(A/N: IT'S A SIGN!!!!)
May it be just Tsubaki's luck, but there was a sandstorm... Hurrah. Now she was stuck with a tracker and a psychiatrist that she didn't want. Still, for her plans to succeed, she needed to tough it out.
So their 'luck,' they found a cave to nestle within and settled down with self-chosen jobs.
Kakashi had started a fire with a small jutsu and wood/shrubs he pulled out from is ass- err... scroll. The Yamanaka was getting some food prepared, meaning, plain old rice balls. She couldn't help but glance at the man every-so-often, catching him in the act of analyzing her.
The Uchiha felt suffocated in the room. Being unable to breathe with the sand suddenly felt better than staying in the cave. She went back to fixing sleeping mats on the floor, finding the wrinkles interesting.
The meal was no better, as all it consisted of was just chewing noises, no talking at all. Not even the fake, "The weather is quite nice today."
The storm was relentless, confining the female Madara even more, continuing into the night. So, she plopped onto her tatami mat and realized something.
There was no Kyuubi to bother. No Naruto to listen to as he snored. No comforting presences of chakra. She had fucked up.
With that known, she turned in her makeshift-bed, not wanting to fall asleep. However, as she had slept many, many nights as Madara in a cave with the soft crackling of fire... Tsubaki Uchiha fell asleep.
She saw him, her brother, Izuna. Looking down at her hands, she realized that she was now Madara again, a happy feeling overwhelming him. With a joyous smile, Madara ran after him. However, the distance between them didn't decrease.
Izuna once again beckoned him, sending a teasing smile his way. A hand on his brother's shoulder appeared and there was his father. They looked so happy, innocent... So- so carefree.
All of a sudden, an invisible force pulled them into a scenery with smoke, blood and corpses.
His father fell down, dead... And the most powerful Uchiha in existence knew exactly what was happening next.
Madara's eyes widened at the sight and he writhed, as he was suddenly unable to move. "No. No, no, no, no... NOOO!!! IZUNA!"
His younger brother couldn't hear the fruitless cries though. As he appeared fatally injured with Tobirama towering above him. The Senju had the most twisted and apathetic smirk as he watched the Uchiha die.
"IZUNA!"
Tsubaki lurched forward from the dream, panting while clutching her head. "... That fucker."
The rage that she had shoved deep inside bubbled forward. I swear to fucking god, Tobirama... I'm going to revive and then kill you. I don't care what it takes. You're blood will soil my hands.
Inspecting the fluctuations in her escort's chakra, she deemed them asleep and escaped to the outdoors. The storm had passed over, leaving an endless stretch of sand as far as the eye could see into view. The starry sky was also breathless.
Still, she needed to do something, let off some steam. Yes, she'd kill Tobirama again but she needed something. Tsubaki needed some blood spilt.
So she preformed some katas, working up a sweat to burn off some of the tension. Still, it didn't feel enough.
There was a couple chakra signatures a hundred meters ahead and suddenly, one disappeared. Adrenaline ran through her veins at the thought. I can fight!
The female sped off, using shunshin to arrive at her wanted destination. It wasn't what she expected though. There were bandits around a cart and a family. You could practically hear the sorrowful cries of the relatives.
A woman cradled a man's body gently, hot tears running down her cheeks. It had hit too close to home. "What right do they have to break apart a family?! None."
She couldn't take it much more when their weapons turned on them. "YOU FUCKERS!"
Taking out her kama, she brutally sliced their throats, zig-zagging along the way. The body's squirted out blood from their cut, practically raining down on her.
The main guy was left for last, as she wanted to kill him as slowly and painfully as she could. The bandit backed up to his hostages, holding a curved sword in his grasp. "S-stay back! Or I'll kill her!"
He held up one of the young girls, the woman yelping in response as she could do nothing to protect them."
There was only one word she could use at the moment, "Idiot."
Her sharingan was activated and had blossomed into its mangekyo form. "Amaterasu..."
Blue flames surrounded her as she took one step forward, the menacing sharingan eyes glowing with an unearthly presence. The fire lashed out at the man, severely burning his hand that held the weapon. It fell to the sand without a clatter.
"You broke this family apart... So I get to break you."
The onyx eyed girl let out a 'tch,' as she noticed that slicing and dicing the man beyond recognition in front of children was not a good idea.
So, she made it 'quick.'
By burning him alive. His screams rang out loudly as he ran like a crazed chicken across the desert.
She reached out to the frightened girl. "Are you okay?"
The child nervously swept back her blond hair and took a step back. Tsubaki was covered in blood, head to toe. "Oh, gomen. Is there an oasis near here?"
The woman answered instead, "No, I'm sorry."
She was still holding the dead body. "If I may ask... Was he your husband?"
The widow only nodded.
"Ahh, I can relate. I watch my mother die and my whole clan die around me. The pain goes away with time."
"... How old are you?"
That question surprised her, because she had actually forgotten hers. It wasn't really celebrated at the compound. "I lost track... Oh, shoot! I've got to go back before they see I'm missing! Bye, miss! ojou-sans!"
And with that, the Uchiha female sped off again, without even getting to hear a word of thanks...
When she arrived at the cave, an impatient Inoichi and Kakashi sat there. They were even surprised with the blood that was caked onto her. "What happened?"
With a sheepish grin, she replied,"Gomen, just had to save some travelers from bandits."
Inoichi pressed his lips together. "Did you kill them?"
"Yeah, the norm. Why?"
This troubled the man completely. Killing at her age wasn't normal. "Isn't it troubling at all? To have killed someone?"
A light laugh filled the air. "Oh, Inoichi-san... My hands have never been clean."
A sharp gasp erupted from her mouth, "It's going to stain, isn't it... Fuck those men."
The two were very, very upset about this. Her psyche wasn't normal. Nothing about her seemed normal. And all she cared about was a goddamned stain.