AN: Decently long chapter this time. Excuse all the typos and repeats, whatever I might have screwed up, heh...Thanks for keeping with the story ;)

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Madara stopped attacking me for a moment to merely hold me in his embrace. It was soothing, surprisingly, and he didn't even try anything while I cried. Why was I crying? Because of the past…it sounds silly, strange, childish, right? I suppose it was. But the torture, however strong I seemed to be, hurt me mentally more than physically; keeping these harsh feelings in for so long only wound up exploding like it did now. Madara was being more than adaptable to my moodiness, but I was sure that he understood.

"Quiet, quiet, shhhh." He cooed. It sounded borderline awkward and I had to laugh.

"It was a-a place for…human trafficking." I whispered, clutching to him. How pathetic I must have looked. Madara didn't seem to care, though, since it was probably part of his protective side. He sat up and leant against the wall, yanking a pillow behind his head since we were still on my bed, and pulled me in between his legs with his arms wrapped around my waist. Hesitantly, I lowered myself to rest against his chest. He was being so gentle, almost like he was an entirely different person.

"The tub, and-no, the tub and Kabuto, he-he…" Madara kissed the top of my head and repeated the mantra like before.

"Slow down. Breathe." A hand ran through her hair, " You're starting to get hysterical." He explained. Of course, he was right, so I took a deep breath and let it out, shaking. My head felt like it was exploding with all the memories from that day. Was I even there for a day? I couldn't remember.

"Now, what happened?" he asked. Déjà vu…what was it I said back then?

"Curiosity killed the cat." I mumbled, smiling. Madara seemed to remember and he gave a small laugh.

"The cat has nine lives…"He retorted. We both sat silent for a moment before his grip tightened, burying his head in my neck. This was him, he was letting himself go emotionally, letting his guard down, showing me how he could be human just like the rest of us. I owed him a lot and, if anything, I owed him the truth.

"The drowned me for information…cut me, they-he dislocated my shoulder over and…" my voice broke, "and Kabuto fixed it over and over…they would drown me, cut me, inject me with drugs," I took in a small breath, "rape me..." Madara's lips pressed into a thin line against my neck, obviously displeased by this bit of information. I was a virgin, he didn't know that, but now after that I guess I wasn't anymore and that only gave me more the whine about. "It wasn't like I had a choice! Then I had that "attack" and blood was everywhere…it was almost too much to handle and then-then you guys showed up." I choked, trying to straighten things out. Madara nodded and tried to lessen his hold on my waist; I could see his barriers going up again. That couldn't happen. I wasn't torn up about being violated such as that, not like I would have thought I would be, but it didn't help much knowing how intact I still was.

"I'm okay, though." I smiled, pulling away. "It's not like I couldn't fucking handle it…" I was crawling back slowly over to my side of the bed when he yanked me back to him by the back of my shirt, roughly sitting me back between his legs. My head knocked against his his chest.

"Hey." I grumbled, sniffling. He couldn't have been a little gentler? Madara rolled his eyes and rested his chin on the crown of my head, his hands on either side of my waist as he talked.

"It's been a while since they took you," he started, "and you don't appear to be upset over the violation." What was he getting at? "Why?" Oh.

"I don't know…it all really came back to me recently." I mumbled.

"Yet you let me touch you so possessively?" he asked. I guess he had a point. His right hand ran down my waist until it reached my thigh, gently squeezing and kneading. I shivered as he moved my neck, his lips barely brushing my skin.

"Does that bother you?"
"No…" The heat of his breath tickled my skin and the hand on my thigh moved a little more inward, his left hand going tracing up my torso at an almost painfully slow rate. My breath hitched.

"Do you feel repulsed? Disgusted? Sick?" he whispered, nipping at the soft flesh by my ear. I saw what he was trying to do and not only was I ashamed to admit that it was working, but it still felt destroyed. Spoiled. Not sick, not disgusted, just ruined.

"Ruined." I whispered, my head lowering. That's right…I was ruined. The word itself dripped with heavy distress and something akin to emotional ruin. No, I wouldn't cry about it, but the word itself echoed in my head. Ruined. Madara only smirked against my neck and his right hand inched inwards, his left hand smoothing itself under my shirt to press against my stomach.

"It doesn't feel ruined." He hissed, biting me finally. My back arched up against him; it hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. A small noise passed my lips as his hand kept inching up my inner thigh, the other reaching my rib cage when the biting sensation continued. His legs weren't straight out anymore, instead, he had brought them up on my sides to keep me from moving too much. My hands gripped the fabric of his pants around his knees.

"Ah—Madara, p-please." I blushed, frantically trying to regain my thoughts. What was he doing to me? It was as if he didn't get enough of this as a boy. You'd think someone like him would, yes? I would, but as his teeth finally pierced through the soft flesh by my shoulder I started to wonder how long ago it had been since he had…y'know 'got some'.

"Quiet." He growled, his fingers spreading across the skin that connected my thigh to my torso, his left hand cupping my breast. I gasped and groaned, welcoming this new touch. It was gentle, something unexplainable mixed with lust and power; I tried to squirm, but his legs kept me in place.

"Ah…" I gasped, shaking, as he dragged his nails lightly across my skin, going so far as to leave small white trails. I could feel him licking the blood from the open wound on my neck, sucking ever so slightly. It was almost like he was trying to tease me, break this twisted repulsion I had for my body. How kind of him. He growled.

"It doesn't seem ruined." his hand smoothed back over the marks only to hook under my leg and pull it up by the knee. I couldn't move all that gracefully as his ran his hand over my breast, "It doesn't feel ruined." My breathing had shifted so that it was coming out in quick, shallow breaths, "It doesn't look ruined." He finished, letting my leg go to pull me up by my waist, flipping me with such ease so that I was straddling his waist. The blush on my face must be quite the sight to see; his lips spread into a devilish smirk and he leaned forward, our faces inches away from each other. Was this going to happen? Was he seriously going to…?

"Do you still feel ruined?" he whispered.

"Y-I don't know." I shuddered.

That wasn't what he wanted to hear; he moved forward to latch onto my neck again, biting down just as hard as the last. I arched up against him and tried not to make too much noise as he continued to move his hands. Moments after, he had his hands up my shirt on my waist. He toyed with the waist band of my shorts and mumbled,

"Are you sure?" he licked the shell of my ear and my hand went to the back of his head, fingers entwining themselves in his hair. This damn tease.

"Yes," I hissed; he ran a thin finger further down my pants and I hid my face in his neck. How embarrassing, but I couldn't take it, "N-no. I mean…" No, that was enough. He retracted his finger and sat me down between his legs again, placing a small, gentle kiss on my lips.

"Madara." I grumbled, irritated. He shook his head and pulled us both down with a small thump onto the pillows, eyes closed. The man actually looked at peace for once. I decided that this was what I liked the most.

"Shut up and sleep." He sighed, wrapping an arm around me, his hand going underneath my shirt, smoothing against my bare back. I knocked our foreheads together and kissed him one last time, lingering when—

The door opened.

Madara glanced cautiously around my head toward the new source of light in the dark room, peering at the silhouette of none other than the leader, clad in a plain gray shirt and black sweats. Madara's hand didn't retract, nor did it move away from its spot in between my shoulder blades; my face flushed a brilliant red at the new addition to the room. Pein shook his head and ran a hand down his face.

"Madara." He drawled, practically warning him of the consequences. Said ninja rolled his eyes and stubbornly pulled me against his chest.

"Nagato." Pein stared at the man with something acute to annoyance in his eyes and it disappeared in a flash. The three of them knew that they'd be talking about this later. The orange haired man gave a tight sigh before running a hand through his hair.

"Use protection." He grumbled, closing the door with a soft click. My face was burning, fiercely; what the hell was up with today? Madara closed his eyes again and relaxed.

"Go to sleep." He grumbled as I wrapped an arm around him. What was this feeling? Love? No, stop it. That's a despicable thing to say. Remember what happened to Corpus? Corpus…

I squirmed for a few seconds in his arms, uncomfortable all of a sudden. What was happening? Why am I so confused? But what's to be confused about? You're being ridiculous, go to sleep.

"Something wrong?" Madara asked, his eyes half lidded. I stared at him and shook my head.0

"No."
"Liar."

"Go to sleep, Madara…"
"We'll talk tomorrow." He growled, tightening his hold on me, our legs tangling together. If I wasn't so uptight I would have gotten more sleep that night.

Third Person.

The morning light streaming through my translucent purple curtains, the sound of snoring across the way, running water; I could tell that it was morning. Madara was already taking his morning shower when the doorbell rang. Itachi, being the only one awake at this time, stood up from his spot on the couch and cross the living room towards the door, cautiously opening it. Hadder stood in front of him with a tired expression, practically dead on his feet; the orange haired man gave the Uchiha a small glance before slipping past him and collapsing on one of the couches, groaning. Itachi raised an eyebrow.

"Is there any reason why you're here so early?" The clock on the DVD player read six thirty. Hadder flipped him off and covered his eyes.

"My mother is a witch." Itachi didn't exactly care anymore as he took a seat on the recliner and resumed his silence.

Upstairs, Pein conversed with Konan and Zetsu about their plans on getting back home; next door to them in Ren's room was Kisame on the floor next to Ren's bed as she was peacefully getting ready for the day. Across from Kisame was Itachi's air mattress, neat and freshly made. Kisame rolled over and pressed his face into his pillow, mumbling something about sharks and Ren snickered.

Hidan and Kakuzu were in the room across from theirs, both of them having slept on the floor of the empty guest bedroom; Hidan was sprawled out without a care in the world and Kakuzu was busying himself with preparing paper bombs out the few materials that he could find around the house. It was annoying to him how much time it took to prepare. Funny, he sounded like Sasori.

Speaking of Sasori, him and Deidara were downstairs in the living room with Itachi and Hadder. Deidara was snoring away under piles of blankets; Sasori was watching the History Channel.

"Turn it off." Hadder groaned, "I don't care about the Civil war, turn it offfffff." Sasori threw the remote at him, hitting the man in the head, but he never flinched.

"Stop whining." Sasori said, rolling his eyes. Hadder was more than happy to change the channel. Upstairs again, Madara emerged from the bathroom clad in only a simple white bath towel (and the mask of course), slowly and quietly walking towards Jeen's bedroom door…that is until he felt the gaze from the other side of the hallways. He met them with his own.

"Madara…what are you doing?" Ren asked her peering out of her doorway. Madara shrugged.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" the man said, trying to ease his way closer to the door. Was it easy to see how much he disliked the older sister?

"Sneaking into my sister's room practically naked." She deadpanned. Did he mention how much he hated her?

"I'm in there every night. One would think you'd be over it by now."
"What if I hate you?"
"I don't know if I could care any less than I do right now not to mention that I share the sentiment. If you'd excuse me." Madara used his free hand to open the long awaiting door and slipped inside, closing it with a tense sigh. The shower and its peacefulness were great while it lasted.

Ren growled in his particular direction before stalking downstairs to fix breakfast in her burnt out kitchen which she'd have to tap into the funds to fix. This was becoming a big problem…Jeen would have to either go back to school or get a job or both and she'd have to start working harder. Things were getting a lot harder to work out now with more than triple the mouths to feed. For now, we both were laying back and taking time off…Jeen had quit school for a long while to get out of that gang and disappear…but now she'd have to go back if she wanted to get a good job, support the house, etc. etc. It wasn't like she had to walk home with all the gang activity around. Kabuto had finally been put to death (Madara and Hidan took care of that) and the hideout had been blown down (Thank you, Deidara), what more was there to worry about since Madara could pick her up and walk her home anyways. The man was more than capable of fending off a hoard of ninjas let alone humans…if he was anything like he was in the manga he could pretty much destroy the earth…

Damn ninja.

And now he was sleeping with her little sister? No, nuh-uh. She would have heard it if they had, so would the other members, and Hidan would be talking about it by now too! Screw ninjas, she was going to kick his ass one day. Maybe murder him in his sleep. Yes…the plan was already forming in her head, speaking of her head it was actually very painful when banging it into a man's chest while walking down the stairs.

"Hey, watch it kid." Kakuzu mumbled, blinking down at her. Ren looked up and gave him a small glare.

"You helped burn down my kitchen." She growled. Yes, she was mad at everyone right about now (spare for Pein, Konan, Madara, Zetsu, and Jeen, but everyone else was guilty). Kakuzu folded his arms over his chest and pursed his lips.

"Hidan caused the fire."
"No, I don't think so because you and everyone else helped out it's your fault too."

"Stop being so irrational." He growled.

"Stop being so stubborn!" she hissed, pressing a finger into his chest right below his collar bone. Kakuzu agitatedly ruffled her hair, successfully tangling every little strand, and headed back towards his room with his other arm full of paper and ink. Ren punched him in the back as he went and the man didn't even waver. Stupid ninjas. If she didn't have only one eye she'd stare him down. It's pretty hard to do with one eye.

Back in Jeen's room, Madara was combing through Jeen's portfolio, the one that had been on her desk since day one. It was full of unfinished sketches and colorful pictures of random men and women. He recognized Hadder and Ren, Linnet from the store and her sister too; not only real people from their world but them as well from the Akatsuki logo to Zetsu complete with his fly trap…there were even names down at the bottom. He flipped the pages one by one and read the names silently to himself. Deidara, Luffy, Zoro, some woman called Iris that was actually quite beautiful…and then Corpus. Was this the man she was talking about a few days ago?

He was quite young…silver hair, emerald green eyes…the intricate detail she put into it was more than she'd spent on every other drawing…even his own. Was this jealousy? Probably, but it didn't matter anymore. He slipped the drawing out of its plastic cover and slipped it in between the crack of the desk and the wall, letting it fall. There, all finished, but he was still naked. Where were his clothes? He knew that Jeen and Ren had give everyone their own stacks and then there was the trip to the mall one time…how horrible it was, but they had clothes. He fastened the towel around his waist securely and started to shuffle through all of the things on her dresser. Perfume, lotion…something that men didn't use, underwear, socks, pajamas, oh, this looked remotely familiar. He put on a pair of his regular gray sweat pants and threw the towel to the side, searching for one of his shirts most likely mixed in somewhere too.

There was a slight stirring behind him and a quiet groan; it seemed that she was getting up quite early as well. Where the hell was his shirt?

"Madara?" Jeen mumbled, still half asleep. He turned around momentarily and gave her an awkward, timid smile. Was he going to make a habit of being pleasant?

"Sh, go back to sleep."

"What time izzit?"

"Bed, kid."
"Why are you up so (yawn) early?"

"Sleep." Shirt, shirt, where…?
"Madara, why 're you half naked?" She yawned again, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. One half of her pajama top was hanging off her right shoulder and her hair was much more than disheveled. For once you could see both of her eyes and it was actually very suiting. Instead of cutting Deidara's hair, why didn't they just cut hers? He'd have to persuade her later. What? What was he saying? How married did he have to be to start thinking like that? Shut up, he told himself.

"Shower. Where are my shirts?" he asked, throwing down the handful of clothes he had gathered from the dresser. Jeen rolled her eyes and jumped off the bed, padding over to the dresser and simply picking up a black t-shirt his size. Madara raised an eyebrow and slipped it on, choosing to ignore the flustered look on her face. She'd get over it.

"JEEN!" Madara slipped his mask on, "GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND MAKE BREAKFAST!" Hidan called.

"Oh. Hidan's up." She sighed, "I must have slept in." There was a knock on her door and she went to open it, revealing a very calm Pein. She looked up at him and blinked.

"We have to discuss some matters after breakfast." He started, arms crossed behind his back. Madara nodded from his spot by the dresser, disdainfully staring at Pein who mindfully returned the gesture.

"What would you like for breakfast Pein?" Jeen asked. She didn't want to think about anything bad right now, breakfast was a better thing to think about. Pein went from staring at Madara to Jeen, his eyebrows knitting together.

"Anything is fine."

"You always say that, just pick something for once, leader-sama."
"Eggs."
"That requires the stove and Hidan broke it yesterday."
"Cereal then."
" 'kay. Thanks." Pein gave her a stiff nod and walked back to his guest room, shutting the door quietly. Jeen smirked.
"Pein needs to unwind a bit." She mumbled, turning back to Madara. He cocked his head to the side.

"Why is that, Jeen-chan?" he squeaked. Great, she hadn't seen Tobi in a while. Dammit Madara. She let out a sigh.

"Do you want to help with breakfast?" Tobi shook his head.
"Tobi is going to go talk to Pein-sama before breakfast. Bye Jeen-chan~!"

"Bye." She deadpanned, heading for the stares. Madara crossed the hallway for the guest room, smiling with his one eye through the mask before slipping inside and closing the door with a light click.

"Hadder, what's goin' on with your mom? I haven't seen you in ages." Jeen mumbled as he walked up and embraced her when he spotted her coming down the stairs. He gave a low chuckle that rumbled in her ears.

"Oh~, this and that y'know? It's okay now, I disposed on the body."
"Hadder!" Slap.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding, Ren! Stop!" he laughed. Sasori lowered the volume on the tv and glanced over into the kitchen.

"Who died today?" he asked, dead serious.

"We're hoping Deidara."
"What, yeah?"
"Nothing, dear blonde," Hadder chimed, then said in his best Orochimaru impression, "Nothinnnggggg~." Deidara glared at him and even Sasori thought he was actually going to try and blow the red head to smithereens. Good thing he didn't. Speaking of Deidara; Jeen crossed into the living room and flung herself on the couch, crawling over the back of the couch behind Sasori to sit behind Deidara.

"What are you doing, un?" he asked, craning his neck backwards to stare up at her. When he saw that she was holding a pair of scissors he leapt off the couch and waved his arms around, "No, no. No more cutting my hair, un!" he shouted, waking Itachi up from his thoughts. Said Uchiha's head swiveled around to stare mindlessly at the scene before him. Jeen glared at the blond and pointed to the spot he had just left.

"I'm trying to fucking fix it, sit your ass back down." She said. Deidara laughed.

"Yeah fucking right, un. You're lying." Jeen raised an eyebrow and threw the scissors on the coffee table next to one of Sasori's make-shift puppets.

"Okay, I'll leave you to enjoy your lopsided pixie cut." She chuckled, rolling her eyes. Deidara scoffed.

"Yeah, un, you better." He sat back down, took her arm, and yanked; Jeen toppled down on top of a shocked Sasori, squealing.

"Hi, Sori-danna." She said, laughing hysterically at his unamused expression. Sasori glared at Deidara and picked her up off his lap, purposely throwing her at Itachi who caught her with ease.
"FOOTBALL." Hadder yelled, putting his arms up, "THROW HER TO ME!"
"NO! ITACHI, PLEASE, HE'LL DROP ME." She screeched. Ren didn't even yell—she was that appalled.

Itachi didn't hesitate to set her down on the arm of his chair. Jeen let out a timid sigh, thanking the gods, but the least is to say that Deidara was very bored after that.
"Oh, Deidara, I forgot you don't like cereal. Would you like anything else to eat?"
"Poptarts, un?"
"For throwing me, you can make it yourself." Glares were exchanged before Deidara got up to walk towards the kitchen…only to grab her again, fling her over his shoulder, and take off running through the house. Jeen screamed and pounded her fists on his back. Hadder yelled and took off after them up the stairs. Deidara made it to the bathroom at the end of the hall when Kisame opened Ren's door, sleepy and irritated, to see the reason why he was woken up so early. Hadder growled and attempted to block the pyro's way, but Deidara shoved him to the side and started to run back down the hall; Kisame was watching the entire thing and when they came back his way he decided to have some fun of his own. Taking note of the girl on his back, he stuck his foot out the second Deidara entered his space and WHAM, down he went, but Kisame had grabbed Jeen the very last second. She laughed at the unlucky ninja and started to hug the shit out of her savior, thanking him.

"No problem. What's for breakfast?" he asked.

AN: So sort of a small filler but it was needed. I suck at Flufffffff, forgive me if I totally butchered it.

Oh my goodness, thank you for all those favorites and kind reviews...I decided to go back and re-read the story and-

Holy fucking shit did I write that? It's horrible! Maybe it was because I was only...what, in seventh grade or something when I wrote it? but oh my goodness, it was bad. I hope I'm doing better now. Maybe in three years I'll come back and look at this and slap myself saying, 'What the hell were you thinking?' Lol, well, at least I've improved...? Mkay xD

The next chapter will be a little more serious, I promise. When I started this story I had absolutely no idea what I was doing...no plot, no character references, no set up whatsoever. Now that I'm older and I actually understand all this stuff I can start moving this stupid plot along.

The next chapter is where it all begins...

Until next time, everyone, let me know how I did this chapter :)
Stay chill~