Dunno where this came from, but it implies MadaMei. Ship it. Even though it makes no sense.
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Terumi Mei prided herself on many things. Being Mizukage meant she was among the most powerful shinobi in the world. A role model for kunoichi everywhere. Being married to Uchiha Madara didn't necessarily hurt her reputation either, even if he was difficult to deal with sometimes.
When she gave birth to her two boys, they were beautiful. Her oldest had the brightest smile she'd ever seen, and the younger had wondrous eyes; always curious, always attentive.
She tried to raise them equally. Telling them that love was stronger than hatred, sweet food could make you happy if you were sad, and water is life. She let Madara handle the strict things-their training, knowledge of their clan, so on. She liked to watch them, an adoring smile on her painted lips. She prided herself in being a mother, seeing her sons grow up with confidence and ambition.
So when her husband came home a dark night, their older son in his arms, battered and mutilated, Mei's heart broke in two. She did her best to heal his limbs, to fix his disfigured face. She had been crying over his unconscious body for weeks, mourning my son, my poor son. Obito's body recovered, but he never smiled again.
When her younger son died, she was in denial. They told her he had died by drowning, and she had said no, not my Shisui he's a fantastic swimmer, he loves water. He was missing his eyes. Mei's world shattered.
But now, as an aging woman that had long passed the mantle down, she stared into the amber eyes of her grandson. A grandson. He had onyx black hair that curled like Shisui's, and a smile like Obito's. "What's his name, Obito-chan?"
"Tetsuo."
And, in the matter of seconds that Tetsuo woke to blink and grin an infant's gummy smile at her, Mei's world slowly lifted from the ashes to make itself new again.
"He is beautiful."