Hello my fellow readers! I had the following chapters planned out since the very beginning of this story; they are actually the main reason why I involved Tsunade in the first place.

Warning: The following could spoil some facts and scenes which were revealed only in the manga yet.

Chapter 9: War time

Gritting her teeth in anger Tsunade stared up at the man. He was intimidating, arrogant, emotionless and cruel… The same way Nami had described him throughout her story but still, in person he was actually much more menacing. A slight shiver ran down the Hokage's spine as she glared up at the man that should have been dead for a long time but was resurrected by that fool Kabuto.

He was wearing a red armor but the Tschuchikage had blown a part of his chest away with his last particle style attack, revealing the face of none other than Hashirama Senju, the first Hokage and her grandfather.

Tsunade balled her hands into fists at the sight. That bastard… How dare him…

The patterns already began to fuse with his chest; recovering the face and making it appear like there never had been a wound at all.

"You, medical ninjutsu-using woman" Madara said suddenly addressing her. "You're of that man's blood, aren't you?" He pointed with his gloved hand to the face on his chest.

"So what?!" she yelled back, narrowing her eyes.

"I will strike you down first, descendant of Hashirama Senju" he said, hatred dropping like venom from his tongue.

"Hm, you mean like you did with Nami Senju?" Tsunade asked. The other Kage looked at her confused and Madara also had firstly no idea what she was talking about but then he remembered her.

"That brat… I almost have forgotten her. How do you know about that pest?"

"The day you headed out to battle the Senju, leaving her in the camp, she wrote everything she had experienced during her capture down. I don't know how but somehow the scrolls landed up in a dusty room in the Hokage tower. And I read them" she said with a grin.

Madara narrowed his eyes slightly. Of course he remembered…


They headed out with the battle plan that little Senju brat had constructed but nothing went the way they had planned. Apparently the Senju had known that they were coming and so they had already awaited the Uchiha in an open field, trapping them. It still had turned into a heated fight and even though the Uchiha were slightly inferior to their enemies Madara wasn't planning on retreating. They would fight until the very end.

And then that happened. He saw it from the corner of his eyes… a flash, a drawn sword, blood being spilled.

"Izuna!"

Immediately Madara was by his brother's side, supporting his growing weaker body. Blood was dripping onto the already red stained ground from the wound in Izuna's chest.

Hashirama once again started to talk about their dream, that naïve illusion which two children once had. But that childish fantasy hadn't come to anything but a faint dream now, disappearing and being drowned in crimson blood.

Madara's intention to not back down was replaced by the need to save his little brother, to bring him someplace where he would be save. With the help of smoke bombs they managed to get away with the majority of the clan.

Madara at that point didn't care about the ones they were forced to leave behind. He didn't care about that stupid dream Hashirama wouldn't shut up about. He didn't care about the battle.

The only thing he was thinking about was that his brother's body grew heavier and heavier with every passing second.

"Brother, hold on…" They rushed back into the camp as fast as they could but it still took like an eternity.

The inhabitants of the camp were already running toward them when they hadn't even crossed one tent yet. Of course the Uchiha who were running to them noticed immediately that something was wrong, they saw their wounded comrades, the blood, the angry and worried expressions, the missing shinobi.

"Izuna is wounded. Bring him into the emergency tent and treat him, now!" Madara ordered and his harsh voice covered the fear and the creeping horror he was feeling.

He didn't remember about even seeing the Senju woman once during these awfully long hours he spent in the infirmary tent. He didn't remember anything or anyone except for his little brother laying on the mattress on the floor, covered in bloody bandages and sweat while the nurses were running around, trying to save his life though Madara could see the hope vanishing from their eyes by every minute that passed by.

But he didn't want to accept this. His brother couldn't die. He was the only one Madara truly cared about; he was his little brother, his only remaining family, the one that kept him from drowning into the blood and misery of this war, who kept him away from insanity. They already had come so far, it couldn't stop just like that.

FUCK THIS TOBIRAMA! That bastard would pay for this! Madara would slice his shitty body into little pieces and feed them to his hawk but he would send Hashirama the damn white head of his so beloved brother first! Or if they would meet on the battle field for the next time, he would cut Tobirama's still bumping heart out of his fucking chest and throw it along with his corpse to the feet of these damn fucked up Senju!

HE WOULD MAKE THEM PAY!

"Madara… brother…" Madara looked up from his position. For hours he was now sitting at Izuna's side. He wouldn't leave him alone, not now shortly before his death-

No, he mustn't think about that! Izuna wasn't dead yet, he was still alive and he would make it. He was a fighter, an Uchiha after all! That stupid little hole in his chest was nothing!

With dark eyes which held so much emotion in them that Madara couldn't point out even one, Izuna looked up at his beloved older brother. He knew that most people like Nami thought Madara would be a cruel cold asshole and even though he agreed sometimes to that, he knew that he was also just a normal man with emotions and human problems. Right now his problem was the upcoming death of his brother and the emotions he was feeling were grief, hatred, fear, angst, sorrow and sadness.

"Don't be so angry. We knew… that this would happen. We grew up in war after all… every soldier falls at one point. It was only… a question… of time." Izuna's body was shook by a heavy cough and instantly Madara supported him, holding his trembling body gently while fresh blood dripped down from the corners of his mouth.

"Don't talk please. Save your breath. You'll be alright." He didn't even believe his own words.

"No, don't deny it. You know… I'm dying. I… can feel it. It's getting… colder."

"Ssh, don't talk I said" Madara said with a scolding but warm look in his eyes. He was desperate. He felt so incredibly helpless. Madara was beside Hashirama the strongest ninja in this world, he was a prodigy even under the Uchiha, he was a leader, he kept a cool head even in the most difficult situations, he could manage to overcome everything… but seeing Izuna on the edge of dying was making him feel so… weak. If it wasn't for his stubborn pride he would have burst out in tears by now.

"Brother… I have one final wish… for you." His voice grew weaker and Madara could see that it took any strength Izuna had left to speak. To make it easier he leaned forward so that Izuna could whisper the following words into his ear.

"I want you… to take my eyes. Get… the Eternal Mangekyou. I know… you can do it. Keep our clan together. Lead it to peace... please…"

"That was more than one wish brother. But I promise you that I will keep all of them." Izuna smiled in relief even though it looked more like a grimace from the pain he was feeling.

"I love you… brother." Izuna's fragile pale hand reached out from under the covers and Madara took it into his own, holding it firmly but gently. He felt tears collecting in the corner of his eyes.

"Don't cry. Not… Not because of me. It's alright. Brother." Izuna smiled warmly and closed his eyes, the very eyes that would soon become Madara's. Silently Madara remained sitting next to his brother, holding his cold hand and watching the chakra flame shrinking and shrinking until it was gone. His hand had become weak. The breathing had stopped.

Madara closed his own eyes and let his head hang, leaning down and placing a kiss on his little brother's forehead that was still covered in sweat. His expression however was peaceful and it didn't take that much of imagination to pretend that he was only sleeping.

"I promise you that I will lead the Uchiha to victory" Madara whispered. "Your death won't be wasted."


I know it's been only a short chapter but I hope it kept you satisfied. Truth to be told I find it amazing, it gave me the creeps while writing it.

The last parts of this story will be told from Madara's point of view to show that he is indeed only a human being with normal feelings, in contrast of how Nami has seen him. Also the concrete circumstances of Nami's death will be revealed.