes.

In fact, Madara wondered how the High Council was doing now that they casted Madara away in exile- or let him go, or whatever you would have it. It was only a few months ago that Madara had left Konoha for good, the village must have been a complete mess now that he was gone. With Hashirama being Hokage and refusing to listen to anyone that wasn't his own, stubborn big head. Yuji probably hated it more than Madara did.

"Why did Yuji send you? Is he having some quarrel?" Madara found himself laughing aloud in a very obnoxious, cocky way. His words were sarcastic and crude; he couldn't give a damn about what Yuji was doing. He didn't give a damn about what any of the Uchiha clan was doing as a matter of fact. They were all idiots in need of a good pounding. The Uchiha didn't even have respect for his father anymore, and the man had died some good decade ago. For that he was thankful- at least now he wouldn't have to be subject to his attempts to humiliate his own son. Madara quickly shook the thought from his head.

"I wish, Uchiha-sama." the woman sighed. "No this criminal came to Konohagakure seeking aide, he was very badly hurt and he claims to have seen the God of Shinobi before his very eyes." she quickly took the rest of her sake beverage down her throat and poured herself another. "Of course the Anbu took him into custody before he could blabber it about the whole village, but people are talking and a girl named Uzumaki Mito is missing."

The Uchiha cleared his throat and took a gulp of the sake, hoping to clear his mind at the woman's choice of words. "The God of Shinobi, huh?" Madara almost snickered, but he felt like that would be much too inappropriate. He wasn't aware that the low-life criminals had known what he was. They all seemed naïve to Madara's truth, if they would have known he was this God of Shinobi, they wouldn't have even thought about back talking to him.

The God of Shinobi was reserved for one person and one person only, and that was Senju Hashirama. So perhaps Yuji was being a little exaggerative, perhaps what this criminal had seen was the Hokage himself. It still didn't make sense to Madara how one of those shinobi that he killed could have been alive. It must have been a senbon mistake; the senbon was always tricky when aligning with the very last person. Yet Madara had a feeling that it was exactly how she had claimed.

"This criminal told the Anbu who did it to him and to his friends. He said it was a man with long black hair, red eyes and he wore a fan at the back of his armor." She paused for a moment, letting the obvious information sink within Madara. "Yuji-sama thought it was necessary to warn you. They are looking for a sixteen year-old girl who was kidnapped, and Yuji-sama thinks that the blame could quite possibly be placed onto you."

"Does the Hokage know about this criminal?" Madara questioned. He looked around the bar for a quick moment; the amount of people that were in the pub was overwhelming. There must be loads of people staying in the town for the amount of people at a pub in the middle of the day. He quickly tuned back into the woman's story, and before doing so, he took the rest of the sake from the mug into his mouth.

"No, so far it's only the Anbu, Yuji-sama, you and I. But naturally, the whole village should know soon. As for the girl though- she's an Uzumaki. She's of great importance and she's supposed to be marrying the Hokage of Konoha. It's not like her to go missing, and the Hokage is furious. He means to do something about it, and very quickly. Locals from a village spotted you passing by a few days before it happened which puts you directly on the scene of the crime."

The Uchiha started impatiently tapping his finger on the bar table. He was planning on giving the Uzumaki's heart to Hashirama once the Senju was frantic and desperate, but he supposed it could have been sooner. Though Mito was supposed to be groveling at his feet by now, she was instead just as picky and exasperating as when he had first met her.

"I apologize if the information is a lot to take in, Uchiha-sama." she set her mug down and rose from her seat. "I'm not going to tell you how I found you, you wouldn't believe me if I did. But if you don't want to get caught up in this mess, Yuji-sama suggests that you run. Run far, far away. Whether you're innocent or not is your verdict, but once the Hokage puts two and two together. Well let's just say it will affect everyone… Every child, every woman, every man, every shinobi…"

Clearly, the woman had her way with words, and he was quite impressed. But it still lingered in his mind about how she found him- how she ended up at the same pub as he did right on the same day in the morning. He shook his head in disbelief as she walked slowly towards the exit of the bar. The woman must be undercover, she was no common whore. She was smarter than most and that was fairly obvious.

Not bothering to finish his drink, he followed the woman outside of the pub. Once he had stepped out into the morning again, she went striding around the corner. This Okaruni Soro strode into an ally and walked down it before she turned and saw that Madara had indeed been following her. The woman didn't look surprised in the slightest; a faint smile only appeared on her thin, chapped lips.

"I am one of your cousin's many spies, Uchiha-sama. Just remember, Yuji-sama is on your side. He always has been." Somehow, Madara doubted that. The bastard probably just wanted to see how much of a wreck he'd thought Madara would be in by this time. "This is a warning, Uchiha-sama. You must not involve yourself with that of Senju Hashirama. These are your cousin's words, not mine. I've been speaking on his behalf."

She put her left hand into the common jutsu sign, which signified that she had some dull training as a shinobi, though judging by the amount of chakra she had, probably not much. It seemed she only knew a jutsu or two, and very minor ones. "Yuji-sama wishes to do everything in his power to protect your wellbeing. That is his true message."

Madara slowly walked towards the woman, wondering how she had gotten herself in Yuji's business. Yuji was a dangerous man, ignorant sometimes, yes. But very dangerous. He never seemed to run out of connections or sources of power, he was an Uchiha after all. Probably one of the most respected ones in the clan, as Madara foresaw it now. "It's okay if I send a message back to him then?"

With a quick look of confusion in her eyes, the woman named Okaruni Soro nodded her head slowly, unsure about what the message could possibly be. In what seemed like less than a blink of an eye, Madara shoved the end of a kunai into her belly in a precise artery. The woman would be alive when she bled to death; she would feel every bit of pain as she was bleeding out.

What a meaningful message this woman's death would be. Madara calmly walked out of the ally as if nothing had even happened.