A/N: As I got several reviews from baffled and blushing readers who were not mentally prepared for this at all, here's a disclaimer for you. Some M-Rated content towards the end.

22.

She scrunched up her nose in disgust. She didn't hate the dress...not at all because it looked so elegant, beautiful and refined. It was the purpose it had to serve that earned her distaste. Her arms were folded over her chest and she glanced at her all too willing husband with a strange expression, her eyebrow raised.

"Exactly why do I have to ruin my reputation?" She asked, her face holding doubts and regrets for agreeing with this bizarre task.

Madara who was relaxing and enjoying a cup of tea snorted.

"If I didn't need you to act I would've saved myself from the humiliation of presenting you to civilised people..." was his snarky response. Yuna was stupefied before an annoyed frown formed on her face.

"Would you stop it with your rude remarks?" She pressed through gritted teeth, her fists shaking, craving to punch something. Madara's lips curved upwards, but only for a fleeting moment. It disappeared soon and he looked over to the midnight blue dress.

She looked alright in it. After all he picked it. It accentuated her waist to the point of beauty.

"I am being honest, do not shoot the messenger." After that statement his gaze returned to the black and white pages.

Yuna's fingers were digging onto her skin before she released a loud groan filled with annoyance before she stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

She could hear Madara shouting something about not staying out for too long, but the woman didn't give it much thought.

For some baffling reason Madara insisted upon stopping at the hotel before meeting this petty lord.

She marched through the beautifully decorated wide halls, ignoring the raised eyebrows and glances that were sent towards her. Yuna didn't even bother listening to the receptionist who was trying to get her attention.

Stupid women…it was as if there weren't any men working at this hotel. The ladies fawned over Madara, instantly mesmerised by his beauty and stoic demeanour.

When she got out of the hotel Yuna broke into a run, not stopping before the road was replaced by a river.

She slowed her pace and walked up to the edge, weighing her options. A quick dip wouldn't hurt.

It calmed her inner self to just stare at the water and listen to the sounds around her. A terrific replacement to the stillness of the Uchiha mansion.

'Stupid Madara…stupid Uchihas…stupid mission…stupid sword…Who even needs it? 'That man is pickier than a god damn woman! Just buy a new sword! It's not like anyone's going to use a relic in a true battle'

If Madara were there she would've given it to him straight.

This realisation gave her pause. When did she stop worrying about his reactions?

If she had something to say, then Yuna was straightforward with him, not holding anything back.

Then again complaining didn't really help either. She had to figure out a way to mess with him…some way to make him nervous and just plain enraged. She had no intention to jeopardise the mission.

"Oh, I guess my spot is taken."

Yuna's head whipped around and her eyes met a man's dark brown orbs. She straightened up and tried to soften her features. Perhaps there was a chance that this man hadn't noticed that she was a ninja.

"In that case I'm sorry." Yuna said with a sweet voice. The stranger was well-dressed and clad black. His ebony hair was messy, almost reaching his shoulders and he had bangs swept over his right eye.

His features were softer than Madara's, but Yuna had to admit, this man didn't look half-bad.

She noticed the man looking her up and down and in the back of her mind, making her uneasy. It wasn't every day that she'd don such form-fitting garments.

"That's okay, I'm capable of sharing," he admitted and walked up to Yuna. He was a good few inches taller than her.

Yuna looked at his eyes, a question lingering on her mind. Actually several, but it would do her no good to be too straight up with the man.

"Are you from around here?" She asked with a curious tone. All traces of Yuna's annoyance and previous anger were gone and they were replaced by a sweet persona.

This was no different than fooling the Uchiha. As long as she was able to rationalise and believe the crap she occasionally managed to spew.

His look traced up a mountain to a mansion at the top. Yuna tried to hold back a smile creeping on her face, she had hit gold with this one. The man lifted his finger and pointed at the pinnacle of extravagance.

"That is where I live. My name is Tanaka, Hiroshi Tanaka pleasure to meet you my lady." He said with a cheerful smirk, accompanied by a playful bow. Yuna giggled at the man's childish actions. Behind the little laugh her mind was racing. That's her target. What to do? Leave him? Stay with him?

Break the ice first.

It was her common sense that told her to leave, but now that she made contact with him it was tempting to stay and see what happens next.

"Aren't you the humorous kind, Tanaka, but I'm wondering," she looked up from below with a smirk playing on her lips, "what kind of a man you really are?"

Hiroshi's lips curved up to a cocky smirk that made her want to punch him.

"You're…Uchiha Madara's woman aren't you?" He questioned with an amused expression. 'SNAP! Okay...think…think…you're caught…what to do…'

"Is my dread truly that obvious?" she asked with an uneasy smile, "My apologies, I don't wish to trouble you."

He chuckled, "No trouble at all, has he been bothering you?"

Yuna circled around him, her eyes not leaving Hiroshi once.

"You'd be surprised how persistent he can be. Any ideas how to exact petty revenge on him? It's not as if he could lash out in public, I'm thinking of a small, spiteful act of vengeance tonight."

She amused him, that much was evident in Hiroshi's eyes. Yuna was perfect for the role he had in mind.

So far her improvised plan was working out fine. Just how would she explain this to Madara?

"Perhaps I can offer some inspiration?" He requested gallantly, trying to force his urges down.

Yuna noticed that Hiroshi had subtly moved just a little bit closer to her.

In any other situation she would've taken several steps away from the man.

'It's for the mission' she kept looping the phrase in her head. So instead of following her instincts, she responded with a shy smile.

"Sadly, I haven't thought of anything…He may be an easy man to irritate, but I want to shatter his pride."

Those words left a terrible taste in her mouth, despite being an act.

Yuna didn't flinch when the man's strong hands slithered around her slim waist slowly, lingering there. Hiroshi could feel that they were thinking in the same direction, in terms of getting revenge.

His face was just an inch away from Yuna's, her eyes were half closed already. He could feel her warm breath, smell her sweet aroma and feel the warmth of her soft skin under the palm of his hand. The fact that she was Madara's wife tripled her allure.

In any other situation, Hiroshi wouldn't have bothered with her.

"How about then…I'll help you with that?" he purred in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Just when she was sure their lips would meet, he pulled away from her.

With a sly grin he nodded his head towards the mansion.

"Come," he said, extending his hand to her politely.

Success! A devilish smile formed on her face and she walked up to the man, taking his hand.

Yuna was lying on her stomach with her chin resting on a pillow. Her position was anything but ladylike, but Hiroshi didn't seem to mind. Quite the contrary, he seemed to enjoy this display.

As soon as they got there Hiroshi had her previous clothes thrown out and they were replaced by a beautiful flowing kimono. So much for the dress Madara had picked out. A pity that she couldn't get it back…

This was not a kimono per se, but a dress inspired by one. Golden leaves and singing birds were embroidered on the smooth fabric with care and tenderness.

The time and detail that was put into that dress was remarkable and it showed. Yuna's lips were painted blood red and her lashes were now black and much more noticeable than before, framing her childish eyes and giving them a strange aura. Her eyes moved around the bedroom and she spotted the sword on the wall. Yet she couldn't do anything yet to claim it.

One sleeve of her dress was slumped, revealing just a little skin. When she swung her feet she could notice Hiroshi's eyes taking in her bare skin, before returning to her.

A pout appeared on Yuna's lips, making Hiroshi's eyebrow rise with curiosity.

"Is there something wrong, mistress?" The man asked with feigned concern. Yuna held back the urge to snort.

The woman allowed a sigh escape her lips. She hated this makeup, she hated those clothes and all she wanted was out, but a small voice in the back of her head whispered devious words to her 'Stay…flirt…you've come this far already…'

Where did her fake personality stop and who was she truly? If she was petty enough to betray her family, then why not her husband as well. He must've been furious with her, that she hadn't returned.

"Who's going to be at the dinner?" She asked curiously. It was going to play a huge role in her plan, because if it was just Madara there was always the chance that he will figure out that Hiroshi is well-aware of her true identity.

He made his way towards her and extended his hand, caressing Yuna's cheek tenderly. She nearly sneered at the man.

"What is it? Are you worried? It's going to be you, me and Madara." He said nonchalantly. Yuna looked to the right, tapping her finger against her pouted lips and swinging her feet.

"Well…you have to act like you don't know that I'm Uchiha Yuna by name. From now on call me Mizuki, Natsuki Mizuki will be my name for the night. He will never lash out this way, why cause such a humiliating scene..."

The lies just kept spilling from her mouth, and it became easier with each passing sentence.

"He's too prideful to reveal my identity, as long as he believes that his secret is safe." She giggled girlishly and brushed her hair away from her eyes and stared up to Hiroshi.

"I have to admit…you really are a horrible wife," was his reply with a sly grin.

Yuna pushed herself up, strategically allowing the sleeve slip a bit more before his lips smothered him.

She felt his tongue brushing over her slower lip, before he bit it, causing Yuna to breathe in sharply.

Hiroshi closed his eyes and allowed his hands travel around her body and trailed his fingers up her thigh. Yuna supressed a moan when his hand brushed over a sensitive spot. It had been such a long time since her first time…

Hiroshi pulled away from the kiss just for a moment to flash a smug smirk before resuming.

As much as she hated to admit it - he knew what he was doing. The man could send jolts of pleasure through her body with almost sterile precision.

The woman hated that some man made him act so worthlessly, and Yuna allowed him to continue just so she could get her act together again.

That thought just…

Triggered a realisation.

She wanted this to be Madara, making her feel this way. She wanted Madara to desire her like this, and that realisation hurt because it would never happen. Not for the right reasons.

The easiest way to forget them again was to submerge into her sins and enjoy it to the fullest while it lasted.

With tears glistering in her eyes she smirked in the kiss and pushed the tears back. She wasn't going to allow them fall. Not yet. Not now.

Madara was annoyed, no, scratch that. He was beyond furious. It took all of his free time trying to find his stupid wife and in the end he had to leave without her.

He wanted to scream, shout, yell, punch and break something because in the end it seemed like he had to retrieve the sword himself. That stupid woman made everything more complicated than it was supposed to be, not to mention that this was his way of repaying her. Making life easier for her.

The employees in the castle were very well aware that the Uchiha leader was joining their master for the evening to discuss business. Every person who met the Uchiha's eyes scrambled away from his path and averted their faze. There wasn't anyone who wasn't able to tell that he was in a very foul mood in this particular evening.

He waited impatiently for a nameless and faceless maid to announce him.

"Tanaka-sama, Uchiha Madara-sama has arrived."

Madara wiped the scowl of his face, but he couldn't stop his hands from shaking because of rage when he saw the sight in front of him. Staring him right in the eye was Hiroshi Tanaka, looking the same as he looked a year ago and clinging onto his arm in a revealing kimono was someone familiar.

Yuna's feigned innocent curiosity towards Madara and Hiroshi nodded at him with a sly look in his eyes.

Madara was so close to ripping out Hiroshi's arms. Actually, he just might do exactly that.

"Madara-sama, what a pleasure, please meet my dearest acquaintance, Natsuki Mizuki-san." Hiroshi said and politely gestured towards Madara's wife who conjured a slightly disappointed look on her face.

"I'm so sorry that Yuna-sama couldn't join us tonight…I was looking forward to meeting her in person since all I've heard many rumours about her." She said with a sigh. Madara's eyebrow twitched, he thought exactly what Yuna wanted him to think; that Hiroshi had no idea that she is the real Uchiha Kunisada Yuna.

He forced himself to look and act calm, despite his possessive nature telling him the opposite.

"Yes it is unfortunate, indeed. My wife wished to attend but she suddenly caught a virus and is sick in bed. Bringing her would've put a lot of strain on her body and I wasn't willing to risk that." He explained smoothly. Hiroshi nodded while 'Mizuki' looked worried.

"It's nothing serious I hope?" Her fingertip touched her lip carefully. She was leaning on Hiroshi with the dress revealing much more skin than necessary.

Madara shook his head.

The men became serious and began talking business. Yuna wasn't sure if Madara was lying, or was he actually considering Hiroshi's proposal. They seemed to be on friendly terms, Madara had accepted promises of valuables and grain, promising to think about this proposal.

The sums Hiroshi was offering were astronomical and tempting. All this effort just so he could be Madara's superior, as if he still wasn't aware that Madara was the sole person responsible for the outcome.

Mizuki leaned near Hiroshi's ear and whispered something before biting his earlobe softly, making him grin because of the sensations that tingled his body by her touch.

Madara's hand was jerked violently, and the glass in his hand was shattered in a second, sending hot tea and shards flying everywhere.

Mizuki jumped and looked at his hand. Small droplets of blood were falling from it, but Madara's expression remained the same.

"Is your hand alright, Madara-sama?" she asked, genuinely worried, and for a moment he caught a glimpse of Yuna. Hiroshi got up, and kissed her on the cheek softly.

"I'll go get someone to clean this up." He said before rushing out of the room, leaving the door ajar on purpose.

The worried expression melted away from Yuna's face and was replaced with a look Madara hadn't seen before. It was purely sadistic and…

He loved that look. That was the woman he could respect, a remnant of the old Yuna, though it wasn't enough to diminish his anger.

"What do you think you are doing?" Madara spat at Yuna, at the same time plucking out shards of glass, simultaneously healing the tiny wounds.

Yuna's eyebrow rose and an irreproachable look decorated her features.

"Well it looks like I'm following the plan!" She exclaimed and rolled her eyes. Madara snorted before yanking a shard out roughly. Yuna's smirk died down and she sighed.

'Stop hurting yourself, Madara.' Was what she wanted to say to him, but she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of hearing those words...not yet.

She wanted to see the desire in his eyes, to beg for control and corrupt her.

"My ass is following the plan better than you!" He almost shouted.

Yuna chortled, "I'll get the damn sword by the end of the day as promised...Though I'm curious, are you embarrassed, Madara?" She asked with a giggle escaping her lips.

Madara sneered at the woman. If she felt well enough to pull this kind of crap, then she didn't need his protection.

Before Madara could respond Hiroshi returned with a quivering maid who was giving her all to stay serious and professional. Madara's hand was almost completely healed by that time.

Tanaka's eyebrow rose: "You know medical ninjutsu?" He asked, genuinely surprised. Madara rose from his seat with an angry expression.

"Of course."

Both of the men bowed politely, Madara a bit more reluctantly than Tanaka.

"Well...I mustn't keep you away from your ill wife any longer. Please consider the offer I proposed, I hope to hear from you soon." He rose. Madara sneered.

"Oh you will, in a fortnight."

Hiroshi took Yuna's hand and guided her out of the room, leaving the maid behind to clean. When Madara turned right, they followed the left corridor.

Both of them kept a serious face the entire five minutes that it took to get to Hiroshi's room. When the two maids that prepared Hiroshi's room left his chambers, Yuna burst out laughing.

"Oh my dear he's expression was priceless!" She said between hysterics. Hiroshi was pleased with how this night had turned out.

His eyes followed Yuna's bare neck down to her cleavage. Her laughter died down and she lifted her hand to her breast and pulled the cloth down just a little bit more.

"Is there anything wrong?" She asked innocently. Hiroshi walked up to Yuna and pushed her down to the bed. A yelp escaped her lips when he pinned her hands above her head before pulling the dress down her body.

Yuna closed her eyes and a soft moan escaped her lips when the man began to suck gently on her nipple while massaging the right breast with his free hand. She arched her back under him, moaning when he brushed his teeth over the sensitive skin or played with his tongue.

He pulled away with a chuckle escaping his lips.

"You're quite the sensitive one, aren't you?" He said and released Yuna's arms, using the free arm to pull up the dress.

He began working on her other nipple, not leaving it without attention. His hands trailed down her body and under the dress. With his hand and some help from Yuna he removed her underwear before he started to tease her.

She couldn't do it.

No matter how humiliating it was to admit, she couldn't betray Madara.

Whatever she truly was, this was not it. Sleeping with vile, petty men was not part of her.

Yuna had to get him to release her hands so she could overpower him.

She twisted her hands free and rolled them over so she was straddling him. Hiroshi looked up with amusement, completely unaware what was about to happen.

With a sharp movement she hit the pressure point on his neck and Hiroshi collapsed, but not before she could memorise the surprise and confusion written on his face.

She stood up and grabbed the sword from the other end of the room.

"Pardon me, but I'll be keeping the dress," she whispered to no one in particular before walking to the window. Yuna straightened the dress to cover as much as possible, snuck a quick look around to make sure that no one saw her and disappeared into the night.

Just as planned, the same carriage that brought them was waiting in the forest. She skipped down the road, cursing herself for not nicking a pair of shoes as well.

Yuna opened the door and stepped in and tossed Madara the sword. He caught it without ease and placed it under the seat. As soon as she sat down the carriage started to move forward.

"You took quite a while. Did you run into any obstacles?" he inquired.

Yuna noticed that his tone was rather...distant. The anger that had been there almost forty minutes ago was gone. Yuna wiped the remaining lipstick into her sleeve and nodded.

"No problems at all. I think that I got away undetected. Not that they actually had any idea who I am." she said with a calm expression.

Madara snorted and rolled his eyes. His mind seemed to be occupied with other matters so she diverted her attention elsewhere. Just when she let her guard down Madara grabbed her and pulled her on his lap with her back pressed up against the wall, leaving her no way out.

She yelped when he slipped his hand under the dress, feeling for her underwear. Yuna felt a blush creep on her cheeks.

Shit, she had left her underwear there.

He knew?

Madara didn't bother removing his hand, inserting two fingers in her, making her gasp. Intimacy in the confinement of a bedroom was one thing, but in a place where there was a stranger just behind a thin wall...that was frightening.

A grin wriggled on his face and he pushed the dress down with his other hand. Yuna found it hard to control her breathing, and her heart was fluttering faster than butterfly wings.

"No underwear..." He murmured in her ear, "I think you did more than just talk".

Yuna clamped her mouth shut. His touch was completely different from Hiroshi's but she liked it more. Madara heard a supressed moan and he chuckled.

"He touched my breasts, nothing else, I promise," she whimpered.

This was unreal, this couldn't be really happening. Yuna couldn't fathom Madara touching her like this, willingly, just as she hadn't believe that she would enjoy it to this extent.

"Do you think that makes me less jealous? Another man got intimate before you before I did…"

Madara enjoyed watching her face while she tried to hold her moans. His hand was covered with her juices. He kissed the sensitive skin on her neck, leaving bite marks behind. It excited him to feel that she leaned in for more.

This was punishment enough, and incredibly fun at that.

"I wonder whose touch you like more..." He asked. With a swift movement he reversed their positions, keeping Yuna on her back. She tried to sit up before she suddenly lay back again when she felt him press up against her.

Madara kept her hands pinned above her head so she wouldn't be able to mute the moans coming from her mouth. If she had no problem screaming in the lord's room then why should she feel ashamed here? She gasped, wrapping her legs around him when he pushed inside of her.

Madara wasn't usually the one to give something for free. He enjoyed hearing woman moan his name and beg for more, but as long as he got some pleasure out of it as well. Yet this time was different. His woman had been touched by some other man. Only he was allowed to listen to her moans and feel her body convulse in pleasure.

This was more than just sex. For the first time ever Madara felt that he was truly connecting with someone and suddenly all walls between them melted away into nothingness.