Confession.

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Yuki walked back to her room. She stood on the porch for a while, slightly shivering when cold breeze swept through her hair. 

The coldness reminded her of Hashi, the boy she'd spent a night within a cave...long time ago.

'I want to see him.'  

She knew it was a wishful thought. She never met him again, but there was always this hope in her heart that maybe one day he would show up.

'What if he's already dead?'

Her heart clenched at that thought—regret sweeping through her mind. 

'If only I had been more polite to him...'

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Her head started throbbing again. Sometimes when she couldn't sleep, she would sense this terrible ache in her head.

The young girl was so lost in her world that she didn't even notice another figure standing behind her. She spun around to enter her room but was blocked by a shadowy figure leaning near her door.

Yuki nearly jumped out of her skin before she regained her composure and spoke,

"Nii? What brings you here?"

Madara stared at her as he savored the wine from his glass. His eyes roaming her frame. She wore a flimsy white nightgown with a chemise that served little with covering her body. He could easily see her curves through it—shoving his thoughts to get nastier.

"It's past your bedtime...Yuki."

"I'm sorry... I just couldn't sleep," Yuki flustered. She was well mindful of how unkempt she appeared at the moment. 

She wanted to talk to him so much, but never expected him to show up at her room in her most disheveled state. This was the first time in two years that she saw Madara inside her compound.

Her head felt jumbled. There were so many things she wanted to talk to him about, so many things she wanted to know from him. She felt thrilled that he finally showed up!

Smiling, she walked past him towards her bed. Her room was dark, but the large mirror on her wall reflected pale moonlight. 

Madara slowly made his way to her room, grabbing hold of another glass to fill it with wine.

His gaze shifted to her back turned to him, mesmerized by her beautiful form shrouded in moonlight. Soon, she slightly bent herself to fix the bedsheets. His eyes traveled up her long legs, lingering at the plump roundness of her hips.

He licked his lips at the erotic display. 

Yuki hopped onto her bed, "It's been so long since you entered my room nii! I assumed you forgot about me."

"I have been rather busy with my duties." Madara replied, taking his seat beside her while handing her the wine to drink.

"Oh! I see. You were so busy for two years? To be honest, it appeared like you were avoiding me." Yuki complained, a hint of anger in her tone. She knew very well that he was deliberately avoiding her for reasons unknown to her. 

Her last years were so lonesome. Those were the times she should have spent with her family. Now that she was already 17, within a year or so they will wed her off to another clan, to never return. She will become someone else's property.

A strange heaviness settled in her heart at the thought of never being able to see her father and her brothers again. 

-Silence-

"I'm sorry." he replied, softly caressing her dark hair shining against the moonlight. His gaze licking her whole figure in a calm and orderly way: long dark silky hair—disheveled provocatively. Large sparkling eyes, soft creamy skin of her neck, the inviting curve of her breasts peeking through the deep neckline. 

She'd bloomed into quite a juicy flower.

"You know nii, "she whispered, before gobbling down the entire content of the glass in one go,

"I felt so lonely. I missed you."

Long lashes drooped over her twinkling eyes,

"I'm glad at least Izuna nii didn't avoid me."

A sharp pang of jealousy hit him. He recalled the instances he witnessed at the garden, how Izuna had held her, above her...so close to her.

'I can't let him have you.'

His fingers grazed her cheek, "You won't feel lonely anymore, Yuki."

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'You can only be mine.'

His eyes gleamed in the dark as his lips twisted into a flirtatious grin. He slightly rubbed her lower lip with his thump.

"Say, who do you like better? Izuna or me?"

"What are you talking about? " she giggled at how cheesy it sounded, "seriously? Is this how you flirt with girls?" she beamed at him mischievously, while he just chuckled.

For a moment Yuki pondered if she should ask him the rumors she had heard... about him having a lover.

"Nii...do you have a lover?" 

"I don't."

"Why? You are so popular with girls." She wondered.

Yuki had heard a lot of girls were head over heels for Madara. They would go as far as approach her to ask about him. Every time that happened, Yuki felt an unusual burning within her...as if she didn't like those girls for eyeing her brother. What would she do if he started loving someone else more? Would he still love her? Or would he abandon her for someone else? 

'No! Nii san loves me the most!'

She'd also learned their Uchiha base camps had women who would please men. As much as she wished Madara hadn't slept around with those vulgar females, she knew the chances of her wish coming true were slim.

"Do you want me to have a lover?" he asked, amused.

She glared at him, "Do you seriously don't have any? I found out from Izuna nii that you had summoned some girl into your chambers at the camps. Is that true?"

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"That's true."  

Yuki felt an odd feeling tugging at her heart again. She hated the fact that some random girl got close to him, while she kept longing for his attention all these years.

'Is that why he avoided me?'

"Why?" she asked, now facing down. Her heart was thumping faster now.

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"To sleep with her." he replied. 

'Ah. I see. Since he has already bedded her... He must like her.'

"Oh. So when will you marry her?" 

He scoffed, "When did I ever say I would marry her?" 

Yuki turned her head to look at him. He looked serious. "Then why did you-"

"Pleasure." he cut her off. 

That one word shot a shiver down her spine, and before she knew it, her face glowed a richer shade of red.

Sneakily, he moved his palm to rest on her thigh, "Why do you ask?"

Taking notice of his hand, Yuki handed him the now empty glass to hold. "You will be the next Leader. Father must have someone in mind for you, just like he has for me."

He stiffened. But she failed to notice the change in his demeanour. 

"Anyway... What do you think of Yohako?"  

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"Nii?" Yuki wondered why he wasn't responding.

"Do you like him?" His voice no longer held any warmth. His gaze fixed on the empty glass in his  hand. 

"Well..." twirling a lock of her hair in her finger, she mumbled shyly, "He's accomplished and handsome." 

"So am I." 

Her head shot up at him, and soon she burst into laughter, "Of course you are nii! But you can't be my man." 

There was a strange pause before he turned his face to her.

"What if... I can?" 

Yuki looked back at him wide-eyed, but once the words registered her she started laughing again, "Nii, it seems like your sense of humor has improved! Sheesh!! so embarrassing!" she softly punched his arm.

"....."

"Anyway, It doesn't matter. I will be married off soon enough. Hemiko now often teach me about duties of a wife, so I feel the time must be nearby," she added.

"And what did you learn?"

"The usual. Etiquette, be compliant, be clever. Birth sons." her voice laced with sadness. Her hands tightly grabbing onto the cloth on her thighs, knuckles turning white. 

His gaze shifted to the exposed part of her thighs as she bunched the material in her palms. His fingers twitching to grab those soft skin—to know how it would feel to squeeze them with his hands. 

"That's not how you satisfy a man, Yuki." 

'in bed.' Madara thought, 'I can teach you well.' a smirk appearing on his face.

Yuki didn't respond. She felt disheartened thinking about her future.

He leaned forward, entangling his fingers between her silky hairs as he inhaled her scent.

"um...nii? You are too close!" her cheeks turning red at his touch. She placed her hands on his chest and gave a push, but he didn't even budge.

Madara felt his heart race at her touch, her soft hands were cold against the skin of his chest. But it felt oddly satisfying. 

His mind started getting clouded with nasty thoughts, "You are so weak." he chuckled, looking at her face amusingly.

Yuki felt provoked at his slight mocking. She shoved him down onto the bed with her full strength and towered over him. Eyes sparkling as she spoke, "Am I?"

His eyes lingered over her body, lips slightly curving in amusement. This girl didn't see him as a threat at all, totally oblivious of his intentions and sinister thoughts towards her.

She looked like a cat pouncing onto a tiger.

He felt a compelling urge to hold her down in his arms. Soon, he moved his hand towards the back of her neck and pulled her head down—to look at her straight in the eyes.

"Yuki." he gently called her name, "Aren't you afraid of me?" 

His hot breath fanned her face and neck. Her heart thumped erratically and she felt scared when she noticed how his eyes darkened.

The next instant, before her mind could even register, her back hit the soft bed as he mounted on top of her. Both her wrists were tightly gripped and pinned above her head.

The girl looked at him, bewildered, "Nii san!? What are you-"

"I don't want you to get married, Yuki." 

"I-I too don't want to M-Marry him" Yuki replied, confused about the weird atmosphere as a warm feeling rose within her.

"No.You don't understand," His eyes oozing hostility. 

"I don't want you to marry anyone. Ever." 

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Yuki just stared at him wide-eyed.

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Author's Note :

What do you think happens next?