Sinister smiles grinned in the dark as pairs of forceful hands held her down.

"No!"

A bowl of foul scented concoction was brought toward her lips.

"Please…"

Unknown forces pried open her mouth.

"!"

The bitter liquid was being poured down her throat and drowning her alive.

"…"

She held onto her swollen stomach in agony as the poison starts to infiltrate her body.

"Why?"

Crimson spilled profusely from between her legs as she screamed in pain.

"Hey!" Someone shouted out.

Her body tossed and turned in a frantic manner from the scene which played in her unconscious mind.

"Hey!" He shouts again as he shook her shoulders.

Her eyes flutter as she starts to regain consciousness of her whereabouts.

"…"

The tear drops rimmed her clear eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asked her with heartfelt concern.

Words could not describe the misery she had endured from her nightmare. There was no existing vocabulary to accurately portray the amount of woe she suffers. Instead, she chose wisely to remain silent.

"…" She whimpers as his hands brought her closer to his body.

Madara comforted her with silence while she rested head on his chest and continued to weep softly. It was not the first time he found himself by her side in the middle of the night. Her night terrors seemed to occur continuously ever since she had recovered from the night of her family's massacre.

"I'm so scared…" Her sweet voice intoxicated his senses.

"There is nothing to fear. You are under my protection." He spoke with the least amount of words as possible. It was common knowledge that Madara Uchiha was a man of very few words.

She did not expect him to say anything at all. He was a kind man, despite how he may appear on the outside; he had always been there whenever she would awake in the midst of night from those horrid nightmares.

…

Another night after night they found themselves in such position. Tonight was no different. His broad arms wrapped securely around her slender frame.

It was as if an unknown force was pumping potent aphrodisiacs through their systems.It was one part calming but another part held the immense desire for more.

Alluring…

She tilts her head back to face the man, who held her so tenderly, eye to eye.

Temptation…

The moonlight seemed to have bewitched their senses as a thick atmosphere of lust fills the surroundings.

Enticement…

While still locked onto each other's gaze, their lips arched forward.

In the passion of the moment, Madara pulled her in and pressed his lips on top of hers.

"!" This sudden action had both frightened and excited her.

His tongue ran repeatedly along her bottom lip until she finally opened her mouth to gasp for air.

She soon melted into his arms and gave in.

"ahh…" she moaned from the pleasure originating to their tangled tongues.

His quick hands slid from the sides of her cheeks to her bosoms.

Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue.

His thumb toyed with the bud of her sensitive nipples while the rest of the hand massaged her tender breasts.

Sweet whimpers echoes off of her cherry lips.

His tongue teased her delicate parts and daringly gave her delightful sensations she had come across before.

"ohh…" she breathed softly as the pleasurable tension was building up from within her.

This was happening all too fast, but it felt so right…?

She thought that she would never willingly give herself to another man ever again after her last betrayal, but here she was in such a lewd position with her hips grinding into his hardening desire.

"hmm…" he groaned as rid the thin fabric his member was restricted against.

She braced herself as he slid himself inside of her. A sensation she thought she would never experience again…

It hurt at first, it was only her second time and it was so long after the first.

Her nails sank into the flesh of his back and left bloodied trails as they scratched on.

The minor pain had no effect on him as he continued to plunge himself deep into her core.

She thought to herself to relax just like how he had told her when she was still a maiden.

Her body was eager to receive his thrust, but her mind remained confused.

Madara groaned in pleasure as the sensation of her tightness gripping his pulsing manhood filled his senses.

She received no pleasure. It was the same act, but it did not feel the same as the first time. Something seemed to be lacking…

He was close as his breathing quickened and his pace struggled to be kept constant.

Her heart…

He gave one last thrust before shooting a gush of hot liquid deep within her and collapsed beside her.

It ached.

…

She laid there motionlessly for what seemed to be hours. Her mind was awake, but her body numbed.

What had she done?

…

Madara was a man of high stamina. Soon he found himself waking up in dire need of another round and found that she was willing to comply with his needs.

So they continued on.

…

It wasn't just for one night...

…

Although this man who slept beside her had spared her life on that night and sheltered her under his protection, he still remained a stranger in some ways.

There was no affection called love shared between the two of them. What had occurred previously and countless times is nothing but the outcome of the heated moment.

Madara Uchiha was an attractive man, and there was no denying that. He carried himself with that certain arrogant charisma which made many women swoon upon sight with this stoic god-like figure. However, her heart still remained broken from her last passion.

…

Her mind often questions her motives behind her body's eagerness to engage in coitus with him.

There was something Madara Uchiha possessed that her body craved towards.

There was something which appealed to the undying hunger which plagues her body and mind.

He was like a drug she just couldn't overcome.

She kissed him avidly as her tongue delicately down the length of his neck. She straddled his waist with her own heat pressed firmly against his urge in a grinding motion. Her hands traced the outline of his abs teasingly.

She needed him…

She started to leave tiny love bites along his collar bone while her teeth playfully nipped his flesh.

There was something about him that turned her on…

While she was enjoying the moment, a voice called out.

"Stop." His tone was serious and firm, much unlike his usual cheerful self.

Miya stopped moving and stared at him blankly, but soon went back to whatever she was doing before.

"We should stop." He told her once more as he sat up from his laying position causing Miya to stumble off of him.

Her brows arched upwards while her mouth opens to protest.

"I don't want to just have sex. Miya, I want to be closer to you." Something in his tone seemed upset.

"You are one with me. Your penis is inside me when we are having sex." Her tone was dry as she was frustrated by his sudden change of mind.

He shook his head while his hand massaged his pounding temples.

"What is it?" She demanded from him.

He looked at her briefly before turning his gaze away.

"You are a terrible liar; even Sasuke couldn't manage to fool me back in the days." His name was said carelessly by her lips.

"It's not the same." Naruto didn't know what else to say. The mention of his former comrade and now currently missing-nin threw him off.

"Then what is not the same…?" her voice taunts him.

"You." He replied.

"Me?" Her voice tilted upwards.

"I feel like you have changed."

Her eyes kept locked on his while her expression remained unfazed.

"You are just so distant and mysterious-"he was cut off.

"Didn't you say that was part of my charm when you pursued me?" she questioned him.

"..." what was he to say?

"Do you love me?" she was direct, a little too direct to be Miya.

"I love you, but the girl before me now is not the one I fell in love with." He was only telling the truth.

"How am I different?" Her lips pursed together as tears bejeweled the rim of her eyes.

Naruto didn't know how to respond. A distressed girl was harder of a challenge for him than mastering the Rasengan.

"Are you bored of me…?" Her voice lingers.

"…" He could never tire of her; in fact he couldn't even get enough of her.

"Will you leave me…?" her voice seemed almost haunting.

"…" He will never give up on her, but Kakashi-sensei had urged for the two of them to spend some time apart…for the better.

"You are all just the same…" there was certain menace in her voice.

"I think we should stop seeing each other for a while. You should get some time to rest and I could use the time to catch up on my training." He attempted to say but in brokenness.

"Because all men's affections are ever so fleeting." It was not her words or her intention, but it was from her own lips and in her own voice.

She looked at him in a cold manner with intensity in her eyes.

Naruto observed the girl before him in silence. This was not his girlfriend. This was not the girl he adored and cherished. This was not Miya Shiromi.

"Your eyes wander around like a youthful butterfly. Always lusting and tempted by newly blossoms." Her voice was rather cruel and with a harsh bitter tone.

She placed both of her hands by each side of his cheeks. He stood still.

"Fool me once…shame on you." Her clear azure eyes captivated his.

"Fool me twice…shame on me." Her thin crimson lips curved up into a sinister grin.

Then…

She pressed her lips on top of his gently.

Draining…

He felt as if his chakra was depleting as his vision starts to blur.

What was she doing…?

His vision dims…

Soon…

Nothing but darkness.

"!"

She stared wide-eyed at the collapsed Naruto before her.

"Relax, he is not dead." Her voice chills in a rather soothing manner.

"He is unconscious!" Miya exclaimed at the woman before her.

"He has a massive chakra reserve. He would recover in no time." Her voice lacked any common sympathy.

Miya hurried to check his pulse and breathing. Her fingers shake while her whole body trembled.

"We asked nicely, but he refused. He left us with no choice."

"What the fuck do you mean?" Miya recently took up swearing given the dire situation she was placed in.

"Look in the mirror, child."

Miya turned to face her reflection in the mirror which was kept beside the bed.

Her mouth opened in awe.

Her hair was restored to their usual luscious sheen. Her skin returned to its original luminescent glow. Those eyes were clearer than the reflection of any vast ocean.

Those dark bags were gone. The tired fatigue faded away.

She looked simply healthy and radiant.

"Your body was more receptive to my enchantment when it is weakened. Those past hallucinations were possible because of your feeble state. The sudden changes in your demeanor resulted in the lack of sustenance." She explained.

"How…?" Miya was confused to her sudden change in appearance.

"During your imprisonment at the hospital and soon afterward you had no intimate contact with him. You feed off of him. If he is not around you, then you lack the sufficient nourishment. That is why you fed off of that other boy."

"Hisano-kun? But I didn't mean it. I didn't want to hurt him." Miya whimpered as she remembered what had occurred the other day.

"We are not human."

Miya was frightened…if not human than what was she?

"We suffer a never-ending desire because of the curse placed on us."

"What is it…?"

"The thirst…it is for chakra. Or in other words…the life force of another individual."