Uchiha Chaos: The Final Act

The Web

The bed was far too warm for a woman who was keeping her distance from her husband. Estranged. Is that what they were now? Would they ever be anything more? Knowing she couldn't dwell, Y/n blinked until the blurriness disappeared. The crying went well into the early hours of the morning. Her e/c eyes were bloodshot and crusty. 

11:16 am 

Y/n bolted upright, opening her mouth to speak, she was cut off with a warm hand on her waist. The heat seeping through the soft cotton of the shirt she slept in. Not her shirt. No. Y/n slept in Madara's shirt. 

"Lay back down," Madara said sleepily. "We're meeting them at seven this evening." 

"What?" Y/n looked back to Madara. 

There was a tired smile on his lips as he slid closer. "I made arrangements to meet them this evening. I was best so Sasori and Deidara to prepare." 

Sasori and Deidara. Hacker and bomber. 

"Who was it?" Y/n asked as she followed his instructions and lay beside him. 

Caressing her cheek, Madara sighed, "My love," Y/n frowned, "I think I'd rather see the rage take over once you see them." Kissing her forehead, Madara slipped from the bed. 

Falling onto her back, Y/n ignored the urge to push him for answers. He'd likely not cave when it came to this. She wanted to kill whoever it was, Madara knew that. Apparently, he wanted to see the monster that lurked beneath the surface. The Siren that would drag her prey to the depths of hell before she at them alive. 

Y/n covered her face as she attempted to calm her beating heart. It raced with in her chest so quickly that she was afraid she would have another panic attack. Guilt riddled her. She abandoned Kikyo, leaving her with Zabuza. Now, she's abandoned Tsuki. Leaving them with Sakura and Izumi. 

Feeling the bed dip, Y/n prepared herself for Madara's touch. His hand was gentle as he pulled her hands away from her face. Flinching, Y/n relaxed as she realized he was washing her face. She lay still as Madara wiped her eyes and cheeks, freeing them from the evidence of heartbreak. 

When his ministrations stopped, Y/n whispered, "Why are you helping me?" 

The chuckle that left Madara made Y/n open her eyes. The dim lighting of the room was provided from the sun behind the blackout curtains.  Madara smiled as Y/n took in his appearance. He slept in his clothes. His crisp white shirt wrinkled and buttons undone. He seemed tired. Not only from his night of caring for Y/n, but because of life. An exhaustion that only a lonely monster would know. Like Y/n would know. 

"I've told you before, Okami," his knuckles drug across her cheek briefly, "I love you. More than you know. I will never let anyone harm you. And by that, I will protect all of those you love." 

"After all I've done to you," Y/n's voice cracked with emotion, "you still claim to love me." 

His lip lifted in the corner, ""I'll always love you, Okami. You're mine. We may be cruel to one another, but that doesn't mean our love is frivolous." 

"That would be called a toxic relationship," Y/n sat up, lifting her chin to gaze up at Madara, "You also seem to forget that I do not love you." 

Amusement danced in Madara's eyes, "Why do you fight it?" Y/n tilted her head. She knew what he meant. She also knew he would enjoy telling her. "Why do you fight my love? Fight the love that you harbor for me. You sought me out, Y/n. It was me you searched for when you children went missing. You didn't remain with Obito. You didn't run away with Kakashi or Zabuza. Nor did you try and taint Shisui once again. You knew who it was that could protect you. Who could save those girls. And I will do this for you, for the single reason, that I love you." 

What words from such a man. A man that has killed. Men and women. Tortured. Interrogated. Plotted murders and takeovers. Accidents and messages. He was a tyrant that was fighting his way back to the throne. Y/n and Obito had also fought. Fought to keep the Uchiha name cleansed of the darkness that Madara and Izuna had covered it in. It may not be pure, but the name didn't make others think of death and destruction. 

The two sat facing one another on the bed as Y/n's thoughts tumbled over one another. There was an easy solution to the equation sat out before her. One that would solve EVERYONE'S problems: 

Run away with Madara. 

Sure, it sounded insane. It probably was. But as Y/n thought about it more, she wasn't wrong. If she ran away with the man before her, she would be free. Save Tsuki and Kikyo. Make sure they're safe with the Uchiha and Zabuza. Then, go. Run into the night like the Devil and Black Widow would. Creeping and stalking. Plotting. They could rule somewhere else. Y/n becoming the Queen Madara had always dreamt of her being. 

"And what if I feel I don't deserve love?" Y/n's voice was low. 

Neither knew why Y/n had asked the question. She was displaying the most vulnerable part of herself to her enemy. Why would she confide in him? Why would she slice her heart open, flay it, and place it on a platter before him? The answer stunned Y/n: He would die with those secrets. The real question was if Y/n could give the same openness to her husband. 

"My precious Okami," Madara sighed as he pulled Y/n to straddle him on the bed. Y/n didn't fight him. She had a limit. She knew Madara wouldn't cross that limit. Not yet. Madara let his hands slip beneath the shirt she wore as he told her, "Your imperfections are what make me love you. You're human. Just as I am. But never forget that you are as dark and ruthless as I, as well. We've drank from the same cup that Death carries. We are meant to be, Y/n. We are one and the same. Twin souls destined to be." 

It burned. 

Everything. 

Y/n's throat grew tight. Air seemed foreign, as if breathing was a lost art. Vision blurred. Heat coursed up and down her arms before settling within her chest. Hollowness filled her belly. A dense weight filled her heart. 

Madara was right. She was exactly like him. They shouldered burdens so others wouldn't have to. They dirtied their hands, so others would stay clean. They lived in the shadows so everyone else could walk in the light. Was Madara trying to be Y/n's light? Is that what he was offering? Is this why she could never find the words, nor strength, to tell Obito the truth? All of it? 

"I don't want to do this," Y/n admitted as her lip quivered. "I'm tired of the fighting. The death. I want to run away." 

Cupping her cheek, Madara softly told her, "My love, you're allowed to be tired. Allowed to be weak. Your strength is found in those moments you let yourself fall apart." Leaning in, Madara kissed a tear as slid down her cheek. Murmuring against her lips, Madara asked, "Let me put you back together." 

Nearing collapsing into his arms, Y/n let the cruel human that held her be her comfort. He was the key to her daughters being safe. This would end. One way or another. Y/n would make sure that everyone involved was either dead, or their life threatened. Tani. Tora. Madara. The surviving Shimura. They would all die. The Akatsuki members would be dealt with. She may not trust them, but she knew they had things to live for. Things to fight for. Same as Y/n. 

So long as air flowed through Y/n's lungs. Blood pumped in her veins. Y/n would be the villain no one knew they needed. She would be the hero they never thought of. The Black Widow weaving the web once again. After Kikyo and Tsuki were safe, Y/n would insure her trap was laid. There would be no returning from this. 

This moment wasn't one that Y/n had planned for. It wasn't one that she had dreamt of. Nor was it one she wished upon anyone. But she would use it. It put her plan in hyperdrive, things escalating quickly. The trap was set. Would the Devil fall into the web? Did she camouflage it well enough? Only time would tell. And time wasn't on her side.