Another Chance

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Chapter 21:

I was in a state of shock, my whole  body paralyzed.

I, Madara Uchiha, has lost my first kiss in this new life.

---to a man.

In my past life I had my fair share of women, although they were always scared of me, some even tried to run after that idiot Hashirama.

Have they no taste?

My eye twitched remembering my situation as I raised my hand to touch my lips. I felt rage build up in me, to be kissed by a man,  on their own birthday! This was just too much!

But before I could get into action and  activate my sharingan to destroy him, he collapsed to the ground, blood started to drop to  the green grass below as it turned from green to red

Did he kiss me because he has never kissed a woman in his life? Did  he wish to give away his first kiss before he dies?

What a...

"Idiot." I said through gritted teeth as I narrowed my eyes.

He simply smiled up at me, even  though he was hurt his smile seemed so genuine. "--Madara." He mumbled out. "..I'm glad.. I could see you again."

I didn't know how to respond, so many emotions ran through his eyes yet only one ran through mine, --confusion.

Who was this?

I shook my head, why am I still standing here talking like this to a psychotic dying man? Perhaps he could see the future? Is that how he  knew my name?

"Why are you injured?" I asked, was he perhaps ambushed by a group of shinobi and somehow managed to escape? Or  perhaps he fought off an entire group but one managed to deal a sneak attack on him injuring a lethal spot?

"Ah.." He  laughed then coughed up blood, but that  same smile was still on his face.

Is he insane? A masochist?

"A failed jutsu...I was practicing this new jutsu but I guess I overexerted myself."

I facepalmed, to kill yourself just to complete a jutsu? He really was insane!

"But you don't have to worry, my regeneration is really fast, I'll make out of this alive."

I gave him a look of disbelief, not even I, Madara Uchiha would push myself to this extent, I would only do this if there was a  healer I knew around.

But to simply rely on your regeneration? Who could be more insane?

I huffed and turned around, preparing to leave.

"Y-You're going...to leave..?" He stuttered out.

"Of course I will, I have no more reason to stay here, since you yourself have confirmed that you'll be fine.

"I-I may turn out to be fine, b-but it doesn't mean that I don't need help!"

I sighed, what reason would I have to help him? I gave him a once-over and rolled my eyes...he really does look pitiful.

I'd forgive him for stealing my lips, but only because he had done something so stupid, plus karma has  already come on his face, I don't think I need to 'karma' it up even more.

Ripping a piece of fabric from my kimono, I went nearer to him.

"E-Eh? W-What are you doing?"

"What do you think, you idiot? Now quit moving as I treat your wound."

For  a while there was only silence around us, for me it was comfortable, but I can't say the same for him, the way he tenses up everytime my fingers accidentally brushes against his skin, or the way he keeps trembling.

Perhaps his jutsu failed so bad that even a single touch could hurt him like this?

"I haven't gotten your name." I said still putting my attention  on his wound.

"Y-You don't recognize me?"

I looked at him incredulously. Am I supposed to recognize a stranger I had only gotten to know today?

Suddenly he stood up, the poorly dressed bandage I had put on him was removed as he put it in his pocket and turned around.

"Oy! Idiot! What the hell are you doing? You're still injured!"

Suddenly he placed his hand on top of his chest. "The injury here, is more painful."

What in the world was he saying? Was he injured in the chest too? What kind of justu was he practicing?

Before I knew it he started to walk away as if the injury he once had did not exist, almost as if he had suddenly turned completely fine.

"You're really not going to tell me your name?" I asked.

He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me, for some reason this scene looked oddly familiar...

"No-pe." He said with a smile as he looked away once more. "I want you to remember my name all by yourself."

"Atleast tell me what job you have! Your occupation! Perhaps maybe then, I could remember." I exclaimed.

"Hm..I'm a shinobi--that's still a job isn't it?" He answered, suddenly he stood still and stayed quiet as if he was thinking about something. "But the job I really wish to have..."

What?
An assassin? A murderer?--wait no, isn't that what shinobi's already do? Kill and take assassination missions.
After all, there was still no anbu here.

Or perhaps he wants to work in a local dango shop, to pursue a dream of cooking?

"Is to be your husband."