Beta'd by the wonderful ' epkbutle ' ! Edited: 14th September, 2015

Madara gave a sigh as the Senju finally called for a retreat. He had been killing and fighting for more than an hour now. He turned his eyes back to the path he had been running on during the battle that started within an isolated clearing and then suddenly shifted towards one of the civilian villages, which was caught in the battle's bloody path of death. Pity really, but that was normal for the era.

'All our talk about building our own village looks like nothing but a fool's dream', thought Madara. After all this was a time of war where the strong were the only ones who survived; who ruled.

"Madara-ani, we will return to the compound now." the older Uchiha turned to look at his younger brother. He was shorter than him by a few inches and clad in his black armor with their clan symbol, the uchiwa, covered with dry blood. Although the younger Uchiha had a small smile on his pale face, his eyes were haunted. A ten year old child forced to kill since he turned 7 summers old.

'I still have one younger brother and I will protect him no matter what', thought Madara. He'd lost two brothers and he would be six feet under before he lost his brother, Izuna, too. "Hn" Madara grunted in response before turning back towards their home with his younger brother on his heels. They walked at a slow pace, yet their backs were straight and slightly tense seeing as they were still on the battle field. His onyx eyes skimmed the remains of his kinsmen. Some were wounded and being supported by the ones that were strong enough to help, others were sealing the corpses of their kin into simple sealing scrolls, and a few lucky ones were walking around without major injury, just a few scratches here and there, like himself and his Otōto. They might have won that battle but the war with the Senju was still ongoing.

"Pity, this village was lost on our way to victory" the older Uchiha stated as he stared from the corner of his eyes toward his brother who walked a pace behind him and to his right. The sad, grim look on the face of his brother, as his eyes wondered over to the village's ashes, bothered him. But even so, he didn't have anything to say to comfort him. The village was a civilian one; full of weaklings. It was their own fault for being weak. They should have allied themselves with a shinobi clan. Maybe then, they might have survived. But even then, their chances of survival were slim at best. This was a battle between THE Uchiha and Senju. The two most powerful clans in Hi no Kuni; no other clan would be stupid enough to interfere just to save some civilians especially since they only offer maybe a few silver coins.

"Did you hear that?" questioned Izuna. Madara stood at attention, as his brother's keen senses were much better than his own, seeing as Izuna had better chakra control than him. Izuna suddenly bolted toward the left within the ruins of the village. He clicked his tongue and then followed with his sword in hand. He slowed his pace once he saw his brother crouched down beside a child. He could tell that the child was younger than him but still older than his brother. The child had long hair that was covered in so much blood that he couldn't even tell its color. He didn't give a second glance toward it after all it would die for sure.

"Leave it, Izuna. We have to prepare for the next battle with the Senju." The indifferent and impassive tone made Izuna frown. Izuna turned to his brother and argued "but, she is still alive".

"It will ..." started Madara

"She ... is a girl, aniue. At least let us try to save her. She is still alive." stated Izuna.

Madara narrowed his eyes at the younger child. His brother seemed to have forgotten how his clan was short of medics. They would not waste their precious supplies on a child, a civilian child at that, especially one that would not benefit the clan in any way.

"Izuna, it... she has tons of burns and she's covered with her own blood. Her chances of survival are non-existent. She is a civilian and not a part of our clan. Think as a clan head's son for once and stop acting with this senseless sympathy. If you want to end her suffering … kill her." Madara's blank stare made Izuna flinch. He hated when his brother stared at him with such an expression. He racked his mind for a way to save the girl as he lowered his gaze from Madara's, biting his lower lip in worry. "Can we ... at least … take her to a civilian village and let them try to save her? ... Please aniue." He kept his gaze on the ground waiting for an answer.

"Tch" clicked Madara. Izuna lifted his face with such speed that made Madara thought that he'd break his neck. "Go to the compound. I will take her. I'm the fastest between us after all", Madara sighed. The smile and the immediate brightening of Izuna's eyes made Madara's lips twitch upward for a moment.

"Un" Izuna nodded and then bolted off to follow the rest of their kin.

Madara once he felt that his brother was out of his sensing range, turned with his impassive mask back on his face. 'It ... the girl', he corrected his thought, 'her breaths were shallow and labored. She would surely die.' he had no doubt about it. He crouched to the ground and lifted her with an ethereality that shocked even himself. He was a warrior; he shouldn't be gentle! The 14 summer old child warrior was surprised at her lightness. He softly corrected his hold and then ran towards the closest village he could sense.

Madara inwardly frowned at the villager who was frightened of him after he shunshin-ed in front of him. "Where is the healer of this village?" Madara asked curtly. The villager was a man older than him by a few years yet he was shaking with fear. "Civilians", he scoffed and glared at the man waiting for an answer. But then again, his aura reeked of war and death and his sudden appearance, with a soon to be corpse made him quite the intimidating figure, so he waited with a patience he wasn't known for, until the man finally pointed toward the direction of what he assumed was the healer.

Madara hadn't given any indication that he had come there in peace. His presence in the village's streets made the rest of the villagers scurry away from him in haste clearing the road for the ninja that seemed wouldn't have a second thought before killing them. He reached a hut and called with a clear voice for whoever was inside to come and present themselves to him, with an authority that came from being the heir of the proud and strong Uchiha clan. An elderly woman came out steadily without fear which made him nod his head appreciatively, before dumping the girl in her arms. "It is your responsibility now. Heal it or leave it to its death, the choice is yours woman" and with that he left for his home.

He didn't notice the girl's startling blue eyes open and then become wide with shock that quickly changed into hatred, then loathsomeness and finally settled into confusion before they rolled backwards into her head once more as she fell back into unconsciousness.

So what do you think? My first Naruto fan-fic and it is in the clan warring era. Please review and if you find any grammar mistakes of spelling errors don't be shy to tell me 3