"God damn it, Bella." Madara turned on his heel and threw his backpack to the ground.

I hung my head in shame, "I'm sorry." For the last mile I had been falling behind and tripping over my own two feet repeatedly. The sun hadn't even rose over the grasslands yet we were trudging on in the early AM. I was tired, sore, and feeling slightly nauseous.

I heard a deep sigh escape him. He walked over to my side and brushed the hair out of my face, "I understand you're not used to walking long distances, but we need to move faster." He rubbed the back of his neck and grunted in annoyance, "this is why you need to wear shoes."

"I don't like shoes."

"I know you don't. If you keep walking on your feet in this kind of terrain you're going to hurt yourself, not only that but you're dragging us far behind schedule. There's only one solution, Princess." He handed me his backpack and gestured for me to jump up on his back.

I laughed and walked on, leaving Madara to snicker behind me. "Nope."

I couldn't imagine where he was taking me, or why we had to wake up so early to get there, but I have learned not to question his motives anymore. We were heading west towards the Wind country, down an old beaten grass trail that moved through open high grass, that's about all I knew of our location.

I have to keep up, my feet ached in a way that I had never felt before. Little Princess me, can't even handle a short walk to the Wind Country, I'm pathetic. I could hear Madara rustle about behind me but I overlooked it. Carry me piggy back? Like I'd allow him to degrade me in that manner!

Wind blew past me and my feet come up from the ground, "Madara!" I screamed as I felt the man pull me up into his arms, cradling me like an infant. "Let me go this instant, you ruffian."

He chuckled, "you did not just call me a ruffian."

"I call them like I see them," I hmphed and turned away as best as I could in his constricting embrace. "Now put me down, this is not a game."

He didn't falter, "Something that's been on my mind." He pondered quizzically. "Your Kekkei Genkai, I've never heard of that kind of Jutsu before. Do you think it's hereditary?"

"Wondering about children, now are we?" I rolled my eyes, Power-Strength-Finesse, is that all that goes on in your mind? "I don't believe it is, my mother hadn't such abilities and no one on my father's side has even a notion of what a Kekkei Genkai is."

He furrowed his brow under the stress. "So where did it come from?"

Why does it concern him? "I think it's mutation, maybe from genetics or perhaps from an environmental contamination."

"Were you exposed to something early on?" He shifted me up in his arms so that my head lied on his shoulder.

I don't see how this conversation benefits him at all. "Just before I was born a tailed beast destroyed a village close to the palace. My father said my mother was pregnant with me when it happened."

He looked ahead of us at the open scenery, we were moving at a quick pace on the grassland. "That makes sense, I suppose. Exposure to immense Chakra could have stimulated your Chakra System."

My father had told me that the tailed beast was never captured either. Worrisome, those beasts are truly frightening. Moving on, Madara pursued his investigation. "You already contain an arsenal of Kekkei Genkai's, but in your land you cannot use Jutsu- so how-"

I interrupted, "My father wanted me to develop my gift, so for my birthday each year we would take trips across the land to visit clans and territories."

"Hmm," Madara mumbled. "I recall your father calling it a gift too. If he isn't a bigot against the Ninja Arts, why is it banned in the land of Fire?"

"Diplomacy," I answered simply. "The people asked for it to be outlawed so that they could legally protect themselves against Shinobi who threatened their homes and business's. My father agreed- then I was born."

He grunted in annoyance, "So he's a hypocrite. He allowed people to attempt witch hunts for Shinobi, but kept you tucked away in his pocket."

He was just trying to protect me. "Do you have to say it like that?"

"So which clans have you met?"

"Oh man that's a long list," twelve birthdays, twelve clans. "but the clans that you'd be interested in hearing about would be the Hyuga, Uzumaki, Hagoromo, Sarutobi, and Yota."

My list appeared to peak his interest, "that explains a lot. You've met some tall standing clan leaders- and seen some powerful Jutsu I bet. Do you have the Byakugan than?"

I nodded, I don't like where this is going.

He smiled brightly, "That's good, I'll have to see it later….I strongly suggest you keep that bit about the Uzumaki between you and I, though. My father would be less than happy to hear you were acquainted with them."

The thought of meeting his father struck me with panic, "Is he going to hate me?"

"My father?" I nodded against his shoulder. "Probably, but don't let it bother you. He had his heart set on me marrying an Uchiha. Although I'm not into the idea of my children have twelve toes like my cousins."

"Ew, what!" I snapped and postulated myself. Incest, you've got to be kidding me!

He shrugged me back against him, "stop moving, yes that may sound strange to you but in Shinobi clans it's common practice. With both mother and father having similar genes, children will most likely be capable of family Jutsu. There is a chance that our child could be born without the Sharingan, and my father will hate that."

I pouted, I don't want anyone to hate me.

"You won't have to worry about him though, you'll hardly see him- I rarely see him myself."

At least Mr. Stay-Away-From-Home is gone, now I can get all my questions out. "What about your mom?"

"My mother died in a war when I was young, she was a medic. Izuna's mom died giving birth to him, and my father divorced all the other women." He said devoid of emotion.

"Um," I grumbled. "Is that normal for a Shinobi." Oh goodness, what would happen to me if we divorced?

Madara gave me a queer look, "No- my father's love life is an anomaly. Don't worry Princess, you're not getting rid of me that easily." He pinched my knee jokingly making me squirm in his grasp.

Is that a good thing?

I shook the sleeping girl in my arms, we had finally reached our destination. My arms are aching a bit, I must be getting weak. Izuna's going to have a field day when he sees me. Fucking Aye. She opened her eyes slowly and yawned. "Are we there yet?"

"Yes." She looked up at the temple that I had brought her to and sudden realization washed over her.

"We're getting married now?" Her eyes wandered over large red building that I had brought her to. Three monks stood outside the front door and waved to us pleasantly. We still had a few hours of daylight to get this over with and find a place to sleep. I hate weddings.

I set her on her feet and adjusted her hair out of her face, "I'll be right back I'm going to talk to those monks."

She grabbed my wrist as I walked away, I pivoted my head back to see what the hold up was. "Don't you want your family here? Your dad or brother at least."

Her eyes burned into me as they quizzed my intentions. I shrugged indifferently, "I admit, it would be nice to have my brother here for this, but we have to marry before my father finds out." I answered the impending question that hid behind her eyes. "I don't want anyone ruining our day, not even my father. If he knew, he'd cause a scene and you don't need that. Not on our wedding day."

She let go of my wrist content with my answer, "I'm sorry you have to disobey your father for me."

For you? I laughed, "Sweetheart, disobeying my father is my favorite past time. I'll be right back- don't move." I heard a noise come from Bella but ignored it.

I walked up the steps towards the waiting monks, I waved to them kindly. "Sorry for popping in without notice."

They bowed passively, "No trouble at all. What can we do for you?" A bald monk interjected.

I pointed down at Bella, "See that women." I watched the three monks gaze down at her. She flushed in embarrassment as the attention was turned on her. She had both of her hands behind her back hiding something in them. What is she up to?

The three monks focused on her. Without the diamonds, gold, and silk- Bella looked beautifully common. Neither of the monks could tell who she really was, "an elegant beauty." One commented and looked back to me as if to say, what the hell are you doing with her?

"Somehow the Gods have blessed me with that young woman, and she has agreed to marry me, do you think we could arrange a hasty wedding worthy of her?" The three monks looked amongst each other in anxiety. "Please, it's the least she deserves."

One of the monks looked down at her again and laughed unexpectedly, the other two followed suit and looked with him- all laughing as they did. What's so funny? "Yes we'll make preparations." They smiled and walked through the open doors.

I turned around to see what had changed their heart. "Bella put that down, damn it!" She swung around my sword that she somehow had snuck out of my holster. I looked down at the empty sheath, sneaky little wench.

"You were taking a long time, and I got bored!" She laughed and swung it up in the air, accidentally letting it go as it surged upwards.

"God damn it woman, move back!" I snapped at her and felt my heart seize in my chest.

"Ah!" She screamed and ran back as it came down where her head once stood.

She chuckled at her silliness, she's going to send me to an early grave. I can see it already. "When did you take my sword?" I walked down the steps and replaced my stolen item.

"When you said 'don't move.'" She beamed.

"I'm going to have to watch out for you,"

She nodded. "Oh yah, me and my shenanigans." She playfully pulled my hair to prove her point.

I walked with up the steps and into the temple. The open hallway was decorated in several religious pictures and potted plants. She played with one of the plants and pulled the petals out of its flowers. She acts like a toddler. I handed her the shopping bag out of my backpack. "My present to you, Princess."

She opened it and pulled up a beaded bodice. Her eyes darted open and she giggled light heartedly. "You bought it for me? You actually got the dress!"

I remembered back to when I first saw it in the wedding shop. Instantly the image of her wearing it enchanted my mind. Even though I was the only person who would see her in it, I knew it would be worth the extremely upscale price. "I told you I was going to get it for my wife."

She put it back in the bag and gave me an awkward but elated hug. "You were just messing with me in the dress shop than."

"Of course I was," I pecked the top of her head and pushed her forward towards the women's washroom. The least I can do is get her a nice dress and a ring to make up for squashing her fairytale wedding. "I'll be outside the door if you need any help."

She nodded and ducked into the bathroom. I leaned back against the wall. One of the monks from earlier peaked his head around the corner dressed now in his formal ceremonial clothing. "We're ready when you are." He bowed and scooted off again.

I can't believe I'm getting married. This is surreal.

I heard her giggling inside the bathroom. She found the lingerie. I smiled myself at the thought of her wearing the new equipment I had bought her. I was careful when picking it out, avoiding all busty-er's or bustiers, whatever you call that annoying contraption.

CRASH "You ok in there?" I knocked on the door.

More giggling erupted, "hope that wasn't expensive."

I moaned and squeezed the bridge of my nose, 'till death do we part' sounds more like a mission than a vow in our case. "Stop breaking shit."

"Don't swear in a holy shrine!" She scolded.

"Shit, Shit, Shit!" I hid my grin, I really shouldn't taunt whatever God is on my side. He's been treating me well this last month.

She cracked the door open and poked her arm out to hit me on my side. "Stop that, you hooligan!"

I love your antique vocabulary. I can already hear you snapping at our kids to 'make silent with their unlatched muzzles.'

A few minutes later she walked out of the bathroom completely transformed back to her elegant princess self. She smiled at me in a way I felt only a wife could smile at her husband, "I'm ready."

"You look… I don't have a word." I paused and looked down at her radiance. She had pinned her hair up in that alluring way that always seemed to flame up my primitive Shinobi side and she had somehow zipped up the back of the tight crystal bodice herself.

"Thank you, I think, are you changing?" I shook my head, "didn't think so." She laughed as she looked over my shinobi clothing.

I gestured my arm to her and she held it closely, leaning her head against my bicep. We turned the corner and walked into the main room where the ceremony was to be held. Both of us stopped at the threshold and bowed, gaining a bow back from the monks. Bella's dress reflected against the walls turning the room into a giant kaleidoscope. The monks were even capsized by her beauty.

Without delay they went into prayer, chanting hymns and blessing the bond we would soon create. I bent down and whispered in my gorgeous wife's ear, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you in that dress."

Her eyes went wide and she elbowed me in the side, "Shhh!"

The monks turned to us and began the ceremony. Handing me a small bowl they filled it three times with a small portion of water, medium portion of water, and a large portion of sake. Bella did the same as I- and enjoyed the third sipping all too much. I'm going to have to watch her drinking habits.

I had lost track of time as I looked down at my pretty little wife, I wonder if I'll feel the same when we're old? I heard one of the monks clear his throat, he repeated "your vows."

I nodded, crap I forgot the traditional Shinto vows… I'll wing it. "I, Madara Uchiha, take you to be my wife. I pledge my loyalty and love to you and your desires, and I promise to make your wishes come true as you have made mine. I swear to choose you from now into every lifetime I live, through every world we live, inside any reality that is created, I will find you and I will choose you. From this day forward you will never walk alone and your home will be my arms. This ring will be your shield, and I will be your sword- I will fight for you with my body and soul."

She looked up at me with amazement, even the monks seemed surprised at my willingness to spill my guts in front of an audience. "That's so not fair." Bella gawked.

I smiled, "Your turn."

She looked to the monk who further encouraged her, she sighed and focused on the right thing to say. "I Isabella Shijimi," The monks went wide eyed in realization of who they were marrying. "Take you to be my husband. I pledge my faith and my abilities to you and your ambitions. I promise to be your sunrise in the darkest night. I swear to you- my heart will be your home, and in my eyes you will find sanctuary and peace. I will not judge you, but cherish you. For as long as I wear this ring, I choose you."

I smiled content with her vows, "exchange the rings." The monk reminded

I pulled out the wedding ring I had been hiding from her. The unrelenting joy that popped up in her eyes released me from any anxiety I had held over this wedding. She lifted her left hand for me to put the ring on and jumped up and down as I put three quarters of my bank account on her ring finger.

I put my cheap gold band in her hand to put on my right ring finger. She did it quickly and went back to dazzling at her ring. Better fucking like it, that was the single most expensive thing I have ever bought in my life.

The monks solemnly finished up the wedding ceremony, we bowed twice to the sakaki branch that they had placed at the end of the altar and we clapped twice.

Finally it's over.

I picked Bella up into my arms with no objection from her and carried her out of the temple. I turned to one of the monks before I left and whispered, "We were never here." I encouraged.

He nodded, understanding how royally fucked he'd be if I had to come all the way back here to mute him and his companions.

"Seriously," she said not amused by our sleeping quarters. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I prefered the motel."

I gave the impudent woman a stabbing glare, "I have spent nearly every dollar I have saved up for the last three years in just a few days. Not only that, but the closest inn is another thirty miles away and that's half a day's journey in itself. It's one night, Princess." I reminded her as I lied down on the soft grass and looked up at the sky.

She stood and looked up at the night with me, "I wonder how many dead people we pissed off today." She pondered.

Basically anyone who died an Uchiha and your mother. "Alot."

"Do you think it was worth it?" Why does she always have to be so self-conscious?

I shrugged, "I don't regret anything. Do you?"

She shook her head and looked over the dark horizon. The sun had set and we were the only people within a few miles. I watched her gaze out expectantly, as if the future were charging at her. She looked like a deity- perhaps even the ideal that some God had mimicked to create all other women. She was perfect at least and unreal, but somehow I could touch her. A lucid dream?

"Take off your dress." I ordered her.

She looked back at me, "Here?"

"I won't be content till I have you everywhere." Without arguing she fumbled with the back of her dress and released herself from the white gown. The cloth glided down her body and lied disheveled in the grass. Half naked she stood in the middle of the empty grasslands, open and waiting for me to take her. The moonlight shined down on her and illuminated her body- making it glow in the night like a lantern.

I sat up from the grass and bid her to walk closer to me. She did so willingly, peaking my arousal. She stood not even a meter in front of me, wearing only the thin corset slip that I had bought her. I seized her hips and pulled her to stand over me- her pelvis at equal level with my lips.

Gently I nibbled on her thigh and licked over the transparent fabric that hid her stomach. She leaned her head back and moaned while intertwining her fingers in my hair. "Ready to consummate this thing. Mrs. Uchiha?"

She halted her heavy breaths and looked down at me, lacking all amusement. "Mr. Uchiha, you are as unromantic as it gets."

A/N: I will only be updating on Sundays from now on due to school being back in session.