Another Side of The Story

Part 9 Crimson Fields(Bloody Lemons)

A/N: My readers beware, Kala experiences her worst nightmare with the man she was foolish enough to fall in love with. This is why falling in love with a maniacal sociopath is never a good idea.

It had been nearly a year since Kala had seen Madara. She had thought long and hard about how she had ended up there. It was by no control of her own. The Sage of the Sixth Paths? The fact that his younger brother had shown up to deal with Black Zetsu made that a possibility. But why? They were Gods and and Gods did tend to create their own entertainment when they felt it suited them. But that didn't seem his style. Kala's life went along as normal here. Though she had time to realize that when she went to the other what? Dimension? She appeared there in perfect health. In her own world, she was overweight. She suffered from Cerebral Palsy, mild that it was. So being there had freed her in so many ways. She hadn't expected to be able to bring anything back with her. And the mark on her inner thigh concerned her. Surely the powers that be weren't caught off guard by that. She thought of Madara constantly despite her better judgement. Her body ached for him terribly when she tried to sleep at night. And the occasional nightmares. She still felt his anger at her betrayal. Her fear of him only grew from that. What was the purpose of this mark? She had a general idea, but surely he couldn't be more powerful than a God? Could he?

Kala lay in bed and dreamed. She could hear the clash of battle and screams as many fell at the hands of their enemies. She saw Madara then as he ran a man through twisting the blade before kicking the man free of it. And continuing on. Kala fought to wake herself up, not eager to continue to watch the carnage. She started to smell the blood then. The screams getting louder, but then muffled just as quickly. Kala found herself in a large tent curled up naked on the floor. She covered her ears and closed her eyes again. No, she thought, this isn't real. Soon the screams turned into cheers. Kala could hear the men getting closer. "Lord Madara, you were amazing," She heard a man say. "You men go get some rest," He ordered. "We move out tomorrow." "Yes, Lord Madara." Kala froze when he walked into the tent. Hoping he didn't notice her. No such luck. She found herself inches from his face as he lay above her. Without a word, he kissed her deep. Kala forgot everything and in that moment her longing took over. Madara threw off his gloves and plunged his fingers into her pussy. Kala yelped and gasped, Madara stealing the gasp in another deep kiss. Kala grabbed his hair. Madara watched her closely as she realized that his hair was soaked in blood as well. Kala started to push him off of her, "No." She breathed. Madara, breathed in her ear. "This is what you wanted, lover?" He growled. Kala realized then that joking about it and actually being here was terribly different. She could smell the blood and it sickened her. Madara's eyes gleamed. He continued to finger fuck her until she came in a long held gush. He washed his fingers in it then. And started again. "Please, Madara, stop." He paid her no heed. He threw off his armor before lifting her legs to his shoulders and burying his face deep into her. Kala retched as she felt his wet hair touch her body. This only made Madara eat her with more maddening speed and intensity. And yet she struggled with the fact that it felt so fucking amazing. She came again and when Madara bit her clit, she cried out, but came again. Madara finally dropped his pants and shoved himself into her so hard, it actually hurt. Kala gripped his hands digging her nails into them drawing blood. Madara growled and began to roughly handle her breasts, going so far as biting her breast. "Madara! She screamed. He fucked her even harder. This man she had dared to love was actually hurting her. He picked her up balancing her on his cock, and slammed her down on him. Kala started to cry then. Madara held her close and for a moment, Kala could catch her breath. She felt his heart pounding as well as heard it. He lay her down more gently than she was expecting leaving her there while he cleaned himself up and changed. Kala watched him as he had his back to her. No scars, just a perfectly formed specimen of a man. Madara lay next to her then. He played with her hair for a moment. "I'm sorry if I hurt you just now." Kala avoided his gaze , but then kissed him with all the desperation and need she had felt over the last year. He returned it eagerly. "I didn't think the summoning would work." He said then. Kala looked at him. "You mean, this was your doing?" He nodded. "I told you I would have a further use for you, did I not?" Kala nodded. "You did." "When I threatened to kill you, the last time we met, I meant it." Kala froze. "But I get to choose when that happens. If nothing else you'll learn that betrayal is not something I can easily forgive." Kala understood all to well. "Then why bring me here? Why this?" The next words out of his mouth sent a chill through her. "Death by a thousand cuts, my dear." With that he rolled over and went to sleep. Kala at that moment willed herself home with everything she had in her and thankfully found herself back in her bed. Her breast was still bleeding, her body was in so much pain. She stumbled out of bed, it was morning. She went to the bathroom and showered. As she looked at her wound Madara had bitten her deep leaving a mark, but she could see it healing, leaving a light scar behind. She washed herself thoroughly still feeling the stickiness of the blood he had left all over her in the midst of their lovemaking. If that's what it could be called. So this would be a battle of wills. Madara could indeed call her to him, but apparently there was a limit. If it had been a year since their last meeting then that was the time it took him to prepare whatever jutsu he had used to summon her there. She could only imagine how angry he was when he awoke and found that she had been able to release his jutsu. Kala shuddered. This was the part of Madara that she had been most afraid of experiencing. And now he's the one who had control. And to the point of summoning her. What if he found a way to counter her ability to escape him. A new fear gripped her. He would certainly find a way to punish her for leaving. And after another year of what will most likely be more bloody battles against those he perceived as his enemies. His humanity will have diminished even more by then. There encounter would certainly be more violent. She knew that she had experienced the diminishing part of him that was human.

Kala went on with her life as best she could but as the anniversary of her "abduction" by Madara got closer she became more nervous and understandably afraid. The night came when she fell asleep again, restless. Once again, the dream began. Bloodier than before. When she awoke, she found Madara waiting for her. With no words, he pinned her down on her stomach crushing her breasts and shoved his raging hard cock into her ass. Kala screamed. Madara grabbed her by her hair, nearly ripping some of it out of her head. He leaned in close to her ear. "I never gave you leave to go, woman." Kala screamed again. "Madara, stop!" And tried to fight. Madara drove himself into her relentless. The pain was becoming unbearable. "Madara!" He grunted and kept going. When he pulled himself out of her ass, she felt blood gush. Madara flipped her over on her back making her see stars. He grabbed her thighs and shoved his still hard member into her pussy and fucked her harder than she thought possible. She no longer felt anything but numbness for a while, but then sudden pain as he managed to pick up the pace even more. She tried to will herself away as she had done before. Madara only smiled at her." Leaving won't be so easy this time, I'm afraid." Kala tried to hit him. But he struck her first. Laying unconsious, Madara finished with her. He took some of her blood that had landed on his chest and licked it off his finger. Madara began to turn around when he was blinded. When he woke, Kala was gone.

Kala found herself somewhere unfamiliar. "Rest." She heard a voice say. When she looked over where the voice was she saw the Sage of the Sixth Paths. "Ive healed your wounds." Kala looked herself over and found that he was indeed telling the truth. "Ive also removed Madara's mark, at least temporarily." Kala looked at him still confused. "Why?" She asked. The Sage chuckled. "You willed it. The mind is not something to be underestimated, my dear. And your curiosity brought you to this point. "How do I stop it?" She asked. "Do you truly want to? It seems to me that your wanting to see this to completion." Kala thought about it for a moment. "Exactly," He responded. "You will play the part you were meant to play in a story that you yourself created. Though I must admire the fact that you willingly put limits in place." Kala looked him confused again. He chuckled, "Come now, young lady. Refusing to alter the timeline of this universe? You truly love this world and the people in it." "I suppose so." Kala replied. "And Madara especially. That's why his jutsu worked, you know. Its like a thread that connects you from your world to ours. Unintentional perhaps. But as I told you before, you can't help who you fall in love with." Kala looked at him. "That was you?" He nodded. "You are a very interesting, young lady. I look forward to seeing how this story progresses. Though I dare say, you'll be returning much later than your expecting when you make the journey again. But you will meet Madara one more time, though I'm afraid he may keep his word to you in the end." With that he bowed. Kala found herself back in her own room. Her wounds healed. She sighed and rested finally undisturbed and feeling safe.

To Be Continued....