A sigh would escape from pale lips as their owner turns his back to the sight before him. Crimson stains the forest floor seeping from wounds on still warm bodies, why these fools dared to challenge him he truly did not know but nevertheless it no longer matters. Sandal clad feet begin to move into a sure direction, his home, he felt tired after the events that took place, moreover due to the fact it was night than the battle being exhausting. It wasn't too long before he stopped a moment in front of a cave before continuing to a door just inside, swiftly entering. Now inside he would go about his ritual upon coming in removing his sandals in the doorway then walking to his bedroom he would remove crimson armour leaving himself in just his black underclothing for a quiet night of rest. This was his plan but alas after taking his armour off a presence entered his home, although not an enemy this still proved troublesome as the person came to his room.
"Madara-san it's good to see you safe." a young girl would say a bit shyly. Dark straight hair going down to her shoulders with dark eyes to match, and skin slightly more pale than Madara's own she was indeed a beauty not that she would admit it. Currently a light blush adorned her cheeks and she was twirling a strand of hair while looking down at her feet.
"Did you doubt me?" Madara would ask no emotion escaping his voice although he was taking in the sight of the girl before him in an analytical manner.
"N-no… it's just...I worry," the girl frantically says before continuing, "I-I'm sorry, I will go."
Turning around she would start to walk quickly away, or she would try as a hand gripped her wrist in a tight hold. Admittedly Madara knew why she was here he was just unsure how to proceed with her. He hadn't really considered a relationship prior but this girl had an infatuation with him, one that he did not mind which surprised himself. He did genuinely enjoy her company as well and so here he was preventing her now from leaving.
A quick tug towards his bed, meant to have her to where she could land sitting, however a bit too much force was used and she wound up just falling onto her back atop the mattress. A sigh escaping his mouth Madara now stood there waiting for the girl to sit up knowing if he moved what had just happened would be misinterpreted. Finally, after a moment of laying there wide eyed, she slowly pushed herself up before he spoke.
"I apologize for upsetting you, Akari," he would say uncharacteristically, " I was attacked however as you see I am fine." he finishes in a softer tone.
"I see," Akari replied before adding, "Hey Madara-san do you remember how we met?"
The fact of the matter is he did very vividly, in a matter of being in the right place at the right time. It was night and not in the most favorable conditions by any means, as he recalled he may have actually been injured somewhat at the time. Akari, now she was in an awful state at the time, perhaps it even being a miracle that she is alive now. It was not a fond memory for this fact but one nonetheless.
"Why do you ask?" he says answering in his own question watching the young girl.
"N-no reasons, please don't mind me," she replies rapidly now sitting up and moving quickly to the door. "Well it is late out I will leave you to rest." she finishes before leaving, not just the room but the residence as a whole.
Madara stays alert until he can no longer sense her in the area before finally managing to get to his bed to lay down. He stares at the ceiling a while trying to figure out why Akari would bring up their meeting. Unable to come to a conclusion however he pulls his blanket to cover himself and proceeds to drift asleep.