Natsumi is almost like everyone else. Except for the fact, she is headed to war. She doesn't know what to expect, probably because she didn't pay any attention in the debriefing. She was just hoping to follow her comrades around and eventual figure it out.
She knew she needed to take things more seriously, but she just couldn't. It all seemed so silly to her. A war, for two boys, was being fought.
It sounded absolutely ridiculous to her. The boys were probably good people and all and they may have incredible power, but that's not something to get so worked up about. At least, that was Natsumi's opinion.
Being a chunin from Konohagakure only meant she was qualified to fight. Sometimes she wished she had stayed a genin when she had the chance. It was too late though.
She was tired of being a tool. She was not tired of being a ninja. How could she ever be tired of doing the thing she loved? The thought was unthinkable to her.
The team suddenly stopped and she peered curiously over the shoulder of her comrade. 'Why have we stopped?' she thought to herself. Up ahead, was the dreaded Uchiha, Madara. She didn't know how she knew his name, but the name sent chills up her spine. He just stood there observing the platoon.
She stood there in awe of the mighty Uchiha. She couldn't move her eyes away from him. She stood their with her heart pounding, but it wasn't fear. She knew fear, she had felt it many times before, but this wasn't it. In fact, it was far from it.
He stood there scanning over the faces, until he came across a rather peculiar face. While all of the others where watching in fear, she stood there staring in determination. This both confused and fascinated him. It quickly made him angry. He took several steps toward her.
Within seconds all of her comrades had fallen to the ground whether dead or alive she had no idea. She was the only one left standing. She became prepared for the worst. She grabbed her ninja stars and throwing knives. She had them in her hands when you Madara appeared behind her.
He put his head over her shoulder and looked at her face from the side. He whispered, "You irritate me."
Natsumi turned her head slightly and whispered back cheekily, "I irritate a lot of people, don't think you're special."
Madara was enamored. He grew even angrier. He then appeared in front of her. He smirked and said, "You think you can hurt me with your puny weapons and worthless words. I am the great Madara Uchiha of the Uchiha clan!"
"Yeah well it's not so great anymore they're all dead," she said rather bluntly. His smirk dropped off of his face in a flash. He glared at her, all of his hate suddenly bubbling at the top. He felt like he was about to explode with rage. No one had ever dared insult him to his face or even behind his back.
Natsumi saw the rage in his expression. She smirked, enjoying the expression that was featured on his face. Sometimes, she really did enjoy this feeling of bringing an arrogant person a couple notches down.
Once he saw the smirk on her face, he just couldn't control himself anymore. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. He didn't know what he going to do with her, he just followed his instinct.
Natsumi didn't know what to do or think when he grabbed he arm. Her first thought was, 'Oh Kami, he's going to kill me.' The second was 'Oh Kami, I just noticed how hot he is.' The third was, 'You're an idiot, Natsumi.'
Madara did not know what he was doing. He didn't have the faintest clue. Suddenly, he let go of her quickly. If it had been possible, the dead Uchiha would have blushed. He thought, 'This girl...she had the audacity to challenge me even though she looked like she had zero-to-none skills. She knew she was probably going to die, the idiot.'
When Natsumi dropped to the ground, she caught herself. She looked up confused and saw Madara's face go from showing hatred to confusion to admiration. She was still confused, but she went with it anyway.
"What you staring at?" she said, unsure of herself. His face suddenly got way too close to hers. She blushed and started to back up. He only moved closer, inspecting her face.
'What is it about her that I find so intriguing?' Madara was very confused and it frustrated him. He just didn't know what to do, so he did the next natural thing for him. He smirked.
Natsumi soon got a hold on herself, straightened up and smirked too. they ended up smirking at each other for quite a while. She finally opened her mouth and said, "I know I'm beautiful, but you don't have to stare."
Usually Madara would be bothered by this, but today was an odd day to begin with, being brought back from the dead and all, and it just became odder. He couldn't really except he had emotions at the moment so he ignored them.
He moved closer until their noses were almost touching. He whispered, "They're not dead."
"Who?"
"Your comrades."
"Would you mind backing up?"
"Yes, I would actually," he whispered into her ear. "Don't you have an army to destroy or something?" she said, hoping he would move. He only got closer.
"Yes. Your army," this sent a shiver down her spine. Madara smirked in satisfaction. He was enjoying this.
Natsumi decided he was way too much in her bubble. She backed up and pushed him away. "Well go and do it then," she said calmly, "I've got people to take care of."
With that Madara got up and walked away. He only looked back once to smirk at her while thinking he would come back and torment her more. He was enjoying this way too much.
He headed to war. She was on his mind almost immediately. He really would come back to torment her again and again and again until the day the dead stay were they should.
Natsumi leaned over her closest comrade and shook him awake. All the while he was on her brain.
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I hope you guys like this! It was a request and I hope the requester liked this! Picture to the side is Natsumi *pouts* I really wanted to put a picture of Madara but no room! Good reading people! Here's a dancing cat!
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