OC, Nami, just moved back to Konoha to become an assistant to famous actress, Sakura Haruno. This will be a tough job that will lead to many career opportunities for Nami. Along the way Nami will find her strength, fall in and out of love, and ultim...
"Everything about Izuna and your deal with the Senju's? Is it true?"
"Come upstairs. Let us talk where things are more private."
Nami followed Madara's raven black ponytail to the elevator and through the mirrored hallway. They were a sight to see. She looked every part of a damsel in distress and he – he looked like the dark villain leading Nami to her demise. Her makeup was smeared and the dress was now dirty from walking without heels and not lifting the train. Madara kept his cool exterior. Nami couldn't help but wonder how he did it. An entire family just wiped off the face of the earth and covered up. Why was she still following this man?
When they reached his door she stopped. She was now too scared to enter his suite. This man was essentially a murderer.
"Nami?"
"It is true, huh?" she began to sob as the elevator closed behind her, leaving her surrounded by endless reflections of herself and this monster.
Madara dropped his guard. His stress lines were now visible and his eyes condemned him to his truth. This titan now looked old and worn out. Weakened.
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"He is the only one I have left."
"Who?"
"Izuna," Madara began, "Please come in. Allow me to explain."
He led Nami to his dark office. The walls were lined with books. Paper, leather, and tobacco filled Nami's senses. Madara grabbed two small glasses and poured a strong whiskey into each glass. He handed one glass to Nami and placed the bottle on the desk between them.
"I am not quite sure where to start," he said as he held his glass between his two hands.
"Why did you cover it up?"
"Izuna has always been in and out of trouble. The addictions started after our parents died."
"Addiction?"
"You name it. He's done it."
"When did your parents die?"
"I was fifteen and he was thirteen. He blamed himself for their death."
"How did they die?"
"Car accident, on their way to pick Izuna up from his friend's house."
"I'm sorry. I understand the pain."
Madara looked at her. Silent.
"My parents died in a car accident when my brother and I were young. We were in and out of the foster system for years."
"How old were you?"
"Five. My brother was seven."
"What is your brother like?"
"Iruka is my light. He has gotten me through so many dark times. I don't know what I'd do if I lost him."
"That's exactly why I needed to help Izuna," Madara poured another drink and held the bottle out to Nami. "I couldn't bear to see him locked up in a prison system that has no respect for human life."
"Where is Izuna now?"
"Remember what I told you at your farewell party?"
"You said to me, 'Learn how to put on a front and protect your heart.'"
"Perfect memory Nami. I am impressed," Madara gave a slight smile. "He is getting help and he is no longer a threat to anyone; but, I won't tell a soul where he is. Hashirama is the only other living person to know his whereabouts."
"I understand."
Nami looked down; but, Madara noticed she was crying. He stood up and went to her side.
"What else did Tobirama tell you?"
"You set me up to work with the Senju's in exchange for Izuna's freedom."
Nami could have sworn she saw a blush cross Madara's face before he turned and grabbed the bottle. He began to drink straight from the bottle with his back turned towards Nami.
"Why didn't you ever tell me before?"
"About Izuna?"
"No, about your feelings for me."
Madara turned towards her. The stress lines were gone, his face taut. He leaned in dangerously close to Nami. She could smell the warm whiskey on his breath. It sent chills down her spine.
"Because if I confessed my feelings for you, make no mistake Miss Umino, you would be mine and mine only. Not that lowlife Hidan, not Shisui, not Itachi, and most certainly not Tobirama's," Madara caressed the nape of her neck and whispered into her ear, "Only mine."
A warm pool formed in between her legs; yet, she was still so angry with the deception. Nami gripped the chair's armrest and shifted in her seat. She faced the Uchiha and stood up to him.
"How did you know about Shisui, Itachi, and me?"
"I have eyes and ears everywhere Miss Umino," he smiled, "It is how I protect my name."
"What happens to you if I break my contract with the Senju's?"
"Hashirama has all of the evidence. He will turn in Izuna."
"And what about me?"
"You'll likely be blacklisted from any other production company. That rejection may spill over to the publishing houses."
Nami took a step back from the Uchiha and leaned on his desk.
"All for money?"
"It is more than that, Nami. It is power and control."
"Then I suppose I cannot be one hundred percent yours. Not while I am bound by a contract for two more movies."
Nami wasn't religious but she believed in karma. She understood why Madara did what he did to protect Izuna. She mourned the family that suffered at their hands but she felt perhaps she would have done the same thing if she were in his shoes.
"That is where you are wrong," Madara cupped Nami's face, "There was no such agreement for me to keep away from you."
