Capítulo 8: Sins.
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Yuki could sense her body relax as warm water soothed her tense muscles. She had a minor headache, and wanted nothing more than sleep at the moment.
'I just want to sleep...'
She changed into her comfort clothes—a loose peach coloured yukata. Her head had been throbbing for a while now, and she yearned for the comfort of her warm bed.
'I can't... I need to see nii.'
She let out a small irritated whine and stomped her way to his room.
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"Nii-san, it's me!" Yuki announced.
"Come in."
She opened the door and noticed her brother seated on the tatami mat, reading scrolls.
"Hm, you are all surrounded by scrolls even this late at night?" she mumbled, doubting if he ever sleeps. He had dark circles forming under his eyes.
'Obviously, he doesn't sleep much.'
She took her seat beside him, picking up one scroll. 'Why? these are all incomplete! or are they written in some coded language?' She tried to read it but understood nothing.
Madara noticed her frowning and replied, "you need to activate Sharingan to read those."
"Huh! really? Can you read it to me?"
He activated his Sharingan and read a portion of it.
Yuki couldn't help but stare at his face. He looked scary but strangely attractive.
"A Genjutsu is most effectively created when a ninja controls the chakra flow of a target's cerebral nervous system, affecting their five senses. This is frequently used to create false images and/or trick the body into believing it has experienced physical pain. Genjutsu can also manipulate others - similar to brainwashing—by feeding the victim illusive suggestions." Madara readout. He noticed the girl staring at his face rather than listening to him.
"Yuki? Did you pay attention to anything I just read out?"
"Huh! yes! I did! ah Genjutsu is used to manipulate others by illusive suggestions...right?" she replied. "but nii san, when will I be able to learn it ?"
"You need to have excellent control over your chakra flow," He paused, looking at her for a moment, "and Sharingan."
She was staring at him wide-eyed as if she saw something strange.
"What?" he felt uncomfortable.
"um...its beautiful...your eyes...uh, I mean your Sharingan!" she replied, moving closer to touch his face.
'I wish I could activate it soon. Madara and Izuna nii already did so, but why can't I do it?'
"..." Madara slightly blushed. 'People typically get terrified of Sharingan but this girl...calling it beautiful...'
'Well...that's a first.'
Then he noted how close she was to him. She was wearing a loose peach yukata, which wasn't the best choice to wear. It was quite revealing.
Since he hadn't deactivated his Sharingan, he could notice every little detail of her appearance. Her lips were slightly parted and looked quite appealing. He noticed she must have hurried her way to his room as he watched a drop of water trailing down her neck through her damp hairs towards her collarbone; it traveled its way down to her cleavage.
'She's filling out quite attractiv-'
He glanced away, trying to think of something else.
Yuki stared into his eyes, impressed by the beautiful tomoe patterns. 'I wonder how being in a Genjutsu feels like? Is it painful? Or does it feel like a dream? '
"Nii, how does being in Genjutsu feel like? Have you ever experienced one?"
"It depends on the caster. Yes, once father did it on me during training. It wasn't so pleasant." Madara replied, slightly frowning as he had a hunch about what she was going to ask next.
"um... nii, can you do it on me?" Yuki curiously looking at him.
"No."
"Nii san please!"
"I said no. And it's final."
Yuki grabbed his hand and pleaded, " Nii, please! I really want to know!"
"Why are you so curious about it? It's not pleasant Yuki!"
It worried him. Once someone gets controlled by Genjutsu, they become more susceptible to the caster.
"You said it depends on the caster! That's why I'm asking you to do it! I know I can trust you!" Yuki whined, holding onto his arm.
Madara sighed, 'This girl is so stubborn!'
"Fine. Don't complain later if you don't feel well. You asked for it. Remember." He warned, assuming she might give it a second thought.
"Okay!" she smiled, looking at him with large puppy eyes.
'As if she would...'
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"Look into my eyes."
Yuki stared into his red eyes. Feeling as if it was absorbing her like a quicksand. She could feel losing sensation in her body, senses wheeling out of control. Her mind felt blank. Everything felt dark for a moment, and she realized she was slowly being controlled.
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"Yuki! I told you not to go far!" She heard a familiar sweet voice. She looked around, searching for the source of the voice.
Then she saw it...that person.
'Mother! She's alive?'
Tears filled her eyes. She'd always tried to hide the pain behind a smile whenever she felt the absence of her mother in her life. Uchiha Anko was a loving mother who, despite having undergone extreme pain and loss in life, still had the strength to forgive and love.
As a child, she could never understand why anyone would want to kill such a person. There were so many things Yuki wanted to learn from her. So many things she wanted to share with her, to tell her...but she passed away so quickly... so unexpectedly. Her death left a hole in her heart, a feeling of emptiness and loss that she could never explain to anyone.
"Huh? Why do you look so sad? What happened?" Anko asked worryingly.
"Yuki! We were searching for you all this time!" Izuna called out, walking along with Madara, the twins Arata & Taka, and father.
"Uh...I wanted to...train alone for some time." Yuki replied, unsure of how to respond.
Tajima smiled, "See Anko! I told you she must have gone somewhere to train! You worry too much!"
Yuki just stared at them, trying to burn this image into her mind. It's been a while since she'd seen her father smile like that...
'He really loved her.'
Ever since her death, he rarely came back home. He keeps blaming himself for her death.
Tajima was a proud man. And was too proud to show his weak side to anyone... especially to his children. So, a 10-year-old Yuki had never expected to witness it.
'If only I could make it in time' she had heard her father's voice tremble as he embraced her 'I missed you so much...Anko.'
That one day, he had been particularly drunk. It surprised her because the father she knew would never let himself get drunk to this point, where he couldn't even recognize her...his own daughter.
She wasn't exactly shocked to hear him address her as Anko. Yuki was already used to people telling her how she resembled her mother so much. But she was shocked to see this weak & lonely side of her father. For the first time, Yuki truly pitied him.
She still remembered how conflicted she had felt that day. She did not know how to respond to him. So she'd just lend him her shoulder till he fell asleep. Even though she had mixed feelings about the way father treated her...she could understand why he became the way he did.
Yuki ran towards her mother and hugged her.
'I don't care if this is reality or a dream, but I want to be close to her at this moment.'
"Dear? You all right?"
"Mother, please don't leave us! Please never leave us! I've missed you so much!"
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"Sa Ato Nozomi no jutsu." Madara whispered. He didn't want to perform any harsh Genjutsu on her.
Her eyes turned cold and heavy as she fell, but he caught her in his arms before she could hit the floor.
He was curious to know what she wished for. This Genjutsu made the target see the thing they wished or loved.
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"Mother... don't leave..." Yuki mumbled as tears trailed down her cheeks.
Madara felt a familiar heaviness in his heart. He knew his siblings missed mother. He too missed her sometimes. But for their sake, he had to stay strong.
Uchiha Anko was one of the strongest—if not the only Kunoichi in the clan.She had that privilege being the daughter of Uchiha Tatsuya (A legendary Uchiha shinobi). After having Yuki, she stayed back to look after the family. Madara remembered how she never agreed on sending him or any of his siblings to the battlefield or dangerous missions. He had heard his father and mother argue a lot regarding that matter. The last mission she undertook was a very dangerous mission that was originally assigned to Madara, but she had insisted the elders to entrust her with it instead of her eldest child.
Sometimes, he wonders if she never took that mission, maybe she... would be alive today.
Madara wiped away her tears and ended the Genjutsu. Even though he wanted her to break out of it on her own...he realized she needs more training in this. Her control over her chakra was okay, but her sensing skills were weak.
Yuki opened her eyes.
'It...was a Genjutsu.'
She felt her heart sink. Just for a moment Yuki felt like her world was peaceful. Everyone in her family was alive and were happy. But that moment was just an illusion, a wishful thought in her mind that could be manipulated if needed.
"ugh! my head! " her head started throbbing again.
Madara carried her to his bed, "I had other things in mind to discuss with you but it's too late. You should rest for now." He mumbled while placing her on the mattress.
"Aren't you going to sleep, nii san?"
"I still have some scrolls to read." he replied and went back to continue with his reading.
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Yuki took out and drank the sedative potion she made by mixing various herbs. It tasted bitter, but she somehow swallowed it and decided to lay down.
'So that's how a Genjutsu feels like.'
' It felt so real! '
'But still! Why am I so pathetic? I can't even break out of a simple Genjutsu?' She worried about how people will compare her to her prodigy brothers.
While she was busy with her thoughts, her eyes shifted to Madara. 'Nii-san works so hard.'
She knew Madara and Izuna both were notoriously famous for being cruel and cold-hearted. But people didn't know the side of her brothers that she knew. The clan's well being was their priority.
She admired her brother's work ethic and devotion towards their duties. But she couldn't help but worry how much Madara has changed after he met with that Senju boy. He barely smiled anymore and frowned so often that people started thinking that's how his face looked like to begin with. She knew she and Izuna were the only ones with whom Madara was more expressive and happier.
With time, she also noticed tension building up between him and Father. Even though it was subtle, it still made her worry.
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She wanted to go back to her room to sleep but felt too tired to move. 'Ah...The medicine's taking effect already.'
Madara got up from his table after neatly placing his scrolls on the tatami mat and putting out the lamp. Yuki had expected him to sleep with her on the bed, but after a while she realized he was sleeping on the floor.
"Nii san, why are you sleeping on the floor?"
After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "wouldn't it make you uncomfortable if we slept on the same bed?"
"Huh? why would I feel uncomfortable?" Sometimes, her brothers used to stay in her room and fall asleep with her. She never felt uncomfortable with them. Instead, she cherishes every moment she gets to spend with them.
He didn't reply. He wanted to sleep with her, but somewhere deep in his mind, he knew he shouldn't. Yuki wasn't a child now, and being around her made him uncomfortable.
He couldn't understand what exactly he felt for her.He kept telling himself it's because she's his younger sister and he loves her, but lately he doubted if that's the case.
He remembered that time when he was about to kiss her. In his mind, he kept trying to convince himself that it is normal... because she is attractive and it might be due to his age.
'Is this normal? Is it because she's attractive?'
'Yes...that might be it.'
'But...'
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'If that's the case, then what about Izuna? '
'Does he also feel like this towards her?'
He heard sounds of sheets ruffling and turned around.
"Nii, I'm going back to my room. You don't need to sleep on the floor."
"I'm fine, Yuki. I'm used to it." He wasn't lying. He and Izuna undertook missions so often that they were now used to sleeping on the ground or tree branches.
"I know... you are used to it," she walked towards the door. Her voice felt different, and it appeared as if she couldn't control her movements as she kept swaying slightly.
'Is she this tired?' he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down into his arms.
Yuki didn't resist, instead she snuggled closer to him. He could feel her warm breath on his chest.
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He started feeling uncomfortable again, and it puzzled him. Even though it wasn't the first time that they were sleeping together like this.
'Then why am I feeling so uncomfortable?'
Something has changed between them, mostly with him. He wanted to hold her closer and tighter to his body...rather inappropriately.
She had a particular scent and even though before he used to find it soothing, now he found it kind-of... erotic?
He closed his eyes, trying to think of something else, but his mind kept coming back to her.
'Not again!'
Now that she was so close to him, he felt a deep urge to claim her.
'I better stay away from her.'
After a few minutes, when he noticed she was sleeping soundly, he pulled himself out of her hold and sat up. She rolled over on her back, exposing her bosom as the front of her attire opened.
He kept telling himself to look away, but his body wasn't listening to his mind.
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He wanted to touch her.
'Shit!'
Madara forced himself to look away. However, from the corner of his eye, he could still see the shift in movement as her soft breathing caused her chest to rise and fall. Perhaps, it was just his imagination, but he felt the room turn warmer and heat pool within his lower half.
'Stop!'
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