I was away at college/university for almost 7 years before returning to Konohagakure. I moved back in with my brother and got a part time job to start saving money. I had plans for a future. A career. A place to call my own. A car. A husband. A fami...
After Y/n had slapped the shit out of Obito and she had Rogue ferociously growl at him, she stormed inside. It was only two in the afternoon but she began chugging whiskey as though it was water the second she reached the damn billiard room. Kisame has found her a few hours later and he was cussing as he found her giggling and crying as she sat atop the pool table.
"Lamb," he said in a hushed voice as he picked her up, "you're scheduled to sing tonight." Five hours, he had five hours to sober her up.
A cold shower. A hot meal. Lots of water and electrolytes. She was ready to go.
Kisame was practically seething with contempt when she updated him on the last week's events, using a drunken stupor as an excuse for her ranting. After she was presentable, he left her to get dressed and she frowned at the gown before her. Izuna likes you in red. Madara had said, so she'd be in red for the evening. Fuck. She forgot the entire family would be in attendance again. Good thing she remembered that fact when she picked her setlist this time around.
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Once dressed she headed for the door where Kisame waited for her. Kisame knew from earlier that she wouldn't be in a talkative mood, but just the look in her eyes should have any human being shrinking away from her. It's like the light in her eyes was gone, only a hollow shell of what used to be stood before him. She was now a ruthless killer who would stop at nothing to achieve her goal, which was a good thing really, but what was the cost? Her humanity? Her life? Someone else's life? Only time would tell. Kisame just prayed that she knew what she was doing because he wasn't so sure anymore.
Madara waited for Y/n in the overlook while everyone else was downstairs, including Izuna. When she entered the room Madara could sense a new aura around her and he himself was slightly intimidated by it. She had come in the rear door, so no one knew she was there aside from Madara and Kisame. Kisame took his post outside the door, under strict instructions not to let anyone enter.
Madara held out his hand to Y/n and she approached him with a stoic expression. "My love," Madara watched her face, "Is everything alright?"
A sickeningly sweet smile danced on her lips, "Your nephew decided to stop by earlier," Madara's hand was on her hip as he peered down at her, "I was reminded how cruel you Uchihas' can be, that's all."
No sense in lying, he'd likely hear about it from Kisame or even check the footage from while he was gone. Madara frowned down at her, "Kisame said there was an incident but he didn't go into detail."
Y/n raised a hand and waved it lazily, "Details don't matter, I'm sure it was payback for the other day with Rin." Perfect way to play it all off, and hope Madara doesn't check the footage. "One of my songs is especially for her, so it doesn't really matter."
Madara hadn't seen the setlist this time around, "Is that a wise move?" He brushed one of the stray hairs from her face, her curls framing her beautiful face. "You look amazing, by the way."
