The Uchiha Corp (Modern Naruto: Various x Reader)

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A/n: Trigger warning!!!!!! (I apologize it's a shorter chapter, but it's a very important one)

- LHatake
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The hospital was a blur of visitors and tears and I was dead on my feet by the end of it. Hinata has arrived while I was locked in the office with Obito and Kakashi, a fact that Rin did not like, but neither male seemed to care. Her sister was with her and Hinata was a sobbing mess when I hugged her.

The police came in and rotated their visits, as well as two officers stationed outside Naruto's room while he was in recovery. Come to find out, Naruto's partner for the day, Lee, was pronounced DOA. Kakashi had sent Asuma to collect any security footage from the businesses around the alleyway the shooting happened. Genma, I wasn't sure I've met him, was in charge of interviews. Shikamaru was collecting traffic cams and any other government cameras in the vicinity as well.

Obito of course has to leave at some point but I don't even remember when or why. Kakashi said he'd be handling the investigation himself, but I knew it was pointless. The three of us remained in the office for an hour, crying, okay I was crying, and yelling, again, I was yelling, but it was the therapy I needed for the situation. I still found my mind lingering on the... not so appropriate ideas, but who could blame a girl when she's alone, emotional, and locked in a room with those two? It didn't help I hadn't had sex in weeks.

Tsunade reprimanded Rin and even wrote her up for insubordination due to lying about calling me. I was happy she was punished, but I was still red hot with anger as I drove to the mansion. Itachi had taken Shisui to the mansion to wait for me, and Sasuke had Sakura come pick him up. Kakashi had asked if I could stay longer, but I told him I needed to discuss things with Madara and that he was expecting me.

I pulled into the parking area of the mansion and noted that Izuna was also there. Funny, I hadn't seen Izuna at the hospital. This was already looking like a situation I didn't want to be in at the moment, but I wasn't going to back down. Naruto was my brother, and I'd deliver a message to anyone who thought they could control me by intimidation. I'd pull out of this in a heartbeat and give Zabuza everything I had on the Uchiha family and watch as they all suffered. I needed more though, and if I could get more, I'd stay as long as I could just to watch Izuna and Madara burn in the electric chair.

My feet ached from forgetting my heels in Itachi's office, he texted that he put them in my sitting room for me. I padded down the marbled hallway and tried, really tried, to tell myself to remain calm. The moment I pushed open the billiard-room door, all sense of self-preservation and the right frame of mind vanished. Madara and Izuna were playing a game of pool and drinking their favorite whiskey. They were both in slacks, no shoes on, and their button-downs rolled to their elbows.

I stormed passed both of them and headed for the bar to pour myself a drink. Instead of being sensible, like a smart woman should have, I turned the bottle up rather than using glass. The fiery burn got my throat and I coughed from the feel as I sat the bottle down. Izuna and Madara exchanged a look and I repeated my action one more time. I stood straight now, taking a glass and placing a block of baller ice in it before pouring a hefty drink.

"Seems my flower has had a bad day," Izuna's eyes gave everything away.

I lifted the glass and hurled it across the room while screaming at him and he moved aside to let the glass shatter and the liquid slide down the wall. I noticed Madara's brows furrow and I was curious as to his knowledge of the situation. Izuna chuckled as he took a step back to where he was and focused on me once again.

"Fuck you!" I screamed as I rounded the bar and moved to storm out of the room.

Izuna quickly moved and blocked my path, "My flower," he caught my arm just above my elbow as I went to step around him, "I think we have things to discuss." His penetrating gaze was all too telling.

"I don't warm your bed," I spat, "so I have nothing to say to you." Izuna laughed, loudly, at my words.

"You don't warm anyone's bed at the moment," I tensed, "but I'll be changing that." Panic filled me and I looked to Madara for help but he simply turned his head away.

"You're going to let him-"

Izuna didn't let me finish, "Just like you, my flower, Madara has secrets he doesn't want anyone knowing," Izuna leaned down and his whiskey coated tongue slid up my neck, "including you."

I held Madara's stare as Izuna began to kiss my neck, "I don't care what you've done," I would beg, just to make this stop, "I'm still here, by choice." The tears began to slide down my cheeks, "Madara." I whimpered.

At the sound of his brother's name leaving my lips, Izuna's free hand shot to my hair and he yanked my head to look at him. "You will look at me," he growled, "not him." He instructed and I could see there was no way out of this. Whatever he had on Madara was enough to give him this power over him.

"You had my brother shot," I slapped Izuna with my free hand, I'll be damned if he thinks I'll go willingly.

I saw the smirk on his lips before he looked back to me, "And I'll shoot as many of your friends and family of yours that it takes for you to learn where your place is in this family." His response was chilling as he moved his hand from my arm to unzip my dress.

I had worn a lace corset and garter today, the winter wind chilling so I actually had on stockings, though they were ruined from my run on the concrete earlier. The black fabric was exposed and I heard an appreciative hum escape Izuna as he slid my dress from me completely. I closed my eyes as he walked around my body and I felt his fingers trace the eye hooks of the corset. I heard Izuna move and I felt him unhook the garter and he slowly pushed the stockings down and pulled them off of me completely.

"Must you do this here?" The first, and only, thing Madara said.

I opened my eyes and knew immediately that he wasn't going to save me from this, no matter how much I begged. Izuna stood up from his crouched position before me and looked to Madara, "You may leave, if you wish," his eyes moved to me and I shivered, "or I can take her back to my rooms."

Neither one sounded good to me. Stay here in the billiard room and have Madara watch as Izuna has his way with me. Madara could leave, but I still didn't want another memory in this room. Or, have Izuna take me to his rooms and do as his wishes.y option, Option C, or would it be D, was sounding more and more appealing: piss someone off enough to get killed. Is that doable? Kikyo is the only reason I didn't do just that. I'd rather die than let this man touch me ever again.

Madara turned and walked to the bar high chair and took a seat. His expression was one of boredom but I could see how tense he was as he propped his cheek against his fist. His eyes were raging and he was fighting against himself to rip me from his brother's hands. This broke me even more. Why? The man truly loved me, somewhere deep inside that dark and sadistic heart of his. And, because of that love, he wanted to shelter me from the darkness and bloodshed of whatever secrets his brother held over him. So, he'd let his brother do as he wished, this one time, I prayed.

I held Madara's eyes and decided to go for broke. I was going to die by the hands of someone with the last name Uchiha, directly or indirectly, so I'd plunge myself into the depths completely. "For you, my love," Madara's eyes lit at my words, "I'll do this."