Be Honest With Me.

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He was seated in the dark, alone, staring unseeingly at the collections of scrolls.

Soon, he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and abandoning himself to the charmed darkness. 

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Madara realized it was Yuki that he'd encountered a few days ago by the riverside. She was probably wearing her maid's clothes as an attempt to look common. Thinking back, he felt angry that he couldn't recognize her.

But he could have never imagined that Yuki, who was always so protected, could easily slip past the guards and make it through the forest to the Naka river all by herself. 

Maybe he underestimated her.

'I need to station better guards around her compound.'

Soon his thoughts shifted to her reply back then at the warehouse.

'Since when did she have this friend?'

He knew something was wrong when she didn't appear for dinner. But he let it slide, thinking maybe she didn't want to face him yet. But she managed to surprise him this time. He'd never expected his cherished princess of a sister had been slipping out into the forest to secretly meet her 'friend' all these years.

The anger he felt when he'd realized this news was beyond measure.

After his brief exchange with Tajima, he went to search for Izuna. He hadn't expected to find his siblings together, and hence eavesdropped on their conversation.

'Izuna...he knew about her secret outings, yet he never informed me? '

He clenched his fist, trying to calm his nerves while making a mental note. 'We need to talk, Izuna.'

He had other plans for his little sister though. He had to talk to her tonight. If she resisted, then he had other ways to Make her talk.

'Who is this Hashi? Why does this name sound so similar to Hashirama?'

It couldn't be just a coincidence that Yuki met someone who healed her, and whose name sounded so similar to his former friend and now rival—Hashirama...that too exactly at the same place they used to meet as young boys! What if Hashirama still visited that place? Like an idiot he is, to relive the memories of those bygone days?

'What if that Senju has already laid his eyes on her?'

All these years that Madara had fought on the battlefields, he only knew one person with such unique healing skills. Senju Hashirama. He could heal exceptionally fast. His cells could regenerate like magic and he was equally talented in healing others, which made it difficult to defeat those damned Senjus.

'That bastard! '

'I must make her mine before anyone else does. I must 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸 her as mine.'

'𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚.'

Just when he was busy thinking of ways to possess her, Yuki appeared in front of him. Her lovely face showed discomfort as she shifted her body uneasily.

'She's nervous.'

He smirked, "come closer."

She stepped forward, standing at arm's length from him.

"You have interesting ways to make me worry, Yuki."

"Hn." she hummed, feeling the sarcasm in his tone.

"So? I believe you have something to tell me?" he asked, eyes lazily hovering over her body. She wore a dark blue yukata that looked comfortable yet accentuated her curves. She was so oblivious to the effects she had on him...The subtle ways she seduced him.

"I'm sorry, Nii san." Yuki knew hanging onto her pride wouldn't help her at the moment. Instead, she decided to apologize and sweet talk her way out of this.

"For what?" He liked how docile she was right now, like a tamed kitten.

She kept quiet. Her tongue refusing to move. 

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"Who is this Hashi-san?" 

"....." 

'He heard everything!'

Yuki realized that there was no point in reciting the excuses she made up while bathing.

'what should I do?'

Silence continued, as she hesitated to answer. 

Seeing her reluctance, he moved his arms to lit the lamp beside his table, waiting for her to gather her wits and answer.

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She slightly peeked at him. His waiting had the patience of a hunter, the quiet stillness of a man in control. 

Her body slightly shivered at the thought of what awaited her, "A...Friend. I met him by the riverside."

"A friend, huh? Then tell me dear, how long have you been enjoying your 'secret outings'?" His eyes shone dangerously, voice bitter.

"P-Past few years."

He sat in the weak shadows of the lamp and watched her, like a predator preparing for its hunt.

"To think my little sister had been acting so disgracefully behind my back," he chuckled. "Then why not just act disgracefully for me?"

Yuki felt like her legs held no more strength. She never felt this scared in her entire life, not even when she was attacked today.

"Come here." Madara slightly patted his thighs, indicating her to sit on his lap.

Her legs had frozen solid in fear. She didn't move an inch. In the past, she would have never thought twice about sitting on his lap, she would jump upon him.

Now... Things felt so different.

He leaned forward to grab her hand and guide her onto his lap.

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She shivered, feeling his warm breath on the back of her neck. Soon he wrapped his arms around her body, sharing his warmth. 

For the first time his warmth felt so wrong.

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"Tell me, dear. How did you seduce him?"

"I-I didn't." she managed to utter.

"I'm sure you did." she could hear amusement laced in his voice. 

"Just like how you seduced me." he added, his hot breath tickling the crook of her neck. 

"....." she felt weak and vulnerable. But any thought of provoking him terrified her. Yuki remained as still as a dead fish until she felt his lips on her neck, leaving cold wet and trails. 

She jolted at his sudden action. It took a moment for the meaning behind his words and actions to sink in. 

'NO!'

Yuki tried to loosen his hold around her and got up, her heart beating fast when she saw him smirking, "Nii. Let's stop this before it's too late!"

A brief spark crossed his eyes before he asked, "Stop what?"

"Stop this... This kind of relationship you are asking of me. I can't... I can't accept you as my man. You are and always will be my brother."

'This is it. I said it. I've finally said it.'   Yuki inwardly let out a sigh.

His smile widened at her reply before he started laughing menacingly, "Is it because of your Hashi-san?" he asked, his voice felt as if it held venom "Or maybe you don't care about that maid of yours."

'What?'

Yuki felt her eyes shake at that remark.

"What did y-you do to Hemiko?"

"She knew about your secret outings." he eyed her lazily, voice cold and threatening.

Yuki felt her legs shake at the thought of Hemiko. For her, she was not just a maid but the closest friend she had; the only one whom her mother had trusted enough.

She looked at Madara, lips slightly quivering "She... she was just following my commands... It's not her fault!"

"She lied and put the safety of the entire clan under threat. Even if it was under your command, she is punishable." Madara stated.

"She is MY maid! If she is to be punished then I will punish her as I see fit!" Yuki replied angrily.

"There are consequences to your actions and decisions Yuki." He coldly retorted, "If you want to punish her then go ahead. But don't forget. To do so, this entire matter will have to be reported to father."

Yuki knew she couldn't punish Hemiko or anyone within the Uchiha estate without informing Father. Even though she was the princess of the clan, her actions as a princess were under the direct control of Tajima. Her father would definitely execute Hemiko. The only way she could save Hemiko was by pleading with Madara to spare her life.

The 'Princess' position always made her feel helpless. "Nii san... Please don't." 

"If you want me to help you," he got up from his chair and pulled her into his arms once again, "then be honest with me."

"W-What do you want to know?" she stuttered, feeling his warm breath on her forehead. His face was just inches away from hers.

"Look at me."

Yuki looked up.

Her eyes widened when she saw his red Mangekyō Sharingan.

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Author's Note :

So... There'll be some forced scenes in the next chapter. I hope the readers are reading this book after reading the description, or at least after checking out the tags. If not, go back and please check out the tags, description & warnings. I've given you all plenty of time to back away from this story.

Thank you.