Madara Uchiha 9: “Children Of The Mist”

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Madara Uchiha

9- Children Of The Mist

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The ferry came to a halt and Madara walked slowly to the front of the boat with a still angry Sakura glaring at him. His mouth twisted up in a smile. He didn’t understand why but he always got enjoyment out of her frustration…yet he did love making her cheeks red as well. It brought such color to her usually pale face. The way she blushed when he pulled her into a dance made his chest engulf in warmth. He usually only got that feeling when he was fighting, but this pink hair girl did something to him.

 

He frowned at the thought trying to push it away. He turned away from her and stated, “Come.”

He heard a small growl of irritation come from her throat but she kept her mouth shut as she followed him off the boat. Kisame saw them moving and followed as well.

As they walked onto the dock he noticed the two Mist ninjas looking at the passengers. When they saw him then Kisame both gasped in surprised. The spoke quickly to themselves in obvious fear. Madara walked over to them and said with a huge grin, “Hello.”

Both ninjas looked at each other awkwardly. Madara continued, “I find it rude that Mist Ninjas no longer welcomes their past Mizkage and present Mizkage with honor. Do you remember what used to be the punishment of such disrespect under my rule?”

Both men began to shake with some fear before standing straight and saluting, “Mizkage.”

Madara nodded as he heard Kisame snickering behind him. He turned and glared at the shark who immediately stopped, but kept his teethy grin. He looked back at the ninjas, “Take us to the Mist.”

“Yes, sir,” they nodded then disappeared in a sprint. It wasn’t difficult at all to keep up, but he noticed Sakura’s shallow breathing behind him. He really was being cruel to her, but he couldn’t be seen as weak. And it was weak of him to let the girl get away with so much. This just equaled everything out. His ear, though, couldn’t ignore the sharp painful gasp she breathed in. His jaw tightened in annoyance. This shouldn’t bother him. She deserved it.

He focused on her footsteps instead. They were landing heavily on the branches unlike her usually graceful pace. He then heard her shoes make a scratching noise as it slide down on the bark followed by a soft squeak. Madara was on the ground a moment later catching the falling pink hair girl. The girls face was scrunched tight ready for the rough landing then loosen as she realized the landing wasn’t coming. Her eyes widen in shook then a light red crossed her cheeks. It caused Madara to smile before he said teasingly, “I thought you were a jounin.”

The blush stayed on her face but her features changed to anger. Her green eyes glared up at him causing him to feel that warmth again. He did love to make her angry and she seemed to be debating about smacking him or being pleasant. “Not all of us can be like you,” she said with obvious disgust.

His eye glared at her as he squeezed her tighter against him, which probably wasn’t the best idea because her smell was beginning to distract him. Only she could turn a compliment into an insult. He debated whether to punish her for the comment, but eventually came up with a better plan. “Well since you obviously can’t take care of yourself it looks like I will have to carry you,” he stated smiling.

He noticed her face turned to shock as she began to fidget. The other ninjas had stopped waiting for them as Kisame leaned against the tree smirking. Madara glanced at him and could have sworn the shark was winking. That caused Madara to frown. He would deal with the shark later…right now this wonderful smelling girl was his primary focus. Her face was red as she kicked and yelled, “No, I can run just fine. I am not weak! Nor do I need to be carried!”

Madara ignored her pleas. Unfortunately for her, she was weak without her chakra. The girl was doing well with how much she had been limited…but now she was completely useless…and he liked it. He began running with her in his arms as she continued to struggle. The others caught onto the hint and went back into place. “It would be easier if you would stop fidgeting,” he said to her.

“It would be easier if you took off the chakra seal, you bastard!” she shouted at him.

He tightened his hand around her arm he was holding. He heard her hiss in pain knowing that he made a bruise. “Sakura, that wasn’t nice,” he said in his more tobish voice.

He watched her chew on her bottom lip before saying, “Sorry. Thank you for carrying me.”

She was furious and that just made him smile more. “You’re welcome, Sakura-chan,” he said in a kind voice. He didn’t fully mean to say the chan, but for some reason she was able to make him act like Tobi without even trying. It wasn’t that Tobi was a completely different personality. He created Tobi after his brother as an alias. He had just been acting under the alias for so long that sometimes….it just came out. Luckily, Sakura thought he was acting and took it as an insult. She usually would be right…whatever. He was bond to have a few issues after being alive this long. His alias coming out was not the worst.

He looked away from the girl he was holding and tried to ignore the temptation to feel how soft her skin was. He sighed inwardly. What was he doing with her? Izuna was right. One day a girl was going to make him weak…why did it have to be a girl who completely despised him.

No. He would not let this girl affect him. Her smell. Her soft pink hair. Her delicate features and intense eyes. Her feisty spirit and intelligence. They would not affect him. He could beat this girls desire….and if he couldn’t he could always kill her.

 

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Sakura opened her eyes when she heard a loud growl. Shit. She had been sleeping…in that bastard’s arms! Her cheeks felt hot as she blushed, but anger filled her body. That was such an insult to be carried like that. He did that to make it clear he was in control of her. It was so infuriating! She wanted to swing a chakra filled punch at his head. She heard another growl and turned to the noise. She saw the large nine tailed fox mouth only a foot away from her tiny body.

 

The way Madara held her in his arms made it look like he was offering her as a sacrifice. Sakura gulped as she saw the foxes lips curl back to show his teeth. “You’ve kept me waiting!” the fox growled as its salvia dropped on the ground.

Sakura felt Madara’s weight shift in a more relax position. “I don’t remember giving you a particular day I would be here,” Madara said causally.

Sakura was amazed by Madara’s calm and collectiveness. She herself was panicking with the beast teeth so close to her. The fox’s claws dug into the dirt before taking a step closer, “Uchiha rat! I am the nine tailed fox! You do not talk to me that way!”

Again Madara spoke as if talking to a child, “I am immortal as you. And I do believe I freed you from your container. Which means,” his voice got deeper with venom, “you do not talk to me this way.”

Sakura assumed his sharingan was activated. The fox seemed to frown before bringing its nose closer to her and Madara. She felt him sniff the air around them before speaking, “So the container’s girl is now the Uchiha rat’s hmph. Pathetic girl, you must be attracted to power.”

Sakura’s anger was rising she kicked her legs out of Madara’s arms taking him by surprise causing him to drop her. She landed on the ground and turned her glare to the nine tails. She knew she didn’t have her full strength but still swatted the nine tails on the nose like a dog who had disobeyed. “I AM NOT WITH HIM!”

The fox sneezed at the irritation of her hand before turning to her with somewhat of a grin, “The Uchiha Rat is rejected.”

“Sakura,” she heard his voice stern and deadly.

Her angry nerves calmed, but she still hissed back, “Yes?”

“Can you please move out of the way,” he said back.

She a bit taken a back. She was expecting an insult or a punishment, but she moved to the side where she saw Kisame who was giggling softly. She glared at the shark who continued to laugh. She nudged him in the stomach, “Shut up.”

He ignored her still laughing as she turned to face Madara who now had his hands behind his back. Madara took a step closer and asked in an authoritative voice, “Have you done as I asked?”

The fox frowned again at being bossed around before saying, “I only destroyed part of the wall protecting their village because I was attacked. I killed them all.”

“Good. Stay outside the gate. Sakura. Kisame. You both are coming with me,” he said as he walked passed the fox without a second glance. The fox growled and seemed ready to bite off Madara’s orange mask but stood put. Sakura followed after Kisame nudged her forward. She followed the dark hair man into the gates, as the guards in front seemed to be cowering. It was so strange especially after hearing the Mist usual reputation. The Mist it self gave off an eerie presence with the low fog and empty streets, but so far the ninjas had only coward. “Where is this imposter Kage?” Madara asked the ninjas.

It caused Sakura to smirk. If anyone were the imposter here it would be the man in front of her. “I’m sorry Mizkage, but we do not know,” the female guard said softly. Sakura heard a soft scream as the girl collapsed to the ground holding her body in pain. Sakura flinched, but stay in her place.

“I feel the Mist has gone soft since I’ve left,” Madara said ignoring the squirming girl on the ground.

“Not yet.” Sakura gasped as a man appeared from thin air behind Madara holding a large long sword at his neck. He wore baggy white shorts with a tight blue shirt. His hair was as blue as the shirt he was wearing.

Sakura heard Kisame snickered, “Ebisu still trying to play hero. I thought he might have taken my place.”

“Ebisu?” Sakura asked confused.

“Ebisu, you should have known that you could never taken the place of Mizkage,” Madara said calmly and unaffected by the large sword that Sakura now noticed had two blades.

“Nope because I don’t get a kick out of torture,” the man Ebisu said cheerful.

Madara turned around to face the blue hair man ignoring the sword pressing against his skin. His sharingan eye was frightening what was worst was his smile. It looked ready for blood. “You just get a kick playing with little boys,” Madara said as if discussing the weather.

“That was never proven,” Ebisu frowned.

“Then why do you still not have a wife?” Madara asked beginning to play with his fingers.

“I just train them! Y-you stood up for me yourself,” Ebisu seemed to be nervous.

“That was when you were one of my seven swordsmen. Now you are attempting to overthrow my power,” Madara let out a bored yawn.

Ebisu looked around nervously and Sakura whispered to Kisame, “What the hell is going on?”

Kisame just smirked, “Ebisu used to touch little boys when I first became one of the swordsmen. The Mizkage…or Madara had kept it a secret from the rest of the village.”

Ebisu seemed to smile a grin that resembled Kisame’s as he shook his blue locks out of his face, “I have the power now, and I’m sorry friend but I’m going to kill you.” Ebisu pulled up his large weapons and as he swung it down while ninjas jumped from the rooftops onto the street surrounding all of them.

“Good I thought Ebisu would be rude enough to leave me out of the fun,” Kisame snickered pulling off his sword. Sakura was focused on Ebisu’s sword the seemed to slide right through Madara. Before she could inquire into their fight someone threw a kunai at her head. She easily dodged then avoided another punch. They were coming from everywhere and they were greatly outnumbered….not to mention the asshole still had the chakra seal on her. Shit. Her jaw tightened in frustration as she continued to dodge. She noticed Kisame slicing people to pieces as she just dodged. She really did want to punch these guys into the next atmosphere, it would help her with her anger, but instead she tried to use the little strength she had to block the attacks.

She took a risk and glanced back at Madara who was easily killing the other ninjas by grabbing katana and shoving it into their teamate’s chest. Sometimes the swords would go right through his body and into the person behind’s heart. It was so graceful and quick. Sakura would even call it beautiful. But where was Ebisu? His body appeared from nowhere with his large sword trying to slash Madara down. Madara seemed to have expected it and dodge it easily throwing a shuriken he found on a dead body at the space Ebisu was in. Ebisu vanished as fast as he appeared. She was so engrossed that she didn’t notice the katana coming at her shoulder until Kisame dropped his big sword on the man’s arm. The man screamed as his arm and hand holding the katana fell on the ground. “Pinky, focus,” Kisame growled at he swatted another person down like a bug.

Kisame was right. She needed to focus. A person tried to slice her stomach open with a katana and she dropped to the ground with a side kick causing the person to fall. As she stood back up she grabbed the katana in her hand and swung it in front of her face to block the shuriken. She swung it to the side cutting a person’s throat. She was a bit surprised how easy it was to kill these ninjas.

It wasn’t until the man with blood falling down his neck collapsed that she realized it wasn’t a man but a boy. A young boy. All of these ninjas were young boys and girls who must have been at the academy.

 This Ebisu person must have been closer to the children then she had thought…..gross. And no one in the Mist who knew Madara would have faced him because it meant certain death. It made since. All the real ninjas had cowered so Ebisu must had gone to the academy and convinced them to fight. It was sick. How could a man brainwash these children to their death. Sakura wanted to throw up as she saw the boy reach out to her as if searching for his mother. It was so sick. She saw a flash of blue appear in the corner of her eye. She turned to see his long two bladed sharp sword heading straight to her heart. Her mind race. She couldn’t block it. It was going to tear apart her organs that were already weak from the lack of chakra. Shit. She was going to die helping the man that destroyed her village regain control of another village…how pathetic. Then again death was starting to look nice with all the shit she was being put through. She closed her eyes waiting for the pain. Waiting for the darkness. But it didn’t come.

She opened her eyes to see an orange mask staring at her. She gasped as she noticed the double blade sword was piercing through his back. “Madara?” she said surprised.

She heard Ebisu begin laughing then stop. It got frightening silent before the swordsmen began screaming and begging for mercy or death. The blade slide out of Madara slowly and Sakura heard him grunt in pain. She stood there speechless as she watched Madara grab the sword from the screaming man obviously trapped in a genjutsu. He picked it up then swiped it through Ebisu’s neck. His blue hair head went flying to the ground next to his body that seemed to stand there motionlessly before collapsing to the ground. Madara awkwardly cradled the area he was stabbed before turning to the group of kids, “Go home to your parents.”

Some of the kids had begun crying, but all ran off into the mist. Madara then turned his death gaze to Sakura. Sakura only stared at the blood that was beginning to seep through the cloak. “Sakura, what type of ninja leaves their guard down like that,” he hissed.

“A ninja with not many options. It might have been easier to sense him if I could have used my chakra,” she said back irritated.

Kisame snickered, “You still wouldn’t be able to sense him. He is able to dissipate his body into mist then reform it. Reason it is almost impossible to attack him or get him caught in a genjutsu. Lucky, Ebisu thought Madara was basically dead or he never would have looked into his eye.”

Madara grunted, “Let’s go.”

Sakura watched as he turned around and began walking down the street. How could he move? She would have been dead with any attack like that, but he stepped in the way. Why? “Why did you save me?” she whispered to him and herself.

“Let’s go,” he stated ignoring the question. He seemed to be limping.

She watched as he almost tripped and she said in her medic tone, “You shouldn’t be moving. Let me heal you.”

“I don’t want to be healed by a ninja who can’t even watch her surroundings,” he hissed out as he took a step forward.

GAH! How could he be so frustrating even in this state?!? “Uchiha Madara. I am medical ninja. I might not be the best in other ninja skills, but I am the best medic. And you will only make those wounds worst if you continue to push yourself. Now let me do my job,” she said with dead intensity. No one questioned her medical skills no one.

He turned his sharingan eye on her. “Let’s go,” he ordered.

“No,” she stated back.

“I said, Let’s go,” his eye narrowed.

“I am not moving until you let me heal you,” she said just as viciously.

He glared at her then turned back around. He began walking forward and Sakura watched Kisame shrug and follow. She stood her ground as she noticed Madara’s stepping sway until his entire form collapsed on the brick ground.

“Idiot,” she mumbled as she walked over to his unconscious from. She heard loud laughter and barking from behind her and glanced back at the nine tailed fox who had just watched the whole event from outside the gate.

“To think the Uchiha rat is so easy to kill. I will keep this in mind,” the fox laughed out to himself. Sakura didn’t fully understand so hurried to Madara’s side.

She got on her knees and rolled the unconscious man over. She then looked at Kisame who was just staring awkwardly as his dying boss. “Kisame, take off my seal,” she ordered.

Kisame looked at her questionably then shook his head, “Why would I do that pinky?” The shark smirked and folded his arms over his chest, “If he dies I don’t have to go back to the desk job.”

“Kisame,” Sakura spoke softly.

“Don’t think so, pinky,” Kisame smiled.

Sakura heart began to race. This man was going to die. She shouldn’t care. He was a monster. He had tortured her. But what if he said was true. The tailed beast had to complete their orders…no that wasn’t why she was worried he would die. She was worried because this man saved her life. This man was going to die because of her stupidity. He shouldn’t be dying. She should be dead because she was weak. She would always be weak…and he would die. Why wasn’t she happy?

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A/N: i wont be able to write as fast as i did in summer so it will take me a little longer then before to write a chapter, just a heads up.