Another Side of The Story

Part 1 Introduction

Kala sat quietly enjoying her cup of coffee. Listening to music and tapping her foot in rhythm. She drained her cup of coffee and stood up to place it in the sink. She froze. She felt a pressure hit her and then blackness. When she woke, she heard the chirping of birds. Then felt a strong breeze hit her. She bolted upright and found herself lying naked in a clearing. "Oh shit." She breathed. After a moment, she heard voices coming toward her. She took a breath. Women. Thank God. Two women came into view and when they noticed, one of the women gasped. "Oh, my goodness. Are you alright, Miss?" Kala remained silent. Her companion put her own cloak over her shoulders and helped her to her feet. "We'll take you to our village, its not far." Kala allowed them to lead her. When Kala saw the gate to the village, she stopped dead. Konoha. The women misinterpreted her response and reassured her that she was safe. Kala watched carefully. Two men in uniform met them. "Ladies?" "We found this poor woman in a field naked. I think she's in shock." The first woman explained. "We'll take care of her from here." The first guard responded. He put his hand on her shoulder. Kala, smiled at the women as a thank you. "Let's take her to Kina." The other guard suggested. "The hospital might be a little overwhelming for her.

His companion agreed. Kala gasped as he picked her up bridal style and carried her to a small home. The second guard knocked on the door. An elderly woman answered. "What timing, gentlemen. The Hokage's visiting." "We're sorry, Maam." They bowed. She looked at someone behind her. "It's alright, bring her in." Kala heard the voice, a familiar one. When the woman opened the door to allow them entry, she froze. And stared. "Oh, fuck." She passed out. The men looked at each other confused. The elder woman shook her head and sighed. "Lord Hokage, I must tend to her." "Of course, we will be on our way." "Lay her there," The woman responded pointing beside her. The men did as they were told, then bowed and left as well.

When Kala awoke again, she was dressed comfortably in a simple gown. "Have a cup of tea, Dear." The woman handed her a steaming cup of green tea. Kala blew on it, took a sip and grimaced. The woman smiled, took the cup and sat it next to her. "You appear to be completely unharmed dear, thankfully." Kala nodded and smiled. "Thank you, maam." "What's your name, dear?" "Kala Matai" She answered. "What village did you come from?" Kala hesitated, "I don't know." The woman tilted her head. "Interesting." She got to her feet. "No matter. You've been summoned by the Hokage." Kala bowed her head. There was a soft knock on the door. "Come in." The old woman ordered. The guards that had met her at the gate waited. Kala got to her feet and started to follow them. "Dear?" Kala paused and turned to the woman. She held a pair of sandals. Kala took them and slipped them on her feet before following the men outside. Kala took a deep breathe. As they walked along, she saw the hustle and bustle as the people in the village went about their day. Children played, women shopped at different stands. Men and women in uniform could be seen running to and fro. Nothing looked familiar. When they reached a large building, that changed. The building loomed. She was led inside. When they came to a set of large double doors, the men knocked. The door opened into a large room with a large desk with large windows behind. A man sat behind the desk. His long dark hair and matching brown eyes countered by a smile. Standing near him was a man with gray hair and what looked to her to be reddish brown eyes. His arms were crossed and an annoyed look on his face. The third person seemed to appear suddenly. He had long, black hair and onyx eyes. Kala kept her eyes on the floor. The guards bowed and left to return to their post. Kala focused on her breathing. She looked up at the brothers and waited. Hashirama motioned at a chair, Kala stayed still. "My lady, you're safe here." His voice was deep but silky smooth. Kala felt a chill run through her. Madara held a hand out, Kala took it carefully as he helped her sit down. She was sure he could feel her shaking, but he showed no sign of it. "Can you tell us what happened? What you remember?" The Hokage began. Kala thought hard. How would she explain?  "I remember being at home drinking a cup of coffee. When I stood up to put my cup away, I felt as though I had been pushed, then I blacked out. When I woke, I found myself in a clearing, uh." Kala fell silent. The Hokage nodded and raised a hand. "What village are you from?" Kala nodded her head taking a deep breath. She could feel Tobirama watching her. She stayed silent and faced the Hokage. "Kina reported that you had no injuries." Tobirama stated simply. "Yes, sir." Kala responded. "Brother, she's a guest here. No need to be harsh." The Hokage responded. Tobirama simply shook his head. "You're welcome to remain here until we can learn where your origins are." Thank you, sir." Kala responded with a bow. The Hokage motioned for one of his guards. Madara held up a hand. "I'm happy to show her where she's staying. Perhaps a tour of the village would put her at ease." The Hokage smiled. "Of course, I'm sure she's famished after her ordeal." Kala grimaced a little. Madara must of noticed. "A short tour and then I will take her home." He smiled.  Kala nodded in agreement. Hashirama smiled. "It's settled then." Madara bowed to the Hokage. Kala followed suit. Madara led her outside. Kala followed him silently. "Are you hungry?" He asked as they walked. "Yes, thank you." Kala responded. She was starving. Madara grunted. Damn it, Kala thought. Keeping her mind closed was exhausting. With Madara especially. One wrong slip and she may end up meeting the end of his sword. Kala smiled. Which sword first, she wondered. Madara stopped when he saw the smile. "Do you like, ramen?" Kala nodded. Madara walked a little further and stopped in front of a quaint little shop. He led her to a table and they sat down. A petite young woman saw them and actually sauntered over to them. "Oh, Madara. It's been months." She smiled at him batting her eyelashes. When she noticed Kala, she stopped and put her hands on her hips. "Entertaining someone?" Kala glared at her without meaning to. Madara paused for a moment, watching her. "I'd like two bowls of beef ramen and an order of dumplings." The woman wrote down their order and left. Kala watched her go. Kala felt Madara touch her hand. She jumped and then noticed that her hands were balled into fists. "Relax," Madara said simply, and pulled his hand away. He almost purred. " I'm sorry." She whispered. Their order was served. Kala noticed that there was a fork as well as chop sticks. She opted for the fork. Madara smirked and took the chop sticks. Kala took a breath, it smelled delicious. She twirled the ramen around her fork and picked up a piece of beef. After blowing on it, she took a bite. She blushed when she saw Madara watching her. After they were both finished, Madara paid the bill and led Kala back outside. It was dusk. "Let's get you to your home." Kala nodded and then yawned. Madara raised and eyebrow. When they arrived at her home, Madara, asked, "Will you be alright from here?" He asked. "Yes," Kala stated. Thank you for your help." Kala opened the door, nodded to Madara and closed the door behind her. Madara sighed and began walking home himself.

     Kala leaned against the door in the dark. She slid to the floor shaking and began to sob. Just being in Madara's presence was overwhelming. He was powerful. His chakra came off him in waves. And that was unconsciously. He had a certain darkness. And yet Kala was in awe of him. She shook her head angrily. "No!" she said loud enough it made her jump. She pounded the floor with her fists. What the hell? She knew damn well who Madara was and what he was capable of. And yet she found herself getting jealous. She didn't even try to hide it. The waitress flirting with him pissed her off. And her earlier thought didn't help. Kala had a dirty mind, that was her nature. But about Madara? Just being here was dangerous. Due to Kala's love of this universe and its characters, all of them, her knowledge was expansive. And if anyone learned of her knowledge.... Kala shook her head. She rubbed her eyes, took a breathe and got to her feet. She turned on the lights. Ahead of her was a small living room and beyond that the kitchen. To her left was a bedroom and a bathroom. She decided to take a shower. As the hot water washed over her, fresh tears followed. She wiped them away. She washed up, shut off the water. When she stepped out of the shower, she found a stack of towels and a comfortable robe waiting for her. She dried and braided her brunette hair and turned out the light. The bedroom had a twin bed, a dresser and a closet. Kala slipped out of the robe and slipped in between the clean sheets, pulled the covers up to her chin and couldn't help moaning comfortably. She fell asleep shortly after.

     Tobirama watched her as he balanced on the rail of the balcony to her apartment. There was something about her that unsettled him. Her reaction to Madara was telling enough, Her reaction was unexpected and unmistakable. Fear. Her reaction to he and his brother?  Reverence, admiration, certainly. But a certain worry that was very tangible to him. She was hiding something. The fact that she was able to hide it was an accomplishment in itself. If his brother sensed anything, he had yet to say so. All he could do was watch...and wait.

     Madara undressed and showered. The look Kala gave him when they first met. He could smell it. She was afraid. He could hear her heart pounding after he spoke to her. He sighed in frustration. He had become used to the villagers looking at him and giving him a wide berth. Considering his reputation in the past, that was to be expected. But why would a stranger be afraid?  He grinned then, remembering how she had reacted when the waitress had taken their order. She was angry and annoyed all in a split second. Her knuckles were nearly white when he attempted to calm her. Whatever she had gone through to end up here, he had to tread carefully. She was quite a mystery, and that intrigued him more than he expected. She was shy, quiet. He smirked at the thought. A virgin? Only time would tell. Madara was not known to be patient when it came to a possible new conquest. It made his blood run hot. His body didn't hesitate to respond to the possibilities that awaited him.

     Kala woke and looked around. She felt much better. She climbed out of bed, put on her robe and checked her closet. She found a simple gown, a blue jumpsuit and a note:

      I would like to continue our tour from yesterday. I would like to invite you to breakfast and be your escort to shop for clothing more to your liking. I'll meet you outside at 10am sharp.

     It was signed Madara. Kala felt butterflies and a flash of apprehension. She checked the time, it was 9:30. She dressed quickly and found her sandals by the door. She opened the door just as Madara was about to knock. He held his hand up and smiled sheepishly. "Shall we?" He said as he motioned. Kala nodded and smiled. Madara took her to a cafe. After they were seated, the owner asked them what they would like. Kala ordered coffee and dumplings. Madara ordered as well. After they were served, Madara watched as Kala put creamer and sugar in her cup and stir it. She held the cup to her lips and breathed in deeply, before sipping. She paused when she saw Madara watching her. She blushed and almost dropped her cup. He steadied the bottom of the cup so she could set it down. "Sorry." Kala whispered. "You're fine." Madara stated simply. She picked up her cup again and took another drink. After a moment,she asked, "Sir?" Kala began. Madara raised an eyebrow. Sir? "I was wondering if we could ask about finding something useful for me to do? I'll go stir crazy otherwise." "What can you do?" He asked simply. Kala thought about it for a moment. "Well, I am good with children." He took a sip of his tea. "I'll see what I can do." He said. After breakfast, Kala went shopping for clothes. Madara found it interesting that she chose clothing that a Shinobi would wear. No frills, no dresses. After paying for their purchases, he took her home. Kala set her purchases inside and turned to thank him. He was holding a beautiful purple dress. Cut well above the knees. Kala blushed at first. "Why do I need a dress?" Madara gave a sly smile. "I'm sure we can think of a reason for you to wear it." She took it from him and before she could stop herself, she kissed him on the cheek, turned and ran inside.