When Mizuki woke up, she was in a hospital room. She tried to sit up, but a stinging pain erupted in her shoulder. She gasped and fell back down. A low chuckle alerted her, someone emerged from a door at the end of the room. "You're awake."

His otherwise well fixed spiky black hair was a mess. His eyes were a deep black, with bags growing. "Madara... You look like crap."

Madara laughed again, and Mizuki relaxed. "Speak for yourself," he replied.

She smiled. "I'm at a hospital, what did you expect?"

Madara pulled a chair and sat right next to her bed. He met her eyes and took her hand. "You scared me, Mizu."

Mizuki widened her eyes, and looked at him with confusion. Madara raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You called me Mizu. You never call me that." Madara moved closer to her.

He smiled. "You might have grown on me." He stood from the chair and leaned in on her. Mizuki stopped breathing and closed her eyes. Soft warm lips touched her forehead. She met his eyes when he pulled away. He smiled. "I'll go call the nurse." And he left.

Mizuki rubbed her fingers on the spot where he kissed her. Her face was burning, and her heart leaped in excitement. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of Madara kissing her. She covered her mouth and giggled. "He kissed me!"

The door opened to reveal a nurse. Mizuki sat back straight, and bit her lips to hide her glee. Madara was right behind her, and smiled at her when their eyes met. Something tightened in her stomach, and she felt her cheeks burning.

"Well, your vitals are okay. Even better than what I had expected." The nurse nodded at the screen next to her bed, and then her attention was focused on the girl laying on the bed. "What's your name, dear?"

Mizuki snapped her attention away from Madara, and focused on the nurse. "Mizuki. Mizuki Kira."

The nurse nodded. "Well, Mizuki. Good news. You can leave whenever you're ready, I'll get the paperwork ready."

The nurse left, and Madara went to her bed. "Do you need help?"

Mizuki looked up at him. She had never considered Madara to be attractive, but seeing him so casual, she realized just how handsome he was. She understood why girls would fangirl so much around him, why they would ask him for pictures and autographs. Mizuki leaned down, and nodded. "Um, yeah. I would like to get out of bed."

A hand was offered to her. Something fluttered inside of Mizuki at the thought of touching him. She cleared her throat and took his hand. He helped her with ease and supported her with a hand around her waist. Mizuki gulped when she realized they were standing too close to each other. Madara's chest was moving rapidly, and she found him laughing. "Why are you so flustered?"

Mizuki felt her cheeks burning again. "Are you okay? Do you have a fever?" He pressed his palm against her forehead, but she pushed him away.

"I'm going to get dressed."

"I brought you clothes. They're in the cabinet next to the bathroom."

Mizuki nodded. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Mizu."

Mizuki closed her eyes. He called me Mizu again!

He chuckled again, and Mizuki hurried to the cabinet, took her clothes out and hurried to the bathroom.

Suna's hideout was actually her favourite hideout so far. It had air conditioning. They earned bonus points for that. She was scared she would have to endure the hot weather until they were back at Konoha, but at least they made sure to make the hideout at least a bit tolerable. She had been three days in the hospital, recovering from the gun shot. The wound was healing nicely, and the scar wouldn't be noticeable. The surgeon had been careful to remove the bullet as swiftly as possible. It didn't go deep, but her clavicle had been fractured. Since her left arm had been compromised, she had slowly become used to using only her right hand for the time being. But she still needed help with mundane things like organizing her stuff, serving food and...taking off her clothes to shower.

Madara, being the gentleman he is, offered to help her with everything. In the end, he did feel guilty for allowing her to get shot. Mizuki, refused help with the showering thing, obviously. She would only allow Konan with that, but she wasn't here.

"I'll close my eyes, I swear." Madara sighed. Mizuki glared. "Come on, when was the last time you showered? You need it, don't you? I'll help."

"Stay away from me, you perv."

Madara closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Like I said, I'll keep my eyes closed. It's not like I haven't seen a woman naked before, come on."

Mizuki still wasn't convinced. "Put on a blindfold."

Madara arched his brows. "Come again?"

"Put on a blindfold," she repeated. "If you want to help, I want to make sure you can't peek."

Madara smiled, and chuckled. He shook his head. "You're unbelievable." He left the restroom and came back with a black cloth. He showed it to her, before wrapping it around his eyes.

Mizuki moved his hand quickly and slapped him. Madara growled. "What was that for?!"

She smirked. "Just making sure you weren't peeking."

Madara wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled her towards him, close enough for him to lean close to her. "I'll get back at you for that soon enough."

Mizuki gulped, and he pulled away. "All right," her voice broke, making Madara smirk. He enjoyed the effect he had on her, refusing to admit she had the same effect on him. "Well, I'll shower now."

"I can't see anything Mizuki. If you want my help to take those off, I'll need you to guide me." Mizuki's face was burning.

"Fine." She took his hand and guided it to the hem of her shirt. "I need you to pull this up, please."

Madara smiled and moved his other hand to take the shirt. He carefully pulled it up. Mizuki lifted her good arm, and let him pull the shirt all the way up and off. "Need help with the bra?" She didn't miss the smug tone in his voice.

"Not yet," she huffed. Madara heard her unbutton her jeans. "Stay still." She carefully pushed down the fabric with her free hand, trying to keep her balance.

"Need help?"

"Not with this." Madara ignored her and kneeled to pull her jeans all the way down.

"Skinny jeans aren't easy to take off with just one hand," he explained. "I'm here to help you, and I have a blindfold on. It's okay, Mizu."

Mizuki supported herself, putting her hand on his shoulder. She helped him by lifting her feet, one a time, as he pulled off the jeans completely and threw it across the room. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, and she clenched her fists. Madara noticed her reaction, and purposely lifted his head and touched the skin of her thigh with his nose.

She gasped and pulled away from him. With a low chuckle, Madara approached her. He leaned to speak into her ear. "You can't deny we're attracted to each other."

The hot breath was now on her neck, and she closed her eyes. "Madara..." He moved his hand behind her back, and unclasped her bra. He helped her carefully drag the strips around her good arm first, and then he carefully dragged it around the injured shoulder. Mizuki hissed in pain, but Madara stopped and placed his lips on hers. She opened her eyes in surprise and pulled away. "What did you do?"

"I read somewhere that kissing has a natural painkilling effect." Mizuki didn't know if it was true, but she didn't care. She moved her right hand, and cupped his cheek. She leaned in and kissed him. Madara returned the kiss and continued pulling of the strips around her shoulder, until the piece of undergarment fell on the floor.

He continued to kiss her, wrapping his fingers on the hem of her panties. Without a second thought, he pulled them down. He stopped the kiss to help her take them off. To his surprise, Mizuki complied, and the last item of clothing was thrown away. As soon as he was back up, Mizuki pulled him down to meet her lips again.

Madara smiled into the kiss. "Aren't you a little too eager?" He said in between kisses.

"I guess that kissing really does have a painkilling effect," she panted. Madara smiled and pulled off the blindfold. Her eyes met his, but he didn't intend to peek. He wanted to see her eyes, be mesmerized by them. But the rosy colour on her cheeks made something erupt in his chest, and he kissed her again.

He took off his shirt and threw it at the other side of the room. His pants soon followed. He remained only in his boxers. Mizuki felt him guide her to the shower, and the next thing she felt was the warm water falling over both of them.

Mizuki wiped the water that fell on her face and looked at Madara. Droplets rolled down his skin, and small drops were gathered on his long lashes. If he already looked sexy dry, wet was an exponential update. His masculine beauty was otherworldly.

"Mizu," his low voice made the last strings of sanity to give in. She approached him, letting his skin come in contact with hers. He closed his eyes, and placed his hand on her hips. "You make me crazy."

"Good crazy or bad crazy?" she asked.

Madara breathed. "I want you, Mizu. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life before."

Mizuki opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Madara..."

"Don't say anything," he pressed his forehead against hers. "Not yet. I want this to last. I want to just stand here with you, and not think about anything. Just you and me, under falling warm water."

Mizuki closed her eyes. "There's something you need to know."

"I know." He pressed his lips. "I know you're an agent. I've known since the moment I asked Zetsu to investigate you. I found pictures of you in gear, and your name was widely mentioned in the Mafia Web. I should have got rid of you the moment we landed in Russia, but I couldn't find myself wanting to do it. I didn't want to."

Mizuki inhaled a breath. "Something in me wants to believe we could try being together, but I also know you're here to learn about me and report back. I shouldn't trust you in the slightest Mizuki Kira, but I want to trust you."

Mizuki pulled away and cupped his cheek. "I went against orders to come back for you inside that building." Madara met her gaze, his eyes turning red. Mizuki didn't feel afraid, she was amazed by his eyes. She found his red irises just as beautiful as him. "They told me it was better to let you die with Gwen and Volk, but I couldn't leave you there. I don't know what happened to me, but since the moment I met you, I have been doubting everything." Mizuki smiled. "I thought I could get information out of you by making you like me, but I ended liking you myself. I can't bring myself to push those feelings aside."

Madara pulled her close. "Leave the Agency. Stay with me."

Mizuki smiled and kissed him. He kissed back, pushing her against the wall. "I can't leave the Agency." Madara tensed. "I need their help to take Gwen and Volk down. But I won't be returning anytime soon. I want to ask you again, Madara." The look in her eyes was serious. "What is the CEO of an important company doing in a criminal organization?"

Madara pressed his forehead against hers. "Running. I want to change the system, the same system that forced these guys and me to break their rules. Because of it, my family is gone. Because of them we have no other choice but to become the bad guys."

Mizuki looked at the ceiling. Madara was just another victim of the corrupt ways of the government. The system. It was what prevented her from going to a normal school, having a normal life like any girl like her should have. She was forced to become an Anbu agent due to being her father's daughter. She didn't have any option but to live in their facilities, and train to kill since she was only four. She had never stopped to think, maybe she was tired. Maybe she wanted to try to have a normal life for once, maybe she wanted to have a boyfriend and experience what people called love.

"I get it." Madara gulped. Mizuki met his eyes again. "You said the Prime Minister was your best friend, what happened?"

His vision darkened. "His brother had my family killed. He made one of his subordinates blackmail Itachi."

Mizuki widened her eyes. The Uchiha Massacre. That's what turned him into this. Five years ago, Madara was probably just a normal teenager like herself, trying to learn how to deal with life.

"My mother... what does she have to do with it?"

Madara turned off the water, and grabbed the soap. "I don't want to talk about it, Mizu. Not yet."

She understood. It was difficult for him. It wasn't until now that he let the walls around his heart fall around her. She shouldn't abuse his patience. She remained silent as he helped her clean herself. They didn't talk again. He rinsed her and then helped her out.