"Jonathan, my lovely secretary!"

The skinny man appeared in the office doorway, "Yes, my beautiful lady?"

I couldn't help but smile, "Could you please find me last year's revenue filings?"

"There are none."

My smile immediately dropped. "What do you mean there are none." I was kneeling on the ground with thousands of unfiled paper work scattered across the office floor. I had been working on restoring the office all week but it was still as dirty as when I first found it. I needed all the papers for the Uchiha's income so I could make a budget, but the last filing was from five years ago.

"The Uchiha haven't made any money for a while."

I fell backwards on my back and groaned till my throat was sore. I wanted to stab someone, I didn't know who but somebody had to be reprimanded for this, and Tajima was already dead. "Who's brilliant idea was it to stop the economy?" Who stops an economy, how has this clan survived this long?

"Tajima."

"I hate him."

"You can't hate the dead."

"Watch me!" I wanted to throw something but that would just mean I'd have to pick it up. I don't want to do this anymore, I need someone else to do it. I'm tired and fat with a big bumbling baby that is sure to be just as big as my big dumb husband. "Fetch me servants!"

Jonathan laughed, "my Queen, you have no servants."

"Well find me some then."

"And pay them with what?"

"DAMN YOU, TAJIMA!"

I sat up and got back to work, since no one else in the Uchiha knew how to. Jonathan began to walk away but I growled at him as if I were Blizzards real mom. My faithful secretary walked back in the room, "Was there something else you needed, milady?"

"Yes," I picked up a document I had prepared for the Hawks. "Send this to Jeri's, address it with my maiden name."

Jonathan took the scroll with confusion, "Jeri, the mass distributer, and why your maiden name?"

I attempted to pick up a file from the ground but it stuck to the ground and ripped in half. "DAMN IT!" I shrieked. I was in full sailor mode. "I'm not paying you to ask questions, just do it!"

"You're not paying me at all." He mocked goodheartedly. I wanted to rip his smug face off with my swollen pregnant hands.

I turned around and looked at Blizzard who was sleeping on top of the desk. "Blizzard," he looked up. "Get him!"

He leaped off the table in his teenage Tiger body and chased the squealing man out of the room. That'll teach him!

As soon at Blizzard returned with a scrap of Jonathans underwear stuck in his teeth I went back to work. My big kitty son passed back out on the desk as I started to sort the fiscal filings and out of date demographical reports. I had no idea how I knew so much about management, but somehow I knew a lot. I knew exactly how to fill these reports out and where to file them. I walked around the room as if it were my first home and I knew this wasn't just a coincidence.

"Yutaku, please don't bother me when I'm doing paperwork. You know I can never meet my deadline with your interruptions."

"Shut up and get on the desk."

My cheeks turned crimson as I heard erotic sounds fill my ears to tempt my imagination. "Blizzard," I ordered my Tiger again.

He looked up dutifully, "(Mom?)"

"Get off the desk, that's a dirty place!" He jumped down as the sound of screaming evaded my ears.

"Harder!"

I dropped the stack in my hand in shock. "No stop that, I don't want to hear that!" I said suddenly.

Blizzard looked at me, "(I didn't say anything?)"

"No not you." He looked around the room and back at me as if I were crazy. I sighed, "Your Mommy's gone nuts, Kid."

I knew I needed to get out, take a walk or something. Jonathan would be mad if I left without him though. I probably should have waited, but the vivid memories were growing more visual by the second and I didn't think I could handle seeing another sex memory of Yutaku and I.

As Blizzard and I walked down the streets of the Uchiha village I grew sad. I didn't like to see this place in such shambles, these people deserved better than that. I'll make things right, I'll make everything better.

I pressed the slight bump on my stomach as I thought of my husband, I was starting to miss him now. The anger was all gone and now all I wanted was to be close to him again. I saw him in my dreams, although I called him by a different name it was all the same. He was my husband and he was no longer here. My heart ached in the worst kind of way, in a way I had never felt before.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder. I wished my husband was home again, even if it was just to make a mess I'd have to clean up. I hadn't ever lusted after someone either, but I really missed our nights together. When he comes home, I won't yell at him or cry. I'll just hug him… and tell him I love him. I wasn't sure if it was true but I was hoping it was. I wanted to love him down to my very core.

Izuna was outside of my tent when I left. "Again?" He said irritably.

I rolled my eyes as I slipped on my shirt. "Don't tell me you like to listen."

He growled and strutted ahead of me, "what are you going to do when Bella finds out you've been cheating on her?"

Who? I almost said but remembered before the word could leave my lips. "She won't. How could she, she's hundreds of miles away."

Izuna's disdainful eyes targeted me hatefully, "Hana has a big mouth."

"Hana's not stupid. She knows I'd kill her."

He paused, "…people have eyes."

"They know I'd kill them."

My usually happy-go-lucky little brother stopped suddenly and glared, "And what about me? Would you kill me if I told her that you're fucking around with another women?"

This fucking punk…. He wouldn't. "Are you planning something, Izuna?" We stopped in the middle of camp, exactly where everyone could hear but I couldn't care less. Let them hear, I'm don't fucking care what they have to think.

Izuna lifted his chin as if to challenge me in a game of height. "You should have never gotten married, Madara. You're just like Dad." Just hearing him compare me to that disgrace of a leader triggered a reflex in my arm. I punched my brother with all the strength in my right arm causing him to fall back to the ground.

"I am nothing like him! I'm not going to ruin my life just because some fucking woman died, I'm not a disgrace to this family!"

He rubbed his cheek sorely and his childish smile found a way back to his smug face. "So that's it? You're afraid to be like Dad and Grandpa?"

"Of course not!" There's no fear, because I'm nothing like them.

He laughed, "Yeah that's it. You think Bella will make you like them." What the fuck is he talking about? "It's not true, but if you're adamant on playing this game just divorce her."

I rolled my eyes, "And do what with her. I can't very well send her back home."

"How about you pass her to me." He smiled slyly.

He dodged my kick quickly and got to his feet, "Fuck off, Izuna. She's my wife, I'm not passing her around."

Without regard for his own safety he continued to tempt me. "You've always given me you're boring old toys before. You know I always take good care of them."

The disgusting image of him and my wife together almost made me vomit. She would never sleep with him, I don't even need to say anything to this little fucking bitch of a boy. And as much as I knew my wife would never touch him, I couldn't help but reiterate exactly what I'd do if he'd try. "I don't care who you are, my brother or an enemy. I'll kill you just the same if you touch her." I threatened him, but he appeared to care less.

Izuna had never spoken to me so carelessly before, and I had no idea he even wanted Bella. My mind rewound back to when we were all home again. I looked for signs of Izuna's lust but all I could remember was a strange look he'd give Bella across the kitchen table ever so often. I just thought he really liked her cooking. I almost felt betrayed by him for thinking about my wife, but I compressed those feeling to the back of my mind. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. I can't fucking care, if I do… I'm just like them.

Izuna stood tall in front of me, not backing down. "I love Bella, and I know you do too." I grinded my teeth in annoyance. "Even if you won't admit it, but if you really want to be rid of her I'll take her off your hands gladly. She's a beautiful woman and a great wife, it's no sacrifice on my part." None of his words aided me in the slightest, even though I know he meant them too. The keen sense of disloyalty and utter betrayal mocked my emotions. Half of me didn't want to care and the other half wanted to kill him but all of me knew I still wanted that woman even if she'd be the death of me. Izuna sighed. "Don't look at me like I'm some awful brother. Every man in his right mind envy's you! You're the fucking crazy one here. How could you risk Bella just to fuck some slut like Hana! Just because you think you'll be a good leader if you do? Is that how you rationalize this? You fucking loved her, I saw it in your eyes, what changed?!"

I could sense my soldiers eyes looking at me with side glances but nobody dared to observe us fully. I was there leader and this was my life, something Izuna needed to learn. "It's not the end of the fucking world! So what, I cheated on her, she'll get over it! That's her fucking job! I gave her a roof over her head, saved her fucking life, gave her food, and everything in my wallet to make her happy. So what if I fuck someone else, she should just be happy that I'm still with her crazy ass."

"She's not crazy, she's pregnant with your baby! And what about how she will feel when she finds out about this, you know cheating on her when she's sick at home with your baby? And don't say she won't find out, because I'll fucking tell her if you don't!"

"….I don't care how she feels. Go ahead and fucking tell her." I hated to admit it, but it was hard to say.

Izuna was speechless, for once the kid couldn't say a word. He just shook his head and walked away silently. Fuck him, my marriage is none of his business. I can fuck whoever I want. Maybe if Dad and Grandpa didn't get so hung up on their wives the Uchiha would have won over the Senju by now. I'll be a better leader than them, I'll be the one who brings the Uchiha to their peak.

I knew I had a meeting starting with my council soon, but I needed to take a walk. Clear my head somehow. It's not like Bella loves me anyway. Why would she care if I fuck around?

My brother was the new leader of the Senju, and Madara had been voted as the Uchiha's. The Shinobi world was in for a rude awakening now, and nobody was going to be ready for what these two idiots were going to do.

Hashirama was reading a scroll that had just arrived with urgency. The Lord of Fire's seal was on it and my brother's brow knitted as he read on. "What's going on?"

He looked up with secrecy plastered across his face, "Tobirama, make sure the tent's secure. Nobody can hear us."

I checked the area with my sensory type, but no one was in ear shot of us. "We're ok, what is it?"

He brushed his hand through his long straight brown hair. "…The Queen of Fire wants to hire us…"

Why would she do that! This doesn't make any sense! "But they're with the Uchiha! We're in a fucking war against them, is she mental?"

He appeared to be at war with himself. He hadn't been leader long yet he's had to make some hard decisions already. Although he never appeared to look this bothered by something before. "…. She wants us to …."

My patience was growing thin, "Out with it, what the hell could she possibly want!"

"She wants us to assassinate one of the Uchiha's POW's…. Isabella Shijimi."

"Her daughter?"

He nodded, "Yeah." He looked as if he were re-reading the document to see if he missed anything but his expression dropped even further when it appeared he hadn't.

"How much is she paying?"

Hashirama jumped from his chair to his feet in surprise. "You've got to be kidding me, Tobirama! We would never get involved in something like this."

We were a proud clan, one that proclaimed justice and peace but lately our ethical standards were growing shaky. "You know the situation we're in, Hashirama. Our clan needs money, urgently." Our father, with his best intentions at heart, had run our clan into a financial catastrophe. We had been spending too much money on our weapons and armor and not enough on food. If we continued like this we were sure to end up like the Uchiha. Hungry and poor, wallowing in handmade shacks.

Hashirama was in bitter denial. "I know but not like this."

"How much." I repeated, there was no way around it. If she was paying enough we had to. No matter who it was.

"Ten figures."

"We have to."

"I know…."

A/N: Don't worry, it only get's better. :) - Smiley of Doom.