Uchiha Collision (Sequel of Uchiha Corp)

Love, Lust and Hate

FLASHBACK:

"Why did you let him do it?" Y/n asked the lingering question that she's wanted to ask for months.

Madara sat across from her, bored, or so it seemed. "Does it matter?" He arched a brow as he asked.

As the pregnant woman shifted in her seat, Madara watched her nostrils flare. If she admitted that it mattered, Madara would think that she cared. If she said she didn't care or that it didn't matter, he would see through the lie.

"You claim to truly love me," Y/n would use his words against him, "What man allows that to happen to the woman he loves?"

"If there was ever any doubt of you being an undercover agent," Madara smirked, "this moment erases that. But," he shrugged lightly as he leaned back in his chair again, "I've told you, Izuna knew too much-"

"I thought I knew everything," Y/n snapped.

Closing his eyes, Madara let a soft chuckle escape him. "Now you do," he admitted, "There are a couple of things I may have left out. But Tani is the biggest use of leverage Izuna had against me."

Y/n didn't like that answer at all. It was too open-ended and left room for more lies in the shadows. "Does anyone else know?"

"Who else would?" Madara countered.

It was Y/n's turn to arch a brow, "Hashirama?"

Hating the way his lips curved, Y/n grew uneasy. "Are you wondering how close the four of us really were?" Madara snorted, "Clever. You're fishing to see if you need to worry about them now. I always knew you were smart, my love. I'd rather discuss something more appealing to me."

He was right. Y/n was worried about the Senju brothers. Would they retaliate? They were indicted, but unlike Madara, they were able to make a deal. Moreover, there was no concrete proof that the two had any illegal dealings while Y/n was undercover.

"Such as?" Y/n wasn't sure she should ask the question.

The way Madara seemed at ease only put Y/n more on edge, "I've been told the mansion and penthouse have been remodeled. I'm sure they're brighter now. More lively. Full of l-"

"Not a single thing exists in that wretched place that will remind me of you," Y/n spat, "And the mansion was left to Mikoto and Fugaku to do as they wish."

Another lift of his brow, "I do hope Mikoto is happy with her choices." The implications were heavy. "Do you think there's anything she regrets in life?"

"Not killing you herself," Y/n didn't hesitate.

"I shouldn't have been surprised," Madara admitted, "Women are nothing but liars and whores. Always using men to get what they want out of life. Money. Sex. Love. Material things. You're no different. Are you?"

Silently, Y/n thought of her reply. Unfortunately, she wasn't any better. That wasn't the point she wanted to make, though. "What Mikoto did for her children, for her family, was admirable. I will always put my children and my family first. I think I proved that fact."

"Did you?" Madara asked. "I suppose so," Madara said lazily. "But would you truly do anything for Obito? Would you hide the truth if you thought it would kill him? Would you continue living a lie to protect him? Would you suppress your own happiness for his? Would you die for him?"

The truth? The truth was heavy. But it would only come to light if absolutely necessary. "What lie do you think I'm living?" Y/n shouldn't have asked.

Amusement danced in Madara's eyes, "Why, that you love me, of course."

Y/n scoffed, "I think they forgot to give you your antipsychotic this morning," Y/n leaned forward on the table, "I have never felt anything even remotely close to love for you."

"Why lie to yourself, Y/n?" The conviction in his eyes was much stronger than hers. "I've seen enough video footage of you with Obito to know the authentic look in your eyes. The way you breathe when you relax into his touch. The smile that matches the light in your eyes. The way you bite your lip when you want him to want you. The way you trace your finger over your lip when you're lost in thought as he speaks to you. They're all things, expressions, and gestures that you've done with me. Can you look at me and say that you faked everything?"

Bile scratched its way up her throat for the millionth time since she sat down. What is love? What is affection vs. adoration? Love vs. lust? Attraction vs. temptation? Where did the line become obscured? When did reality begin to blur? Why did her heart clench as she listened to his words?

Y/n couldn't reply, the words lost to her.

"My love," Madara sighed, "Hate me all you want today. But back then, you can't say you didn't love me. You sought my attention on more than one occasion. Distraction or not, I was the one you needed. The one you relied on. The one that wiped your tears. The one that told you the truth about your parents. The one to pick up the pieces of your heart on more than one occurrence."

A belittling laugh left her lips as Y/n wiped her cheeks, "Fuck you," she snapped. "You used me as much as I used you. You manipulated the situation to your benefit just as much as I did. You're a monster without a heart."

It was a sad smile that caressed Madara's features this time. "I do not have a heart, my love," Y/n blinked as she waited for him to finish his sentence, "for you still hold it in the palm of your hands."

"Then watch me crush it," was Y/n's reply.

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Y/n wasn't sure why the moment replayed as she lay in the hospital bed. Was she so fucked up that all she wanted in life was someone to take care of her? Someone to be there for her? Someone to wipe the tears away? Someone to love her? Someone to pick up the pieces she left behind? 

Isn't that what anyone ever wanted?

Can anyone define love? Or, for that matter, can they define lust?

Lust is a chemical and physical reaction. Your body seeking release by the touch of another. A primal and carnal instinct ingrained into us to reproduce. So, where did the human race twist into a taboo thing? The need to fornicate. The need to FEEL.

This need that's almost insatiable to FEEL. The high you feel before the rollercoaster comes crashing down around you. The blurred line of pain and pleasure that fills you.

When their hand touches your flesh, what pulls you to them? Is it love? Or is it lust?

Love is a chemical and physical reaction. Your body seeking attention on a different level. The actions of a smile, a hug, or a kiss making you feel... but what is it that you feel? Flowers delivered to you. A dress bought. A dinner cooked for you. Gestures of love.

When you strip it all away, what are humans but hungry wolves? Devouring what they want in their path. Taking what they think is theirs. Hoarding and pillaging. Killing and smothering.

Always back to the wolves. Feeding the hungry scraps as the Alpha reigns. So who was the Alpha now? What would they do to mark their territory? What would they do to take what they wanted?

Was it love, or was it lust, that drove them?

Madara had planted that tiny seed of doubt all those years ago. It oozed and bled, growing out of control now. Had Obito shown his true colors when he walked out that door? Had Madara when he sent Shisui that message?

And what would Y/n do when she found out she owed her life to the man she hated? And what would Y/n FEEL when she saw Obito for the first time after the events?

Lost between love and lust is one thing. But, caught between love and hate, that was an entirely different beast.