Uchiha Chaos: The Final Act

Savior

👀 Did someone say Madara POV? Enjoy! 

- Laura 

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As I leaned against the doorframe, I watched the water cascade down her body. After a few moments of washing away the blood, the muddied water ran clear. The path of clothes from the bedroom to the shower was left for later. They'd be burned to destroy any possibility of the crime being discovered. When she stepped into that warehouse, she evolved.

Y/n had always been a monster in waiting. A demon scratching at the surface, clawing its way out. Her children's lives were the key to unlocking her. And she was beautiful. The manic look in her eyes that were somehow void of light. The peaceful expression on her face as she looked at me. The fear that crept up my spine as she stalked closer.

I could see the plan forming in her mind as she looked at me. The idea that she could get away with it. She probably could have. There's no loyalty within the men I have working for me still. They're all protecting something or someone. They fear me, which is good enough for me. But this proves my point. Y/n cannot kill me. Not even if I'm staring her in the face. Unarmed.

I wonder if she'll admit it to herself now. Love or not, I matter to her. Emotions are one thing. You can have moments of passion. Moments of love. Moments of tenderness. But to truly FEEL love for someone? That's entirely different. I felt the love that Y/n kept locked away. She doesn't know how to love someone that's so like her.

I don't turn away as she spins to face me. The glass is fogged slightly, distorting the image of her supple body. She's changed since I've last seen her. Not only her dangerous mind but her body as well. She's truly a woman now. Her hips have settled a bit wider from giving birth again. Her breasts are slightly larger, and I cannot help but imagine them when she was pregnant and after.

The thought of her pregnant again, this time with my child, brings a thrill of excitement. Seeing her in prison, her round belly. Her radiant face. Her body was even more enticing. I'm having to restrain myself from taking her against her will. Though, I doubt she'd fight very hard right now. I imagine she would be somewhat willing with what transpired. She likely feels obligated to repay the favor.

I'm curious if she'll break down. Will she cry now? Will she wait for Obito? Or will she place the mask on once again for the world to see? She was always brilliant when it came to masking her emotions. Never letting anyone see the real Y/n. I found her relatively easy to read. Then again, I held all the cards back then.

Y/n would never know that I had been informed of everything before she arrived in Konoha. That Danzo and I had worked together from the very beginning. Planning and planting Kisame and Pein on that street. While Danzo's son being killed wasn't part of the plan, it meant nothing to me. Kisame was also a kink within the cogs, but it worked out.

And now, there's only one thing that stands in my way. One thing preventing Y/n from letting herself love me. It wasn't something I could brush aside. Nor was it something I could eliminate. Even with the affair, Obito would always be the one Y/n desired. My plan now was to show her his true colors. No matter how dark of a pit she fell into, Alice always returned from Wonderland unscathed. Perhaps a bit mad, but aren't we all?

Turning the shower off, Y/n reaches for the towel hanging beside her. She steps onto the mat and dries her legs. I trace her movements, still entranced by this beautiful woman before me. She's shaking slightly, and I wonder if she knows. My hands flex as she begins to crumple to the floor.

I'm across the room just as she screams into the plush towel. She doesn't fight as I wrap myself around her. I want to shield her from it all. I want to take her to the island that perfect Christmas we celebrated together as promised. She is trembling as her hands cling to my arms. There's an ache within my chest as I fight to do nothing more than hold her. I want to kiss her pain away. Fuck her until she doesn't remember her name. Whatever she'll allow, I want to do it.