Akatsuki and her sister were what you would call polar opposites. One would freely show all her emotions, while the other would hide behind and emotionless façade, only once in a while letting it falter. Akatsuki never cared that much about appearances (though most males would appose to this, as she was voted most beautiful in the entire Uchiha clan), unlike her sister, who no matter how much make-up she put on, how many nice kimonos she owned, she always came second in comparison to her sister. Akatsuki was also very deadly, she knew all poisons and their antidotes, but the woman (she had just turned 19, the age of our dear Madara-sama), was merciless and cold-hearted. Her sister though was a delicate, kind-hearted girl (though a bit snobby, and annoying in her sisters point of view) that wished no harm to anyone, that included animals and bugs alike (except spiders, she hated the eight-legged demons).

"Akatsuki! Akatsuki! Should I wear the pink kimono or the yellow one with the golden butterfly print!" yelled her sister in all her glory, bursting through her sister's, Akatsuki's room.

"Amaterasu, it doesn't matter. You'll look fine in either of them," Akatsuki sighed running a hand through shoulder length raven black curls, which framed her face perfectly.

"I can't look fine! I must look perfect to impress Madara-sama!" Amaterasu screamed.

"What about Izuna-sama? You were gawking all over him just last week," Akatsuki reminded her of her previous affections emotionlessly.

"That was ages ago!" she screamed. Akatsuki sighed. She swore the whole clan could hear her screaming.

"Like I said before, that was just last week," she sighed annoyance laced into her usually cold, emotionless voice.

"That doesn't matter now! I must dress to impress!" she bellowed.

"If I tell you which kimono to wear, will you go away and leave me in peace?" Akatsuki spoke in a monotone.

"Yes! I promise!" Amaterasu squealed with glee. She really respected her sister's opinion; after all she was her older sister, thus wiser if only by a year. (Yes she was 18, the beloved Izuna's age.)

"The yellow one is more elegant. The pink one is just too childish. Always pick elegance; it is the key factor to beauty, and to impressing a man such as Madara and even Izuna. Though most girls would think a more seductive type of kimono would be better it wouldn't look good for the future clan leader and his brother to pick such revolting women. That also means I don't want to see you dressed like that either. Also make sure to use your manners and to keep your dignity and pride but also show a bit of your personality so you are not a boring stick in the mud. Now leave before I force you," Akatsuki stated. Amaterasu stared in awe. For someone as scary, cruel, and cold-hearted as her she sure knew what she was talking about when it came to getting men to fall for her. No wonder she was second compared to her sister.

"Thank-you, Onee-chan," Amaterasu said sweetly before skipping off to her room to change. Akatsuki let out an annoyed sigh It was the night of the clan fast, as the elders called it. But everyone knew it was just an excuse to get all the 'single' young people married off or at least into an arranged marriage.

Akatsuki chose a long kimono; opposite of what she usually wore a short black knee-length kimono with red clouds (sound familiar?). She had made and designed it herself. The kimono she chose to wear tonight was a dark blue kimono with a black and white print going around it. As Akatsuki left she heard a crash coming from Amaterasu's room.

"Amaterasu, are you ok?" Akatsuki's voice sounded through the house, lacking any concern.

"Yes! I'm fine… heh, heh, heh…" Amaterasu nervously yelled back. Growling with frustration and annoyance Akatsuki walked in to see the mess inside the once clean room.

"What happened? Hm?" the clearly annoyed Uchiha asked.

"Well… um, y-you see… I was tr-trying to fix m-my hair and, and, well, I c-couldn't reach and essential o-ornament, and well, you see…" she trailed off, gesturing to the giant mess.

"Father will be disappointed," Akatsuki bluntly stated, "here let me help."

"Thank-you, Onee-chan, again," Amaterasu mumbled while Akatsuki got to work.

"Done," she said as she stood up as soon as she was satisfied with the way it looked.

"Wow! It looks great, Onee-chan!" Amaterasu exclaimed while she checked herself out, in the mirror.

"Come on," Akatsuki grumbled, wanting the night to be over soon, as the two made their way out.

"You two look gorgeous," a woman in her mid-forties with long black, graying hair put up in a bun, stated, causing the younger sister to blush and smile cheekily, while the older one of the two just grunted a 'hn'.

"Arigato, Ocasa, (thank-you, mother)" they both said in unison.

"Go catch the eye of some handsome, strong, and rich man!" their mother exclaimed.

"Mother!" Amaterasu exclaimed, clearly embarrassed.

Oh, I'm just joking! He can be mildly rich!" their mother beamed. Akatsuki just grunted in response while Amaterasu blushed madly.

"We better get going now Mother. We don't wan to be late," Akatsuki stated through gritted teeth.

"Yes, yes, yes! We don't want to make a bad impression on all the handsome future husbands, now do we? Oh ho ho ho ho!" their mother laughed loudly somewhat disturbing the two girls.

"Go get em' girls make your father proud!" she exclaimed.

"Goodbye Mother!" they both said in unison as they finally started off. "They grow up so fast," the Uchiha woman sighed watching her daughters go on, "they better get a good husband and give me some grandchildren! Oh ho ho ho ho!" the playful glint in her coal black eyes.

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"Madara-san? Are you ready?" asked a quiet yet firm voice.

"I'm coming Izuna. I just hate these gatherings I have more important things to do!" a deep voice boomed.

"Like what? Lounge around all day and occasionally flirt with a maid when in desperate need of entertainment?" Izuna scoffed.

"I am now taking over my duties as the clan leader! AND I WOULD NEVER FLIRT WITH A MAID!" he angrily shouted back.