The man couldn't help but feel a overwhelming sense of pride as he looked down at his son, whom was barely a week old. In all his years, he had never held something so small. His large hands was enough to hide the bundle in his arms with little effort, he often loosened his hold every few minutes in fear of hurting the small infant in his arms.
He hadn't been by his wife, Uchiha Aura, side during his son's birth, something he highly regreted. He had been looking forward to the moment his child came into the world, it was the one thing he had desired ever since he found out he was going to a father. However, it wasn't his fault that he was unable to be at the hospital on time.
The Senju Clan decided to barge in to the village claiming war. Since he was the Head of the Clan, he was required to handle the issue, no matter how much he didn't want to. His time was wasted, in his opinion, since he couldn't get the Head of the Senju to agree to a peace treaty; Tobirama was stubborn to see logically.
He knew Tobirama had a high bloodlust assigned specifically to the Uchiha. Madara couldn't lecture the man; he had been a warrior who searched out his prey just to do kill. He knew he was no angel, but at least he gave up his violent ways to live a more peaceful life. The problem was: you just don't go on endless killing sprees for nearly a decade to decide that you want to settle down. Whatever enemies he had made still craved him dead as well as the Uchiha Clan.
Now he had a child and wife to protect, all he wanted was peace. His childhood consisted of nothing but war; it was the last thing he wanted his son to witness. Madara watched his three older brothers die, it had only been him and Izuna growing up in his teen years. As he thought more about it, he realized something.
For most his life, he had seen his father Uchiha Tajima as some monster. He remembered vividly watching the man slaughter men and women alike without a hint of hesitation. He realized now that he hadn't put the whole picture together, that giant piece was still missing. His father only started attacķing people after he was delivered the news of his youngest child's death at the hand of a Senju.
Holding his own son in his arms, Madara found himself admitting that his old man had been right on one thing: he could kill without regret to protect his child. He didn't want to imagine what his father must of went through emotionally. Madara had lost four brothers, it was agony for him. But his father had lost four sons, the traumatic pain he had to go through as he layed three of his children into the ground, only to bury a fourth child not even three years later. Madara had to admit, he had never looked through his father's perspective.
As he stared down at the baby in his arms, he felt at peace. His son was certainly an oddity to the Uchiha Clan, though. Typical Uchiha born members had black/brown hair, pale skin, and coal black eyes. While his son did have pale skin, it ended about there. The left side of his head was covered in jet black spiked hair. On the right side, however, a small patch of white was clearly visible. Instead of dark black eyes, bright golden orbs stared up at Madara, whom assumed the child's appearance to be as such due to his mother Aura not being a Uchiha. He didn't know what the Kurosaki Clan titled normal in their appearance, he had only ever met Aura whom had light pink almost white hair with deep emerald eyes.
Despite the surprising difference in the baby's appearance, Madara knew the child was his. While the baby did have un-Uchiha like eyes and hair, his whole facial structure took after Madara's exactly.
He couldn't help the small tug at his lips as the baby reached out towards him with a cooing sound. He watched as the baby grab a long strand of his hair before giving a toothless smile.
He was certain that his child would achieve true peace for future generations, he could feel it.