Because I promised Madara, and do Madara you shall HAVE!

Also, I apologize if the Lemon is not satisfying...I tried...(So much blushing).

It also got unusually dark towards the end...Like how the fuck did it turn out that way?!

Maniacal Love

"Nii-sama, welcome home~."

Madara turned and looked towards his little sister, Indra. She was the younger twin between the two, they were fraternal twins with her looking more like a female version of their ancestor Indra (well, according to the ancient painting in the Uchiha shrine), thus being named after him despite it being a males name. His father was convinced that this was a sign, that she would turn over the war in their favor since she obviously had the sages love 'for she was blessed with his elder's son looks'.

….yeah.

He himself thought it ridiculous, but said nothing as he opened his arms and caught his jumping sister. "Indra, how have you been? Wheres Izuna?" he questioned as he walked through their village and towards the main house.

"Izu-nii is training some more, he's really stubborn." she pouted, before it slid off her face in concern. "Father is pushing him again." she muttered sullenly.

Madara sighed, he knew exactly why Izuna was being pushed. Indra was a prodigy in every sense of the word, she picked up fighting like a duck in water, she invented her own fighting style, could talk clear sentences by the time she was only a few months old, and Sō'unga had chosen her as his wielder. Compared to her their father thought Izuna sub-par, that he wasn't trying enough even though he was on his way to becoming a great ninja already. "Oi, oi, it's not your fault."

"But...If I wasn't so smart, or a prodigy, Izuna wouldn't have to train so much." she stated, fiddling with her long hair. "He must hate me..."

"He doesn't hate you! He's proud of you, he's always bragging to his friends about you." Madara said, kissing her cheek and comforting her.

"...I don't believe you." she mumbled before staring at him. "Neh. Neh. Nii-sama, where do you keep going every day?" she questioned, changing the subject.

"...Just...out to train by myself." he answered, deciding he wouldn't tell his sister that he was meeting with a boy- that he was certain was a Senju- by the river nearby. If it was ever found out that she knew and said nothing about it then she would be punished by their father, Madara wouldn't be because he was heir to the clan, Indra was the youngest and last choice to be clan leader. She would be fair game.

"Oh," she hummed, noticing the uncomfortable look on his face and decided not to push it. "Ok. Will you help me practice my healing?" she questioned. She was their only healer who could fight, so she went out into the front lines quite often to heal their people and saving dozens of lives. She was quite good at it. No one knew how she did it, because the medics had tried to copy her techniques with the Sharingan but they couldn't replicate the strange energy she used.

"Sure." he nodded as they arrived at their home. He carried her through the halls and into his room, setting her down then sitting himself while taking off his top. "Do you need me to do anything specific?" he questioned, watching her hands glow green and putting them on one of his bruises he got from fooling around with Hashirama.

She shook her head, eyebrows scrunched in concentration for her task.

Madara remembered the first time he held the twins, it had been hours since his mother had gone into labor, and he and his elder brothers had been waiting outside of the room with their father. His mother had not survived, but the twins had, and he was not surprised at Izuna, his mother seemed only capable on having boy's (Much to her lament). But she, Indra, was.

A girl.

The first girl to be born in the clan head's family in some generations.

After his brothers had held her, and it was his turn, he immediately fell in love with the baby. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "Whats her name?" he had questioned, marveling on how small she was.

"Indra."

"After our ancestor?" he received a grunt. "Indra..." he whispered with a smile. "Hello, I'm your brother, Madara."

Izuna had followed him. They knew about Hashirama, and now he had to lead his father and the twins to him. Madara didn't want to, Hashirama was his only friend, the only person besides his sister that he could be himself with no expectations on his shoulders. But he couldn't defy his father, who knows what could happen if he did? He wouldn't put it past him to use his siblings against him, his father had done it before with Indra when she tried to dumb down her prodigy statues for Izuna.

Madara sighed as he arrived at the river, seeing his friend on the other side looking as nervous as he himself. Throwing a rock with a message at his friend, receiving one back with a warning that he too had been sent by his own clan. He briefly wondered if Hashirama had been followed by a younger sibling as well, before trying to excuse himself and give Hashirama a chance to run.

Too late. He thought as his father and the twins jumped out of the bushes. At the same time, who he recognized from the battle fields, the clan head and his younger son of the Senju also came out. Both sides met blades, spark flying, as the twins double teamed Tobirama.

Hashirama and himself were standing at the side, not knowing what to do as they didn't have any weapons on their person, not to mention they were fairly reluctant to harm one another.

Granted Madara was tempted to rip Tobirama's arm off for daring to scratch Indra's cute little cheeks ("that little shit how dare he." he muttered lowly), but he restrained himself (barely).

"Tajima, didn't know you actually had another son." Butsuma noted, his eyes looking over Izuna critically. "Never seen him on the battle field." he said, the implied insult loud and clear to everyone's ears.

"Hmp. Unlike you Senju's, we don't need everyone for a fight." Tajima fired back icily, as if it didn't bother him that his youngest son was old enough to be fighting, yet wasn't unlike his sister. Madara saw the irritation from the comment, it was a sore spot that was well known in the upper parts of the clan. His father wouldn't let Izuna in the field until he was at Indra's level, which was a bit much, since the clan is only as strong as it's weakest member. Which Izuna was not, but it seemed that way when compared to Indra, the enemy would see him as a weak point and attack him relentlessly, and seeing as the twins worked together better then anyone, they would also be attacking his sister as well. That could cause them to loose her to death as she was far too willingly to sacrifice herself for Izuna, it would also loose them face as Izuna was male, the elder twin, and was the son of the head yet is was the sister who was more of a threat.

Butsuma picking at how Izuna hasn't fought yet was just rubbing it into his fathers face on how cowardly Tajima seemed for not sending his youngest son to fight when every other clan head has done so by now.

"No, you just seem to send out a little girl instead."

Indra narrowed her eyes, "This same little girl has cut down quite a few of your 'Elites', grown men if I remember correctly, so what does that say about the quality of Senju stock?" she stated. Her comment had an obvious effect on the two Senju's, along with having Tajima send a proud smirk towards his daughter.

Wasn't long after that, that Madara left with his family once he told them that, no, he wasn't confident that he could beat Hashirama (Not that he wanted to in the first place).

Izuna was sent out not long after. Butsuma's words having an effect on their father as he was determined to prove the Senju wrong, while Madara focused most of his time on training and playing with his siblings when he could.

As he got older and older, he noticed that he had started to have...feelings...for his darling little sister. And he knew for a fact that it wasn't brotherly love he felt towards her. In fact he knew this was what he should have felt for the girl he was to marry, not his sister. He got unbelievably enraged when he heard other men talking about her figure, about who she was going to marry, and how many kids she could carry. He scared off any suitor trying to marry her, on the grounds that they weren't worthy of her hand and just proved it by scaring them away.

The worst was waking up when he was 18, fully aroused and panting, because of a dream he had about her.

When a report came back saying how his Fiance, Himeko or other, was killed in battle he didn't react. Mostly because he was relieved that he didn't have to marry her, so he didn't have to worry about anyone trying to get his attention away from Indra. It was also by this time his father was getting frustrated by him chasing away all the men he picked out for Indra, Madara was wondering if Tajima suspected the desire he had for his sister.

Not that he had to worry because the man had fallen ill and died not long after he had started to question his eldest on why no one seemed good enough for Indra, leaving Madara as the new clan head. And the first thing he did was declare to the elders that, no, he was not getting married as he was too busy, and that again, no, his sister would not marry if she did not want to. Which she didn't.

Good.

The first time he had ever kissed Indra, was after a particularly rough battle with the Senju. She had almost died right in front of him, the other clans had started to single her out since Sō'unga could decimate them with a single swing. That bastard Tobirama had gotten a lucky shot on her when aiming for him. He was fighting Hashirama when she had shoved him out of the way of the water bullet, causing it to tear through her side and sending her flying.

No one had seen him so infuriated as when he watched her skid across the field, hearing Izuna yell out in horror and running towards her stilled body, stopping next to her as he cried while trying to keep her awake. That was a fatal blow, and by the way Izuna kept seeming to scoop his hands towards her body it was obvious her organs were coming out, and he was trying to keep them from coming back out while simultaneously keeping away attackers. Madara had started to sprint towards them when Izuna yelled out in anguish as Indra vomited blood and her eye's closed. It was enough pain that both brothers activated the second stage of the sharingan, Madara had immediately set the field on fire, black flames consuming everything within sight. Izuna had done the same with any that managed to get away and ignored the screaming from the Senju's side. Madara quickly arrived by the twins side, grabbing Indra carefully and instructing Izuna to keep the enemy off of them, before sprinting it to the village.

The clan had been terrified of him that day, knowing better then to go near the main house and bothering the family of three unless it was life threatening. Izuna even had to leave, not able to handle the killer intent Madara was leaking, not to mention he himself was livid that his own twin almost died and he couldn't do anything to help her. So he had gone to one of the training fields to take out his frustration, training may have also increased for some of the younger ones that day as well.

"I'm fine." she stated softly, hands intertwined with Madara's. She way laying in her bed, her middle bandaged tightly, seeming paler then she should be and breathing heavily. "You know I can heal myself once I have enough chakra to do so, so there's nothing to worry about Nii-sama." she stated when Madara gave her a look. She smiled, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

"...you could have died." he muttered, his other hand running through his hair in frustration. If he was just paying attention, then this wouldn't have happened. If it went just a bit more to the left then she would be- he thought, cutting it off and not wanting to think of his sister dying. "Never- and I mean NEVER- do that kind of thing again!" he snarled, his eye's watering as he took a deep breath. "I...I don't know what I'd do if you or Izuna-!" he snapped his mouth shut, scrunching his eyes as he took a deep breath.

"...I can't do that." she whispered, making his snap his eyes to her face. "I'll gladly die if it means you and Izuna will keep living. It's selfish, I know it is because I know it will hurt you two to lose me, but I can't bear the thought of living if it means losing you two. We've already lost our brothers, chichue, and okaa-san. We're all thats left of the main house, I won't lose you." she lifted her hand and cupped his cheek lovingly. "I love you too much to see you die."

He grudgingly admitted to himself that he knew Indra would have said something like that, and that it made him happy that she cared about him so much.

"Nii-sama?" she questioned, making Madara grunt. "Can you stay here with me?"

Madara didn't even have to think twice about it as he stripped out of his armor, setting it aside along with his weapons, before getting under the blanket with her. He wrapped his arms around her, mindful of her injury, and gave a sigh. She's warm, he thought as his mind wandered to unsavory places when he remembered that Indra wasn't wearing anything up top. Fuck. He squirmed slightly, his pants starting to feel uncomfortable. This was not a good idea. He mused as he glanced down, only to see Indra staring at him. His eye's automatically went to her lips.

They were so soft looking and close...

Just had to move his head down a bit.

"Nii-sama?" she questioned, not seeming to know the effect she was having on Madara.

No. he thought as he stared at her lips, Noooooo... His eye's traveled down to her chest, which were only partially covered by the blanket. Don't you fucking dare Uchiha Madara, not when your sister is vulnerable. He chastised himself-

Only to say 'Fuck it' when Indra leaned up on her arm's, making the blanket move, and exposing her chest to him. He quickly smashed his lips to her's, idly noting that they were fairly soft, and dragging her close to him. He was satisfied when she kissed back, a whimper let out when he parted her lips with his tongue and tasted every inch of her. The kissing got more intense until she broke away by turning her head, taking a deep breath. This didn't bother Madara as he kissed her cheek, and down her neck to her collarbone.

He stopped when Indra hissed in pain, making him remember that- yes- his sister is currently injured and he was probably making it worse for her.

"Sorry." he muttered, kissing her neck one last time before settling back next to her.

"...So that's why you kept running off all of my suitors." she replied instead.

After that the two would disappear whenever they could to be alone together, kissing, fondling, caressing, sighs of sweet words as their bodies tangled together in pure bliss. One could die any day, so they gravitated around one another until there was no choice but for one to leave.

Indra would drive off any woman trying to catch her brothers eye viciously, Izuna helping sometimes as he didn't not approve of girls throwing themselves at Madara, especially just because he was clan head and wanting bragging right's about marrying him. He was amused on how protective their sweet little sister was about them, chuckling in memory when he himself had gotten married to his lovely wife. She had tried to subtly ruin Kaori, she couldn't do anything outright as his father was still alive then, poisoning her tea, 'Accidentally' having her hand slip when holding sharp objects, throwing insults at anything she could find wrong, leaking killing Intent. She tried everything, but eventually Madara had enough of that and told her to stop, Kaori even admitted to her a few month after the wedding that she had found her attempts at 'Keeping Izuna pure' endearing. His wife had said those incidents helped her become a very good Kounichi and thanked Indra for it (Much to said sisters ire).

Indra only really approved of her when his first son was born (It took a lot of convincing to get his son back from her so he could play with him).

He understood why his sister did what she did when women started to try and trick Madara into marrying them. It had irritated him to no end, having to listen to those girls try and suck up to Indra once they learned that, without her approval, Madara wouldn't even consider them. Some even tried to 'Introduce' their brothers to her.

That gained no favor with Madara, and immediately made him furious.

He...had an idea as to why Madara didn't want Indra to marry anyone...

This idea was supported every time he see's them together, every time they disappear for hours and come back with an air of satisfaction, and he didn't know how to feel on this.

On one hand, they were siblings, it was 'wrong' and he should be disgusted by normal standards. He should be scolding his brother and sister, going to tell the clan elders all about this to do something. Disowning them as siblings...

And yet, he...didn't care.

Love was Love, and honestly it made them both happy even with the war going on, so who was he to stop them? He may or may not have had a crush on his sister as well, before he was engaged to Kaori. And how could he not have? Who better to be his wife then his other half? The only person who knew him better then himself? Sadly, his father had expected him to marry the woman that was chosen for him, so Izuna ignored his feelings and did his duty.

"Nii-san?" Indra said with a tilt of her head.

"Hm?" he hummed, lazily looking over at her. They were in a meeting with Madara and the villages vanguard, discussing their next plan of attack.

"Tired?" she questioned softly. She looked out of the small window, showing that it was nighttime, then at Madara and everyone else who seemed to be on the verge of sleep.

He chuckled, "Ah." he then stood up from his place, gaining everyone's attention. "It's getting late, and it will do no good to be planning when everyone's about to fall asleep." there were tired agreements, shuffling was heard as people started to head back home. Once it was just the three of them Madara turned to them with a tired smile.

"Let's go to sleep." he stated, heading out the door with the twins following. Izuna watched as Madara wrapped an arm around Indra's waist, pulling her to his side. Izuna smiled wistfully and bitterly, he was content with Kaori, she was far better then the other choices that were lined up for him at the time...

But, a small voice at the back of his mind whispered. If you only waited a few more years, then father would have been dead and you could have taken Indra for yourself. He could have used the war as an excuse to hold off the wedding, like Madara did, but Izuna feared that Tajima would have found out why he stalled for so long.

Sadly it was not to be.

He thought of what could have been, before giving one last look towards his siblings and headed out himself, to his own home.

It was the night before Indra and Izuna were going to be sent out, Madara was going a different rout to try and cut off Senju allies, thus they would have no idea if how the other would be until after the battle. Because of this, groans and sighs of pleasure could be heard in the clan heads room.

She groaned, raking her nails down his back with a gasp as he curled his knuckles inside of her. She felt him smirk as he kissed around her right breast, frustrating her as he would move away at the last second whenever his mouth was close to the perked bud.

He chuckled, loving the gasps and mewls she spewed. He loved that he was the one causing her to make those sounds, that he was the only one to hear them, to cause her face to flush in rapture. It wasn't long until he got her hissing at him in frustration, making him chuckle for a few moments before obliging her. He deliberately started to faintly brush his finger against her g-spot, making her try and buck up her hip's, but was stopped as his other arm pinned her lower half down. A few more of these and she was whimpering, before she slid her foot towards his cock and massaged it, making him jolt and pause at the sensation.

"You are playing a dangerous game..." he growled.

"what are you talking about Mada-nii?" she countered, an innocent look being sent towards the elder uchiha.

"Impatient." he grunted as he sat up, grabbing her by the hips and sliding her to himself with a smirk. He wrapped her legs around his waist, lined up and quickly thrust inside, hissing as warm enveloped him.

Both groaned at the sensation, sparks going up and down their spines as their hearts picked up some speed.

"Madara~" Indra sighed in a slight daze.

Madara hummed in satisfaction, enjoying the sight of Indra trying to move her hip's for friction. He smirked, gripping her hip's to stop her, widening his lips at the frustrated whine she gave him after some seconds of no success.

"Nii-sama~!" She huffed, eye's meeting his in displeasure.

Madara tilted his head, slightly jerking his hip's, "Yes my dear?" he questioned in amusement.

"Tease!" She growled, trying to move again and gaining the same results. Frowning, she moved one of her hand's down, intent on gaining satisfaction one way or another. She was foiled, when Madara quickly caught her hand with one of his own, his other still holding her still. "MADARA!" She yelled in annoyance.

"Can't have that, now can we?" He mused, capturing both her hand's in his to make sure she didn't try again. He bent over and captured one of the alluring perked buds in his mouth, causing Indra to gasp in satisfaction as he sucked and rolled his tongue over it. He quickly stopped, making her whimper, "Now, if only you told me what you want. Then I could solve this problem you seem to be having."

Indra narrowed her eye's, knowing exactly what he wanted and was not happy. Madara gave a wicked smile towards her, he could see the war in her eye's. She was an Uchiha, and she had her pride, despite how much she wanted to get off.

And he couldn't wait until she broke and begged him to fuck her.

When she was still stubbornly to beg, Madara quirked a brow and gave a hard thrust, making her spasm and gasp. "Well?" He hummed, he could wait, and he was sure she didn't have as much patience as himself.

She bared her teeth at him, but gave in. "Madara hurry up and Fuck me already!"

Madara didn't need to be told twice and abruptly set a brutal pace. The startled but approving moan made him chuckle. Madara was a passionate man, It was a well known fact about him in the clan. Be it fighting, debating, learning or teaching he did it with everything he had. So being passionate during sex was a given, along with being animalistic.

Indra hissed as Madara let go of her hand's and grabbed her left leg, pushing it down towards her torso and letting him go deeper, having him hit that delicious spot more often. Her right hand tangled into black hair and tugged, while her left went to his back and left deep bloodied gouges with her nails, earning a growl of approval from him before he gave a vicious bite to her shoulder.

Madara could feel Indra clenching around him, signaling that she was near her end, and made him mentally preen as he could make her cum so quickly while he was still rearing to go.

"M-Madara! Ah~! S-...So cloooose~!"

She came undone when his roughly thumbed her clit, screaming his name as he vision went white. After coming down from her high, she noticed that Madara was still inside and hard, before he started to slowly thrust again, making spark go through her again.

"I won't be able to see you for a long time," Madara explained to her startled eye's. He grinned down at her with dark eye's, "We won't be done for quite some time, Indra~" he purred, making her shiver in delight.

Izuna was dead.

His little brother had died because of Senju-fucking-Tobirama.

Oh, how he wanted to shred the little bastard apart, but Indra had broken down in grief and needed him.

And then Hashirama went to him for peace, to build the village they had dreamed of when they were little. And thought Madara wanted to murder Tobirama, he didn't have the energy, and honestly he knew his clan was also tired of the war, of losing child after child.

He also didn't want to risk losing Indra, she was all he had left.

So he had agreed, told his clan the new's, and had them all move to the location on where he agreed to meet Hashirama and officially sign the treaty.

It took month's to build their new home, to make it comfortable and decent enough for his clan. It was hard, as the Senju's didn't trust them and vise versa. Even the clans that were invited to live in the new village didn't trust the Uchiha's, but they didn't say anything as Madara and Indra were still alive and kicking. They had no wish on facing the famed Sō'unga.

Although, surprisingly enough, the Hatake and Nara's had no problem's with them. And since the Nara's had no problem, the Akimichi and Yamanaka had slightly warmed up to them.

Yet, despite those clans, there was still some hostility between Senju and Uchiha.

Which had lead to Madara's worst nightmare.

He, Indra, and some of the clan elder's were meeting with Hashirama, Tobirama, and their elder's to discuss where the new clan's could settle in, along with roughly hashing out a temporary government until they had a solid idea.

And it was during the glares between two of the elder's that Hashirama had an idea.

"Why don't we join our clan's through marriage?"

It went silent at that, Madara raising an eyebrow at his friend along with the elder's, Tobirama pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed, and Indra blinking.

"What." Madara questioned.

"Well, think about it!" Hashirama said, smiling, "It's how most alliances happen between clan's, right? To show that they wouldn't turn on their allies by giving one of their own to the other, so why shouldn't it work between us?"

The elder's of both clans looked thoughtful, discussing among themselves on the pro's and con's of such an idea.

"...As much as it pain's me to say this, it would show the rest of the clan's that this idea could work." Tobirama said painfully, his face scrunching up as he saw Hashirama grinning at him. "If two clan's with a long history of hate for another could put aside their differences and marry, then the idea of actual peace could be attained."

Madara mulled it over in his head, agreeing with the albino. It would also probably help with the hatred directed towards his clan.

"And who, might I ask, would you have in mind to marry?" Indra questioned.

The Senju elder's looked at one another before turning their head's to Tobirama. "Who better to show that peace can be attained then by the clan leader's Uchiha hating brother."

"And Hashirama is already married, so he cannot do it." Another chimed in.

Said younger brother widened his eye's, going rigged at what was being suggested. Him? Married to an Uchiha?

"Oh! That's wonderful!" Hashirama chirped, patting his brother on the back. "You do need to get married sooner or later Tobi. And maybe marriage will mellow you out!" and his fate was sealed.

The pained groan from the water user, along with the slump of his shoulder's, confirmed that he would go through with this if it was needed of him.

Madara smirked, enjoying the mans pain, before he though on which single Uchiha woman he could put fourth. "Hmmm...there are many available women in our clan, a list would have to be complied and-"

"You shall marry Indra." one of the Uchiha elder's stated, with the others nodding.

Indra froze, looking towards a stiff Tobirama, before hesitantly glancing at a stilled wide-eyed Madara.

Hashirama paled, also looking towards the silent Uchiha head.

Tobirama shifted slightly, even he knew how much Madara loved his sister and how much it was a bad idea to suggest said beloved sister marry the man who killed her twin. There goes that idea. He mentally sighed.

"WHAT." Madara hissed, hands clenching tightly as his aura turned murderous.

The elder's sniffed, "It is customary for someone from the main branch to be married to political Allies. The senju has sent one from their own Main house, it is only right that we send Indra."

"No." He snarled.

"Nii-sama." Indra called, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"I will not allow it Indra!" He bellowed in fury.

Indra wasn't affected by his anger, calmly regarding her brother, "Nii-sama, this will help the clan. This will make sure that we do not have to worry about being attacked and going back to war. This is for peace."

Madara scowled, refusing to give in.

"It's alright. I'll be alright." she turned towards Tobirama, and looked him in the eye. "Will you abuse me?" she felt Madara stiffen, his rage growing at the prospect of abuse, but she ignored it. "will you take your hatred of Uchiha out on me if we marry? Scorn any child we would have because of my blood? Will you kill me like you did my brother when I am not looking?"

Tobirama looked appalled, "No! I would not abuse any child of mine, even if the had Uchiha blood running through their veins!"

"And me?" She questioned.

He frowned, "No. If you are to be my wife, then I would treat you as a husband should. I will not raise a hand against you unless attacked, and I will defend you. I may not like you Uchiha's, but I would not hold it against my own family, which you will be."

She looked long and hard, seeing what she wanted and nodded. She disregarded the hissing from Madara, and fully faced the Senju's and bowed, "Then I accept this marriage, and you as my husband to be...Tobirama."

There was a deafening crack and bellow of rage as Madara split the table and marched out of the room. The echoing slam of the door was heard clearly.

Hashirama looked from where his friend had been, towards Indra and frowned at her trembling hand's and glassy eye's.

Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut on this?

Madara was pacing, the anger building and building until Indra had arrived back home. He had quickly cornered her and demanded why she was going through with this.

Didn't she love him?

Didn't she want to stay with him?

Did she not want to have his children?

Why was she leaving him?!

Indra had smiled sadly, cupping his face in her hands and softly kissing him. "Madara, if it got out that there was a chance at peace and you did not take it, then the clan would talk. They would start to question you, to resent you for denying what we are working for. The elder's would start making thing's harder for you. They will make the clan turn against you, and I cannot stand the thought of this clan- that you love so much- vying for your head." she explained softly, moving her hands and tightly hugging him to her. "I love you Madara, I will always love you most no matter what. And because I love you, I cannot stand to lose you. I would go insane if I lost you."

Madara grit his teeth, returning her hug just as fiercely. "And do you think I can stand losing you?! Especially to that bastard that killed Izuna, that almost took you away from me!" he snarled, "You wouldn't be safe!" he couldn't stand the thought of Tobirama kissing her, of touching her and having children with Indra.

"I do not like it, but if it means making your life easier then I will marry him. Anything for you, brother."

It was silent as the sibling's basked in each other.

Madara resigned himself, knowing he couldn't change her mind, as his heart started to crack. "...When do they expect you to wed?" he asked lowly.

"...Within the week."

True to her word's, Madara witnessed as Indra was married to Tobirama, as clan's joyfully congratulated the couple and made talk. He silently seethed at how close the man was to his sister, how men complimented him on his new wife.

"...I...I didn't think your elder's would pick her." Hashirama said from his right, casting regretful glances at his own brother and new sister-in-law.

"...I didn't either." Madara responded, watching as Indra glanced at her new husband.

Madara was visited by Indra once a week to talk, and as she was faithful, that was all their visit's entailed. There was no more passionate sex, no more kissing or sweet words of love, only the suffocating love they had for one another that would never again be acted on.

He wasn't sure if he could handle it, and wondered if it was better to not see her at all.

And with each visit, Madara witnessed his sister falling more and more in love with Tobirama, little by little. And by Hashirama's ranting, her affection was being returned by the Senju.

He hated it.

But, he mused sadly as he listened to what Tobirama had done for Indra a few day's ago. Observing her fond smile and the love growing in her eye's. She is happy. And he refused to ruin her happiness. Even if it meant he would never be.

As the month's passed, he decided that he himself should get married, if only to assure Indra that he could be happy. Along with distracting himself from the fact that she had become pregnant with their first child.

The crack grew bigger.

His eye's trailed over the gathered Uchiha's, distractedly answering his kin about his new wife. And while said wife loved him, had been in love with him all her life, he did not love her. She was only convenient, as she would stop the elder's from badgering him about having heir's, and to show Indra that he had moved on (Which he hadn't).

Said sister was currently chatting with his wife and Uzumaki Mito, her stomach swollen with child due within the next full moon. Tobirama was (reluctantly) coming over with Hashirama to congratulate him, the two men still did not like each other, but tolerated the other for Indra.

"Madara!" Hashirama greeted, "Congratulations, she seems like a fine wife! I didn't even know you were seeing anybody."

"I wasn't." he stated.

Hashirama's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh..."

"Marriage of convenience?" Tobirama suggested, gaining a nod. "Yeah, that seems more likely."

"Hm...Well, I'm sure you'll learn to love her with time!" Hashirama shrugged, only to falter when Madara gave him a look that said it wouldn't happen.

"Anata, Nii-sama, Hashirama-nii." Indra greeted as she waddled over, her hands resting over her stomach, and smiled at Madara.

Tobirama was quick to reach her side, steadying her as he rested his hand over her own. "Careful."

Indra huffed, "I know I know. I just came over to speak with Nii-sama."

"You shouldn't be moving so much." the albino grumbled.

"We can leave after I speak with Nii-sama."

"Fine, but only talking to Madara, and then we're done."

Indra smiled, happily turning to Madara and waddled to him. "Congratulations, Nii-sama." she said, giving an awkward hug to him.

Madara's lips twitched, "I will never tire of seeing you waddle." he received a slap for that, making him chuckle. "So, how is the baby?"

"Grumpy, just like their father."

"Oi."

Madara couldn't breath.

He couldn't hear anything, or see anything except for the gruesome sight before him.

He was vaguely aware of Hashirama trying to talk to him, of Tobirama howling in agony, of the clan head's trying to find out what had happened.

But he didn't care...

Because his world was gone.

Because his sister, darling lovely dearest Indra, had been murdered.

Her arm's were missing, her once pregnant stomach torn open for the world to see with the baby missing, and instead her eyeless head sat in it's place. The ninja that were suppose to have protected her while she lounged in the field had been slaughtered, the flowers stained red with her blood.

GonegonegonegonegonegonegoneshewashgonehisworldhislovehiseverythingwasGONE!

His heart shattered while his mind snapped.

What was the point of this village?

He had done it for her, the only reason he had agreed was to keep her safe!

There was no use for this village anymore. Why should they be happy and joyful when Indra was no longer living?! Why should they be kept safe if one of them possibly killed her?!

The thing he met, Zetsu, had agreed with him. And even better, he had told him of a plan that would let him be with his brother's again.

With her.

And so, he left, seeking out the Kyuubi.

Because he would do anything for Indra.