A/N: Madara felt like the type of person who'd be a little more in denial. With a little sprinkle of possessiveness and sadistic thoughts. I like this, though.
Note: I've decided to upload every two days, seeing as I'm getting a lot done. Staye tuned!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Naruto but the plot of this fantasy.
Tobi/Madara - Involuntary
Word Count: 268
I, Uchiha Madara, did not lust after women. Well, I do but I simply do not find the time or the necessity to woo them. Nor did I go out of my way to get a reaction from any female. So it was strange to say that I have involuntarily attempted to irritate the pink-haired blossom at every chance I got. Something about the way she would emit a dangerous aura whenever called "Pinky-chan" was beautiful. The darkened look in her eyes, the clenching of her fists, and the stiffening of her back. While watching other's step back to avoid confrontation with her punches, I could not help but become more drawn to her murderous stance. Involuntarily, of course.
Her strength was something to be admired. Watching an innocent looking thing create such an earth-shattering blow was very much arousing. Not to mention that with every Sound nin she killed, my pants got a little tighter. Watching her accidently smear blood on her face with the back of her hand, and her eyes showing every intent to kill, was enough to send all the blood I had southwards.
And she was smart. She was perfect; she had the looks, the brains, and the power. My little blossom was definitely a force to be reckoned with. Her reputation amongst the Akatsuki had skyrocketed within a difficult month of her joining our ranks. Hell hath no fury like a woman, especially my little Sakura-chan, tired, irritated, and royally pissed. She was my cherry blossom. I would make her my queen.
Must I remind you that all this was done involuntarily?
