Author's Note: I participated in the UchiSaku Week on Tumblr about a month ago and when I did so I also posted my MadaSaku Week fanfics (since I hadn't been able to post them back in May). I'm now (finally) uploading all of them on here. I'll be posting all of the MadaSaku week Posts together here and then I'll post all of the fanfics from UchiSaku week together in a different post.

Enjoy!

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Warning: Major Character Death

Prompt:

Day One: [theme: family] clan / no other clan treasured love more than the uchiha / curse of hatred

The Uchiha matriarch retired to her rooms, her silk and velvet mourning gown swirling around her like a silent storm. In her old age, her gait was smaller than it had been once before and her frame was a bit stooped, but these facts did not hinder her in pulling her bedroom's massive antique door closed. The slam made a deafening echo in the vacant upper floor of her townhouse. Putting her shoulder into it, she forced the old lock into place to assure her privacy from the nosey servants that roamed the floors below. Her grief had been building up inside of her since the moment Madara's heart had stopped beating. Now, in this moment, it rose into a violent crescendo.

She stalked over to the open balcony curtains. Pausing for only a moment to cast a sneer down at the happy people below, she pulled the heavy drapery shut. Her husband hadn't even been dead a season yet, but she had been left to mourn him on her own.

The nerve of the arrogant fools around her!

Oh, how grateful the people were to see that her husband was the first to go!

She heard their whispers. She knew what they thought. They had all heard the old stories surrounding her husband's clan. They heard them and they feared them. They were terrified that the Curse of Hatred would drive him mad if he'd lost her. Her, the beloved wife. They all feared the idea of a Madara Uchiha that wasn't tempered and calmed by his ever present wife. Fools!

Sakura pushed back a loose strand of her ever whitening hair as she tried to reign in her fury and tears. True, she had married into the clan, but she had lived as the Uchiha Matriarch for over sixty years now. Regardless of what family she may have been born to, she was now an Uchiha to her core. She carried the Curse of Hatred within her just as she had once carried the clan's future heirs. It ran deep in her veins and carried her grief into her every fiber. Every day spent alone without her beloved husband felt like torture and tore at her heart. She tempered him but he tempered her as well. They were two halves of the same soul and it was a cruel joke by the gods to not let them leave this world together.

How dare those fools make light of her pain? How dare they wish death for her husband? They warmly, happily, enjoyed the very cause of her misery and for that, she'd see them all burn.

Author's Note:

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