I'm back! I know I should finish the other story…
But I really enjoyed writing this!And I have slight writers block on the other one…And I apologize incase any of it later turns out to be inaccurate!
And incase Madara is OOC

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Naruto, but I own my OC

Natsuro, Satinee (last, first)

One shot that became a short story.

Atashi wa anata no yuurei

(I am your ghost)

(Or should be)

From an early age we are taught that if you believe in something enough; you can make it happen.

As we grow older we realise that not everything is possible, and prepare ourselves to let go of our dreams.

There was one thing I was never going to let go of, I truly believed in it. I was ready to wait, no matter how long it took.

But as the decades fall into each other, I wonder how much longer I can hold onto my dreams as my faith wanes.

Of course I know now that appearances can be deceiving. If you looked at me you would probably see innocence in my blue eyes; and youth in my pink hair.

I have neither. Even a ring on your finger can mean nothing.

I would never normally tell anyone of my past; it is not that I'm ashamed of the bloodshed, I fear being abhorred. Many lives stain my hands. I cut down many a young shinobi, and my penitence is my present loneliness.

I guess neither of us saw it coming; my apparent death. Obviously I did not die, I have also learned of my reluctance to part with this world. Another reason I do not share my stories. As I can not answer the burning questions. I do not fully know the reason myself.

Before I became this theoretical Obake, I was a queen. Ignore the cliché. I had power, strength, and I was at the side of one of the most powerful shinobi of our time. I was his aisuru.

He had promised me everything, but there was nothing I desired more than to look into his eyes, and recognize the glimmer of love that was there. That glimmer that he kept only for me. He was always able to take me away. His eyes were mesmerizing; I could stare for hours and never grow tired of them, nor him. I loved the way his eyes shared a great likeness to the colour of freshly spilled blood. But in the end, all that mattered was that he was mine, and I was his.

My Uchiha Madara

Obake – Ghost

Aisuru – Sweetheart etc.

THANK YOU FOR READING!!

I have ideas for spin-off sort of things, with short stories of when Satinee was with Kakuzu, her lonely years and for when she was with Madara.But I don't think I will post them unless you want me to.Or I could re-do this piece and fill it out, with more detail of past events, and not post the spin-offs?If requested I could bring myself to write a lemon, no promises though!It could be rubbish /
And possibly a sequel… since the ole bugger Madara's alive…

Opinions/reviews are welcomed!