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A Beast Without Equal

A Wolf Dressed in Sheep's Skin

Central Fire Country, The Capital, Daimyo's Main Palace

A young girl stood alone in a room, clothed in petal-soft cotton and cool, gentle silk. With unusually pale skin and ashen blonde curls, she looked every part the regal royalty that she had been born into. A faint noise could be heard from outside the door; likely originating from one of the guards sent to look after her. The girl turned round to face the general direction from which the noise came from. She frowned, an unnatural look on such a young, youthful face still full of puppy fat and blessed with red, flushed cheeks.

"I wonder why you never talk to me, perhaps on orders?" She asked, not expecting an answer. She only ever voiced her questions when she was afraid of forgetting the sound of her voice; a dreadful prospect to anyone. A sigh escaped the blonde as she tugged her only companion, a stuffed teddy with a softness equal to everything else she owned, closer to her before jumping onto a desk conveniently placed next to the only window in the room. She tugged open the gauze curtains, curling the flimsy material around her chubby fingers as she was granted with the view of the dark and starless night sky: The only source of light came from the moon, larger than she had ever remembered seeing it before, the girl felt the moon pulling at her, urging her on to her feet and closer to its all-encompassing circumference, she felt its want to embrace her small frame and caress her pale locks, to let its light taint the blonde curls silver.

A blink of her eyes broke the spell, jerking back from the window she quickly threw the curtains back together; a thin, near useless protection from the moon's effect.

A deep breath soon followed her hasty escape. "How strange." She muttered, gazing back at the moon faintly visible from behind the curtains, the material distorting its visage into something vague and ominous; like the devil masquerading as an angel. The comparison made the little girl smile wistfully, hugging her toy tighter to her body.

"You're nothing like you were before." She whispered in a language unknown to this world, peeking at the hidden celestial body between the gaps in the gauze. "Nothing like the moon I know."

She laughed abruptly, the sound so loud that it managed to rouse the guard that had slipped into sleep outside her door. She heard him as he fiddled with the handle, watching as the metal knob turned hazardously before a hulking man entered the room with heavy steps and little grace. The girl basked in the guard's incompetence as his eyes locked onto her frame, looking but not seeing.

"You gave me a fright there princess." He bowed slightly, eyes locked onto the floor.

"It's alright, you were just worried." The girl conceded, speaking in the common tongue. She knew the odd nuances in her speech would be contributed to her young age.

The guard stared at the girl a moment longer before shaking his head and exiting the room, muttering about silly young girls, confident that she wouldn't hear him. She smiled at the sound of his armour clicking together as he walked down the hallway, still audible even after he closed her bedroom door behind him.

000

West Fire Country, Uchiha District

Madara watched as his cousin lifted his old, worn sword. He stared at the blade, inspecting it with a critical eye: its edges dulled, under sides scratched by only god knows what torturous schemes and the fabric of the hilt stained by the blood and sweat of those who had wielded it.

It would just not do.

"I don't want that scrap piece of metal Ryouta!" He cried, arms crossed. "Look at it! It's been ruined by your rough handling."

Madara's older cousin raised an eyebrow at his younger, ill-tempered family member. He raised the blade in question, inspecting its worn state. "Perhaps you are right." He admitted, his eyes still on the sword. "But we are currently fighting a war and wars need funding; fundings which are fuelled by money taken from other funds." Without warning he hit the sword against a nearby training post, leaving Madara speechless as the dulled sword, while not cutting the wood as easily as a knife through butter, managed to take a chunk out of the hardy material. "Funds such as those used for our weaponry for instance, we have limited money for forging specialised weapons at the moment and the demand is high; so it would be best to take what you can get and remember that weapons do not have to be sharp for an enemy to be delt a fatal blow."

The man held out the blade, which Madara took after a second of hesitation. He reluctantly tied the sword to his waist.

"And what use do you even have for such a weapon?" Ryouta asked, crossing his arms in a pose similar to his younger brethren. "I know you have not trained your sword technique in months and yet you want to start carrying a blade around?"

"Father has finally let me go on a mission!" Madara admitted, unable to curb his excitement as a smile burst forth from his lips. "And I must be ready for everything mustn't I? That includes sword battles."

"I don't know quite what you are expecting for your first mission," The man started, dubious. "But my own was a little less exciting; I had to clean our clan's armoury from top to bottom."

"How long did that take you?" The boy whispered.

"A week." He pulled a face, the memory alone enough to sour his mood. " I was basically nothing more than a glorified servant."

"And I have this to look forward to?" The idea of cleaning didn't appeal to him.

"Unfortunately." His cousin answered before moving the younger boy along with a firm grip on his shoulders. "Now, let's deliver you to Uncle; I'm sure Izuna and Auntie are with him and you never see them as often as you should."

"Hey!" Madara shouted, grounding his feet into ground in protest at the rough treatment. "I will go to father by myself; there is need to come with me as if I would run away!""There's plenty reason." He answered. "For instance I tried to run away after I had learned of my fate and once your father found out I was caught and made to clean out the bath house." He smirked as he felt his younger cousin go slack in his hold; he had won that round.

000

Central Fire Country, The Capital, Daimyo's Main Palace

"Princess." A vaguely familiar voice called out from behind her. She turned to face the owner of the voice: a court official dressed in silly robes and wearing an obscenely curly wig. The girl held in a giggle at the sight of him. "Yes, what is it Mr Magistrate?"

"Your greatly esteemed Father and Mother have granted me the privilege of delivering a message to you."

She rolled her eyes before collapsing down into a chair, slouching across its frame as she studied the intricacies woven into the sleeves of the robes she was wearing. She picked at the expertly weaved flowers and colourful birds. "What do they want?" She asked, not looking at the man.

She watched from the corner of her eye as the official flinched at her nonchalance and blatant disrespect; she observed his eyes widen from shock and the way his wig started to fall off his bald head from his fast, jerky movements. His face finally settled into a look of insult, with an upturned lip and furrowed brow. The princess greedily drunk in the sight beheld to her, like a vampire acquiring the life blood on which it thrived.

She smirked, satisfied at the unwilling gift. "Well go on, I'm listening."

The magistrate seemed to shake off any lingering shock and disgust as he dove into the regurgitated speech from her parents.

"You may not know, but there is currently a war raging on outside these walls; caused by-"

"I do not care about the cause of any war." She interrupted, still picking at her sleeves. "Only what such a barbaric event has to do with myself."

"- the war will encroach near the palace, too near." He carried on without missing a beat after her rude interruption; he made a smooth recovery, she'd give him that. "Your esteemed father and mother have declared that you are to be moved to another palace, one that is far away from the current battlefield."

She turned her eyes away from her sleeves, regarding him silently as she tried to guess what effects her departure from the palace would have on the general runnings of the castle. "When do I leave?"

"Tonight princess."

"Oh goodie!" She proclaimed loudly, smiling and bubbly as she jumped up from her chair. She held its arms as she twirled around the object, blonde ringlets hitting her cheeks as they bounced around from her movements. She grinned at the court official, who looked uncomfortable at such a rapid change of demeanour. "Let us go prepare for our travels!" The girl exclaimed before running for the door, giggling and spinning playfully around the room as she did so.

000

West Fire Country, Uchiha District

"I beg your pardon Uncle but Madara is only eleven, perhaps a mission such as this is too difficult for a first-"

"Perhaps but it would be more useful than not to have him on this particular mission, the target is around his age and will be more likely to trust him than us." Tajima Uchiha, Head of the esteemed Uchiha Clan, Madara's father and Ryouta's uncle, stated as he signed an official document. Madara caught a glimpse of the heading, it was titled 'The Upkeep of the Uchiha trade routes located in South Fire Country'. How boring.

"But Uncle-"

"Ryouta!" The Clan Head shouted, making his nephew halt. He was known to have a temper when challenged. "Know your place."

His nephew backed down without a word, resulting in an awkward atmosphere with an uncomfortable Madara, a cowed Ryouta and a seething Clan Head. Madara's silent mother, who was sitting beside her husband, bounced his youngest brother Izuna on her lap.

"What does the mission entail father?" Madara asked, keen to dissipate the tension building up in the room.

The man looked up from his paperwork to look at his eldest son. He took second to stare before breaking eye contact, dipping his brush into an ink pot. " As you know, we are at war with the Senju clan. We know the Senju clan have allied with the Fire Daimyo, while we in turn have allied ourselves with the Lightening Daimyo. In order to weaken the Senju we need to be able to break that alliance. If we take a hostage it will hopefully pressure them into breaking the alliance off."

"Who's the target?" Ryouta asked, gaining back his confidence.

"The Fire Daimyo's daughter." He answered as he continued writing. " A harmless target with high value."

"Are you expecting to acquire her easily?"

"Of course not, the Senju and Fire Daimyo are not imbeciles; far from it. They will want to send her far away from the ensuing chaos where she will be hard to catch; but children are children and will always be too trusting when it comes to strangers." He turned towards his youngest son, observing the child as he gurgled and drooled, his mother patted his back gently in maternal comfort.

"You are to gain her trust Madara, even though she is young she is important enough to become a political ally. It will be beneficial to say the least if she is on our side."

His eldest son nodded, proud that he was given such an impoetant task to complete.

"That's all." He finally ended the debrief. "The other Uchiha I will send on the mission will give you further details while you travel. Meet them tomorrow at the compound gates when the sun first rises."

"Yes Father." Madara answered, bowing slightly before exiting the room with his cousin; who looked worse for wear and very angry at the way the situation had played out.

"I am still of the opinion that you are too young for such a mission." His cousin ranted as soon as they were out of earshot of the Clan Head. "So many things could go wrong- you will be deep in enemy territory, with Senju soldiers crawling all around you-"

"Ryouta." Madara interrupted once it was apparent that his cousin was getting too worked up about possible outcomes. "I'll be fine, Father would not have sent me if he thought that this mission was going to be too difficult for me."

"But it will be dangerous, you could be killed-"

"Well, I don't care!" Madara shouted. "I will go on this mission, complete it and come back without any injuries what so ever! Just you wait and see!" He ran away towards his lodgings, determined to prove his worried cousin wrong.

Ryouta just watched the younger boy's back as he walked further and further away, knowing that his cousin would have to learn how just wrong he was through experience and nothing else.

000

Dawn was approaching fast when Madara arrived at the gates of the compound, the sleep crusted around his eyes and the slouch in his back indicated he hadn't had much sleep.

"Well looks who's here." A man adjacent to him greeted with a smile on his face. "Its the prince of the compound himself; the great Madara Uchiha."

"I'm no prince." He grumbled, already pinning the man down as someone who liked to poke and prod until his prey snapped: the type that liked leading the hazing rituals he had heard occured when young ninja entered these sorts of teams.

"Well you look like one to me with your fancy and proper clothing there: like a little lordling with the world at hand."

"Daisuke that's enough." A voice snapped, belonging to an older man: Madara assumed he was the one leading the mission. "Save your hazing for later: its too early in the morning for that shit."

"Speak for yourself you old coot." Daisuke hissed.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Good, and now," The older man turned towards Madara. "It will just be the three of us: no need to send a whole platoon when the tactic is to mainly use stealth. We have information that the princess is being escorted to this palace here." He got out a map of the Elemental Nations and pointed to a cross marked out on the edges of the territory inked as being that of the Fire Country. "They will be travelling at a civilian pace: a snail's pace compared to our own which should mean we will catch up with them within two to three days." He rolled the map back up and slip the paper into the sack slung across his shoulder. "When we eventually reach them we will assess their structure, the surroundings and their protections before deciding how to take the girl. Got it kid?"

Madara nodded, understanding the plan of action.

"You?" he turned to Daisuke, who pulled a face before he too nodded.

"Good, lets get a move on then shall we?" The leader leapt away in the direction of the rising sun, closely followed by his younger subordinates.

000

Fire Country, Unknown Location

The girl had been given an entourage of guards and officials to travel with her to the palace, along with a further four carriages filled with clothes and furniture for when they eventually arrived. The resulting madness meant that the travellers stuck out like a sore thumb if any thieves or highway men were to happen upon them. While they would be easily dealt with by the guards, the resulting blood shed and noise would act as a beacon; drawing all sorts of people's attentions, some of which the guards couldn't necessarily deal with.

In a nutshell, they might as well set a fire and draw all the thieving scum in with the smoke.

"Can I see a map?" The princess asked as she directed the horse she was riding around a particularly large, protruding root of a nearby tree. " To see where I will be staying in relation to the main palace?"

The guard travelling next to her reclined slightly on top of his own horse, reaching back to obtain a map from the bag hanging from the horse's back. Initially, it had been a pleasant surprise to find that the princess, who he was told had never ridden a horse before, was unusually good at riding horseback; showing confidence and footwork unusual but not unheard of in a first timer. After a few hours of travelling however, it became apparent that somebody had lied. He could see it in the way she was holding the reins, firm but not tight, how she moved in the saddle to convey to the horse where she wanted to go and the way she knew when the horse had performed a difficult manoeuvre and would stroke its sweat soaked neck in appreciation of its hard work. These were not the actions of a beginner, but rather a seasoned professional that found saddling and riding a horse as easy as walking. He wondered why someone would lie about the princess's full ability, unless it made her sound much too athletic for court and so the skill was played down.

She smiled as the guard held his hand out, curled up map in tow. "Ta." She thanked him with her unusual dialect, one he had never heard before. The girl rolled the map out, indicating with a free finger where she thought the palace was. "Is it here?"

"No princess." The guard answered, instead lifting his finger to point slightly east of her own finger. "There."

"And the main palace?" She asked, juggling her reins until they were both in one hand.

He pointed just off the centre of the fire country, his finger slightly southwards. "Here."

Her eyebrows raised in realisation. "Oh." She muttered before quickly rolling up the map, grabbing the reins with both hands she shouted. "Race me."

The princess then urged her horse into a gallop, the horse instantly complying with her demands. Its hooves pounded against the ground repeatedly as beast and rider shot off into the horizon. The guard watched as the girl laughed out right, keeping up with the horses stride without any visible struggle. It looked almost unnatural to see a such a young, small girl so relaxed controlling such a large beast: a hot blooded breed bred for war. It reminded him of his earlier conclusion; that she was no stranger to saddleback.

He then slowly urged his own horse into a faster pace, for who was he deny a princess? was what he told himself as he enjoyed the wind through his hair.

He enjoyed the activity so much that at the end of the day, when sky turned orange as the sun was setting and everyone had set up for camp, he forgot to ask for the map back.

000

The sky turned dark and the entourage soon turn in for supper, tying down tents and passing around the tough, knarled roots of a tuber plant which was to be their breakfast, lunch and supper for the week. Being edible raw and nonperishable for months it was a firm favourite for week long journeys such as these. It also meant that everyone eventually got sick of the plant and never ate it outside these journeys unless in dire straits.

The princess lay stationary amongst the plump cushions in her large tent, dyed a bold colour and embroidered with delicate designs; she wondered how long it would take the enemy to pick out her tent from all the others and finish her off.

"Six, seven seconds? Eight if I'm lucky." She sighed, turning to lie on her stomach. The girl rearranged the cushions and threw a fur throw over her to protect her from the night's chill. She withdrew the map she had more or less thieved from the otherwise distracted general; although she would admit he had been smarter than most. "I wonder what will tip them off first? The bold colour or the designs?" She continued talking to herself, noting in passing what a bad habit it had become. She drew her finger across the edges of the map, memorised by the feeling of paper across her skin.

"Well." She looked up towards the ceiling of her tent, the moon a visible, circular shape through the thin material. It was visible even against the light of the candle, as if it wanted the girl to see its shape. "Tell me where this individual you want me to meet resides."

Her finger jerked to a located just north east of her current location, which she had taken the initiative to mark along side the main palace once an opportunity presented itself.

"Ah, let's assume that we end up at this position with the travelling done tomorrow." She pointed just south of the spot her other finger was. "I can retire early to my tent and sneak out to that location. Sound."

She pushed the map away from her makeshift bed. Stretching languidly, the girl made herself comfortable, intent on getting a good night's sleep for the day ahead.

000

Madara shivered, snuggling into his large, woollen cloak and rubbing his gloved hands together, hoping the friction would generate some warmth admist the cooler climate of south east fire country. They had travelled with minimal breaks at full speed for three days and now they had happened upon what was obviously a large entourage from the fire court; and it was very unlikely that some officious noble decided he would parade through the wild forests of the fire country, leaving himself bare for all sorts to take their pickings.

"Head out and scout the area." The eldest Uchiha, who he had learned was called Eito, grumbled as he surveyed the scenery with a fully trained sharingan. Madara stared at the ruby orbs, memorised by the slowly turning tomoe and the way they shone despite the lack of light. "Come back in half an hour."

The boy examined the area around him: the travellers had settled amongst the trees, giving them some camouflage when compared with the wide open plains that stretched out to the north of him. There were no camp fires, no visible weaponry besides the usual katana on the guards; it reminded Madara of how care free the civilian people were, never afraid of the enemy slipping past every defence and slitting their throats in the privacy of their own home.

"Nothing too worrying?" He jumped when Daisuke appeared behind him, a wicked grin plastered on his face. "I saw some young ladies braving the cold river in just their undergarments: lucky me."

The youngest of the group pulled a face, lip curled and nostril flares in disgust. "You're so vulgar."

Daisuke's grin only grew bigger. "That's not what the ladies say I can assure you."

"Boys." Eito hissed, whacking both of their heads. Madara sucked in a pained yelp, lest he was heard by the princess's entourage and the mission was ruined.

"I'd put money on the princess being situated in that particular tent." Eito pointed over at the largest tent of them all. "It's also being guarded by three soldiers, a little distraction should take care of them."

The stalked closer to the tent in question, with the oldest of the group twisting his hands into the signs used for a small fire ninjutsu. Once completed he set the cloak of a drowsy guard alight, chosen for his close proximity to a lit torch. It a few seconds for the guard to notice, allowing the initially small flame to flare and grow until it begun to lick up the back of his knees. Starting to feel an unusual warm across his legs even under the protection of his clothes and thick cloak, the guard nonchalantly glanced over his back. Upon seeing the orange flames his eyes widened, he starting spewing profanities as he swiped at the fire, eventually taking his coat off and stomping on it in an effort to subdue the flames. The other guards, having heard the commotion, went over to investigate, leaving the tent's entrance momentarily unguarded.

"Now." Eito hissed quietly as they readied themselves, making their way inside the tent once they confirmed the guards were suitably distracted.

Once inside Madara looked around the temporary structure: noting how richly coloured throws and pillows adorned the ground so that the princess wouldn't have to feel the hard ground beneath her as she slept. He allowed himself to feel the material, soft and pleasant beneath his fingers.

"She's not here." Daisuke announced as he withdrew a throw from a protruding lump; surprised to find a few, purposefully placed pillows instead of the sleeping body of a little girl.

"Is this a ruse?" Madara asked as he peered at the empty bed. "Perhaps they knew we were coming?"

"Unlikely." Eito answered as he searched around them for any clue as to where the princess might be. "If that were the case the inside of this tent would be overflowing with those incompetent soldiers by now."

"Then where is she?!" Daisuke hissed.

The older Uchiha paid no attention to the young man's outburst, still looking around with his sharingan. "I don't know; but I have picked up a slight trace of a young, female chakra a short distance from here."

"Should we go investigate?" Madara piped up, excited about getting out of the hot, stuffy and enclosed tent.

"With this being an entourage consisting mostly of adult males, it is likely this is the princess's signature."

"What's with the face?" Daisuke asked rudely, noting the unpleasant look plastered on the man's features.

"Her chakra..." He stalled, unable to grasp the words to describe the sensations he was feeling. "It's not normal."

"Is she dangerous?"

He shook his head. "No it doesn't feel malicious." His hand started to curl around the hilt of his katana, raising it slightly from the scabbard tied to his belt. "But it is best to be on the safe side. Be prepared for anything to happen."

They disappeared into the night, the guards none the wiser of the intruders and their missing princess.

000

Although he would never admit it, Madara had expectations of the princess they were sent to capture.

Despite being of the ninja equivalent of royalty, the boy had never met any daimyo or their family members. He was curious (not excited, never excited) to meet this princess, he expected her to be a frail, elegant creature with an angelic face and dressed in the most elaborate and beautiful of clothing.

Needless to say, once he caught sight of her, his expectations fell short.

The princess was admittedly hard to find even with the sharingan, Eito had explained that her chakra was constantly shifting and stirring, constantly battling itself as if it were uncomfortable living beneath her skin, as if it didn't belong there. This inner turmoil changed her chakra signature continuously, which made it difficult to pinpoint exactly where she was. It took another painstakingly long two hours, Daisuke had taken delight in reminding them, to find her.

She was nothing like what Madara had expected.

The girl in front of him had a jaw too square and eyes too large to be called classically beautiful. Her hair fell haphazardly in her face in wild curls and her robes, which Madara could admit were the most elaborate and elegant robes he had ever laid his eyes upon, were frayed by catching on sharp branches and dirtied from walking through the mud.

She looked like a daughter of a disgraced noble woman dressing up in her mother's bitter memories.

"Come with us, Princess." Eito ordered, his face hardening as he encroached on the girl's space. The Princess, to Madara's astonishment, did not shy away in fear from the threat, instead she stared back at his team leader, her face relaxed, almost bored as looked him over; her eyes briefly flickered to the other males in the team, cataloging, assessing the situation in its entirety.

"Or what?" She asked confidently, mockingly petulant as she observed them with a raised eyebrow. Madara felt his blood boil.

"Or we will force you." Eito warned.

She tilted her head, allowing herself a moment's hesitation before deciding to take a step forward.

The princess let the older Uchiha to grab her arm and drag her towards them. Madara noticed the harsh grip, hard enough to bruise the skin hidden beneath the robes. He looked up from her arm, noting that she showed no hint of pain on her face.

"What the hell were you doing so far away from the camp?" Daisuke asked abruptly. Madara scowled, partially embarrassed that the princess would hear such coarse language when she was accustomed to the grandeur and veiled politeness of the court. He opened his mouth to scold his older teammate, consequences be damned, when the princess bet him to it.

"I came here to meet someone." She answered honestly.

Daisuke scrunched his brow, an unattractive look on his face. He didn't know why the princess would ever need to meet anyone out here in the middle of nowhere, Madara didn't know either.

"Did you meet them?" He found himself asking somewhat irrelevantly.

She smiled at him with her eyes closed. "I did; eventually. They took their time getting here."

Madara open his mouth again to ask more questions: who was she meeting? How did an untrained, young girl like her escape the watchful eyes of her guard and sneak off into the night? However his interrogation was interrupted by Eito. "I had enough of the chit chat for the now. The sooner we start to head back the quicker we will get back to the clan."

The leader pushed the girl towards the youngest team member, the questioning look on Madara's face lead Eito to elaborate. "Remember what you discussed with your father."

Ah. The boy remembered. Gain her trust, worm his way into her innermost thoughts.

He nodded and Eito smirked, letting go of the princess's arm before turning in the opposite direction, signalling them all to follow him.

At his retreating back, Madara caught a glimspe of the first unmoderated emotion he had seen from the princess spring across the girl's face. Irritation graced her childish features as she rubbed her arm, the exact spot Eito had been gripping.

Against his better judgement, he let a small smile slip across his face: so she did feel pain.

Her eyes flickered towards him, putting on her plain, emotionless facade as one does armour before a long, intense battle. It was like flipping a switch and the change was as quick as a blink of an eye.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Huh." He blinked.

"Your name." She repeated, speaking slower. As if he were a toddler struggling to understand what was being said. "I didn't quite catch it before."

"Why would you need to catch anything?" He responded defensively.

His response seemed to annoy her and she opened her mouth to retaliate, but the last moment she seemed to stop herself, having realised something that went over Madara's head. The boy frowned, he wasn't used to being the oblivious one in any conversation.

However, he was surprised at her next words. "I'm sorry. It was a turn of phrase. I forgot that you wouldn't know what it means."

She didn't sound very apologetic. "My name is Madara." He answered, still frowning.

There was a moment of silence before "I once had a dog named Madara."

He felt his eye twitch, but decided to ignore the veiled insult. He was beyond this; if he could ignore Daisuke's taunts, he could ignore hers.

It then occurred to him that throughout the mission the girl had only been referred to as 'the girl', 'the princess', or 'The Daimyo's daughter'. He didn't even know her name.

"What is your name?"

She considered his question silently before answering. "Sera."

"Sera?" He had never heard that name before. The princess pronounced it differently, elongating the constants and shortening the vowels. "Not Sara?"

"It's definitely Sera.""What does your name mean?" He thought maybe the name was foreign.

The newly named Sera was silent for a second before a look of realisation came over her face, after which she promptly burst into laughter, deafening in its loudness and confusing in its absurdity. Madara worried that he was being left to deal with an insane princess.

"It means princess." She answered after she had recovered, still letting out the occasional giggle. "What a coincidence! I never even realised.."

"Madara!" The boy heard Eito warn from somewhere in front of them.

"We should start walking now." Madara ended the conversation, grabbing Sera's arm before jogging to catch up with Eito and Daisuke.

000

Hey there, I know there's probably a bunch of gramatical and spelling errors but I was on a roll, so to speak, and just wanted to get this out. I'm not really following canon that strictly, as you can probably guess.

Please review :), I'd very much appreciate it.