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Chapter 13
The Understanding

It's as she stands before him within the long sleeved cheongsam of dark plum that he finds himself stopping her attempt to hang the cloak of cream upon her shoulders, "The one of gray and fur."

Her lips have parted at his request, and within only seconds her handmaid is speaking to another to grab what he has requested. She does not say a word, but instead gives the smallest of smiles as she steps closer to him adjusting the gi of dark blue hue, "I'm sorry it took so long to get ready. My hair has become far too long—I keep forgetting to cut it."

"Don't." he breathes out between them with her so close within his personal space.

"Sasuke-kun, it's so long though." she has let out the smallest of laughs at this new request of his.

"I like long hair on you." his voice is warm between them as his fingers brush within the unpinned fringe that has long since passed her chin.

"Let me at least clean up the front. It's started to get in the way when I'm healing."

He gives but a hum of approval for such things as the maid brings forth her cloak of deep gray lined with fur. They assist in tying it shut as he puts his own cloak of deep black upon his own shoulders.

The maids see them off, and they are quick to join the others as they travel for a meeting with the Hyuuga. He had foreseen such things coming after seeing them within Konohagakure. The journey is early within the morning—the sun barely coming to shine upon them as they head from the gates.

Early mornings still hold a brisk temperature, and yet the days have started to warm themselves within the last few weeks. They had entertained smaller meetings with those of high rank who made their way through. She never spoke out of turn, and yet there were glances between them within each visit. There is a silent understanding of what the other thinks.

Their steps forward would be unified—both on the battlefield and off.

It's in those meetings, which planned for future battles, that he finds himself turning to her to see if she knows the land far better than those present. There are times she does, and then there are times she only gives but the smallest shake of her head unable to provide assistance to them. He finds himself looking to her as if seeking approval for a proposed strategy, or the smallest tilt of her head to give sign that there's concern with such an approach.

They are a sign of respect between them.
They are a sign of mutual trust.
They are a sign of another layer meant to strengthen their marital foundation.

The battles they have planned will be on them soon if this meeting does not hold an accepted agreement between them all. He has his faith within his leader as he always has, and yet he wonders if there is more at play than originally thought when remembering the eldest daughter of the Hyuuga present.

Neji had spoken within privacy well before now of Hiashi's desire to keep her from the war torn world. Seeing her there makes him believe some form of a compromise has been made, and that they will soon be able to move passed this twelve year long war.

There would never be a joining of Uchiha and Senju—too much blood had fallen between the two to make such unions.

A union of Hyuuga, and Uzumaki is what they most likely would bring together. It held the most promise to join the two sides without giving too much from those who dominated. He was second in line for leadership, and while he would not see the top he can understand what it is that his leader plans. He could see what it was that they were orchestrating off the battlefield clearly, and he finds he is not as against it as he would have thought.

There is no desire to take the title of leader.
Madara would not parish, and neither would Izuna.

There is no command of silence within this group—he remembers her walking beside him as those that traveled with them held firm pressed lips when she had first become his wife. This time they talk among each other. There is teasing behind him, and there is the smallest of humor being exchanged.

A yawn escapes her lips making her bring her hand to cover her mouth. It's after her mouth has closed that she brings them further only to stop just before her viridian. There is the assumption she does not wish to possibly ruin her handmaid's work upon her makeup. Even with such actions she never hesitates within her steps beside him.

The sky has long since ended it's painted colors of peach, and rose within the sun ascension. The sky holds clouds of white with no threat, and now is the blue they know so well with each day. The afternoon brings a touch of coolness with it, but is far from the brisk morning they had left in.

They enter quietly, and their cloaks are gathered within the entry way. They walk among others of high rank, and those who were present for the last major meeting remain standing within their positions. None have perished within the high rank—only one of his is missing within this moment.

Only Hikaku is missing.

The harshness he had felt only weeks before when conversing with Hikaku's wife no longer washes over him. She had told him not to feel such things, and he would honor both of them by doing as she has asked.

He is all the same silence he always is among those within the room as he takes his place. The spring nymph follows him, but he notes the nod of her head towards the Hyuuga prodigy. He catches the gaze of the eldest daughter who enters shortly, and it all but confirms his original thoughts. She is of long ebony locks that tint in hues of plum, and eyes that adorn all Hyuuga. The kimono she wears is lavender far lighter than that of the plum upon the ethereal woman beside him adorned in her own culture's wear—he realizes even if she had worn a kimono to such meetings she would forever stand out.

Hiashi calls for the meeting to begin. The Hyuuga speak, and the Uchiha do the same. All present cannot ignore the Hyuuga heiress that sits beside her mother, and father. No one speaks out of turn, and none interrupt Hiashi leading his way in to how the talks have gone.

The tension is tangible as he discloses that no agreement has been made. There are noises that signal disappointment, and what can only be described as mockery.

"Is anyone truly surprised?" Obito cuts through the tension as his voice holds laced annoyance.

"I'm sure any can agree that we all assumed this would not be so easy." Izuna's voice is far colder than he expected, "Would you have rather we agreed to everything?"

"There was territory issues brought up, and there was questions of what would happen to those who committed treason during the war. Neither side could come to proper agreements." Neji's voice is cautious as it seeks to calm the looks between the Uchiha who disagree.

"He is correct. They sought far more territory than we would give. There was also the issue of how to handle existing debt between sides, and how we felt things should go forward should another dispute come after accepting terms." their leaders voice is foreign with laced disdain.

Sasuke can only digest what is before him. There is an air of change within their leader. He notes the ebony that do not look to any in particular. The tone Madara had carried was not the one that seemed forever mixed in calculation. The tone holds a gruffness to it that he can only recall with distant memories in his childhood. The silence within the room is thick. The fleeting look upon his wife is there as he watches her knuckles turn white upon her lap. She too has felt this change.

"We had hoped to create a union between the Hyuuga, and Uzumaki." the Hyuuga leader's voice holds it's own discomfort as he speaks such things, "Under the condition's they proposed we could not though."

The voices of those around him are lost forever centered upon his leader. There is the smallest of looks towards his other uncle in these moments, and yet there is the feeling there is something they are not being told. The closing of his commanders lids is slow—it's far slower than it should be. He'd question exhaustion but that is not what this man, with power such as his, is known for.

"I don't understand why we do not take down their leader and take victory." the malice that rings throughout Obito's voice sends the room into chaos.

Harsh words coated in venom are thrown, and it is the Hyuuga who seek to regain some form of placidity in the room of Uchiha who argue among each other. The spring wife gives the smallest of shifts, and it is here now that he puts his hand upon hers under the table to ease her of any concern she holds. His gaze is fleeting upon her. There is no glance of viridian at him as her eyes follow the screams within the room. She is composed and she sits with a power she had not had long ago among those present. The reassuring squeeze she gives him is all he needs to know that she is not fearful of the arguments that have lead to two of the members raising from their seats.

"You have yet to say a single word—Come now!" the hiss from Obito's lips does nothing to change the lackadaisical look upon his features. He only continues to stare upon his leader so quiet among those arguing.

He hears the subtle exhale she gives. They do not need looks upon each other in this moment. She has already told him that she supports him, "None of this changes any—"

"It's so like you to throw the decisions to everyone else! Pathetic!" Obito is quick to cut him off unsatisfied with his stance.

He knows his wife is not prepared for what he does next. He knows that she will stop him if he crosses too far—she has already done so twice. She will be his voice of reason when all he feels is lividity.

He will not stand idly among his peers to such tones taken with him.
After all, he did bring war with him.

The quake of the mats is beneath them all.
The baring of teeth comes with the males lack of oxygen.
There is a squeeze upon the windpipe of the Uchiha below him.
There is the deep rich red that have taken the place of endless ebony.

This display is a warning for any who dared to question his position. It was meant for all to see—it was entirely intended. He would make the male who's windpipe he gripped recognize here and now who was above who. There would be no tolerance for the venom that had spilled out. His knee digs within the males chest as an even greater warning—to bare such teeth with vicious intent would only cause the giver far greater harm. The Uchiha below him should consider himself lucky that he has not drawn his sword.

Hiashi is the first to give forth words of reprimand. The Uchiha do not speak at this display. This serves to make him press within the windpipe even harder at the Hyuuga's tone.

This was between clan members.
There is only three who would stop him.

This Uchiha may be of higher rank, but he is not an heir. He is not his uncle who sat within second command. He is not their leader that still has yet to speak. There is a place for this Uchiha just as there was for the others who sat within this room. For him to have forgotten his place would only lead to his own misfortune. He would know his place here and now—by lethal force if necessary.

"None of this changes anything. We will act as we have until we can reach peace—do not speak as if this is something so trivial." it's as he rasps out the last word that he digs his knee further into the male finally forcing the teeth that show such fury to disappear within pain.

"Sasuke-kun." her voice is calm, and it holds the composure she sat within—she was far more prepared than he had realized.

Deep rich red shift from his intended victim. He does not turn to look to her. He only shifts them to give silent attention to her voice. He does not need to see her face to now that she has held such calm upon her features. It's at her call though that he finally eases the pressure he has continued to apply finally raising from the male who dared to take such words with him. The deep rich red glow among those in the room as they seek her out. The stares made of wide eyes and slightly dipped mouths hold not even fleetingly looks from him. All but two are unprepared for what the red show within their glow. The steps he takes are solid as he sets to sit beside her once more. He will not look upon her with the same set of eyes. She would only receive ebony upon her. The coughs, and shuffle from the male make him all too apparent that he is seeking to attack him back.

"That is enough." finally the voice he knows his leader for has come out, "Hiashi-san do you disagree with what Sasuke-san has said?"

"No."

All within the room seem to finally find air within them. Their intake of oxygen is not loud, but it is felt within the dissipation of violence in the room. He has taken his place beside her as he has intended.

"I can only assume you will prepare another meeting—hopefully far sooner than our last."

The meeting is dismissed and with it there seems to be only more relief upon all who attends faces. The maids come as they are meant to bringing food for them to dine upon.

It's later within the night as they dress for bed that the Hyuuga prodigy comes seeking him out. The Hyuuga and his wife converse in pleasantries. His wife gives forth a worn out noise as she seeks to gain his attention, "Come back soon."

He gives forth a nod before leaving her to sleep within the guest room alone. The quiet between him, and Neji is as it is always is. They do not speak within these halls. It is out among the road that they let themselves fall into conversation. At first it is nothing that holds any true meaning. The smirks, and chuckles come within these small topics of no importance. They all are just a place holder.

"I barely caught Sakura-san's performance in Konohagakure." there is the smallest of smirks upon the Hyuuga's mouth as he speaks, "It was stunning. All of it was very different from our own celebrations."

The nod of his head comes as he slips his hands within his sleeves, "It was."

"You seem much more fond of her now." the statement holds the hint of curiosity but does not push for more information as he continues shifting the topic once more, "The peace talks—they were not as peaceful as one might assume."

He tilts his head towards the Hyuuga, "It would seem as such. When I saw them in Konohagakure though it all seemed well."

"Things had been well in pre-meetings, but it was once Izuna-san, and Tobirama-san started going after one another that things fell through quickly." he halts within his steps, "Izuna-san had always been one I could have seen giving into peace even with what reluctance he's shown, but not after what I saw at the meeting. There's an urgency there. There was a greater hate than normal."

The words that fall hold their own sense of urgency. They fall as if to warn him. Thoughts of what had transpired within the room of Uchiha and Hyuuga are all that he can see within his mind.

Madara had held an air far different from the norm—there was always a power held within his presence but never had his leader ever radiated with such disdain. His leader had always been one forever mixed within calculation and yet it had not been present among them—it had been fogged as if something else had captured his attention.

Izuna had not been far off behind his brother. His uncle had been known to keep his cool when it matter most. Yet, there had been no attempt at keeping the lethal words at bay within their meeting this afternoon. Agitation had spilled in every word he spoke—the peace talks had left him bitter.

"This afternoon you showed your place as heir."

"Ah." his lids fall in the same slow manner he knows his leader had given, and with them the loss of ebony come to be replaced with the ever glowing red he had displayed earlier within the evening. There's a look between the two—it's filled with all the same things they had always held between them.

Understanding—the bond that came with allies is what it holds.

There is no reason to continue to prolong what it is the Hyuuga had sought him out for. All that had filled the air between them, and all the conversations that held no fruit other then idle chatter among them had been only to try to ease what hesitation laid within the pale of the eyes he gazes upon. Deep rich red can only follow the male's shift, and the curling of his fingers. There's a tightening of his throat as he seeks to swallow the chilled air of night.

The Hyuuga speaks it within a whisper. He had not missed it—his eyes had easily read that which he had finally let fall.

There's a drop of his stomach, and it is now that it's his turn to give way to wide eyes, and parted lips. That which had been left out of the meeting, that which they would dare not breath to even the highest of rank, that which had brought Izuna urgency within the peace talks, and that which had distracted his leader—it was painstakingly clear, and now painstakingly obvious.

The clarity that comes from what he had seen, and now what was known is necessary. The world he knew was forever changing within these war torn times. They may have lost none within their rank, and yet they were still harmed within this year. They had held loss among their men, and they had lost land and yet, this loss is far graver then what he had known. The urgency that had been within his uncle is warranted, and he, himself, feels it all just the same. Morale could not drop with these words—they could not allow it to fall in times like these.

"Who else knows?" his voice is tight within the air as his brows come to pinch together.

"Only Hiashi-sama, Izuna-sama, myself, and now you."

"Keep it that way—to let this out could change everything." his tone is laced in frustration not truly held against the male in front of him.

Their walk back holds a tangible tenseness. They do not speak within the silence that surrounds them, and they only give the smallest of looks before separating to their room. This bond between allies is what solidifies his trust within the Hyuuga. He does not fear him speaking to others.

Fingers curl upon the door preparing himself to slide within the room. He could not wake her with these troubles, and he could not alert others of this new found urgency thick upon his shoulders. The drag of the door is smooth, and soft even as he enters and seeks to close it now tucked within. The spring nymph does not stir, and it's her breathing that seeks to calm him as he watches the slow rise and fall of her chest. His steps take him to her without thought. Kneeling above her he allows himself to continue this moment of calm she's providing, whilst nestled in the world of sleep. Those long pale rose-colored strands are what his fingers seek out and take with care.

The deep breath he inhales is one that provides him with an even deeper comfort. Her scent fills his nose, and only furthers these unconscious actions as he brings her hair to press against his lips.

Madara is going blind.

He's accepted that which he has been told.
There was no other option but to move forward.

She willingly sought to place all of her hopes upon him.
He could not allow himself to be beckoned still with such hope right before him.

Parted lips and warm eyes are what decorate her as she walks him to the gate. She is not set to take her own leave for several more days. There is an edge to him that had not existed before the meeting and he has chosen not to let what fills his mind spill between them. He has chosen to not give way to such things. He has chosen to maintain it all on his own.

There is the desire to simply ask him, and yet she will not give way to such questions. He is a man who does not speak when asked. He is a man who gives when he feels he is ready. She will be patient and she will wait for him.

She will always wait for him.

He has yet to leave her side—those he accompanies this time are familiar. This is the group holding the gentle giant, the woman of vibrant colored locks, and male loud and full of tease. It's hesitant and fleeting when she feels his eyes fall upon her. There's unusually soft steps, and the brush of his hand against her own.

"Come home safely." she's soft within her words choosing them to be for him, and her alone even within the presence of others.

He's the whisper within the wind when he is gone from her viridian. She cannot help but look toward the days to come, and the hope they'll sweep her away from her longing of him. There is warmth upon her fingers in which their fingers had brushed and it's that same hand that holds within her cheongsam as if to tuck it within her heart.

The smile upon her lips is growing as she's making her way through the market. She had taken a chance. She had taken a moment to spill what she had come to accept within the time they had been together. She had told him that she had loved him with all of her heart. There is no regret in this decision.

His reaction had been boyish in nature with his pull upon his fringe. That moment, and that look. That drop of his mouth, and those eyes of his. They are but another memory she wishes to look back on in the years to come. They are ones she hopes to see more. She hopes it will be a moment in time she can forever look upon. It was enchanting, and she can only question if this was a look into the boy she had never met She had met him as a man. She had met him within the walls he had built after losing that which he held close to heart. She had missed the boy within the stories. She had missed the innocent Sasuke who smiled, and clung to his older sibling. She had missed the ornery Sasuke that lingered only in the memories of those who had been around to see it.

Her steps are filled with thought entering within their home. Longing had already set within her heart, but there was much to look over, and much to read. There is interest in digging further within this family of hers after sitting among those present at the meeting. There is interest in knowing all that she can.

Knowledge was a power unlike that of any other.

It was not loud. It was not boisterous. It did not challenge. It did not manipulate.

She would hold such power. Hope at being of even more to those she healed had been what brought her among the books within the library. Memories of the last time she had let her fingers dance upon the spines are worn but still lingering. She had been so lost within the tug-o-war that was her heart. She did not understand him, and he had no interest in settling the myth verses reality that battled within her.

The smile that breaks upon her lips is filled with humor at this memory. The walls around his heart were high, and unclimable. They had been made with years of hurt, and years of loss. They still resided and they still stood and yet he was slowly but surely allowing her to come within them. She had known who he had been. He had been a man who's name was whispered among those that followed the Senju. She had gazed upon him with so much disdain and so much distrust for all the stories that filled the air with a single mention of his name.

That was who he had been for many—but that was not who he was.

Fingers curl upon the spine of a book at random. There is no true place to start within this room, and it is only by jumping in that she would find a path.

She sought to get in further within those walls. She sought to know him on a level far deeper than that which was present. She is still miles from the goal—their marriage was becoming solid with each passing day, but still held the great divide. Her confession does not mean he, too, is where she stands. There is still so much to learn, and so much understanding to grasp. The ebony that linger upon her are a step, and the gentleness that he seems to hold with her is there within the briefest of touches.

She sought to learn the secrets of his heart.

She sought to cross the great divide.

She had told him that she was putting her support in him. She would become his support in return. The deep rich red are what she seeks to learn more of—to support him would be to support that which struck fear upon his enemies with a single glance.

Viridian can only fall within the pages completely unbound by time. They fall upon the page in hope to digest and retain that which she can only hope to understand. The time she spends within these four walls is unknown.

Optic nerves. Emotional distress.
Precious. Reflection of the heart.

There is the fall within her heart at the words printed before her. These eyes that so many saw and feared were but a reflection of their loss. The deep rich red that came with the chaos were but open windows for those that looked within them to see that which the wielder had felt.

There is the desire to gaze within the deep rich red held by her husband. There is the wish to see what his heart reflected within their deep rich red. Did those eyes rich within such color hold all the pain she wished to take upon herself? Did they hold all the feelings that he sought to keep locked away behind the walls that towered?

He had begun to lower them, and yet there was no ignoring that which was before her.

Those eyes of his so endless in their ebony held the ability to glow within red and see the color of her chakra—had he seen it already? What color did it hold? They see the change in muscles, and they saw the movements in ways that she would never be able to. They saw what their enemy would use, and they would take it as their own perfecting it with ease. They were grand with their hold upon their opponent, and they could seize control.

The sound of the door sliding open has not been caught and it's only by the call of her handmaid that she finally slides her viridian from the pages. There is concern etched upon the maid's face as her voice calls again, and there is guilt in making her worry. Fingers close the book and lay it atop the pile that has compiled upon the high table. The mention of dinner has her wondering how much time she had lost within her reading. It's following after the handmaid with fleeting viridian that she realizes the sky paints itself in all the colors that come with sunset. It paints their home in purples, and reds so warm within the suns attempt to rest. Each step she takes is one step closer to that which gave her husband retreat from the battlefield, and the stress of war.

Viridian fall upon the cherry tree thriving with buds against the cool dismissal of winter that hopes to maintain its hold. He's gone with the wind, and he's out within the war torn world. He's not within her reach but she feels the calm that this simple tree provides him.

Every step she takes, and every move she makes is a chance she takes.

"Sakura-sama?"

There is no stopping the smile that comes over her. It holds all the tenderness and all the warmth she feels within her longing, "Mikoto-san—she was warmhearted wasn't she?"

The maid can only look to her with the smallest part of her mouth and eyebrows raised at the question, "She was."

The spring wife can only widen her smile as her eyes fall from the maid seeking out this tree so adored, and so loved, "What is the meaning behind her name?"

"Precious, Sakura-sama." there is longing within the uttered words that fall from the maid as if just speaking of this woman brought a bittersweet joy.

Emotional distress over one's precious loved ones is what gave birth to eyes rich in red. Precious loved ones were what the wielder held within the walls around their heart. A precious woman had given birth to eyes rich in red. There is no doubt without hearing a single tale, and without a single mention that her husband's mother was her namesake.

She had given birth to something just as precious as she was.

This woman she would never come to know had seen the boy that she can only imagine. This woman had loved and nurtured her son with all that she could before being ripped from him. This woman had lost the chance to stand beside him, and now could only gaze upon him where he could not see her.

There is no missing the feel of her presence in front of this cherry tree that fights the dying winter. There is no missing her bathed within the sunset that glows upon this garden. Never had this woman stopped her love. Never had this woman let go of his hand. There is hope, and there is a prayer that she will continue to love her son within the land of the dead.

Fingers trail up as if to hold the sun within her hand. This small window of time has been kind in leaving her once more unbound by its usual hold. She would never come to know of her. She would never hear this woman's voice—but she could feel her in these moments.

Viridian cannot stop themselves from glassing over. This woman continues to work so tirelessly. The pain this woman must feel in watching the children she had brought into this world fight is a pain she does not know. No one so precious should ever have to watch something like that. She can only try in this moment to understand her—she can only hope to one day take some of that pain from her. She can only hope to assist her in taking some of that weight she's carried for so long from her shoulders.

The wind that blows through brings back the slow tick of time within it's rightful place as night comes closer. The red that had painted across the sky is dimming, and it's falling within it's battle against the purple. There is a sense that even with her mother-in-law's presence no longer felt that she's never far.

Mikoto Uchiha was unbelievably precious.

Author Note:

Yooo. Sorry this got put on the back burner while I was moving. There were complications here and there, but for the most part I'm settled into my new home. If you're ever wondering what the fuck I'm doing or why I'm dragging ass there is a 90% chance I've said something about it on tumblr. So always be sure to check there if you want more active information on what's going on with the next chapter, etc. That being said I absolutely hate this chapter (outside of the SakuMiko stuff). It starts moving things so it is more of a filler/insert info chapter and that annoys me. I feel like anytime I gotta do these meetings they are stiff. It takes a lot out of me to not just cringe and do a select all delete. That's me personally tho. I had issues with the chapter that holds the first meeting (pretty sure it's Chapter 2 - The Uchiha) just the same #shrugs

Since I was an ass and am waaaay behind. I'll spoil you all with a little info since I've been asked about this a few times.

All ya'll wanting that Lemon. . . It's in Chapter 17. I finally found the place it needed to be in, and can officially say I removed it from my questioned content file and have slid it into place. I'm not gonna say any more than that tho. So there's something to at least look forward to in the future.

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The Daily Routine - #slidesonsunglasses I have provided the goods my dude (Chapter 17th if you missed it within the great wall of text)
Guest, needing SS babies - I may have some plans for that kek
Guest, who wants Sauce to put a bby in Saku - DUDEIMHOWLING. LOL ThAT EMOJITOO.

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