The happiness I felt after having fucked the man I loved for the first time didn't last.

I walked home feeling light in my heart, looking forward to laying down in my bed to just go through everything that had happened, think about how happy I was, how lucky I was to have him.

We had talked for hours afterwards, using his robe as a blanked but naked still, surrounded by the beauty of that glade that had been the backdrop of the most important moment of both of our lives. We had done something we had never dared to do before, which was talk about a future together. It didn't matter to us if we had to be hidden, if our love needed to be stoved away; we wanted and needed nothing but the other. We had always talked a lot about every topic under the sun and around it, but after we had become one, it seemed as if our conversations had deepened even further. It was the best feeling in the world.

We had held each other, promising to look out for each other and protect each other in the battle that would occur the day after, and to meet in this glade afterwards, both of us knowing that what had just happened would happen again because now we'd opened this Pandora's box, there was no way we could close it, ever again.

But as I came home, I immediately felt the presence of a foul chakra. It was my father, standing in front of me with his arms crossed.

"You've been seeing that Uchiha boy." He sputtered the name as if it was poison. I felt my heart sink. "There's no need to try and hide it. I sent my spies after you." 

I furrowed my brows and swallowed. I could feel my fists clench. It wasn't embarrassment that consumed me as one night think, embarrassment that someone had seen me in the most intimate moment of my life. It was rather a rage, a rage that that beautiful moment between me and the man I loved was shared with someone that wasn't us. How dare he? How dare he spy on me? 

My father started walking in circles around me, then stopped behind me.

"You are to kill him in battle tomorrow."

Whatever I had expected, it wasn't this. I spun round.

"Are you out of your Goddamn mind?!" 

He slapped me.

My father slapped my face.

Oh, the humiliation.

"I wasn't asking", he said. "If you refuse, I will make sure he's killed. And I will make his death long and unbearable. Torture him, one might call it." 

I swallowed. I knew about the torture methods of the Senju clan. I would rather die myself than have Izuna live through that.

But father had other plans.

"If you run off and tell him, I will kill him. If you kill yourself, I will kill him. If you get yourself killed, I will kill him. Izuna is strong. But I am the head of the clan. I will tell all of my men ambush him, and he does not stand a chance against that." He turned and walked away. "It's your choice", was the final thing he said.