4 You Can't Kill Them, Madara

Turns out that apparently because I'm the only daughter of the Uchiha Clan head, everyone wants me. Namely, the Boys..... THE BOYS.

I love the attention, don't get me wrong I just feel bad when they go home with bruises, burns and cuts all over because of Madara pummeled them to the ground.

Also it's annoyingly..... Annoying creepy.

And sometimes he put his finger on his ears when I'm pissed at him due to anger issues I had, just like Katsuki Bakugo. Honestly, I can't go anywhere without being stalked, either by afar, or up close and personal.

You see there are two types of stalkers that I had. Luckily I don't have a stalker who's a Yandere.

1. Infatuated with you but Shy: Loves the you but is too shy to confront them, or even talked to them at all. May faint or stutter around the person of their affection.

2. I loved you and I'll be damned, if you don't know it: Loves the person and isn't ashamed to flaunt it. Will be competitive for affection and will actively seek acknowlegde from the person.

"I hate boys...." I mumbled, Madara nodded beside me.

"Yes, boys are awful beings. Never associate yourself with their kind" Madara said, seriously.

"You're a boy." I said, deadpanned.

Madara glared, "I'm your brother." Madara sighed, What ever happened to Izuna who'd always obey his ever words and idolized him? The innocent Izuna who'd sneak when she was afraid of monsters. Now she had a brand new world, one he feared that he'd fail from shelter her from... boys. It would have different had Izuna been born as a boy.

Madara would snickering at his misfortune and the Armies of Girls marching of path to grab him and carry him away off into their love fantasies. But, Izuna was not a boy. Madara scrunched up his nose, he couldn't even imagine it. Izuna a boy? That's funny! That's hilarious! He couldn't possibly picture it.

Now..... what ways could he try torturing and killing the boys that approaching his beloved younger sister.

"Cut... them up....." Madara mumbled, "Rub.... salt..... in..... their.... wounds"

"No you can't kill them, Madara" I said, firmly. I was above murder and trying to devour a ghost peppers because it sounds good.

Madara sighed, "Stop growing up...."

"That's not going to happen, Madara-nii." I sighed.

In reality I wasn't looking forward to grow up. After all, I'm fated to die and cause Madara go crazy. How long do I have left to live? Enough of those depressing thoughts. I stood up and tied my hair up in a feminine way. It really made a difference, Without my hair tied up in a certain way. I'd looked like a completely different person. It's funny how sometimes when I tied up my hair a certain way, People believe that I'm a different person.

I walked to hall to my room and shut the door. I untied my current outfit from training and took out a girly pink and purple one. One arm after the other I put on the new kimono and tied it. I walked to the other side of room and opened up a box and took out fan, not an ordinary one, it was made of metal and could use on fighting. It would be cool if I had a Wind Release.

Outside my window was a wall. Outside that wall is another wall, inner wall then outside that wall was the main wall, then finally the fourth wall, Also known as the Outside wall.

In between the walls were different districts for clansmen. The outer rings were the defence wall, people would train and guard the rest of compound. The middle was the civillian and shopping district. That's were people most people lived and worked. It was inside so people would be more protected in comparison to the outer rings. Then we have the inner wall, where I and most important people live. This is where the elder's and clan's head's family lived. It's the most protected place of the compound, the center.

And how suprise would you be if you saw your older brother jump over those walls.

"Madara?" I mumbled, honestly where he was going?

'Ah, yes he's off to meet Hashirama.' I thought. Swiftly I jumped out of my window and followed the same direction. 'Should I make myself known and meet Hashirama?' I thought, I could sense Tobirama in distance.

"Hn.." I mumbled, What a troublesome.