The young kunoichi walks pass him following the direction he said the cottage would be. She could be pregnant, but she wasn’t sick; Sara could handle a three hours walk, at least she thought she would “I’m not sick"
斑—- • He raised his arms up as she passed him by, almost mockingly when she stated that she was not sick. "I was simply saying. I’ve had my fair share of experience with pregnancy from my mother. I am aware that exhaustion is a possible symptom."
Of course she was, but there wan’t much she could do, he raped her, impregnated her, threatened her loved ones, she has no choice but to fear him. Sarada takes a deep breath and walks towards him, always keeping her sharingan activated and her sword close to her body under the poncho. “So… we will still be close to Konoha" it was a relief to know she could keep an eye on her loved ones.
斑—- • "Indeed. I’ve never been too far from the village.” Madara admitted. He didn’t feel like leaving too far for many reasons he would rather not think about now. “Are you ready to go? If you need to rest, just let me know and we will stop.”
She glares at the reason of her doom, the tall scary looking man in just a few feet away, Madara was only protecting her because of the brat inside of her. How Sara wished to have a miscarriage, this way she could keep her mind and heart in peace. She hods on the poncho tight and shiver “And where’s that?"
斑—- • "It’s not that far off.” The falcon flew off but was now flying over them. “Close to the border, about three hours walking.” It was his home of course, or what he now calls home. A nice, peaceful cottage hidden by genjutsu, a river very close by. “The place is quite spacious so you won’t have me that close there. I know you’re terrified of me.”
“I guess… you’re right” but then there’s Bolt; how could she live without him? He was her rock, and as her father once told her: the Uchihas love more then any other shinobi. Sarada couldn’t see her life without him, but she also knew the consequences of doing in another way. The young woman throws up again, tired and dizzy her mangekyo deactivates and she looks at the man sitting on her bed “Go away… I’ll figure something out”
斑—- • There was doubt in her eyes, hesitance, and he knew that it was all due to that Uzumaki brat. ’Damn it, Mito. Your kind haunts me even now…’ He immediately pushed all thoughts of the dead red head woman away. She was the only one that he has ever… No. Not now. “Alright. But know that I will be close. If you try anything that goes against what I instructed, I will come for you.” And stop you, was the unsaid warning. Without waiting for her reply, he disappeared in a breeze.
Maybe, just maybe he was right. The girl wraps her arms around herself, shivering in fear; if she did what the elder proposed their parents would follow her. She looks at him and sobs “W-why would I go? And that’s… crazy, they would follow me. My father is one of the strongest mans alive”
斑—- • “I thought you smarter than that. Your father has a tendency of not being around that much, doesn’t he? And your mother… Little lies can take care of her. Put your mind to work, Sarada.” Sasuke was not even going to be there and the Haruno; all she had to tell her mother was that she would be gone for a mission and so she simply doesn’t return.
“Wh-what?” he would do that, would he? He couldn’t… he can’t. Sarada continues on crying, but now a more mad laugh; like if she was going to lose her mind. Her hand goes to her eyes, covering the mangekyo, it made her head hurt and she didn’t knew how to control yet.
How would she deal with this? If she kept this… monster, she would go mad that’s for sure; she wouldn’t bare to keep Madara’s child inside of her. What would their parents think? What about Bolt? How could she even look at him? But if she have a abortion, he might kill him. She didn’t knew what to do… her head and heart ached with doubt.
斑—- • The Uchiha huffs at her noises, not surprised by them at all. Uchiha were always overcome by madness at some point, especially now that she has the Mangekyo and surely having his child by the product of rape was quite traumatizing too. He overestimated her. He thought she could handle it.
“What are you so scared of?” He asked. “Worried of what your family might say? Friends? It’s easy to escape from it all.” Madara stood up from the chair, taking a couple of steps closer to the bed. “You could just run away and they would never know the reason why.”
Sarad suddenly feels sick to her stomach so she she turns to her right side and throw up, not much of actual sickness, more of nervously, anger and desperation. When she cleans her mouth with her sleeve “W-what make you think I’ll keep this… mistake?"
斑—- • Oh, he knew her so well. A wicked smirk appeared on his lips. "Because if you don’t… I will bring your precious Bolt to you, and kill him slowly. I’ll make him suffer so much that he will beg me to kill him; all in front of you.” Madara uncrossed his arms and stared at the young woman. “Your choice, princess.”
She had no idea what he was talking about, but she does as he say, looking down at her stomach. The magekyo made it easier for her to realize… there was something inside of her; no, not something, someone. Sara starts to cry and she stumbles, falling with her back on the wall. She was too scared and shocked to say anything.
斑—- • And now she does know. There was no need to ask if she had even been intimate with Bolt after him because that little one’s chakra is strong, just like his own. He is definitely the father. “You will have that child.” Madara states after she starts crying.
