Love's Test of Time (Madara Uchiha x OC)

XV - Snow

Songs:
Shelter - The Satellite Station
you were good to me - Jeremy Zucker, Chelsea Cutler
Electric Feel - Chase Eagleson

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Pushing. Screaming. Crying. Babies wailing. Blinding lights. The pain burned white like a brazier. Panting, I sat up slightly, trying to see my children.

But two cloaked figures stood, one holding a wrapped baby, and another using a towel to dry the other. My children. I teared up looking at their beautiful, crying faces. They were precious.

I reached out, intending to hold them, but my hands caught on something. I looked down. My wrists were cuffed with metal, the chains buried into the wall, keeping me from reaching forward.

I looked back at the cloaked figures. They turned and began walking away. No! My babies!

"Stop! Where are you going with them?!" My screams had no effect on the people. They kept moving forward as if entranced by a single goal.

"Give me back my children! Hey! Stop! Please, come back!" My screams turned into sobs as they retreated beyond the door and I tried wrenching my hands free; the metal biting into my soft wrists and blood slowly oozing down my arms.

"Give them back!" I wailed one last time before being slammed awake, screaming as I bolted upright, sweat dribbling down my forehead. I threw off the covers and jumped to my feet out of bed.

"What's wrong?!" Madara questioned, moving across the bed to my side.

I only made it two steps before black spots of dizziness forced me to my knees and a wave of nausea caused me to heave out my supper on the floor. I retched over and over again, still panting in fear and exhaustion.

Madara kneeled next to me and placed a hand on my arm and back in an attempt to soothe me. But his cold hand felt like the metal cuff and I gasped, wrenching away from him, and scuttling backward several feet.

Wiping my mouth clean, I stared at Madara's frowning blindfolded face and took several deep breaths to calm myself. "Lea, did you have another nightmare?" He moved closer again, this time tentatively reaching a hand out to touch my shoulder.

"Y-yes," I breathed out and moved forward, clutching his shirt and pressing my face to his chest. "They t-took them! People in c-cloaks took our children!" My sobs became muffled as Madara gently wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

He softly shushed me and began rocking side to side, lightly rubbing my back. "It'll be okay. I'm not going to let them get taken," He whispered, resting his cheek on my head.

I sniffled and pulled away slightly. "I can't do this anymore, Madara. I can't be locked up down here with nothing to do," I whispered between gulps of air.

"I'm thinking too much and worrying about what might happen. Everything's so stressful that I have nightmares almost every night!" I exclaimed before burying my face against him again.

He continued rocking me, not saying anything, just holding me tight and my sobbing slowly turned to silent tears. I released his shirt and wrapped my arms around his midsection instead.

Why did it have to be this way? Why can't it be exciting and joyful? Not utterly terrifying...

After several minutes, my tears finally subsided. "We've been down here for four weeks now and I think I'm going crazy..." I whispered to Madara. "It feels like I haven't breathed fresh air, felt the sunlight, or listened to the sounds of nature in forever... There's nothing else to do down here besides think and I keep making up horrible scenarios of what might happen..."