The Other Side Of the Story

Loss

Tobirama started to keep Kala from following Madara. Hashirama stopped him. “Kala may be the only one who can stop him now. Either way.” Tobirama stood his ground. As Madara walked through the compound holding Izuna’s body, the other clan members bowed their heads. None of them dared to do more. Kala followed him as close as she dared. She watched Madara lay his brother’s body on the table in the dining hall. He then pulled up a chair and sat down with his head in his hands. The staff started to move toward him to offer some kind of help. Kala stopped them with a look and motioned them to leave now.” They bowed and did as ordered. Kala walked as silently as she could, she pulled out her own chair across from Madara and simply sat and waited. If Madara knew she was there, he showed no sign of it. Kara fell asleep at one point, and when she woke she saw that she had instinctively held Izuna’s hand. She pulled her hand away with a gasp. Madara turned and looked at her then. “He fought bravely, you know. ” He said simply before turning away from her again. “Madara,” She dared to whisper. He seemed to look past her. Kala had to do something, but she was so scared. So she waited. Madara began drinking at some point, this helped. Madara fell asleep. It had been two days. Kala, opened the door and motioned two of Madara’s clan members into the room before she made her next move. It would be dangerous. Her plan may not even work. She cast a genjutsu on him in the hopes that in his state he couldn’t resist it. The clansmen quickly and gently removed Izuna and left so that he could be buried properly. Madara awoke to find his brother gone and proceeded to search the compound. Unsuccessful in his search, he finally found his way into his own room and lay down on his bed still in his armor. Kala worked to remove his armor and lay it aside. She stripped him down and proceeded to carefully give him a sponge bath before covering him up again. She became so tired at one point that she found herself lying next to him. She felt his chest rise and fall behind her. Then felt him run his hands through her hair. She froze. “Kala,” he whispered. “Yes,” “Where am I?” “You’re home.” She answered. Madara sighed and fell back to sleep. Kala felt the tears stream down her face. She silenced her sobs as best she could. During his lucid moments, Kala would feed him and get him to drink as much as possible. After a month of patience, heartache, and genuine fear, Kala was shocked to find Madara awake. He smiled when he saw her and motioned for her to lie with him. Kala did so. She gasped as Madara began to gently kiss her his other hand finding the clasps to her gown and undoing them. When Madara finally noticed the tears, he stopped. “No, please don’t stop.” She tells him. “But you’re crying.” “Ive missed you, its been so long.” Madara kissed her more deeply this time. His touch was like fire on her skin. He parted her legs and began to rub her c**t gently at first, then more vigorously. With each gasp, he kissed her deep. He shoved his fingers into her again and felt her walls tighten around his fingers. She came covering his fingers in her juices. After licking his fingers, he began to bury his face into her and found her button. She reached for his hair andagain he let her have it. Her orgasms became more and more intense and he just kept going. “Madara,” She begged. “Please f**k me.” He smiled and shoved his c**k into her. Kala yelped, “Oh god yes.” Madara then proceeded to pound into her over and over again. When he lay on his back, she straddled him, throwing her head back as Madara grabbed her hips and slammed her down on him. She put her hands on his chest and worked her body, tightening her womanhood in time to his thrusts. Madara slammed her down on him again, as he reached his peak. Kala tightened herself again and squeezed him dry. “Not yet,” He said, pulling out of her. Kala took him into her mouth and worked his manhood back to life. He rolled off the bed and stood behind her. He grabbed her hair making her gasp and moan, as he shoved his c**k into her ass. Madara f****d her over and over, growling her name. He had Kala lay next to him then shoved his c**k into her again. Putting his hand around her waist and pulling her onto him. Finally he pulled out one last time. Kala rolled over and wrapped her top leg around his. She lay on his chest listening to the beating of his heart and finally fell asleep herself.

When Kala woke, Madara was gone. She started to panic. She hurriedly got dressed and nearly ran to find him. He was sitting on the patio drinking coffee. When he saw her panicked state, he stood up. She put up a hand. “I’ts alright. I just woke and found you gone.” Madara pulled out a chair for her and poured her a cup of coffee. Kala doctored it and took a few drinks. Then sighed. Deep down she hoped he was doing alright. He sensed her apprehension. “Madara,” Kala begins. “I’ll be alright.” He looked at her then, took her hand. “Thank you for taking care of me. And Izuna.” Kala felt a tear. “I’m so sorry, Madara.” Madara squeezed her hand. He seemed distracted. “Do you ever think about what it would be like if there no more wars?” Kala felt a chill. She had heard these words before. “Madara, ” She responded carefully. “There will always be conflict. People are too different.” He answered exactly the way she expected. “What if you could eliminate conflict altogether.” Kala said nothing more on that. “You should go and see Hashirama, he’s worried about you. As is the rest of the clan.” Madara nodded. He then got to his feet before taking Kala’s hand in his and kissing it. “You’re so good to me, woman.” He says with a smirk. A hint of his old self visible past the sadness. When he returned to her, he was clean, and dressed. Kala’s heart ached at the sight of it. He held out a hand. She stood up. “You should get dressed as well.” “Madara, I...” Madara tilted his head. Kala shook her head and did as he asked. When she met him, she was dressed in a dark red and black dress that matched his armor. He took her arm in his. When the door opened, the sun was bright and they flinched some. The staff that had remained, bowed respectfully. You could feel the tension ease. As they walked out into the streets in front of his compound, people cheered. “Our leader is well.” Some could be heard saying. The elders approached Madara and bowed. “It’s good to see you,Lord Madara.” Madara nodded. “Schedule a meeting as soon a possible so that we can get back on track.” “Certainly, Lord Madara.” Kala couldn’t help but blush when the elders bowed to her as well. “Madam, thank you for taking care of him.” Kala bowed. Madara smiled at her. When they arrived at the Hokage’s office, Kala bowed to Tobirama, “Sensai.” Tobirama nodded. Hashirama embraced his friend. “You better not cry.” Madara grumbled. “I’m glad to see you well.” Hashirama tells him. “I take it, my student is back on duty then?” Madara nodded. “I have quite a bit of work to catch up on myself.” “Well no working today,” Hashirama chimes it. “We have much to celebrate.” There was village wide celebration. A huge feast, drinking, dancing. Kala sat next to Madara watching him enjoy himself as only he could. He told anyone who would listen that Kala had pulled him through by her sheer will. Kala would smile and respond that it was Madara’s strength to overcome. The party went into the wee hours of the morning. Kala had two servants help Madara back home. She helped them get him comfortable and shooed them away. She started to go to her own room, Madara needed some decent rest, she thought. “Kala,” She heard him whisper. Kala went to him. “I think you had plenty of fun tonight.” She tells him with a smile. “I’m not sleeping alone, woman.” He grumbled. For a split second she saw anger flash in his eyes. Kala gave in. And for the first time since they met, they simply held each other and slept. Kala woke before him and put a glass of water on the table next to him for the imminent hangover and went to sit in the garden. That’s where Madara found her when he brought her a cup of coffee. He sat down next to her. “It feels good getting back to work.” He says simply. Kala smiled. “I wish I could be you’re secretary, so you didn’t have to work so hard.” Madara shook his head sadly. “The elders won’t allow it. There are too many secrets that are a necessary part of our clan.” Kala nodded in understanding. Madara kissed her neck. “Besides, you already have your hands full keeping me satisfied. Don’t want to overwork you.” Kala turned and looked at him. “You are so full of yourself.” She thought for a moment. “Of course, I could come to your office and give you incentive to finish more quickly.” A servant walked up then. “Lord Madara, the elders are here.” “Thank you.” He got up and followed her. “I accept your proposal.” He said with a wink. Kala blushed.