A/N: So i didn't want to find a pic of madara so here's another painting I did (self plug), it's one of the coolest ones I've ever done. Kinda like Muramasa in this book (low-key simba tho). GUYS I DID IT! YANDERE MADARA FOR YA PEEPS!  hope you enjoy this (super fucking long) onset of yandere Madara. This would have been a fun book to write but alas I have too many others I'm working on to do a full book of this. Enjoy! This is officially the longest chapter I've ever written.

Madara Uchiha was pushing his early 30's when he'd found her, the most perfect woman— well girl but that didn't matter— that had become the object of his affections. He'd been single for majority of his life for the reasons that he had believed women to be nothing more than tools for pleasure and all women in his eyes were ugly. Women were ugly not just in the literal sense but he considered women ugly because of how useless and weak willed they were. All of the women he'd come across in his life were floozies and bimbos that threw themselves at him for money or his looks, it didn't matter, they all cared more about how they looked than anything else and it made them completely worthless to talk to. Madara and the rest of his family had assumed that he'd be alone for the rest of his life; there was no way someone like him would find love with the unbelievably high standards of a mate and crushingly low opinions of women.

As a man, Madara knew he was a catch: he was devilishly handsome to the point of it being unfair, he was too rich to even know what to do with his money, and his intelligence was that of a genius. That didn't mean he didn't have faults, far from it actually. In simple terms Madara was a dick to anyone he didn't like or respect— which was almost everyone ever and he tended to become so obsessive and fixated on things it was worrisome. The head of the longstanding (now even with few people left) Uchiha clan was the CEO of some big shot company until his cousin Obito, one of the people he actually liked speaking to, convinced him to become the principal at the school he worked at. The handsome man agreed to the job because he wanted to teach the newer generation soon to enter the world on how to be less of a fuck-up than the one above them. He'd had enough working with incompetent children and didn't need another generation of the imbeciles roaming the streets.

The job switch put him here at Konoha High sitting behind his perfectly polished desk as Obito rambled on excitedly about his favorite and most promising students. Madara's nephew Sasuke was of course one of the few slated for success and hearing his accomplishments brought pride to the head of the clan. Besides Sasuke, there was one student who'd intrigued Madara and hearing the high praise she'd received brought a calm smirk onto his features. Hinata Hyuga, Madara could remember seeing her face like it was yesterday. Before starting his job he made sure to know each student's name and face so that when he was going to crush them and turn them into diamonds, he could use their names to do it.

When he'd first saw the Hyuga girl he was unexplainably entranced by her, she was breathtakingly beautiful the likes Madara had not seen before. He watched her closely as she passed by in the hallway, her hair was flowing effortlessly down her back in long silky strands, the uniform hugged her body just tight enough to show off her womanly curves and toned legs but still left room for his imagination to wander, her smile was the most beautiful he had seen-it was so filled with joy and her pink lips were curved perfectly, the final thing he noticed were her eyes they were the trademark lavender of her family but they were glittering with beauty and life. He chose to ignore his initial thoughts of the girl because someone that gorgeous was bound to be an airhead focused on boys and looking pretty but that impression of her changed when Obito had him read an essay she had written about superheroes of all things. (A/N I have done this actually... got an A+ on the paper tho).

Despite the seeming childish topic, the essay was so well written and thought provoking as well as humorous and down right perfect, reading the way she strung words together showed just how intelligent and funny Hinata was and Madara fell, hard. The next few weeks he always managed to catch a glimpse of the navy haired princess as she glided her way through the hallways, a happy grin always lighting up her features. He'd make sure none of the boys who had eyes for her got to close, she was his and his alone, he'd take care of those unwanted pests that watched her from afar or had the nerve to flirt with her.

Madara wanted her, he was willing to do anything to have her, he needed her. Since he realized he loved the girl, he had been planning on how he was going to meet her and get her to fall desperately in love with him. She would be his and the opportunity presented itself to make that happen when he'd overheard Sasuke on the phone telling Itachi how Hinata was going to come over when the boy came over break from University. This was perfect when she'd come over and enjoy dinner he'd gain her favor and she'd jump into his awaiting arms. As soon as she graduated from high school they'd be married and start the of-so-fun process of practicing to start a family.

Sasuke had left to go to the bathroom and Itachi was in the kitchen cooking leaving Hinata to look around Madara's house. The older man took this as his opportunity to finally speak to the girl. He was standing in wait around a corner, his onyx eyes watching obsessively at the way her hair swayed as she moved, the way her eyes lit up when seeing something beautiful, how round her chest looked pressing against the tight cropped top, how the grey sweats clung nicely to the curvature of her hips. When Hinata went to round the corner, Madara stepped out, her body collided hard with his firm one and she slipped backwards. Before she could fall, she felt a warm hand gently pressing against the exposed skin on the small of her back and another grasping her hand in his large calloused one. Hinata's lavender eyes looked up through her lashes to meet with the sexiest man she had laid eyes on, only to blink and realize it was her principal. She bowed her head slightly an airy laugh escaping through her pink lips.

"Ahh shit, sorry Madara-sama I didn't mean to bump into you." But I did. The way she said his name sent shivers down his spine. His hand placed on her lower back pushed her closer to him as he put on his most charming smirk, his thumb rubbing the smallest circle on her inner wrist.

"It's not a problem but please do be careful. I wouldn't want someone as beautiful as you getting hurt because of me. I would love to know though, how do you know of my name and why am I being graced with your presence at my estate?" She finally pushed herself out of his grasp and was losing her mind, trying hard and succeeding to keep in her laughter. Of all the times she'd been to this house he'd never been here and this was not what she expected to experience at the Uchiha home. Her principal, the super hot and way older principal, just hit on her. The same one that Itachi and Sasuke had both swore up and down was asexual. This was one for the books; Ino would have a field day with this.

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(Hinata POV)

"Oh uh haha thanks I guess." I rubbed the back of my neck, smiling up at the taller man. Wholly hell, I've never seen him up close but the pictures Itachi has shown me and the brief glimpses of hm at school do nothing for him. His wild mane of long-ass inky black hair was left down instead of pulled back like at school, his face was chiseled and held none of the youth that Itachi and Sasuke still held onto, his eyes were smoldering and dark-staring into them made my heart beat faster and my palms were clammy. Something about the look in his eyes was unsettling and yet this guy is still nothing short of perfection, like Kakashi-sensei level sexiness, damn Uchiha genes. 

Principal Madara's lips upturned into the most minuscule of smirks and I wanted to take a step back. Whether it was from intimidation or just the lack of space I'm not sure. I'm probably just overthinking things as usual because I'd watched (been forced by Kiba who reveled in my terrified screams last night) too many horror movies last night. And as much as being held by someone so sexy and well-built as Madara was most teenage girls dreams, this was more than highly inappropriate.

"Ahh you must be Hinata Hyuga Top second year female student in every class except Home Ec., Captain of the Basketball team, head of the science club and Hero fan club, and last but not least heiress to one of the largest eye-ware companies across the globe. Not to mention a beauty surpassing women of all ages."

"Yep thats me, although I definitely think you're making me seem way better than I am. How do you know any of this?"

"I'm the principal of the school you attend." He rolled his eyes, speaking as though my question was irrelevant and the answer was more than obvious.

"No shit sherlock, I mean why do you care to know all of this?" Naruto wasn't exaggerating when he said Madara was intimidating enough to make him want to shit himself.

"I like to make sure my nephews are in good company." Yeah sure, thats exactly why he lets Itachi hang around people like Deidara and Hidan. I guess they both have something good going for them though so oh well. "and I do have to say you are the most desirable one of the rest of their acquaintances." My cheeks flushed in the slightest, the only other person who openly flirts with me and means it is Hidan but the way Madara does it is so smooth and almost intimate it is more than embarrassing. It's like the words he is saying has a deeper meaning, a more sexual undertone or something, I'm not sure yet but this is way different then the creepy uncle. 

Its like the sexy hot guy way too old meets me outside of school and then he finds out I'm a minor and he becomes my teacher or something... but actually with the burning way he's staring at me and licking his lips he might be a creepy uncle, a really hot, really smooth creepy uncle. this guy is nothing like the hard ass he was described as, leave it to Sasuke to exaggerate things while keeping it just close enough to the truth for everyone to believe it.

"Thank you Madara-sama." I turned around to leave and against my better judgement I decided to be nice and did a quick spin to face Madara once more, not knowing tonight would be the beginning of the end. "I'm going to surprise 'Tachi since he still shouldn't know I'm here, wanna join me? I need someone to take a pic of him finally being surprised and since Shisui-nii couldn't come home that job is yours now." I tossed him my phone and he caught it effortlessly, staring at the piece of glass and metal with an unreadable expression, if I had to pick something he looked... pleased? "Password is 5555." I watched the screen light up, the light glowing against his features as he nimbly entered the code, smirking and holding it like he was ready to take the pic.

"I understand the pleasure of making Itachi-kun lose his stone cold exterior. I'd be glad to be of assistance Hinata-hime." I smiled happily at him and headed to the kitchen.

"Hinata is fine, hime makes me seem like a pretentious asshole." I slid open the kitchen door just barely so I could peek in. Itachi had his hair into a messy bun to keep it all out of the way and was dressed in the frilly pink apron Naruto and I bought for his 18th birthday and he was staring-glaring at the pot of whatever he was making. He had a ladle in his right hand and was stirring the mixture in a meticulous fashion, each stir not being faster or slower than the last one. I motioned for Madara to start recording and as soon as the camera was up and ready I slammed open the door as harshly as I could without totally breaking it (its happened more than once between the entirety of my friends and I). 

The bang made Itachi drop the ladle spraying the orange sauce all over himself and before he could react anymore I was already hopped onto his back and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He was startled: his eyes were wide and fearful and he had his body poised for an attack. The expression faded as his cheeks took on the lightest shade of pink then almost as soon as it happened, it was gone and he was back to normal, holding me on his back as he stared up at me then back at the mess then me again before sighing.

"Hello to you too Hinata-hime. I assume you are staying for dinner?" I gathered myself from my laughter and leaned my head against his. His hair smelled exactly like Deidara's, Itachi was stealing his super expensive products again, I cant wait for the phone call Dei is going to have for me screaming about wanting to murder Itachi.

"Of course, what else am I gonna do when you come home and embrace your housewife duties for me and Duckbutt." Itachi smiled faintly and set me onto the counter before turning to Madara and bowing slightly.

"It is good to see you again Madara-sama." Madara was smiling towards his nephew, although his jaw muscles tensed like he was gritting his teeth instead.

"You as well Itachi-kun, I presume your studies are going well?"

"Of course." He had me hand him the chili powder and sprinkled a bit in, watching intently as the red powder mixed into the dish before turning back to Madara. "Shall I set a plate for you tonight as well?" Madara leaned against the wall his arms crossed. His eyes met mine for a second before looking back to Itachi-who didn't miss the interaction and the way his uncle smirked and looked me over hungrily.

"If you would, I would like to get to know your friend in a more personal setting." He spun on his heel and walked out of the room if he had a cape it would be fluttering behind him intimidatingly.

"I thought he hated women?" Itachi's grip on the ladle tightened as he looked where his Uncle had stood previously, his mind wheeling on what was happening. His stomach dropped slightly, there was an ominous feeling in the air on a night that was supposed to be amazing.

"So did I."

"I guess my amazingness is just so overwhelming that it even makes the scariest of men want to be my friend." I grinned smugly but Itachi didn't even roll his eyes, he was staring far off into space deep in thought.

"Possibly although I doubt that's the case." When Sasuke walked into the kitchen and grabbed three bowls Itachi snapped out of his pensiveness and smiled lovingly towards the younger Uchiha. "Hello little brother please grab one more bowl, Madara-sama is eating with us tonight."

"Hn" Sasuke looked at the stains on Itachi's apron and smirked towards me. He placed the bowls on the chabudai as he chuckled to himself. "Did you get it on video?"

"Who do you peg me for, Naruto? Of course I got it on video." I crossed my arms and grinned.

"Surprising, you and the dobe are both equally idiotic." Sasuke scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Where does that put you, you're our best friend?"

"It's only because I felt sorry for both of you losers."

"Yeah yeah, it sounds more like you're still salty I beat you at ping pong in gym today." His eyes narrowed onto my form, flicking back between Itachi and I to make sure I wasn't tainting his oh so perfect little brother image for his beloved Aniki.

"That last call was crap, even someone as small minded as yourself should have been able to figure that out." I laughed loudly and teased him more about his loss, his pride was dampened and it was aggravating the cold, hot-headed boy.

"You wish."

"I beat you in more games the day before so I'm still better." Sasuke huffed, trying to re-inflate his ego.

"'It's not how you start it's how you finish.' Isn't that what you said to Naruto?" I smiled triumphantly.

"Don't bring him into this freak!" Sasuke was caging me in by his hands, his face leveled with mine as we stared-glared-into one another eyes, the deep onyx in his almost seemed to flicker to red. The aura around us was filled with mirth, we weren't mad in the technical sense, I was elated and Sasuke was brooding with annoyance. Even then, there was no doubt that he was my best friend. At the close proximity time seemed to stop for a second and not thinking, I leaned forward and licked up the side of Sasuke's alabaster skin letting him 'scream' in annoyance at my germs.

"As amusing as your conversations always are little brother, please go take your seat I will go get Madara-sama." Itachi untied the apron and hung it on a hook, he placed a hand on my back and gave me a shove towards the table. I kneeled on the left side of Sasuke, Itachi would be across from me and Madara at the "head" of the chabudai.

"Turn around."

"Eh, Why?"

"Just turn around you freak." I did so waiting to see what was so 'urgent' when I felt nimble fingers brush through my long hair. I rolled my eyes and relaxed into his touch, his fingers running easily through my navy strands as he gathered my hair into a stupidly good-looking ponytail at the top of my head, one that Sasuke was so masterful at. He always calmed himself by playing with my hair, his mother always let him play with her hair as well and he said mine reminded his of hers, it was a good comforting memory of his mother that he kept up with me. I never minded, it feels nice and he's super good at doing my hair. When his hands moved from my hair I turned back around to talk, he looked calm and relaxed with the most serene expression. "There, now you cant get food in your hair, it would be embarrassing for all of us if you did again."

"I was 9!" Sasuke opened his mouth for a response but Madara and Itachi entered the room. Madara was out of his work suit, now dressed more casually. He was wearing a deep red-burgundy colored V-neck shirt that hung perfectly against his body, just tight enough to see his muscles against the soft fabric. He also had a pair of dark jeans that hung at his waist and were a perfect fit to accentuate how immaculately he was sculpted. Itachi was dressed similar in a navy ensemble, his hair was now pulled back into his ponytail once more, the bun from earlier gone. I would have felt underdressed if it weren't for Sasuke who was wearing black joggers and a light blue, long sleeved tee just tight enough to highlight the outline of his muscular form. We both stood up and waited for Madara to take a seat before we all sat back down, Sasuke pinching my side playfully as we sat back down making me jolt slightly and him to smirk evilly.

"Uncle." Sasuke spoke out in the bland, rude tone of his acknowledging Madara's presence.

"Ah yes hello Sasuke-kun. Well mannered as always I see." Madara replied with only the slightest bit of detectable sarcasm.

"Hn."

"Ha, I told ya, you have shitty manners. Gentleman my ass, you're just a little emo duckbutt."

"You're one to talk, you speak more crude than a sailor. You're so unladylike nobody would consider you a real woman." Sasuke smirked that arrogant smirk as he took a bite of food, his smugness was basically flowing from his body as he felt like metaphorically dropping the mic.

"Foolish little brother." Itachi spoke in the faintest of warnings shaking his head slightly. Sasuke's smugness faded instantly hating being scolded by Itachi. Itachi on the other hand was enjoying the situation, he could see how much his brother loved the girl, he wouldn't tease her if he didn't. His words were so contradictory and Itachi was waiting for the moment Sasuke would slip up and finally tell me how he feels. Of course he wanted to win the bet with Shisui so if Sasuke did it tonight he would win. He was even more certain it would happen after the sweet little show he and Madara witnessed of him fixing my hair. Itachi can feel the 1000 yen in his pocket already.

"Ah but Sasuke-kun you are incorrect, Hinata-chan is nothing short of a beautiful woman. I like so many others find her way of speaking charmingly refreshing from the stuck up ditzy women I deal with every day." Madara's voice was a low melodious thrum and his lips were turned into a smirk aimed towards Sasuke who was huffing in annoyance, staring at his uncle incredulously. I gave Madara a grateful smile for his extremely kind comments then it turned into a more smug look when I faced Sasuke again.

"Ha suck on that duckbutt, if a real man like Madara-sama says that then it's true. I'm a charming and super sexy woman who kicks your ass in ping pong."

"Who said you're sexy?"

"Me. Plus you think so too, I can see it in your eyes."

"Hn, you wish."

"Aww don't feel bad, you're not too bad yourself but I'm sure you know that with all the girls that throw themselves at you."

"Like you're one to talk, you have a growing fanbase as well Hinata-hime. Naruto is very loose lipped about the notes decorating your locker every day." Itachi smiled fondly towards the both of us, as kind as he is he had that look in his eye. He was waiting for something or pushing for something with his words, for what I have no clue.

"Only god knows why people are into you." Sasuke mumbled under his breath, gripping the chopsticks in his fist so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He turned his head to face away while I was focused on Sasuke, Itachi was watching his uncle's reacting closely. Madara had his fists clenched under the table the longer our conversation went on, Sasuke and I had a connection that bothered him. I smiled for Sasuke, the smile that belonged to Madara and Madara alone, the jealousy was only slightly nullified in his chest when I smiled at him, that smile that made his heart beat aster and his mind fixate solely on the thought of us. The eldest Uchiha's rage only sky rocketed when I'd said Sasuke was hot, my eyes should only be on Madara, Sasuke is a mere bratty boy, I am supposed to need a man, to need Madara. 

When he'd heard about more of my admirers his jaw clenched tight enough Itachi could see the muscles in his jaw tense and the murderous rage flicker slightly in his deep eyes, he thought that he had taken care of them all by scaring them into submission but that must have not been enough. He didn't think anyone else should be able to think of me in such a light, to him it's a miracle he's even being generous enough to let me parade around like I wasn't his already. Itachi's eyes narrowed onto his uncles form, his genius level intellect piecing together the actions of his usually woman hating Uncle.

"So Hinata-chan, other than your apparent like for ping-pong, what else do you enjoy to partake your time with? I'm sure someone who seems as active as you has many things to stimulate yourself with." His phrasing was elegant like with most sentences but no matter what I always feel like his words have some hidden meaning, like he's teasing me or testing me. Actually I'm most likely right, he did mention I was going to be deemed worthy or not tonight so maybe this is his way of doing things.

"Oh uh I dance a bit, I also like to listen to music, I play the guitar... thats always fun when I get Deidara to come over and drum with Hidan Itachi and I in our own little band, I also kick ass at video games well unless I'm playing Naru, Niisan, or Shisui-nii cuz they always beat me."

"Uncle, Hinata is a very talented dancer she'll have to show you a dance some time." Itachi commented offhandedly, his eyes trained on his uncle who seemed to daydream before a smirk overtook his features.

"That sounds magnificent, I'm positive I'd thoroughly enjoy any dance you would be willing to preform for me."

"Hell yeah! Duckbutt we can show him that one we made up for class someday."

"Hn."

"I thought you were done with the Hn shit, it's not a word!"

"Hn." Sasuke smirked at me, enjoyment flashing in his deep eyes as he purposefully attempted to rile me up.

"Hinata-chan you truly are a wonderful woman, Sasuke and Itachi are lucky to have you as a friend. If you don't mind, I would love to know more about yourself, even the most insignificant of details."

"Yeah sure, but you have to tell me about you as well because this is kind of feeling like an interrogation." He stuck his hand out and I put mine in his as we shook on the deal. Before letting go the pads of his fingers trailed from my wrist to my palm softly.

"Deal."

"Uhh I'm turning 16 in a few days, my birthday is December 27th. I have a younger sister named Hanabi and an older brother named Neji. My favorite color is red and my least favorite color is pink. I like most foods but I hate cooking...mainly because I suck at it. I love tasting fun drinks but don't like tea. Dresses make me feel awkward and if I could wear sweatpants to school every day I would." Madara's dark eyes never left mine as I talked, the faintest smile was on his lips the more I continued. He rested his head in the palm of his hand and chuckled a deep sound that reverberated throughout the dining room.

"You are delightfully interesting my dear, I can imagine there is never a dull day with you around." He looked up seeming to be deep in thought before continuing. "I am 31, my birthday was December 24th. I had 4 younger brothers, my favorite being Izuna. My favorite color used to be red but recently has become lavender my least favorite color is brown. My favorite food is inarizui and my least favorite is roe, I find enjoyment in the preparation of food. Becoming a principal has aided in me finding my life's goal and I enjoy the occasional game if my competitor provides enough of a challenge." He blinked slowly, watching my reactions closely as he languidly licked his lips. I smiled at him and all of us continued to talk, Sasuke and I sharing embarrassing stories of one another until the food was gone.

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(3d POV)

Madara was on cloud 9 during dinner, he made a few jokes slightly making fun of his nephews and got Hinata to smile and laugh that angelic laugh just for him, because of him. The annoyance he'd felt with Sasuke for touching what was his earlier was finally gone and Madara had prepared to show Hinata to his garden and make her fall for him but Sasuke had to intervene, asking the girl to take a walk with him. It was when Madara clenched his fists together to the point of drawing blood that he noticed Itachi's eyes watching closely, the younger boy was able to discern his reactions and had a frown on his features.

"Madara-sama, your thoughts toward Hinata-hime are inappropriate and reprehensible. I would prefer it if you found another woman to place your slightly obsessive desires onto, I have not missed the way you act towards her and the people she is closest to." Madara let out a chuckle, it was not one of amusement it was of anger. His narrowed eyes turned to Itachi and sent him the harshest of glares.

"Ah nephew, you have always been so keen in sight however you are wrong. Hinata-chan seems to feel the same as I do, did you miss the way her eyes were practically begging me to take her?" Itachi stood up and sighed, running his hands through his hair before making his Uncle follow him, he needed to disillusion his uncle of this fantasy before things got out of hand. Uchiha's are possessive to a fault and Itachi didn't need or want his uncle to become like that with Hinata especially when Sasuke was so enthralled with the girl already. Madara followed Itachi out to the garden where they hid behind a post watching the scene play out.

Sasuke held Hinata's hands in his as a faint blush coated his cheeks causing him to scowl even more when trying to confess. He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, his heart stopping for a moment at how beautiful she looked with the moonlight illuminating her features. The confusion on her features as she cocked her head slightly made him fall even harder.

"Duckbutt, what are we doing out here?"

"Just shut up for a second and let me talk." He snapped back, feeling his chest tighten with anxiety. "Hinata since forever I-I've. Dammit!" All of the words Sasuke wanted to say, all the romantic things he had planned out disappeared as she leaned closer to him. Gathering the rest of his courage, Sasuke decided to show Hinata how he felt so she'd understand. He gripped the girl at her waist and pulled her to him, leaning down slightly and pressing his lips against hers. All the unspoken words made sense and Hinata's heart was soaring as her eyes fluttered shut, leaning closer to the boy and deepening their kiss. She understood everything, how he wanted to say she was the most beautiful girl in the world and he'd been in love with her since elementary school. She felt the same way and when Sasuke slipped his tongue past her lips to dance with hers, her hands moved to grip at his chest and in his hair, pulling the black locks slightly. 

It felt like the air was being pulled from her chest as their lips moved in sync, his saliva coating her tongue as she slightly bit and sucked on his muscle. She could feel his body heat enveloping her, ridding her body of any bit of the brisk night air. His musky scent was dizzying as he held onto her passionately showing his love for his longtime friend. They pulled away breathlessly and Hinata's face took on a blush of her own as she grinned up at Sasuke, punching him in the shoulder.

"I like you to dummy." She pecked his lips once more and Sasuke couldn't hide the smile that graced his perfect features. "Took you long enough to man up and ask me out."

"Hn. Doesn't matter now that you're my girlfriend."

"Does that mean you're gonna stop calling me freak?"

"No."

"Good cuz I'm not going to stop calling you duckbutt." Hinata jumped in excitement, gripping Sasuke's arm. "Oh, we gotta call Shusui, he lost the bet and I want to hear him weep in misery."

"What bet?"

"The one Itachi and Shisui made to see when you'd ask me out." Hinata stated it nonchalantly and Sasuke widened his eyes slightly in surprise.

"How'd you know about it?"

"Shisui can't keep a secret to save his life." He smirked and knew she was right, Shisui was not good at keeping any secrets that weren't life or death.

"All the girls at school are going to try to kill you." Sasuke had an arrogant smirk on his face as he imagined Hinata trying to fend off an army of angry girls for him. He chuckled happily as her face paled and she punched him in the chest.

"Oh fuck, dammit Sasuke why do girls have to like you."

"You do too. I've known since the beginning that you were a fangirl." He pinched and pulled at one of her cheeks playfully before poking her forehead.

"Yeah Yeah, at least I got you to protect me right. I mean you wouldn't want your precious freak to be saved by someone like Naruto right~?" She smiled as Sasuke glared at the thought of the dobe protecting what is his. He gripped Hinata and threw her over his shoulder, walking into the house glaring. She was his girlfriend now and he was gonna keep it that way. His expression softened when Hinata giggled and teased him for being so possessive already.

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Itachi turned to Madara who looked completely blank, void of any thought or feeling as the eldest Uchiha tried to wrap his head around the scene.

"She doesn't feel that way, just let her and Sasuke be." Not wasting anymore time outside with Madara, Itachi stalked away filled with a sense of happiness and pride for his little brother and winning the bet but he couldn't help the eerie feeling that seemed to drape over the entire household, even the laughter of Hinata and Sasuke couldn't quell the feeling pressing down on him.

When Itachi finally left, the events that had just taken place resonated in Madara's head. The Uchiha male was filled with a burning white hot rage and he slammed his fist repeatedly into the cobblestone support beam until pieces of stone crumbled off and to the floor. His mind was so livid he couldn't even feel the blood oozing from the fresh wounds, nor the knuckle that was moved out of place with the contact of the stone. His teeth gnashed together and if someone looked close enough they'd be able to see how the once deep onyx eyes were now seeming to shine a dangerous red like the glowing embers of a fire. His breaths were coming out raggedly as he couldn't bring himself to look away from where his love had just stood accepting a confession from someone else.

Hinata is his and yet his pesky nephew had the balls to confess. She is his and yet Sasuke was the one to kiss her lips, to taste the sweet flavor that is Hinata, to hold her in his arms, to make her blush, to make her smile. Sasuke got to hear her sweet voice laugh for him, speak so lovingly to him even when she's taken. All of that was supposed to be his and yet Sasuke had it all. How could Hinata do that to him, she felt the connection like he did, Madara knew it, and yet his love still kissed someone else. Still let someone else hold her and call her their girlfriend. It was unacceptable, she was just tricked into it, his sweet little rose. Hinata is Madara's and Madara's alone. He will have her at no matter the cost, he will not lose another one he loves so dearly even if it means taking care of those in the way.

An insane grin took over Madara's handsome and chiseled features as he made his plans. He would make her need him, he would make her want him, she would she him and him alone no matter the cost. He would protect her in a way Sasuke couldn't, how could she even think that anyone else could. He would keep her safe, do the thing he had failed with his brothers, love her fully and be loved in return. He won't lose her, she is his. Madara made his way back inside feeling like he was flying as he whistled an eerily joyous tune not noticing the watchful eyes of Itachi carefully examining his movements. When Itachi saw Madara's overeager state and the blood dripping from his fist, he knew the uncertainty gripping at his chest was founded, the look in his Uncles eyes was anything but sane.

*

The next day at school, news of Sasuke and Hinata's relationship spread liek wildfire thanks the couple holding hands in the hallways (since Sasuke needed everyone to know she was his and to back off) and the loud mouth of Naruto yelling it loud enough for people at Suna High to hear. The school was in shambles, females were weeping for their Sasuke-kun and cursing out Hinata, one pink haired lady in particular was fuming. At lunch Sasuke had seen someone looking at Hinata with want and being the jealous (and type of arrogant person to flaunt what they have), he pulled the girl into his lap and continued eating. Naruto and Ino were bogging the couple for the details of Sasuke's confession when Sakura strolled up and practically ripped Hinata away from Sasuke.

"What the hell do you think you're doing blackmailing Sasuke-kun into dating a wench like you."

"Uh nothing?" The lunchroom silenced as the slap echoed throughout. Hinata's cheek flushed a bright red and stung from the force of Sakura's slap. Everyone got tense, Ino was stood at the ready besides Naruto TenTen and Sasuke, even Shikamaru was a little more tense, ready to break up the fight if needed. Instead of crying like everyone expected, Hinata stood up and straightened the uniform, the tears that stung her eyes were now nonexistent. She looked Sakura in the eye and smiled a pained, heartbroken smile at what used to be her friend.

"Did that make you feel better?" Sakura stomped her foot in anger, readying her hand for another slap but before it could land Sasuke had her hand in his. She turned to the boy hopeful, green eyes shining with some kind of love.

"Sasuke-kun!" She spoke hoping he would tell her his undying love but her face fell at the harsh glare she was reviving.

"Sakura, back off. I don't like you. I never have and I never will, if you lay a finger on Hinata-chan again I will make sure you are expelled from this school and the job your parents have for my company will be long gone. Leave, NOW." Sasuke's low voice spoke cold and harsh making the pinkette turn around and run out of the lunchroom in tears. Sasuke pulled Hinata from her hug with Ino and sat her back in his lap like nothing happened, nonchalantly wiping the stray tear that fell from her eye. Hinata leaned back in his embrace, her heart painfully squeezing at the confrontation with Sakura, any one else and she'd punch their lights out but this was Sakura, the girl who was one of her friends for so long and the slap she received, the hateful glare made her heart hurt.

Madara had seen the entire exchange when getting his lunch (purposefully going when he knew she were eating as well) and he was fuming,her sitting in Sasuke's lap and being so close to Naruto and Shikamaru was bad enough and then that girl, that lowlife scum had the nerve to hit her, to make her look so pained, to make it seem like Sasuke was the hero. His plan was to solve the issue with Itachi first, to make you lose someone one at a time until you were dependent on him, going to him and him alone for comfort but this was unacceptable. He stalked out of the cafeteria and found the weeping pinkette alone on the stairwell.

"Sakura Haruno?" Teary eyed she looked up at him and he did his best not to scowl at how impure she looked, she couldn't hold a candle to Hinata in his eyes.

"Y-yes." When her vision cleared she saw the principle, the hot man that was part of Sasuke's family and she shivered fearing the worst until he smiled such a sexy smile at her. She felt her cheeks warm and she hastily stood up, wiping the tears and mascara streaks from her face the best she could. "Oh h-hello Madara-sama."

"I saw what happened, I would like to apologize for my nephew's unruly behavior to such a," he paused and traced her jaw carefully, her skin feeling like sandpaper. "lovely woman like yourself. If I may, would you perhaps like to enjoy lunch with me. I will also take you home to clean yourself if you so desire." Her face erupted into the brightest of reds as she followed Madara, her heart beating rapidly as he gave her the attention she wanted from Sasuke. If she couldn't have him, at least she could make him jealous by being with his sexy uncle and then get between Hinata and Sasuke. 

On the entire drive to Sakura's home Madara had a malicious smirk on his face as he droned out the screeching of the thing beside him. When they finally reached a shaded area nearby his house he stopped the car and turned towards the girl, one hand going beneath his chair and the other reaching towards her. Sakura's breath caught in her throat as she closed her eyes and awaited the kiss that was sure to come, until she felt a harsh grip at her neck and her airway being blocked. She tried to talk but no words could come out at the rope tightened more and more, crushing her windpipe.

Tears streamed down her face as she stared down the raging Madara until everything went black. Madara released the tension on the rope and tied it into a noose smirking hatefully down at the soon to be dead female.

"Keep your hands off what is mine." He brought out a chair from the Haruno's patio and tied the noose around the tree, hanging the girl from the tree, his gloved hands touching as little of her as possible. He watched for a few gleeful seconds as her body struggled for air until she met her demise. It was the perfect set-up as a suicide and the circumstances at school would corroborate with the story and nobody would think to look his way...except maybe Itachi who he was going to take care of extremely soon. Madara made his way to his home during the rest of his break and with careful precision he tampered with the brake pad in Itachi's car just enough to make it not work properly when his car was going fast enough. An extremely damaging, if not fatal crash was bound to happen when Itachi would leave today to go back to school.

Madara's ridding of Itachi worked out even better than he planned, the crash happened on a high speed intersection where Itachi T-boned a car, sending Naruto to the hospital in a coma while being fatal for Itachi and Sasuke who took the brunt of the damage. Madara had another plan for the blonde and his other nephew, Sasuke deserved punishment harsher than a crash but at least he was gone, Hinata was alone again. When Madara received the call to go to the morgue, he was shaken up, a wide smile overtaking his features the entire drive until he had to stone himself identifying both of his deceased nephews. He was told the crash was from a faulty break, something that could have happened to anyone. When he made it back hime, he was also notified of the suicide of Sakura Haruno and how he was supposed to give the next day of school off for students to grieve the losses taken today.

When Hinata heard the news from her father, it was as if the world stopped. She dropped everything from her hands and her body sunk to the floor, the light in her eyes fading, she felt so in shock she couldn't even cry. She thought of Itachi, one of her closest friends. The one who always pushed her and Sasuke together, the kindest soul she'd ever met. He was just gone, it didn't even seem possible. Right now he shoudl still be on the road back to University, not just gone from her life. Sasuke, the Saskue she had just kissed goodbye a few hours ago couldn't have been gone just like that. She could still feel his warmth against her body, his lips on hers. She could see his unnaturally spiked hair, his onyx eyes as he rolled them, the teasing smirk that always graced his features as they spent time together. 

She couldn't picture living without them, Sasuke had become one of the most important people to her, she loved him with everything she had and when they finally were together he was taken away with his brother, it was like the world was punishing her. Not only did she lose her Sasuke, her future elder brother Itachi, the ball of sunshine she trusted with everything but her secrets Naruto was in a coma and she couldn't do anything. She didn't do anything, maybe if she talked with them a bit longer, held Sasuke in her arms for just a minute more they'd all still be there with her.

Like on autopilot Hinata went to the hospital first, and when she wasn't aloud to see Naruto, who was still in surgery, she headed to Sasuke's house thinking he'd be in his room studying or arguing with Naruto like always. She used the key under the mat and entered the house, going straight to Sasuke's room. It still smelled like him, she mindlessly moved to his pillow and gripped it, when nobody entered the room for what felt like hours everything finally hit her and she broke, tears pouring out of her eyes as she sobbed for her friend, her family, her love. She gripped at her chest, it hurt, it hurt so fucking much. The sounds of her sobs were so loud she didn't hear Madara enter the room until his hand was on her shoulder. She thought it was Sasuke and turned in excitement until she saw the man, her eyes dimmed once more and she threw herself into his chest, sobbing into him as she gripped his shirt.

"I-I'm sorry" She cried harder, believing this was as hard on him as it is on her, he's their real family after all. "H-he's g-gone, t-they're g-gone. I-I can't i-it hurts s-so m-much." Madara's large frame held her against him, providing her comfort as she continued her cries. He held one hand in her hair and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, mumbling nothings to her as he relished in the feeling of her soft, sweet body being held against him. Just like it should be.

"I know it hurts. It hurts me too. I'm here for you, we can be here for each other." She nodded wordlessly and Madara held himself back from smiling, in her pain she came to him, allowed him to comfort her. He could feel her need for comfort, for his love as she gripped him tightly seeming afraid he would leave her alone. It brought a warmth to his chest and he pulled her even closer against him. His plan was working even better and faster than he was hoping, in no time she would be dependent on him for everything, not just comfort. He would be able to protect her, make sure she was safe and would love him. She was going to be his, be with him and she couldn't leave him. "Stay here tonight." In exhaustion she nodded once more and let Madara pick her up and place her into Sasuke's bed. He wanted her in his arms all night but he couldn't scare her away just yet. She was still fragile and he needed to use this mindset to make her need him more and more.

*

Hinata didn't attend school for the next week, the only time she left Sasuke's room was to visit Naruto who was still comatose in the ICU. Her mind was still frazzled and it was hard for her to even wrap her mind around Sasuke being gone. When Shikamaru and Gaara had met her in the hospital she could barely converse with them, the toll of the incident weighing heaviest on her. Unanimously her remaining friends decided to leave out Sakura's suicide afraid to push Hinata to her breaking point. As painful as it was for them, they knew losing the loves of their lives would put them in the same state. Hinata sought comfort from Madara, he cared for her and let her stay with him. When she cried, he'd hold her comfortably and remind her how they still had each other, slowly forcing her to need him more and more. That was until Shisui made it back home. As soon as he entered the Uchiha household he headed straight for Sasuke's room and enveloped the girl in a strong brotherly hug. She clung to him like a lifeline and wouldn't let Shisui go, enraging Madara who was her main source of comfort until the boy came along.

At the funeral for the brothers, Shisi wept with the girl, losing his little 'brothers' was all to painful and he had suspicions on how it happened based on the texts Itachi sent him before he died. Through his mourning he kept Hinata close to him, keeping close watch on Madara, trying to find out if his thoughts are true. Hinata had learned of Sakura's passing and blamed it on herself, Madara and Shisui both doing their best to convince her otherwise. Madara was reaching his breaking point with the boy being around them all the time, he needed Hinata in his arms, he needed to smell her, to hold her, to kiss her, to have that feeling of elation when she confided in him and used him as her comfort. The eldest Uchiha entered the room Hinata was sitting in mindlessly watching TV with Shisui, his fists clenched and he wanted to wrap his long fingers around Shisui's neck but he held himself back, instead turning to his love who even when being so lifeless looking, was still the picture of perfection. Her eyes met him and he smiled softly, getting a sorrowful one in return.

"Hinata-chan when I lost my brother Izuna-kun, the person I cared for the most, my whole world felt like it was collapsing until the stupid idiotic friend of mine, Hashirama, forced me out to go for drinks and to spar like we did in our youth. As much as I didn't want to go, in the end I'd had momentary release of my sorrows and could begin to see the good in life once more. So..." Madara reached out and grasped her hand before Shisui could move her away and he locked eyes with her, "I am going to take you dancing."

"O-ok."

"Now dress yourself, I will be waiting downstairs." Madara turned around and smirked to himself feeling the heated glare of Shisui on his back. This was perfect, tonight she'd fall for him completely. If he could relieve her of the pain she would only depend on him that much more.

"I am coming as well." Shisui stood up to get ready himself but was stopped with Hinata's hand pushing him back to the dest where his work was sprawled out haphazardly.

"No, Shisui-nii, I know you are busy, besides I trust Madara-kun. Maybe this will be good." The mopey puppy dog eyes Hinata gave him broke his will to go just barely. He placed a brotherly kiss at the top of her head and sat back down.

"I will be here waiting for when you get back, be safe Imouto, I hope this can bring your smile back once more."

"Me too." Hinata slipped the leather jacket over her red shirt and walked out of the room, skirt swishing slightly as she walked without the normal bounce that once was in her step. When Madara saw Hinata walk down the stairs, a melancholy look still on her face, his breath caught in his chest. She was dressed so cute for him and even though her face mimicked the excitement of a drowned cat, he still believed she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He was even more excited when she didn't have Shisui with her, tonight he'd be able to be alone with Hinata and not have the stupid interruptions of the boy. 

Madara opened the passenger door and eased the girl in her seat, buckling her in as well, brushing her hair back slightly and telling her it was fine. Riding in cars still made her feel sick, the same machine that took her important people from her. In the car her mind wandered to the still comatose Naruto, the doctors had said that he is stable and will hopefully wake up soon, that new information Shisui had given her before she left gave her the faintest glimmer of light back into her eyes, something Madara didn't miss and in his twisted mind he believed that light was because of him.

After almost an hour drive, they were out of town to an outdoor mall like area that he knew her friends wouldn't drive all the way out for, he didn't need any interruptions tonight. They walked side by side through the lit walkway, fairy lights lighting up the beautiful pathway between the kiosks and restaurants scattered throughout. Madara walked just a bit faster, putting some distance between Hinata and Him as much as he didn't want to, it was necessary. When the girl realized he was no longer by her side, she rushed to him and gripped his arm, she didn't want to be alone. Her fears, further influenced by Madara's 'care taking' made it so that she didn't want to let someone leave her alone, that's when her mind goes awry. 

When someone leaves' she fears they wont come back so she was never without being close to someone else in her greving, Madara took advantage of it and relished in the feeling of her warm hands holding onto him like he was all she needed. He could feel her warmth and the slight outline of her breasts as she pressed against his arm. He bought the girl a hot chocolate, making sure to slip a slow acting sleeping pill into it, watching carefully as she sipped it, her face still saddened.

The look on her face was heartbreaking and aggravating to the eldest Uchiha, it had been a month and she was still moping about because of his worthless nephews, it was infuriating. Madara wanted to see her smile, have her angelic laugh caress his ears, her to finally be over it and accept his love. Tonight was the night it was going to happen, she was finally going to be his to protect and love one way or another. In order to lighten up the situation, Madara began to tell Hinata stories of his childhood, finally getting a laugh out of her when he spoke of Hashirama endlessly tormenting his issue with out being able to pee in the company of others. 

A slight flare of his Hinata came back and she teased him about how rough life myst be trying to find empty bathrooms every time he has to go. Madara's presence was soon enough able to ward off her thoughts of Sasuke as he distracted her with anything and everything he could. His heart was practically soaring, she was smiling for him, it was beautiful and with the feeling of her hand in his it was like they were perfectly together already.

When the clock struck 9, they entered a club of sorts, it was not hectic or full, it was more of a bar if anything. There were a few couples dancing or grinding on one another, some people drinking together it was perfect with the thrum of music in the background. Madara ordered them drinks, making sure Hinata's was extremely strong yet very fruity in taste, she was underage but nobody dared to ask him if she was. Madara had noticed her staring off into space for a second, the smile leaving her face and he stood up, getting onto one knee and smirking teasingly towards the girl.

"My lady, can I have this dance? I promised you one tonight did I not?" A small smile slipped back on her face and she accepted.

"Of course kind sir!" When she was little Shisui would let her stand on his feet and he'd dance her around, the gesture felt the same and she thought nothing of it, the buzz of alcohol and the unknown pills diluting her senses. The music at the bar was fit more for 'sensual' dancing than anything else but Hinata and Madara just stayed slow dancing to their own beat like dorks, the smile lighting up the girls face at the act. They were doing their own thing and it was fun, the odd looks they received just made her giggle. The longer they danced he closer Madara pulled the girl into him, regaling her of more adventures and coaxing stories of her time with the Akatsuki-as Itachi and his friends liked to call themselves. As the drugs were finally starting to take effect, making her a bit drowsy, Hinata stumbled a bit but was caught by Madara, her face being pressed into his chest in the process. The girl blinked her eyes slowly and looked up at Madara with a thankful (slightly dopey looking) smile on her face, not bothering to move out of his arms just yet.

"Thank you Madara-kun, you've really helped me out these past weeks. I didn't know I could have so much fun again but you showed me otherwise. You're a really good friend to me, double my age or not." The girl felt exhaustion creep more into her body, her mind becoming more hazy as she rested back against Madara, missing the frown that marred his features.

Friend? Friend?! She thinks I'm doing this because I'm her FRIEND!

No longer wanting to keep it at bay, he was ready to make her understand her love for him. She showed her trust in him, she smiled for him, she thanked him, when she was with him Sasuke was long gone. Madara gripped the girl by her hips, making her look up at his intense expression, the slightly drowsy look on her face just excited the man even more and he leaned down, bringing their lips together in a fiery kiss that made it feel as though fireworks were going off in his body, all of his love was poured into it. He'd never felt something so perfect as her soft lips against his, her body in his arms. 

He was maddened by the sweet taste of her lips, he could taste the flavor of the alcohol he had her consume as well as her naturally sweet essence that was even better than he'd imagined. Madara tilted his head to deepen the kiss, he just knew she could feel the spark between them. Before his tongue could push past her lips, he felt something wet hit his cheeks and he was shoved off, Hinata stumbling back from him tears streaming from her lavender eyes.

"What t-the Fuck!" She mumbled out, her body swaying as sleep threatened her consciousness more and more. Madara yanked Hinata back into his awaiting arms

"My perfect little bunny, I know you feel the same as I. The love between us is undeniable, raw, filled with passion so why do you still push me away. I'm sick of this playing hard to get behavior of yours, your mine so stop resisting." He leaned down to press their lips together once more, his body practically trembling with want to taste her sweet lips once more. Hinata backed away once more, her eyes wide and slightly fearful at the growl that escaped his throat.

"I don't love you like that, I loved Sasuke and only Sasuke."

"That worthless brat isn't here now, I am. How can you love him when he's gone you stupid little bunny. I'm the one who comforted you, who showed you unconditional love, who promised to never leave you, who will protect you until my final breath. Your mine, got that. I love you so your mine." Hinata gasped and her eyes watered at the ferocious look of insanity trembling throughout Madara's body, she finally figured out his true colors. She wanted to run, she felt so betrayed, the person who had helped her had ulterior motives. He didn't even seem sad at the loss of Sasuke, he spoke of it like it was a good thing like separating her and Sasuke was going to make her love him instead. Before Hinata could back out of his grasp, the clutches of sleep finally took over and everything went black. 

He caught her and carefully held her close to his body, supporting her weight with one hand while using the other to carefully caress the soft supple skin of her face. A deep chuckle reverberated through his diaphragm as he looked at his prize with the upmost adoration. "Your resistance has little meaning now, you are all mine and I'll keep you safe, away from all the dangers of the world. You will know nothing but me alone, you will rely on me until you submit yourself fully, accepting the love we share."

Madara strapped Hinata back into her seat not bothering to tie her hands together yet, she'd be out for a while now that the drugs, with the aid of alcohol, have kicked in fully. Madara drove and drove, heading to one of his private estates out in the forest that he had prepared specifically for this occasion. The house was hidden in the beautiful woods, a homely cottage with thick tanned stones as the outside walls and a deep brown shingle roofing of the two story house. The windows were lined with a deep oakwood that matched the doors, all of the metal handles being a bronzed color. The outer walls of the house had vines with small pink flowers growing up the sides and along the upper edges of the gutters. Large bushes with pink and red wildflowers grew around the front of the house, the rest of the area being covered by trees and mosses in the like. 

It was a scene out of a fairy tale, Hinata's own personal tower to be locked up in. Hinata had mentioned how she wanted a homely house, not like the compound she lives in with her family, being overly fancy was not her style and this was the perfect place in Madara's eyes. He could Imagine her running around with their children, her being with him and sitting in front of the fireplace, his arms enveloping her in a passionate embrace as they enjoyed one another's comfort.

Madara carefully hoisted the slumped girl into his arms and brought her into the house, bringing her up the stairwell and to the room he had specially prepared. The room they were going to share together was elegant and perfect, but this room was not that, she wasn't ready, not until she only thought of him. The room was practically empty, a twin sized bed with a thick grey comforter was situated in the middle of the windowless room. Above the bed there was a reinforced wall, with metal chains coming out of the wall as well as some attached to the ends of the bed where her feet would rest. At the end of the chains there were cuffs, four sets, two for her hands and two for her feet, as well as a velcro strap in the middle of the bed if needed. There was a desk with a stack of comics Hinata had said (to Sasuke when Madara had listened from outside) she wanted to read and a single yellow light in the ceiling to give the room light. The walls of the room were grey but had lavender and navy flowers to match Hinata's hair and eyes. There was nothing she could use as a weapon or to escape, it was perfect.

Before laying Hinata down on the bed, Madara stripped her down to her undergarments, resisting the urge to look at her form because he wanted the first time to watch himself strip her be when she's awake and looking at him with those intoxicating eyes. He dressed her in the outfits he had boughten and kept in the house, all ones that he knew she would look lovely in. This time it was a silky set of pajamas, the button down shirt was of a deep red material and hung on her frame just enough to be teasingly enticing. The shorts were the same fabric and went just past the plush curve of her ass, hanging loosely on her frame. They were the expensive version of the ones he had seen her wear on a sleepover with Sasuke and Naruto. 

He carefully placed Hinata in her bed, chaining her wrists tight enough that she wouldn't be able to escape but not enough to really hurt her, following and doing the same with her feet. After he was sure she was locked in, he pulled the covers over her and stroked her hair between his fingers, letting the strands slip between his long fingers in a melodic fashion. He watched with enjoyment, a sickening grin on his face as her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm of sleep before moving himself to leave and take care of the remaining pests he had to handle, Shisui was going to be locked away and used as a punching bag for Madara's anger. He couldn't let the brat spoil his plans and he didn't want to kill him off just yet, Shisui could be used as leverage if needed.

*

Hinata woke up in haze, blinking her eyes slowly until the blinding light in her eyes was gone and she could see her surroundings. She was confused at where she was and was struggling to remember when she had fallen asleep. Her delicate hand reached towards her face to rub her eyes but they were heavy as hell, the metal chains clanging slightly and tugging on her wrist as she pulled against it. She tried to move her feet and yet again was unable. She shot up in a hurry, looking over her limbs with an ominous and fearful chill going down her spine, these pajamas were definitely not hers and she was not chained up last time she went to bed.

Where the hell am I?

The memories of last night started flooding in, in a jumbled mess that she spent time deciphering until her gut wrenched at the realization, Madara. His wild look last night, his proclamation of undying love and how she was going to be his no matter what, this is what he meant. She felt like the damsel of some kind of fucked up romance novel but this was all the more real, her body trembled with fear, anger. This was not going to have a happy ending and she knew it.

"Madara, dammit Madara get your ass in here and tell me why the FUCK I'm chained up like some kind of freaky BDSM shit!" The door opened at her yelling and Madara practically waltzed across the floor to her side, his long pale fingers rubbing lovingly at her cheek as he chuckled darkly. She pulled away but he grabbed her chin tightly, forcing her to look at him.

"Ah my sweet little bunny is caught in a trap. How beautiful you look, if BDSM is what you'd enjoy I'm sure I can provide for you." He had a suave yet lecherous look on his face, eyeing her carefully.

"Gah no, just can you let me out of these things? Why am I even here?"

HE tsked and wagged his finger in her face. "No can do love, I'm afraid you haven't fully accepted that you're mine, that you can only rely on me and until you submit fully to me you'll be locked up here."

"So what, you want to break me until I'm a mindless doll for you?" She couldn't stop the tremor that laced her voice, her eyes wide and doe like were filled with fear.

"No, your mind is something that draws me to you my sweet. I just want to break you until you think of nothing but me, of us. I'm going to break your love for any others you once knew, leaving only room for myself." He nuzzled his nose against her, taking a deep breath of her scent. "Mhm~ I love you. Soon enough you'll accept you love me too."

"O-Or what?" Madara held up his phone for her to see, a picture of a battered and bruised Shisui was on the screen making her eyes sting.

"Or your best big brother Shisui-nii will get the same fate as your precious Sasuke." Madara chuckled dryly at the variety of emotions flickering through her face, oh how he loved the expressions she made. She finally burst out crying, cursing him, quivering in fear and horror. It was then she was able to put everything together and her heart broke. "If only you had said you loved me sooner, maybe they'd still be alive. You better hurry up, I'm going to enjoy to see who lasts longer. You with your denial of your love for me or Shisui's body against my beatings." Marara placed a kiss that lingered just a bit too long on her forehead before leaving the room, locking the door on his way out.

I'm going to have your heart even if I have to rip it out of your lovely chest.

Hinata didn't move a muscle, her mind was processing everything trying to handle the complexity and horrific information she had just received.

He did this because of me, because he's fucking insane. I can't love him but- but I can't let Shisui die because of me.

Her mind was made up, no matter what she'd do whatever it took to keep Shisui safe from this monster. A day later Madara returned, bringing the starving girl food, a bowl of Katsudon that he had cooked himself, slipping some relaxants into the glaze he put on the pork.

"Anything and everything you need comes from me, the way you'll survive is because of me. So please, sit back my little bunny and let me feed you. It's been two days since you've eaten and I'm going to take care of you. Besides, when you are less famished your mind will be clear enough to make your decision, your heart or Shisui's life." Madara held the food to her mouth and dutifully Hinata ate it bit by bit, even though her stomach was churning so much she felt like what would normally be considered delicious was threatening to come back up. The way the obsessive man fed her was so tender, loving even but the action of it just repulsed the girl, her body still trembling slightly. A bit of sauce dripped from her bottom lip to her chin and before she could lick it up, Madara leaned forward and his hot tongue ran up, stopping just as he touched the base of her lip. He closed his eyes in a moment of bliss, a content sigh escaping his form. The Katsudon tasted way better than usual, perhaps he should eat off of her more often. AS soon as she was finished, the bowl was set to the side and Madara's eyes bore into hers, threatening her with their intensity.

"Thank you, it was really good."

"I made it myself since you don't enjoy to cook I promise to make you delicious meals whenever I may." The silky pajama shirt slid down slightly revealing more of the creamy skin he loved, he gently trailed a finger over her collar bone, stopping just at her throat. "My sweet bunny, you are just so beautiful. I cannot possibly wait any longer, what is your response."

"before I give you my answer I just want to know why. Why me, why lock me up, why-why kill Sasuke?"

"It's fated we end up together, from the moment I saw you I knew you were meant to be mine. I have never even looked at another woman, there is only you. I love you, I love your mind, your soul, your body, your eyes, your everything. Sasuke was standing in the way of that, how dare you look at a man that isn't me, kiss someone that isn't your true love, it was maddening so I got rid of the problem. As for locking you up, ah thats a special case. You know about my family misfortunes, well if I keep you here not only will you love me, you can never leave my side, no danger can befall you, I will be able to always protect you here. I can't, I won't lose anyone else I love." Hinata wanted to kick herself, she wanted to hate Madara, she was pretty damn close but his words. She couldn't help but sympathize with him, he'd lost everything he loved so of course his idea of love was convoluted into a twisted obsession. But he still was the reason for Sasuke's death, Itachi's death, Naruto's hospitalization, hell he was holding her captive but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't filly hate him.

"Fine." She huffed out, her voice coming out weakly. This was the only option for her, her life wasn't worth saving if it meant more of the people she actually loved to get hurt.

"Fine what my little bunny?" Madara was practically grinning, knowing exactly what she was going to say, it was written all over her face.

"I"m yours, just promise to let Shisui-nii go and leave my friends and family alone."

"Of course my love." He leaned forward, his breath tickling her ear as he nibbled on it making her shiver with disgust. "I'm so glad you made the proper decision." With a slow tender kiss on her lips, his hands held her tightly, Hinata had sealed her fate, a deal with the devil himself.

So IDK what love feels like in any sense so I'm just going on what I think it would be like for this and the rest of the book. ironic that its a romance book