Before the fight
Chapter 4: Green eyed Uchiha
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Thoughts
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Recap
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Indra stared at his brother a few feet away from him; his arms were spread out behind him keeping his three sons, two daughters and wife partially hidden from view. It had been nearly a decade since he last saw his baby brother.
"Asura," Indra growled lowly, his eyes bled crimson as he glared hatefully at his younger brother. "What do you want?"
"The girl," Asura growled back, his black eyes glaring furiously at Indra's crimson orbs. "Where is Shunsetsu?" Indra smirked back at him and readied himself for a particularly nasty fight.
"Like I'd tell you," Indra mocked he readied his sword in one hand and formed a hand sign with the other. "You'll never find her."
"You traitor," Asura growled, tears threatening his eyes. "Father ordered us to protect her!" Asura cried as he charged, Indra met him half way.
"You'll never get her!" Indra cried out, he knew his wife would take their children off to a safe location, he also knew that he wasn't going to survive this particular fight. So he made the decision to take his brother down with him.
"Die!"
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End recap
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Several centuries later
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"Hay have you ever heard of the green eyed Uchiha?" a young man asked softly as he eyed a group of men sitting at a table nearby, they each had a red and white fan on their backs—they were Uchiha's.
"No, why?" replied the man's friend, interest gleaming in his eyes. Completely unaware of the fact that said group of Uchiha's where suddenly watching them wirily. "I thought all Uchiha's had black eyes and hair?"
"Well not all of them have black hair, some have brown and I've seen one with a dingy gray-white color before." Corrected the previous man, he wasn't so unaware of the group, but he was unaware of the watchers a few feet behind his person; a group of young men with a double headed trident sewn onto their clothing.
"I heard a rumor about the green eyed Uchiha, apparently they're the strongest member in the entire Uchiha clan, not only that, but the green eyed Uchiha is always female and as soon as one dies another, somewhere in the clan, is born again. Apparently there can only be one green eyed Uchiha at a single time."
"That sounds like a bad joke," commented the second man as he leaned back in his chair. "I've never heard of any green eyed Uchiha and what about the Sharingan? Would this so called green eyed Uchiha have the Sharingan?"
"Nope," the first man shook his head. "I heard that she's completely incapable of using anything that's related to the clan, including the Sharingan."
"Oh yeah?" the second man asked, a smirk twisting his lips. "How do you know?" his friend's answering smirk was only slightly disturbing, he wasn't going to like the answer.
"I've met her."
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"I can't belief you!" Cried out a tall, well built man, his black formal dress had the Uchiha crest on his back. "You know why you mustn't ever leave these grounds!" The young woman before him flinched, her white kimono was lightly rimmed in pink flowers with golden stems and her long black hair spilled over one shoulder as her bangs hid her eyes from view. "What if you'd met a Senju? Huh? What then?"
"But father—!" the girl lifted her head slightly but was quickly cut off.
"You'd have been killed! How many times must I tell you?" the man was walking back and forth in front of her. How many times have I told you? Why can't you listen?!
"But the other—!"
"The Senju would kill you given the first chance!" the man snapped out again, he crouched down on the floor and clasped the young woman by her shoulders, his figures in a nearly bruising grip. "They fear you so they will kill you! You mustn't ever leave this compound—it's for your safety!"
"But father the others—"
"Promise me," the man growled lowly as he shook the girl in his hands. "Promise me you'll never leave this compound ever again."
"But the others," the girl whispered, tears leaking from her hidden eyes. "I remember them, all of them." raised her hands and whipped at her cheeks angrily, revealing a single emerald eye. "We've all been cooped up in this compound since birth! We're tired of it!" the man's eyes widened a hint of red peaking through their black irises.
"We remember everything!" the girl cried, her figures twisting into her father's sleeves. "We know everything from the very first Midori! We remember everything from her to me and the memories never stop! They flow and flow like an endless river..." the girl let her tears fall freely, her eyes swimming like the deep green pools of the deepest springs. "All we want is to breathe and you do nothing but choke us. All we want is to run free in the wind and you bind us here with chains and spells. All we want is to feel the wind but you just lock us up!"
"Mi-Midori…" the man whispered softly, his shoulders slumped as he stared wide eyed at the small woman before him, she was barely sixteen and she had already awoken the memories of her predecessors. "All of them?" the man questioned softly, he sat heavily on his knees, fear echoing clouding his eyes. "You remember all of them? Even the first one? How is that even possible?"
"It's because when we die we don't truly die," the young woman, Midori, answered softly as she whipped at her eyes and sniffed softly. "When it's time to reseal Shun-chan the soul that she is attached to gets pulled out and becomes a part of the seal for Shun-chan's new cage."
"Then what was the last thing did I said to you?" the man asked, doubt etched onto his face while a wirily hope was half hidden in his dark eyes. "I mean the last thing I said to you in your previous life?"
"You mean the last thing you said to aunty?" Midori whispered softly as new tears threatened her eyes. What cruel words you used to speak… how cold you used to be…
"Yes…" the man whispered, his hands shook as he clasped them in his lap. "What was the last thing that I said to Midori-nee?"
"'I wished you died instead'"
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Several years later
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"Do you wish to save her?" a voice echoed in her mind, a new pain racked through her body, she was too soon; her baby couldn't possibly survive being born so soon. "Do you wish to save her?"
"Please" Midori whispered, fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. "Please, safe her… safe her…" she closed her eyes as she let out a blood chilling scream as her body rejected her new child.
"Release me…" the voice whispered softly, almost motherly. "…release me and she shall live in return…" Midori stared at the huge gates before her, the candles around her were already blown out, their respective soul floating around her lazily, watching her. All she had to do was rip the paper off, it was the last seal and then the demon would be released and she could save her child.
"Promise me!" Midori called out to the darkness beyond the huge gate. "Promise me you'll save her and then disappear! Promise me that you'll save her and then never show yourself ever again!" Midori watched and waited, she watched the darkens to move, she waited for a sound to come out, she watched for a shift in the air; she waited for claws to reach through the bars of the gate and rip her apart. Instead something else happened, she hadn't expected it—she truly hadn't seen it happening.
Large emerald eyes opened in the darkness before her, they were round like a child's with slit pupils like that of a sly cats; they opened and stared at her almost calculatingly. Slowly the eyes became larger and larger until Midori finally realized that the creature behind the bars was actually moving towards her. She watched as the hem of a dress shown in the light of the nearby souls that guarded the last seal, they gathered around the gate, their light shining through to illuminate a few feet into the other room in a haunting green and blue light.
Slowly the hem of the dress grew until Midori could see the creature from the waist down and what she has seen was confusing to her.
I am the jailer to a monster, a creature more powerful than any shinobi could ever hope to be, Midori thought, her hands trembling at her side as the creature slowly walked forward. Why was the creature walking towards her looking so very human? Midori's hands flew to her mouth as the creature stepped into the light of her previous jailer's, their light illuminating her snow white hair into emeralds and sapphire hues.
I'm not a jailer to any demon, Midori stared horrified at the hauntingly beautiful child beyond the gate. Emerald cat's eyes stared wirily at her, a pale heart shaped face was stony cold and beautiful white kimono with golden butterflies, silver leafs and crimson circles glowed with a ghostly look in the green and blue light of the guardian spirits.
I am a jailer to another human being…
I am a jailer to a human child…
"I swear to do my best to disappear…" the child whispered, her eyes narrowed and calculating. "…in exchange for my freedom and the life of your youngest daughter."
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He stared at the limp form of his only daughter, the glow of the violet diamond seal placed upon her forehead exploded, singling that it had finally broken. He watched as soul after soul fled from Midori's body, the master sealers in the family flew back words from their placements, slamming into the walls and feinting with the sudden explosion of chakra from the broken seal on Midori's forehead.
After nearly thirty seconds of struggling against the new weight of energy in the room, he watched as the nursery filled with something that looked like the spirits of nearly sixty women—each as different as the next. Their only common features were their emerald green eyes and the purple diamonds on their foreheads. He watched as a particular soul shimmered into existence before him, tears gathered in his deep black eyes as he recognized the spirit before him.
The woman was tall and thin, dressed in a flowing white dress edged in the lightest shade of blue. Her nose was as small as a button, her jaw smooth and sloped gently up to attached earlobes that were half hidden by waist long straight black-blue hair, her lips were lightly painted with the soft shade of pink and were tilted into the faintest smile he had ever seen, her eyes were as green as any gem and shaped like almonds.
"Nee-chan…" he whispered, his voice was too soft and his vision was clouded by tears, his one hand clutched the small pendent half hidden under his sapphire colored robe, his other hand slapped across his mouth to hide his trembling lips. He watched as the woman's smile grew to stretch across her face, showing off her pearly white teeth. Her hands clasped behind her as she closed eyes with a soft sigh and leaned forward and kissed his temple, it didn't take him long to realize what she was trying to say to him.
"I forgive you…"
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Eight years later
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Eight year old Midori Uchiha was an excitable, energetic little girl who lived to disobey her parents. She had waist long inky black hair and the deepest, darkest shade of green eyes that her family had ever seen. Her sisters often scolded her for not wearing the pretty dresses their mother specially made for her, favoring instead the old training uniform of her three older brothers. Midori grinned when she heard her sister's startled shout and ran off into the forest without looking back at her sputtering older, black eyed twin. She was unaware of the curious eyes that watched her run off into the forest.
Midori ducked under tree branches and around bushes, she was careful not to touch anything green and to avoid mud; the eight year old girl paused to listen around herself several times throughout her journey. Reaching the top of a massive hill, Midori turned around and looked out over the valley before her; moving some stray inky hair out of her eyes with a soft smile, Midori turned around and ran from the beautiful view. Midori ran and ran, no longer caring if she left behind a trail. She soon reached three large towering rocks and smiled at the sight. She climbed them as best as she could and when she got to the top she disappeared on the other side. Sliding down the slight incline on the other side, Midori stood and stumbled slightly as she came across the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.
The ground was mostly flat; the trees were so tall that Midori could barely see the sky; the birds were friendly and sang songs to the young girl as she walked past their nests, it wasn't long before she came across a small lake with a moss covered stump on its edge. Midori walked up to the stump and stared up at the top of it, it was at least ten feet tall; smiling lightly Midori squatted at the base of the tree stump and looked in through a large whole that sat between the base of the tree and the moss covered ground. Beneath the stump was a small bundle of pink and white cloth, smiling Midori brought her hands close to her mouth and mimicked one of the songs that the birds had sang to her earlier. The pink and white cloth twitched and Midori let out another whistle, slowly the cloth moved and Midori watched as sleepy green eyes peaked out from beneath the cloth and blink slowly up at her.
"Good morning Hime." Midori smiled; slowly the creature under the cloth uncurled and stretched, tiny hands stretched above white hair. As Midori backed away from the hollow, pale and tiny, clawed hands stretched into the sun light just outside of the hollow. Smiling Midori held out her hands and slowly drew them back towards herself, as if she were coxing something out of the hollow.
"Come on," Midori said as she repeated to motions. "Come on, you can do it, you can come out." the tiny hands retreated back into the hallow and Midori deflated slightly. "If you don't come out I'm leaving," Midori said as she stood and crossed her arms. After counting to twenty, Midori huffed and turned away from the hollow and took three steps back in the direction she had come from, she stopped when a flurry of pink and white cloth suddenly landed in her path blocking her off.
"I was beginning to wonder if you'd really want me to leave." Midori said as she put her hands on her hips in the same fashion her mother did when she was scolding one of her sisters. The pink and white cloth moved and Midori watched as the cloth slowly fell away to revile a small child. White hair fell over small shoulders and framed a heart shaped face, wide emerald green orbs pouted up at her.
"A new smell," the small girl whispered as she leaned forward and sniffed in Midori's direction. The white haired girl let her overly large pink and white coat slump around her elbows, revealing her many layered pink and white kimono with its crimson and golden butterfly obi and white rope that tied it all together.
"I sparred with my Sister before I came over," Midori replied softly as she offered the girl her open palm, she sniffed at it delicately before she covered her nose and pouted at her childishly; Midori smiled and chuckled at the small girl before her.
"Are the other's near?" Midori asked as she kneeled in front of the girl, the white haired girl looked at her from the corner of her eye as she turned her nose to the air and sniffed delicately, like she was smelling a flower.
"Close," the girl nodded her head softly, she pointed to her left, the west of their position, but her eyes were locked to a corner just behind her on her left side—beyond which was the three large rocks that Tsuki had climbed over to enter the small valley. "Someone followed," the girl whispered softly. "Need to run—not safe." Midori blinked at the girl before she nodded and smiled.
"I'll race you," Midori said loudly as she turned and took off. "The first one there gets sweets from Hashi-san!" As Midori ran with all of her strength, determined to out run this girl who wore expensive kimonos, still that girl glided next to her effortlessly; running beside her without ruffling her dress even once. Midori knew the other girl could out run her, she could out run anyone; the only reason the girl had always chosen to run beside her, was for the simple fact that she could.
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Five minutes after the race started, Midori tumbled out from behind a few bushes and stumbled upon a small clearing that held two young boys, one with wild white hair and crimson eyes and the other boy with short black hair and black eyes.
"Hay Mii-chan what took you so long?" the boy with black hair asked with a big smile, "Hime has been waiting for you." The two boys stepped aside to reveal the smiling white haired girl gracefully kneeling between the two boys on a white and red cloth.
"Mii-chan, Mii-chan, Mii-chan" the girl sang with a wide smile before her head snapped towards the taller black haired boy. "Sweets now Hashi-chan? Sweets now? We get sweets now?" wide green eyes looked up at the dark haired boy pleadingly; he took a step back hesitantly, his own brown orbs wide as he stared down at the girl.
"Uh-um-uh…" the boy stammered out as he looked over at Midori. "Did you promise her sweets again?" he asked, Midori smirked and crossed her arms.
"One would think you'd come prepared, Hashirama-san." Midori replied smugly, a light glowing in her emerald eyes, the boy with dark hair gulped as he looked down at the girl who was still giving him a pleadingly look.
"Uh-uh s-sorry…" the dark haired boy, Hashirama, stumbled out; the white haired boy sighed as he closed his eyes and rummaged in his small pack at his side. The girl blinked up at Hashirama for a moment before realization seemed to dawn on her. Instantly the white haired girl turned away from Hashirama and covered her face with her pink clothed hands, sobbing softly.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I'll bring some next time!" Hashirama promised as he tried his best to get the girl to stop crying. "Promise! Promise! I'll bring three whole bintos full of sweet fruits tomorrow!" Midori smiled as she walked forward and sat on the ground in front of the white haired girl. Said girl glanced up at Midori from between her hands, Midori's smile got bigger when she saw that the girl was faking it.
"Here," the white haired boy shoved his hand towards the softly crying white haired girl, sniffing softly the girl raised her head just enough to look over her hands. The white haired boy's hand held four pieces of small paper wrapped squares; the girl sniffed at them and looked up at him questioningly. "You like sweets, so I took these just in case."
"That's not fair Tobirama!" Hashirama cried, "You could've warned me!"
"You should've remembered what happened the last three days," the white haired boy, Tobirama, dead panned in response.
"Sweets?" the girl asked softly as she tilted her head to the side, they didn't look like the sweets she was used too.
"Yeah," Tobirama crouched before the white haired girl, "see this one?" Tobirama pointed to a small square in white paper. "This one is Carmel, and this one—" he pointed to a larger crimson wrapped rectangle. "Is supposed to be spicy Cimon." The white haired girl leaned away looking horrified at the little red wrapped candy, Tobirama chuckled at her before he tossed the red candy at Midori; who took it, unwrapped it and quickly jammed it into Hashirama's mouth. The three children chuckled and laughed as Hashirama ran around them with mouth open as if he were spitting flames as tears ran down his cheeks, screaming and begging for water the entire time.
"Note to self, no spicy foods" Tobirama chuckled as he drew both girl's attention back towards him. "This yellow one is lemon," Tobirama said as he pointed at the tiny flattened square. "This green one is supposed to be apple, but I don't know, I've never had the green ones before." The girl nodded her head and quickly took the yellow and green squares.
"Thank you Tobi-kun" the girl smiled up at Tobirama before she stuffed the yellow square into Midori's mouth.
"Punishment," she said as if she were scolding Midori; she turned back to Tobirama and gestured him to take the little brown square before she popped the green square in her mouth. Tobirama smiled at her as he quickly placed the tiny brown candy in his mouth, the three still ignored the running around Hashirama who was begging for some water. After a few more minutes, and a fierce glare from the white haired girl, Midori finally stood up and gave Hashirama her water bottle.
"Better?" The white haired girl questioned as she sat before Hashirama who suddenly choked on the water in surprise. "Hashi-chan better or Worse?" the girl asked as she looked up at Tobirama as he approached his friends, he chuckled and looked at his sputtering brother.
"He'll be fine," Tobirama assured the girl. "Did you speak to your brother last night Shunsetsu-chan?" Tobirama asked as he sat slightly farther away from the white haired girl, she blinked at him for a moment before she nodded her head, her smile not as big as it was before.
"Kura-nii was mad…" the girl whispered softly looking dejected, Tobirama gave her a soft smile, knowing that the older male's words must have been harsh.
"I apologize for getting you in trouble Shunsetsu-chan." Tobirama said in response, the girl, Shunsetsu, smiled brightly up at him.
"Still got answers!" Shunsetsu cheered "Kura-nii says few humans are good." Shunsetsu, replied softly with a nod of her head. "He says chakra says all."
"Really?" Hashirama asked as he sat up on Shunsetsu's left side, at the same distance as Tobirama. "How can you tell if someone's good or bad based on their chakra?" Shunsetsu thought about it for a moment as she tilted her head to the side.
"Good chakra is… calming," Shunsetsu said as she rolled her eyes. "Good chakra is like…" Shunsetsu tilted her head and thought for a moment before, suddenly a smile split across her face. "Good chakra is like water! Or sun light, or, or—"
"Like Midori's and Tobirama's chakras?" Hashirama asked with a raised eyebrow, Shunsetsu paused as she thought about it, a new, brighter smile split across her face.
"And Hashi-chan's!" Shunsetsu said, her eyes a light, Hashirama's cheeks turned red slightly as he looked away which only made Shunsetsu giggle.
"What about bad chakra?" Tobirama asked, Shunsetsu paused as she looked back at the white haired boy next to her. A frown crossed her face as she thought about it, Hashirama waited until he was sure Shunsetsu wasn't focused on them before he punched his brother in leg.
"Ah!" Shunsetsu's eyes brightened as she pointed to their left, where Midori had stumbled out moments before. "That chakra is neutral." Shunsetsu said with a soft smile and a light forwarding of her brows.
"Neutral because it has lots of darkness that glows with brightness." The boys tilted their heads as they tried to concentrate on the presence she had spoken on; but the only thing that they found strange about the chakra was that it was quickly coming towards them. The boys and Midori stood up and quickly stood up in front of Shunsetsu as if they were her guards.
"Hime-chan should we run?" Hashirama asked, the other two tensed and readied themselves with kunai in their hands, Shunsetsu just shook her head.
"No, same as before," Shunsetsu said as she turned to Midori. "Follower."
"Forgive me Hime," Midori said with a frown on her face. "I thought I had covered my trail well enough, but… I'm sorry…"
"Accepted," Shunsetsu said with a smile she jumped up and landed on to the edge of their small clearing, kneeling onto the grass she faced the direction that the chakra was coming from. "Prepare, no fight yet" the two boys frowned at Shunsetsu and her strange way of speaking on occasion.
"Talk before we flee?" Tobirama asked and Hashirama nodded in agreement; he wasn't strong enough to take on anyone who was bad enough to make his Hime nervous.
"Strong but young," Shunsetsu whispered softly. "Like you three."
"How strong can someone be that's our age?" Hashirama asked. It's not a clan heir is it? We couldn't possibly protect the girls if it's someone who actually knows what their doing.
"Have you not met my master?" Midori asked with a smirk, Hashirama glared at her half-heartedly. "Hime why don't you hide behind the tree? This way some questions won't get asked if we know the person."
Shunsetsu stared at Midori for a moment before she nodded understanding the hidden message. In case of my clan, hide and don't come out innless disgusted and even then only if given no other choice.
"I provide distracting boom." Shunsetsu said as she quickly hid behind the nearby tree; it took everything the three children had not to smile at her words. Clearly she was planning on blowing the clearing up if their new quest shows themselves to be troublesome.
"Five seconds," Shunsetsu whispered as she disappeared from sight, the boys tensed and readied themselves.
"Midori-Hime!" cried out a voice and immanently Midori felt like falling into a deep dark whole, she relaxed and put her kunai knife away. Tobirama and Hashirama nodded their heads and disappeared behind the tree that Shunsetsu had hidden herself behind.
Please Kami-sama have mercy on my sanity…
"Midori-Hime!" Midori gasped as two young boys, both a few years older then she, landed before her. The older one had wild inky black locks and even darker eyes, the younger one had deep blue-black hair with dark gray eyes. Both wore the traditional Uchiha traveling kimonos.
Oh Kami-sama what did I do to anger you?! Midori thought as she studied the two obvious Uchiha. Steeping low into a bow Midori waited for what the two heirs would say.
"What are you doing here?" The younger of the two asked. "Your father is going to worry, Midori-Hime." That wasn't what she was expecting; slowly Midori rose from her bow and eyed the two brothers shyly.
"I apologize Madara-sama, Izuna-sama, I was visiting a friend." Midori answered softly. "She wasn't where she normally was when we meet, so I came here searching for her."
"What is your friend's name?" Madara asked curiously. Who could have gotten her out of the compound?
"She is a true Hime," Midori said with a smile. Don't ask questions you don't want the answers too. Both brothers raised an eyebrow at this; Izuna seemed to take her seriously for a moment before he glanced at his brother. The silence stretched and stretched, Midori prayed that Hashirama wouldn't get too impatient and suddenly pop out saying something stupid.
"Nee-chan," a soft voice called. Midori felt like slapping her forehead. Wait a moment…
"Nee-chan is everything okay?" Midori turned to stare at her friend. A little girl, a year or so younger then herself, was peeking out from behind the tree that Shunsetsu, Tobirama and Hashirama had hidden behind. She had long sweeping pink hair and the pretties, brightest emerald eyes that Midori had ever seen.
"Who are you?" Izuna asked immanently on the defensive, snatching and pushing Midori behind him protectively.
"Madara-sama! Please don't hurt her!" Midori shouted just in time to stop Madara's sword from slitting the younger girl's throat. The girl gave a startled shout and fell back words to land on her rear. "She's my friend, please don't hurt her!" Midori pleaded. Madara glanced at her before he studied the smaller and younger child staring horrified and close to tears at the tip of his short sword. Long sweeping pink hair, green eyes, pale skin… and a priestess's outfit.
"You're pretty young to be a priestess," Madara murmured, his dark eyes narrowed
"You're a priestess?" Izuna asked tilting his head to study the younger girl closely
"N-no" she stuttered out, her eyes still glued to the very sharp knife inches from her nose
"She's the daughter of a once very wealthy clan head." Midori answered quickly. "I say once because Hime is one of the last of her clan, she is also the heir." That made both boys stiffen and seem to rethink their actions, "Hime is living at a temple for protection."
"What temple?" Madara asked as he sheathed his short sword and held his hand out to the small girl; she stared at his hand as if it were the knife that was in her face just seconds before.
"I-I…" Midori stuttered as she tried to think up a name. "I-I…" the problem was that she didn't know any temple names but Madara and Izuna did; if she said the wrong temple name they'd catch on and she'd end up in a world of hurt later. "… I don't know…" Midori bowed her head and fought the tears because surly the brothers would kill her friend now. Why did I say temple?!
"The temple of nine tails," the small pink haired girl answered softly, still staring at Madara's hand as if it might eat her. If not for the tensing in Madara's shoulders then Midori wouldn't have known if the older boy cared or not.
"You don't get much socialization do you?" Izuna asked, noticing how the girl still hadn't moved from where she landed and had yet to look away from the hand in front of her. The girl's green eyes swept towards him for a moment before they locked back onto the callused hand that belonged to Madara.
"…Nee-chan is teaching me…" she answered, as if that might make them stop asking all of the questions. Midori giggled as both boys turned to eye her curiously.
"We can help," Izuna said with a nod to himself. "Right Madara-nii? Surely father would think it appropriate to help out another heir."
"...I don't see why we can't..." Madara said slowly, finally sub combing to his little brother's pleading look. "On the condition that she comes to the compound—"
"No!" Midori said quickly. "She can't stray too far from the temple—"
"Hime!" a voice shouted in the distance, making Midori flinch. "Hime!"
"Other wise they'll come searching for her," Midori mumbled sheepishly.
"They're getting better..." The girl said just as softly, her eyes looking sadly off into the distance where the voice was echoing towards them from. "Shinobi are good trackers..."
"...Shinobi?" Madara quickly, his eyes sharpening onto the pinkette
"Uh-huh," Shunsetsu sighed, slumping where she sat
"What's their name?"
"...Inuzuka, Hyūga and...Sen something..." she answered slowly tilting her head towards the three Uchiha in curiosity.
Senju? Madara wondered just as Izuna whispered the word in hate. "We're leaving." Madara ordered quickly, he turned away from the slight scared but mostly curious pinkette. "...it'd be best if you stopped seeing each other..." He ignored the pained look given to him by Midori and the matching voice of the pinkette from behind him. Madara snatched up one of Midori's arms as Izuna snatched up her other and together they raced away from the crying pinkette.
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