Another Side of The Story

Part 8 Dark Clouds Rising(More Lemons)

Over the next few months, Madara threw himself into his work. Kala didn't mind. At night, she would find him pouring over many of the or the Uchiha clan scrolls. One night, she woke to find him working later than usual. "Madara?" She whispers, "Hmm." "Would you like to take a break?" Madara looked up then and found Kala walking towards him naked. She took the scroll he was reading and put it on the shelf behind him. He looked a bit annoyed. "I have work to do, woman." He grumbled. Kala smirked at him before gripping his manhood through his pants. He grabbed her wrists then and sat her on his desk. She put her legs over his shoulders, Madara shoved himself into her then, and fucked her. Kala braced herself on top of his desk. He then leaned her over the end of it and fucked her some more. Finished, Madara pulled up his pants and sat back down grabbing the scroll he had been reading. "Now let me get back to my work, woman." Wow", Kala thought before she realized she had said it out loud. Madara looked up at her, his eyes flashed. "Leave me be, woman." He growled. Kala turned on her heel and left.

As she lay soaking in the tub, she thought about what had happened. He was so involved with whatever plans he had going on in his mind. Kala got mad at herself. She knew this was going to happen. But being there, feeling what she felt and watching Madara slowly spiral into functioning madness was so very different. She started to cry, closed her eyes and buried her head under the water. Suddenly she felt fingers find their way into her pussy and begin to fuck her. Kala came up out of the water, and found Madara smiling at her. She let him continue and felt herself cum. Suddenly, Madara pulled her up out of the tub and put her on the bed, sopping wet. He then continued finger fucking her ever so gently. She groaned. "Please, Madara." He ignored her. He took his time kissing over every inch of her body, inhaling the scent of the oils she had used. He opened her legs and began to kiss up one thigh and down another. Getting close enough to her pussy that she could feel his breath before continuing in the opposite direction. He kissed her stomach and worked his way up to her breasts, he stopped there for a time paying each nipple equal attention before continuing up to her neck, her jawline. When he reached her left ear, he purred. "You interrupted my work." Kala gulped then. Madara worked his way to her other ear. "You need to learn patience, woman." Kala came then. Madara raised an eyebrow and smiled. Kala blushed. Madara went back to kissing her body teasing her. He paused when he actually heard her take a sobbing breath. "Have I tortured you enough?" He asked as he began to rub her clit. "Yes," Kala gasped. "Please Madara. No more. I'll go mad." Madara smiled and pulled Kala up so she could hungrily devour him. Madara sat there as Kala worked on his cock. He closed his eyes. As he got close, he lay her down on her back and buried himself just as his load released. Kala still not satisfied licked him clean and worked him into a frenzy again. He stood up at the end of the bed and pulled Kala onto him stretching her ass. He gripped her with bruising intensity and fucked her. When he picked her up, she gasped. "Madara." "Would you prefer to sleep in a wet bed, then?" Kala nodded sheepishly and allowed Madara to carry her to his bed. Kala fell asleep cradled in his arms, content. Madara watched her. Where had the anger come from? He was so caught up in his plans, that he had actually wounded her. Emotionally. Madara took a breath. He didn't deserve her. And if she new what he was planning, who would she choose? Tobirama was her Sensai, Madara her lover. Loyalty to the Village or loyalty to him. It would come down to those to choices for her, and soon. He had learned in his research about a tablet that was hidden somewhere in the compound. He knew where the location was and intended to find it. Once he made his decision, he knew there was no turning back.

     Kala had finished her assigned mission much later than she expected, and despite that she wasn't tired. She decided to go and visit Madara knowing he was up late doing work. As she made her way through the compound, she saw a light and heard voices in a heated discussion. As she got closer, she realized it was Madara and Hashriama. She  got as close as she dared. "Please, Madara," She heard the Hokage beg. "We've worked too hard and long to achieve peace. This village is proof that it can be done." "Peace can never be achieved unless people are forced to be that way." Those words again. Kala thought. "I'm going to achieve peace in my own way, Hashirama. You're way has achieved nothing." Kala backed into the shadows as Madara left. For a moment, he paused. Kala held her breath. He activated his Sharingan. Kala kept her eyes closed. Once she thought he was safely away, she returned to Hashirama. "Lord Hokage," "Kala, how much did you hear?" "Enough." She answered simply. She got to her knees and bowed her forehead resting on the ground. "Lord Hokage, no matter what feelings I have for Madara Uchiha, I stand with you, my Sensai and my village." Hashirama got on his own knees and used a hand to raise her head to face him. Kala had tears in her eyes. She saw that Hashirama did too. He was broken, this man His dreams of building a world with his best friend had ended that night. "Kala, the Will of Fire burns bright in all of us. But in this moment, it burns brightest in you. If Madara were to learn of your betrayal, he wouldn't hesitate to kill you and yet here you are pledging your loyalty to me." Hashirama left and Kala followed him. Kala went home. She took off her shoes and walked to her room. There she froze. Then lowered her head. "Madara." "You stupid woman." Kala grimaced as fresh tears fell. "I would have treated you like a queen. Yet you chose this village over me." Kala kept her back to him. "Face me, woman." He demanded. In that moment, Kala could not refuse. She turned toward him keeping her eyes closed. In the next moment, He had his hand firmly around her throat and pulled her up off the floor. Kala relaxed as much as she could so that her breathing would not be restricted so quickly. "Look at me." He commanded. Kala remained as she was. Madara leaned close enough, she could feel his breath on her ear, "I could kill you so easily, traitor that you are." He growled. More tears fell. "Tell me why," He demanded. "Madara, I love you." She tells him, her voice stronger than she expected. "You have a strange idea of love, woman. You have not answered my question." Kala tried to find the words. "I cannot follow where you're choosing to go. I will not participate in the murder of innocents. Even for you." "The Leaf village is not innocent. They are fools to believe that people truly want peace." Kala nodded as best she could. "Only in your mind." Madara struck her then. Kala gasped at the intense pain. "If you side with the village, then you leave me no choice, but to kill you." "Then do it!" Kala screamed, tired of the stalling. "No." He answered. "I may yet have a use for you." Madara let her go and she fell to the floor. "Madara, please just kill me." Kala felt a gust of air near her cheek and grimaced, he had cut her. When she opened her eyes, he was gone. Kala grabbed the kunai he had thrown and moved to follow him when a familiar sensation hit her.

Kala found herself on her own kitchen floor. And in her hand, Madara's kunai. As she stood up, she felt a burning sensation on her inner thigh. She ran to her room and quickly lifted her nightgown. As she looked in the mirror, she saw the symbol of the Uchiha Crest burn itself into her skin. Then blackness.

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