26.

When they got back she was delivered a piece of news that completely eradicated Yuna's desire to see Madara...quite possibly for the next ten years.. Yet encountering him was a plight as certain as the apocalypse.

It was Madara-sama's request after all that she deliver the report personally.

Even the triumphant feeling she got after seeing Shinjiro's face when she found and returned with the money had died. Everything positive was replaced by the growing feeling of disappointment and irritation.

Her hands were clutching a dark blue scroll, a report about the mission that she was instructed to write. Harue helped (mocked) her by pointing out smaller errors.

She knocked on his door and didn't wait for a reply before opening the door. Her eyebrow twitched when she heard someone's yelp. By the black hair Yuna guessed it was an Uchiha woman who was sitting on Madara's lap.

He peeked out from behind her and sighed, "Would you at least wait before coming in like that?"

She didn't even bother to hide the hurt, staring at the woman with a condescending scowl.

The woman quickly…removed her presence and straightened her kimono to cover up her private parts. Yuna didn't leave her until the door was shut before turning to Madara who was leaning on his desk, his face as serious as he could manage in the situation.

Yuna was the first one to break the silence, "Seriously?" She demanded, a humourless laugh escaping her lips, "Then again it is far beyond your reach to live on your own."

He cocked an eyebrow, "What do you mean by that?"

His eyes were annoyed.

"Face it; you can't live without having a woman, if not more, in your life, seeing as you have arranged a new marriage already!" She mocked, throwing her hands over her head dramatically, pacing around the room.

Madara frowned and snorted, "I guess news does really travel fast around here...I thought that it's just talk."

"I am perfectly capable of living without women," he added, "it was you who was ready to feign a pregnancy to keep me by your side!"

What are you afraid of?

That's a question Yuna didn't dare to ask out loud. Madara would be angered, claiming that he isn't afraid of anything.

Another scenario consists of him walking past her in solemn silence, striking a dramatic pose near the door and flipping his hair before looking at Yuna with those dashing eyes and saying "I'm afraid of myself.", or something along those lines. Then he would close the door and wander off just to realise that he has nothing else to do and he'd return to his office.

Yuna shook the idiotic images out of her head and focused on what's in front of her.

Madara's hand reached into a drawer, searching something with his impatience frown forming on his forehead when he couldn't find what he wanted to instantly.

His hand brought out the new mission scroll. For a moment Yuna lost her ground before she walked up to Madara and leaned down close to his lips, just barely brushing them.

"Tell me that I meant nothing to you. Try to deny it!"

Her breath tickled his lips and Madara found it hard not to lean in.

She straightened up and grabbed the scroll from Madara's grasp, shoving the mission report in his face with much more force than necessary.

"There was something there, and you'd just throw it all away for pride."

"What are you suggesting, that we became lovers?"

She was absolutely baffled at his tone. He made the idea sound preposterous, completely out of the question.

"Figure that out yourself!" she barked at him, marching out of the room. Oh she couldn't get out of there fast enough.

Just a few hours later Yuna found herself in a position she didn't fancy a lot. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Madara who was sitting across her.

Stupid, stubborn, bastard, and a few other adjectives were occupying Yuna's mind as she wordlessly kept glaring at him, slouched in her seat.

"You don't need a bodyguard for her, that is just sadistic," she deadpanned.

Madara had plopped his feet on the chair and was lying on his back.

"Well I thought it would be good if you met her today, since you're going to be with her all the time. When she eats her breakfast, when she sleeps, when she's taking a bath..." Yuna grimaced.

"You're acting like a child. Did you think that I was faking it earlier?"

"Evidently, you are unable to mask your feelings if your life depends on it."

"You're disgusting," she snarled.

"So are you carrying my child?"

He asked suddenly. The thought had finally crossed his mind.

"Am I-Wait, what?"

Madara sat up and looked in her eyes curiously. Yuna couldn't even see a trace of amusement.

He...

He was serious about this.

"Are you pregnant?" He repeated the question.

Yuna smiled and glanced away, "Oh who knows...only Mother Nature..." she mused, "I guess you will find out if I suddenly go really fat and start throwing tantrums."

Madara's eyebrow rose, "You've been doing for the past few months so it's hard to note the difference."

The snarky remark earned him a glare from Yuna. He managed to call her fat and bad-tempered in one sentence. It's time to counter the bastard.

"Oh did you know? I'm sharing the room with my team captain. Did I mention that he is so gorgeous and...Oh that body! I get a glimpse every time he changes. His body is probably the best I've ever seen in my life!"

Her temper was cut short when Madara's eyes were suddenly right in front of hers, his breath tickling her upper lip. His knee was sitting between her legs and his right hand was right next to her ear, his large body cramming her in the carriage corner.

Her eyes were amused and she smirked.

"Oh yeah...you were crammed in my life too at some point."

"Shut up." He cut her off.

Yuna obeyed his words and didn't say a word, but the mocking expression remained.

"What you and I do is different. I don't get attached to any of the women I am with."

How does that make it better?

Not even me? She thought.

"And I am with a woman only once. It gets too boring otherwise."

Even with me?

"So don't you ever mention another man in front of me again and also remember..."

He paused before leaning close to her ear.

"I'm the best you've ever had." He whispered those chilling words in her ear, sending tingles down her spine that made her squirm under him, and she couldn't go anywhere. Madara had her cornered.

She sucked in a breath when the tip of his tongue briefly touched a sensitive spot on her neck. It was so brief that she found herself leaning towards him.

Yuna closed her eyes and relaxed. She couldn't remember the last time they kissed. It probably wasn't that long time ago, but she missed the feeling. It was different every time, depending on his mood.

If he was angry or feeling possessive he would always be harsh, but that night that she spent with him before their divorce, back then he was so gentle.

It wasn't lust driving them back then, it was something more profound.

His unoccupied hand was moving down her spine before it lifted up her shirt.

Yuna, who momentarily gained some control tried to stop him, but Madara used his right hand to pin her tiny wrists over her head. Even on the bumpy road he managed to keep his balance.

"Don't do it if you're just going to be half assed about it," she managed.

Madara's lips gave Yuna a moment to take in a breath occasionally. The ninja had memorized all of her sensitive spots with just two times and was mercilessly using all of his knowledge.

He smirked when an occasional yelp or moan seeped through Yuna's lips.

His lips left hers and moved down to her chest. While his tongue was caressing one and his hand touching the other breast. Yuna felt his left hand trail down and unbutton her pants.

She gasped quietly, hoping that the man outside wouldn't hear, when Madara's fingers teased her, just barely touching her.

Yuna leaned towards him but he skilfully moved away just as quick.

This was aggravating, the teasing and Madara's inability to express his emotions. Just now he was breaking his rule of not sleeping with a woman twice.

His hand only brushed her entrance, then stopping there.

Madara simply pulled away, leaving her blushing. She quickly pulled her shirt down and straightened her clothes.

Or…well that rule seemed to remain unbroken.

"We're here."

Yuna just now noticed that the carriage had stopped. She tried to appear less flustered, hoping that the cold air would aid her.

She frowned; her good mood ruined now and nearly kicked the door open before climbing out.

Yuna had never visited or met the Senju clan so it was a new experience for her indeed.

Their main house was hidden deep into the forest, surrounded by natural rivers and animals. They seemed to want to keep man-made objects and interventions to the bare minimum.

A man was sent to meet them at the front. He bowed deeply, "I welcome you Uchiha-sama. Please follow me to mistress Chinatsu."

Yuna followed the man wordlessly, not sure what to expect. Madara looked over his shoulder to Yuna before smirking.

"I expect you to behave well in front of her; after all I'm basically giving you to her as a gift."

Yuna's fist tightened. How could she still carry any feelings towards him was a mystery.

He purposely waited until they were in the Senju main house where they were most likely surrounded with spies before saying something as arrogant as that.

"Of course Madara-sama." She pressed through gritted teeth and a forced smile, though it came out more as a sneer.

"Wipe that look off your face, it's disgraceful."

Just in a few moments she was going to see Madara' new wife, Yuna didn't even know who the wife is.

The man who was leading them knelt down next to a door and slid them open for them. Yuna followed Madara inside, and out of habit sat next to him.

Realising her mistake she quickly moved away to a more respectable distance.

That's when she let her eyes take in who were in front of her.

Senju Chinatsu was a beauty that was far greater than any Uchiha woman's. Her well balanced features were going to stir up a great deal of jealousy in the Uchiha.

Her chocolate eyes, framed with thick luscious lashes held a mischievous glint in them. Her full lips that were painted red, they matched the flowers on her kimono were curved up to a hungry smile.

Next to the beauty sat a man Yuna had only heard about, Senju Hashirama was very much alive and sitting right in front of her.

Unlike Madara he didn't make her feel scared, he didn't look like he'd act superior. His tan skin and dark hair looked wonderful together and his dark eyes looked friendly, emitting a pleasant aura.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Madara. The last time we met was when we formed the alliance, wasn't it?" Yuna's mouth almost dropped. He was so much different from what she imagined. Then again Izuna seemed nice as well.

Something about her set her mind at ease. Hashirama made her feel like she could trust him with her secrets.

"Yes, you are correct. I'm hoping that we can accomplish great things in the future."

On the surface Madara seemed nice, almost friendly, but Yuna saw past that. She knew that Madara still disliked the Senju clan deeply, but he couldn't ignore that being on bad terms with the Senju wasn't benefiting in any way.

"Oh I'm sure we will."

"What a pleasure."

Hashirama turned to Chinatsu unfazed by his curtness. The latter's eyes hadn't left Madara, not even once.

"This is my dear sister, Chinatsu-san. Please take very good care of her Madara-sama. It pains me to give her away but Chinatsu made this choice herself."

Well, that seemed unfair, considering that she was forced right into the marriage.

She didn't dislike Chinatsu, not yet at least but she was afraid of her. The woman radiated beauty, elegance, perfection and Yuna had to go up against her to keep Madara?

It was...discouraging.

Yuna was "kicked out" from the cabin outside to sit next to the driver. She didn't mind really, the thought of being the third wheel in the most awkward of encounters was not something she wanted to engage in.

Their carriage was followed by another one that contained Chinatsu's belongings.

Officially, Yuna was on guard duty to make sure that no one sprung down on them. As if Madara needed protection.

Just the thought of that beautiful woman sitting there, most likely in Madara's arms was disgusting her.

Considering what had occurred just before their arrival. She had the upper hand today, at the very least.

Knowing Madara, he probably got some sort of twisted amusement out of this.

It was cold outside, and the driver was boring her with his silence. So Yuna leaned back and closed her eyes to take a short nap.

A part of her was sure that she's going to dream about Madara and Chinatsu.

How they are cuddling here, right under her ass.

And what's worse, Madara isn't going to care about her feelings. Not one bit.

Yuna was right about them cuddling.

Almost a few seconds after they were seated inside Chinatsu leaned on his chest and rested her hand on his thigh. Madara didn't resist her, but a sense of nostalgia washed over him.

He remembered his first encounter with Yuna.

"We're supposed to get familiar...so talk!"

She had already begun testing him back there. He smirked when he remembered that just after he left she had broken something, a bowl or a cup. He couldn't tell from that far away.

Madara could remember every forceful kiss and how they became much more customary as time passed. It was just for amusement then because of the stress and tension that was in the air back then.

His new, Senju wife, displayed none of these traits. She seemed to be quite pleased, actually.

Chinatsu didn't seem happy with Yuna's presence, but she concealed her feelings well.

Madara held back the urge to sigh before he leaned back in his chair.

Well, he had fucked things up pretty bad with Yuna, to put it mildly.

As promised a new chapter for you! Next one will be uploaded on the 27th and for a good reason. Hope you enjoyed this one.