Flashback.

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This short chapter is a memory flashback of Madara to a day before banquet. Here he finally make up his mind.

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Rolling out of bed, he got up and stepped out, since falling asleep felt impossible now.

Remnants of his erotic dream about Yuki swirled around his head, and needed a moment to gather his thoughts. He strolled outside, consuming himself in the moonlight. There was a breeze swirling the air around.

The night resembled her hair... The moon glowed like her, resembling her calm and soft nature and he hated it. He hated a lot of things right now.

His life.

His circumstances.

This world.

Everything.

Somewhere deep within his mind, he felt happy yet angry at the same time. He felt happy because things were finally falling into place. He didn't have to imagine Yuki being in his reach anymore; it was finally happening. He was back home.

But he was angry for the same reason.

To say that he was conscious of the complex emotions inside of him would have given him too much credit. The feelings he had for her for as long as he could remember were a mix of love, care, and adoration that he held for Izuna as well. He could have never imagined it would become something so different with her. Something so intense and twisted that he would become obsessed with her.

Life had put him through extremes, and this was no different. He knew his budding affections were obsessive—for better and for worse, and he was tormented with the thought of her day and night.

When he became aware that she was taking up more mental space than he or any normal brother should allow to, it sent him hurdling through a life crisis.

If his mother could see him today...all that he's become, what would she think? How would she feel about his emotions and intentions towards Yuki?

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And then it hit again, the pain in his chest.

His face scrunched in resentment.

Of course, she wouldn't be happy with him, he was certain of that. She would be so disappointed, but he tried not to think about that much.

She wouldn't understand.

Because she's dead.

Even if his father and brother didn't approve and his mother rose from her grave to tell him so, it wouldn't change a thing. They wouldn't understand how she's taken a toll on every part of his life. When he's awake, when he's asleep, when he's drunk, she forced her way to his mind.

They wouldn't 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙...

No one would.

And there was no way he could or cared to explain.

He just couldn't let go of these strong, nasty feelings that were directed at her. Their was something about Yuki, something about him being with her that could make everything right.

Or maybe he felt like it would.

He wanted her out of his head and out of his range of emotion, but the more he tried to shut her out, the more longing and heartache consumed him. If they were a normal boy and girl, unrelated by blood, then maybe he would have experienced the emotions to the fullest or silently allowed the feelings to pass by, by keeping distance or not giving a damn about her.

But he couldn't. He was her brother and could never not care about her.

He tried. Tried so hard to let her go. And failed... Miserably.

He couldn't understand why it had to be her? He had replayed his life events constantly to understand why this madness had started. It could have been anyone. It should have been anyone but her.

He felt trapped, unable to turn back.

He would often wonder, If only... she wasn't his sister. Then maybe everything would be alright. But soon he realized that if she wasn't his sister, then he wouldn't fall for her this hard. It's because she was his family that he trusted her and opened his heart to her.

From all these years of dealing with his conflicting feelings for her, of whether to look at her as his sister or as his woman, he realized he couldn't rely on a logical way to go about doing this.

He always asked himself, always begged to whatever forces above or below to give him the answer, but he supposed he had already known some part of it.

Now he was tired of this. All of this.

If he had any hope of getting through this, then he had to get things started as soon as possible before she falls for someone else. 

By now, she's probably being fussed over by servants about the banquet, about how she would meet her 'future husband'.

Madara ran his fingers through his hairs, slow and calculating.

As he lay there, on the ground, staring into the night sky, he came to a decision. It was about time he ends this madness

or perhaps 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙩.

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He closed his eyes, breathing in, then exhaled.

"I'm coming for you."

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