Hey! Thanks for reading! This story follows Madara and Hashirama as they create their childhood dream village and become closer along the way :) the ratings on this might go up depending on my mood on how graphic I want this to go.
The first two chapters are not very in detail but who really wants to go into detail about childbirth? haha so please bear with me
Please keep in mind I'm super dyslexic so if you see any errors or mistakes feel free to bring them up but nothing hateful just friendly advice :). Read and please make sure you review! reviews keep me motivated! feel free to review or pm me with your reviews.
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"This doesn't feel right!" Sakura wailed, as another wave of pain flowed over her body. Her head collapsed down on the stack of pillows keeping her propped up and she shook it side to side, tears streaming down her cheeks, sweating beading on her forehead and making her hair stick to her face. Her light pink nightgown had been pushed up past her small bulging stomach so one of the old women in the room could push and press on the child inside. A blanket was thrown over her propped up knees to hide parts that didn't need to be seen. Sakura's mind was in overload. It was too early for this baby to come. As a joke, she liked to think of herself as an expert in the subject because of the four sons she's had prior. But as a medical ninja she had seen what happens to the infants who were born this early, she had never seen one that lived past a few hours.
Kneeling besides her head her second son, Itachi, with dark serious eyes but pink flushed cheeks, dabbed at the sweat on her forehead with a cool cloth. Her body was burning but why did she feel so cold. She looked up at Itachi and wanted to sob looking at his face. His lips twitched into a small smile trying to reassure her silently. This wasn't fair to him. It wasn't fair that he was in here trying to comfort her. No young boy wanted to be there while his mother thrashed around and screamed giving birth.
"Mama! Mama! What's wrong?" Two small voices echoed from the other side of the door. Her youngest sons, Obito and Sasuke. Sakura's oldest son, Shisui jumped up from besides one of the older Clan women, they were preparing towels and hot water. In a flash Shisui was at the sliding door jamming it shut with a nearby broom. "It's okay!" He called trying to keep his voice light. "Don't worry! Just stay out there!"
"Mama's fine, Obito! Sasuke!" Sakura called trying to make her voice just as light as Shisui's but failed as the sharp pain made her voice crack and a sob bubbled up on her lips.
Her head collapsed back down on the pillow. "It's okay, Mother..." Itachi whispered to her. "You're doing good..."
"This is wrong," she cried. She looked up to one of the three Clan women who had come to help. They were old and frail but respected among the Uchiha Clan. Sakura only teased about being a birthing expert but these women were the real experts. Each of them had, had up to 10 children of their own and dozens of grandchildren. They had assisted in the birth of every single Uchiha child.
Their wrinkly faces were dark and stern. Each of them had their own job and they worked automatically after all their years of practice. Their long dark hair were tied up into high buns on the back of their heads and their blank sleeves of their robes were pushed up past their elbows, to anyone on the street they could be intimidating for little old women. Again the one pressed on Sakura's stomach and the pressure was almost unbearable. It was like she was trying to force the child inside her to make its way down.
Sakura squeezed her eyes shut trying not to scream again. She had to be strong for her sons. It wasn't fair that her oldest sons had to be in here to see this and it wasn't fair that her poor little sons were stuck outside listening to her scream. Her mind didn't settle down as she silently did the math. Almost 4 months...this child was almost 4 months too early. She had just started to be able to feel it kick and move just a few weeks ago. Her last check up the baby had only been a pound. It hasn't grown that much since. It wouldn't live...It wouldn't be strong enough to live.
In between her legs she felt a rush of something hot and wet. "More towels, now!" The woman between her knees barked and red faced Shisui quickly handed her a stack of clean towels. She pulled away rags, drenched in hot red blood. Shisui's stomach turned but he had to be strong for his mother.
Wide green eyes looked up at Itachi. Sakura lifted a weak, shaky hand to stroke his thin cheek. "Where is your Father? Where's Madara? I need him, Itachi..." she whispered.
"Mother..." Itachi bit his lip. "He left earlier...A fought broke out between some members of the Clan and the Senju...He and Uncle Izuna went to resolve it..."
She blinked in surprise. Sakura hadn't known, Madara had left to fight. She thought that perhaps he and Izuna were off training in the woods like they always were. It had been late when she arrived back from her house rounds, checking up on her patients. By the time she cooked dinner and put the little ones to bed she had been exhausted but feeling this pain so she had called for the elder Clan women. It wasn't unusual for Madara to miss dinner and come home late. She was used to him crawling into bed beside her late night or even early morning. Panic bubbled in her chest.
"N-no!"
"We sent for him-" the woman at her stomach snipped. Her dark eyes flashed to Sakura's watery green eyes. These woman had lived their entire lives in war. Not only had they delivered children, but they had buried children. They have healed the wounded who came back from the battlefield weather man or child. None of them believed in sugar coating anything. It was better to know the full truth. "I will not lie that I have never seen a child this young survive. The Clan Leader will want to be here to say goodbye to his child."
Shisui's and Itachi's skin went cold and their stomachs knotted up. Sakura's heart pounded but she swallowed her sob. She had known. She just wished Madara would be here soon.
"Mama..." the little sobs outside the door were soft and pitiful.
"How long are we going to keep doing this, Madara?" Hashirama demanded. Their swords clashed together with a piercing metal screech. Both the warriors gritted their teeth, the pressure they both applied were equal keeping the swords locked together. Each of them not budging. Finally they both jumped back realizing the attempt was useless.
They both panted for air. Hashirama straighten from his defensive stance. He was exhausted. This constant battling was wearing on him. He was still a young man and if this continued he would look old and grey like this late father. Madara was looking the same way. Soon he would look like his father. Hashirama was tiered of this constant fighting over silly things that could be compromised a different way. Madara was his childhood friend, he wanted it to go back that way. "Madara..." Hashirama said slowly, lowering his sword. "I have seen your sons Shisui and Itachi on the battlefield before...Is that what you want? You want them to die young like our brothers have?"
The night breeze was cool across their skin. Madara growled at his childhood rival. "Shut up, Hashirama!"
"It must be painful-" Hashirama interrupted. "To send them into battle but I know you have no choice as a Clan Leader. You have to set an example to the others even if that means risking your own children...But that will mean in a few years you will also have to send your younger sons, Obito and Sasuke, right? And sources say you also have another on the way..."
"Shut. Up." Madara growled again darkly. His red eyes flashed in the darkness. The moonlight rested and shined off his messy black hair.
Hashirama shrugged sadly, closing his eyes. As if it were yesterday, he could see the two of them talking by the river. He could see Madara's hard crooked smile as they talked about their dream. It had been years since he has seen that smile. Things have changed dramatically for the worst. But Hashirama still held onto that childish dream no matter what. No matter how much his younger brother scolded him for it, no matter how many times the Clan elders had told him he was foolish. He wasn't letting the dream go. Especially not now. Not when his childhood friend was hurting. Though Madara's face never wavered from that hard look, Hashirama knew it must hurt him to send his children into battle. Those two boys were young, neither of them older than 10 yet. Madara had married young to a young woman he had been promised to since they were children. They had children only a few years apart. Hashirama had recognized Shisui on the battlefield at the age of 7. Shisui and Itachi were both highly skilled but it was too much danger for them to be out here with adults who have been fighting this war for years.
A village were children didn't have to die...That was their dream. A village where they could remain friends and live in peace. Memories of their childhood flashed in Hashirama's mind and he would do anything to be innocent, carefree kids again. To skip rocks with Madara, to train together...to lay in the soft grass besides each other again, their fingertips brushing against each other's while they gazed up at the clouds. Hashirama's stomach turned in longing.
"Enough day dreaming, Hashirama." Madara shouted across the space between them.
Hashirama looked up but someone over Madara's shoulder caught his eye.
"Madara! Clan Leader Madara!" The young man was shouting above the loud clanging metal of weapons and the shouts or groans of the wounded, waving his arms above his head. The young man, just in his teens weaved between the battles and the exhausted warriors running closer to them.
In a flash Hashirama's brother, Tobirama stood in front of the young man with his guard up ready to protect his brother. Not but a split second later Madara's brother, Izuna stood in between the two, protecting his Clans member. Tobirama gritted his teeth and glared at the shorter, long haired Uchiha's. Izuna smirked cockily.
Madara glanced over his shoulder but never dropped his guard.
The young man slowed to a jog behind Izuna still waving his arms. "Clan Leader Madara, my grandmother sent me! Your wife, Sakura, she's in labor!"
"Labor?" Izuna mumbled, looking at the Uchiha over his shoulder.
"It's too early for that." Madara sneered.
The young man nodded anxiously his short black hair in disarray. "Yes, sir! I know. That's why you must come right away!"
"Are you sure?" Izuna demanded.
"Yes! Please, you have to come now!"
Hashirama looked into Madara's face trying to read past that hard expression. He knew it was to early for this child to be born, it had only been a few months. His own heart tugged for his friend. Finally Hashirama looked up and around at the battlefield. Everyone was exhausted this battle had gone way into the night. Equal amounts of Uchiha and Senju lay on the ground, wounded or exhausted. There were no casualties tonight and he planned on keeping it that way. It was time to abandon this battle.
Hashirama dropped his sword, letting it clang to the rock below and he raised his long arms into the air. "We surrender this battle. Go to your wife, Madara. Let both Uchiha and Senju collect their wounded in peace and part from here."
"Elder brother!" Tobirama shouted but his brother shot him a burning glare. Grudgingly Tobirama looked back to his rival Izuna and glowered dropping his own sword.
Izuna snickered and lowered his own sword, his red eyes still shining reading any surprise attack Tobirama had planned.
"Clan Leader Madara!" The young grandson called again when the warrior didn't move from his position.
"Madara..." Hashirama said seriously. "Go. But remember it doesn't have to be this way. You don't have to send those children to their death."
Finally Madara straightened shaking his head. "When are you going to grow up, Hashirama? It can never be like that."
He turned swiftly, his long hair whipping back he brushed past his younger brother and the two followed the young man off the battlefield.
Hashirama hung his head, breathing heavily. Madara...He mouthed a prayer for his friend and his family.
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