To await, so became the burden of living within a clan of righteous rule, in comprehension of strict manner of law, Madara knew his role within as well as one might. Not in place of leader, nor of healing omega -as obvious,- not the precaution, but the sacrificial child just as his younger brother behind. Thee whom bore the expectation to die upon the battleground in the service -to one- of their siblings' ascension to patriarchal rank. Under that banner of presumption for life and death he had conducted himself; stoicism to sentimentality reigned over any emotional upheaval that might've overhauled his mentality, under the comprehension that his place within the clan was to die for his brother or sister within and without their future reign. In that same understanding he had never presumed to be given a betrothal; however, in watching his eldest brother and the blonde following him about, the flare of unfamiliar jealousy quaked in his abdomen.
Yester, he had made the explanation to Naruto that Izuna possessed the same childish emotion, as he now did in watching. His eyes found the dirt in a shame he had not known he harboured. Staring upon the frightful warrior the omega was shaping to become under his brother's guidance, the burn behind his irises was impossible to ignore; he sighed to himself at the implication that painful reminder represented. Then turned to focus unto his own training, not bothering to make a scold upon his sibling for breaching the clan rules so entirely and teaching a omega combat. Instead, he feigned upon himself that no one was nearby and focused himself upon the wooden figurine before him, hoping -in marginal thought, to strengthen his muscles by hitting repetitively upon the wood.
Mind still in wonderance, his eyes glanced frequently over to the beauticious omega practising with a tekkan -to gain the feel for a new weight upon his hands that a katana or even a tendo would provide.- The grace in his movements was lacking, though the charming whimsy of his steps was amusing to watch. Much to his own ire, Madara found himself staring at the boy as he practised; wishing in the depths of his endarkened thoughts that he were the eldest sibling, above Samaki, above Maiki, for then he would be given the Uzumaki descendant for his own betrothal; it was a egocentric thought and he shook it loose as best he might, to consider the deaths of his own siblings in the fragile hope of gaining their fiancee for his own was grotesque in demeanour. Delicately, he wondered if Izuna had made the same rationality in privacy, then discarded the possibility as illogical; Izuna bore the title of youngest amongst them, and had thus been raised in ignorant benevolence as consequence.
Within frustration, Madara sat with a weight unto the ground beneath him, not caring for the minut vibration made therein, running a hand through his lengthened hair in thought, annoyance fermenting as a coiling spring at the pit of his stomach. A thrill ran up his spine suddenly, and he turned as fast he might whilst sat, to find the object of his ire standing behind him with the most curious innocently made express. Without a moment of considerence, he glared at the omega stood behind him, and in return he gained a sharp expression from hydrangea cast eyes and sulken lips pouting outwards; it made him twitch inside, in far more then surprise for the challenging visage it made. The anger set expression that he had not previously seen Naru make, least not in direct onto himself. It is as tan lips part to make a statement of determination, as Madara had so come accustomed unto, the wind made her shift swiftly throughout the encampment and a shout sounded amongst the guards in warning.
"Kiniki!" Nothing further is said, though even within relaxed posturing Madara's blood scorges his veins. Readying with the katana at his back in his obi, he glimpses at Naru's uncertainty; the waver in his moments, as if comprehending, yet still unknowing of his own placement as his head turns in frightened watch of the running shinobi about him, his hands twitch to the screams and yells surrounding them in the chaos. In hesitancy, in seeing his brother had already shashined to the frontlines, Madara turns to the omega he desired to be his own and tosses his blade; in knowing his own capabilities within the bounds of taijutsu the young alpha makes a natural stance while hearing his own katana unsheathed for battle by the beauticious omega behind him.
Neither of them were prepared for the men to jump from the trees surrounding, each animalistic in appearance, amongst them several baring human leather coverings. Despite his own far vast experience with the Kiniki clan, Madara comes to flinching at the garish sight afore him, as three men charge for him, two with rigid metal blades improperly made, one with nothing but a kunai. Madara grasps and pulls Naruto's arm beside to wake him from his shocked mentality, which succeeded as sparkled irises trained themselves onto the threat forbearing. In taking a breath he sweeps below to make jagged the stance of the men charging, then in turn does a roundhouse kick high into the air; catching one and surprising the other, hitting him fierce with his fist and feeling cartilage break beneath his knuckles in taught, the young Uchiha wastes no time in stomping down on the man already down from his kick; and cracking his neck, proceeding much the same in disabling the other beforehand then crushing his ribcage with the heel of his wooden sandal.
By behind, Naru had managed to wield his blade skillfully in incapacitating his assailant, disabling his blade arm by cutting him forward from the elbow. It was a messed cut, unstable and inelegant -though expected, for the blond's inexperience with a katana. Should the situation be less serious, the ivory toned Uchiha may have found the circumstance amusing, as it were, he held his laughter firmly within his chest in deepened breath none could hear or see, focusing instead on killing the furious -and still breathing, half-cut man attempting to maintain his integrity by methodology of fighting with a cut-off arm he was vigorously feigning no issue with. With no problems pertaining, Madara dodged a weak attempt upon his own life from the attacker, and cracked the bloodsoaked man at his neck by twining it. However, in glimpse, Naruto was still upon the ground, not injured by battle; but shock had certainly stricken his face and body as he remained still and rigid in place.
With no assassins around Madara reached his hand forth, and with a minor surprise upon him a small tanned hand took the offer of aid. Though slowed by his unexpectant shook still cast over his face, the blond forced himself a slight simper unto his aid, while a grimace crossed over his lips when his irises caught glimpse of the near laying bodies he had helped kill. In delicately, with a nature not quite fathomed as tender by the common clan raised omega, Madara raised an eyebrow in simplistic curiosity, a smirk grazing his lips unto his question: "never have mutilated a limb in previous?" Oceanic eyes cast down in brief contemplation.
"Not in want." Came the gentle spoken reply, and in the unbidden circumstance of a making by his own wording, Madara the Forth born Prime Alpha of the Uchiha Clan; found himself in laughter over a sentence of little true amusement. Rather, for the mere joy that the presence of his companion's company by himself made.
"Clear!" Came the beckon of freedom surrounding, an Uchiha shouted aloud as plausible. It is with an exertion of priourly gasped breathe that Madara, in toe with his blond omega companion make way to the main camp, hand-in-hand in a simplistic form of medieval comfort. By manner of his chivalrous character in its true form shown forth, Naru held high his chin with a grim simper rested upon his visage; a vague pride fore his own act of triumph against his one foe. The Uchiha beside him makes a smirk in response, but offers no correction to the warm egotism sprung from the act of concurring over an opponent; having known well the crushing comprehension of acknowledging victory to not be your own, by matter of his own experience.
Nothing was spoken betwixt them in conversation, much of the encampment still reconciling with loss and victory, as they prepped their dead and made congratulations unto their warriors. Few cheers were made, under method of a stoicism idelic clan, yet still one could view the easy companionship of a pat to the shoulder of back in way of alphanistic-masculinity. In similar manner, the omega's so brought and married within the clan were cleansing wounds and making ready pyres for the burn of the honoured dead; whilst others dug trenches for their former enemies.
In his notice, the former Uzumaki came to look about him in contemplation, in wonderance of his place among those working. Hesitantly, he felt his hand dropped in inelegance from his former escort, and in turn he turned his bright cornflower eyes to the teen by his side; thee who looked sharp with grieving irises filled with clear tears unmistakable to any whom had seen the sight in previous. Naruto, saw what Madara had been made witness unto, and in his own turn a glisten came upon his own irises. Unmistakable unto any whom knew the man, the alpha body of Naru's own betrothed was collapsed with multiple stabbings unto his torso, obvious made from a tendo or scabbard of rugged design.
Happenstance, had the praying woman that was Samaki's mother -and therein Matriarch of the clan- stare upon them both from her position over her son's mutilated figure. However, as the blond knew of the lady's opinion of him, he took her uncommented dismissal of their approach as a grievance upon her son's death: as she merely stood tall, wiped gentle her face, and walked with chin high away from the open grounds into hers homupowa's hut; saying not a word unto no one about.
Without considerance for his act, a tanned hand gripped firm upon the curtained yutaka of the teen beside him. Grip tight, whilst his head dropped in mourning for the loss of his betrothed; Madara, though his place, said nothing for the impropriety of the action, instead only made more unchivalrous the act by grasping one of the small hands resting on his clothe with his own larger in a frail form of comfort.
They looked into each other then, onyx irises entranced by bluebell shining eyes. They neither said a word, yet by empassioned understanding non-explainable by a man or woman of societal structure; they lent towards the other near touching lips in a show of intrigue and emote non-permissible by regal Uchiha standard:
Stopped however, by the alpha woman whom now stood next in line by inheritance; as she stepped cross over to her brother and her own newly made betrothed. Pushing them from the other with a scarce needed force and a glouwer of threat unto her younger brother for his unsuited actions. Though not readily apparent through most genetics, Naruto did take notice that several of the frequenting alpha women amongst the clan had their hair clipped short near to the skelp and standing up at the top as fine grass. Maiki bore no obvious difference in her visage, upon her was the shortened clipped hair peaked upwards by genetics, coloured in a -seemingly- spiteful darkened grey; far more embrightened then any of her brothers' likened indigo black. Her eyes were small in compare to Madara's larger gaze, giving unto Naru a pause; for of all Uchiha within the hierarchy he had met, her company had been the least of all. In speaking of her status and age she stood over both himself and her younger brother with an intimidation Madara did not yet bare.
In truth to his stereotypical behavioural normality, he complied unto her invisible reprimand; inching himself away from the man he would nye call friend -if attraction bore no issue. Maiki's hand grabbed at his cloth forcing his eyes to astray unto her for but a moment, as his mind made a whirl of confusion for the signals it newly received; then it made the choice, not one by his own conscious thought; but of pure humanitarian instinct. His irises, turned from the alpha woman to be his homupowa by law, to the man of his eyes glaring upon his sister with eyes of might and fury; with clenched fists and a dimple of red glistened at the peak of his lip. Uzumaki Naruto, watched then. He knew not to full the comprehension of Uchiha law, as he had only been entered in short time; but as he had been declared the next in possession to the Matriarchal title, he knew his place was to learn well; and as it were, in watching Madara growl in quiet reproach towards his towering sister, he found the situation wanting for mediation.
"Calm ye, or fit thyself well for arms brother, it is of no challenge; the omega is mine for Samaki's demise." It came as a threat, and in worry for understanding therein implied, Naruto drew himself courage and lay hand over the curl that had become the reddened fist of Madara. Their eyes met then, both intergrained with quarrelling comprehensions that none but themselves could comprehend as of yet. Enhanced emberus grey shone with the fury inlaylin and hidden, to stare upon the sight made by a cornflower of amorous blue; those which made visage of impassioned compassion so pure; it made Madara turn from the fight he had mentaly made ready for. Neither expressed the words that were needed of them, as spoken it would do no judice: though in truth the blond omega knew himself well enough to flush bright in his cheeks for his feelings to showcase themselves, and thence he hid his head in dropping it down to look unto the dirt and hide his eyes with his shortened fringe. The Uchiha, youngest amongst, did much the same, though in the sight of his elder sibling forwent submitting his chin, and instead arose it to hight as he once more glared upon her toward form.
She stood betwixt them without a question made, stood as if a sentry; in guard. Though, in disposition, her arms were crossed over her chest in disapproval and her brow raised in wonderment of his own actions. He gave answer, by closing his own lids in brief and bowing unto her supremacy as short as he may, before leaving in the direction of which he had come: the ideal of mourning his forgone brother only minutely crossing his glowering mind, as he went instead to find the only sibling he had of younger age then himself. All while ignoring the burn to the cusp of his neck as an unrestrained gaze kept upon him as he walked; though whether that be his elder sister or the oceanic eyes of her betrothed he did not know, nor did he risk to glimpse back to find out.
Izuna he found, in duress at the eastern side of their encampment, sweating heavily for their cheapened robes and attempting to aid in repairs around the medical storage. Without orders from his father, mother, or sister whom he had walked from, Madara knew he had little place to be but within the boundaries of charity. As stood, despite Maiki's mocking jeer that she join the front lines; under Uchiha law and standardized morale, he had but one more year before he could properly make war amongst his equals. Thus, he grasped at the fallen planks, those cut or torn by swords surrounding the ground that could be once more used for shelter. There was little to remake, as their storage keep for herbs and supplies was marginal as was their limited knowledge of the craft therein; only expanded by those omega whom knew of the medical arts, few who had married within -those not from a clan of warfare were rare standing. He garnered a large grin from his brother as he began to fuse together the wood as best he might; Izuna appearing much gladdened for his arrival, he smiled back in spite of his dower mood.
Though the presentation of glad tidings worked not to his favour, as in ease of knowledge his sibling became aware of his ire in quick succession to his helping. In joint of their repairs, small hands aiding his own larger, big eyes of innocent-cast youth stared upon him as if an intrenching sword might to flesh, piercing at his defenses and hoping for answers. "Madara, what occurred?" There was slight to ask, in a clan surrounded by death, war, and life encircling: Still even as two answers were all that could be told in response; his jealousy not a matter made for discussion with any person in truth. In candour the best response he could make was to speak of their brother's death, as if it were less shaming then his lust for their sister's betrothed.
A scoff came from him then, shame and dishonour for once arisen within him for the world they breathed within. Thinking unto himself of the cruelty of existence; that Samaki's death was less a bane unto him, unto his honour, then his own want for an alive omega, shame clamoured within him at the burn such a world made upon him at the very concept. Still, even as Izuna's irises bore into his soul, he said nothing for the desire he bore, said nothing for the oceanic eyes that gave him no rest within his own mind. In knowledge of his younger sibling's want for the man himself. His fist clenched once more, just as it had before Maiki at the consideration; of the encompassing crushing sensation in knowing that Naru would never be his own should his sister live: At his own secret thought that should she die, then Naru would be his own; and then therein, how malicious his mind must be to even take upon such a mentality without remorse for the fact. So, he made his response unto his brother, an obscured truth: "Samaki died."
A gasp was what he heard, then in half-made glance, the tears he expected to witness were wet upon his brother's lids, but that was all. Izuna breathed deep as if in centerance, then continued in his work, biting at his lower lip all the while in a steady -reddening, pressure. His brother's chest rose fastly, unsteady in the manner of an injured man, and Madara knew the look of grief whence it was present afore him. He made no call for aid, but pulled away the blistered small hands of his little brother from their repair work, and made him sit upon the grass instead. Crouching to his level, he forced himself as guide for breathing as best he might, regardless of his own privatized method of dealing with grievance.
For most, Izuna recognized his guidance and followed, though his eyes drew astray at the joining of another to their work. For behind him, though he only took glimpse, Madara could easily recognize the brightened sunflower hair of Naru: Him now, doing what they had, with limited chakra somewhat intermingled blue with a tinged purple that confused the eyes, Naru would grab a board of wood then intertach it to the building as if foretrained. Though, in considerance unto himself; that is knowing that his own clan had seen him a rejection amongst them, Madara could assume that perhaps such a task was merely normality for such a man. He stood then, hand still rested over his brother's shoulder in slight comfort.
"Naru-kun," he had no proper formality for the man as it were, though the sound felt heavy upon his tongue. He earned himself a humming sound of acknowledgement, and in candour, despite the depression weighing over the encampment he smiled to the dismissive sound in earnest. Izuna beside him, he heard chorkle with only a minor attempt to forestall himself. They were in the poor stance as it were, and in concern for his friend's own safety, he grasped the hand still charged with purple-blue chakra, hot; in comparison to most omega he knew, it gave him brief pause but his own frigid chakra made it not a concern, and he turned Naru in his direction to speak. "You cannot work thusly, Maiki-onee is little as lenient as Samaki-onii were." In response, he gained furrowed brows as in express of irritation made its cross over the previously compassionate face of the omega before him, Madara found himself scowling for his own wording.
"Are you to say that I cannot repair a medical storage for the fact of mine own status within the clan?" He opened his lips for a response, though not well thought, interrupted however, as Naruto spoke once more, therein over him with an angered near yell cusping within his tone. "Don't speak of Samaki-san as if he were nothing more then a body amongst many! He was a good man, well seasoned, kindred to his clan and well comprehensive of us omega! I will not have you- nor anyone speak of him as if he died just for the mere sake of dying!" There was well comprehensive reasoning within the procuring shout made, though Madara could see far more then a grief in occurrence at the mannerism of which Naruto had taken to his brother's death.
A respect for the man seasoned his tone as if it had been belayed by Madara's own words; regardless of the blond's interpritence, the eldest Prime Uchiha -apparting his sister- turned down his brow to the wording Naru spouted at him, knowledge filling his mind as blanks came to be filled in his head; Naru had respected his brother, as friend, comrade, and perhaps even engaged, he had wrongfully assumed that Madara was disrespecting him in saying that Maiki would not be as -wrongfully- free with him: Madara knew he bore no such opinion as his future Patriarch -that being his sister. Though he could at the least comprehend Naru's misinterpretation.
"Naru-chan, that is not how Nii-san meant-" In taking brief look about him for sight of her, Izuna spoke once more, "-he was merely saying, that in truth Maiki-onee is traditional, in opposition to Samaki-nii. She would not permit you to aid us in repairs or-" he lowered his voice to whisper then Izuna leant in close to Naruto who did the same in response and curiosity. Though Madara found himself rolling his eyes at the futile act, as he could hear all words spoken. "-or your shinobi training as Samaki-nii had." As soon as the words left him, Izuna, short as he were earned a large smack on the back of his head as Madara took swift into disciplining his idiotic brother for his freely spoken words.
"Watch your tongue Izuna-kun, I can hear you fine." He earned a giggle -inappropriate for a prime alpha of Izuna's heritage- at the reprimand, though Naru-chan giggled in return covering much of Izuna's sound with his own joyful sound. In earnest, in dishonour, Madara found himself blinking and straining his ears to keep grasping listen of the ensweetened sound, his mind making swift betrayal of his own idealizations and morale whence hearing the tonnage. Without his own knowledge for the fact, his irises were made to sparkle in watching the beauty that was made as Naru carelessly grinned in his laughter, his lids crinkled at their sides in for a showcase of joy for the humour and his hair shimmered in due with the light of the sun along with the darkened tone of his skin.
Madara stepped away for the sight, earning his brother's and his future-brother-in-law's attention as he stumbled in a manner he hardly ever made previous. His eyes were awidened by his own comprehension of thought, pupils dilated in large and the light straining upon him near blinded his newly sensitized eyes.
He scrambled himself up, then he ran.
Indignantly for one of his own rank, treading the ground with no concern for enemies in plausible surrounding, stomping into the forrest with a heaving chest of panicking mentality. Charging, blindly forward as if he were not a trained shinobi, with adrenaline fueling his every movement he collapsed by the riverside with a burn to his knees upon the pebbles and rocks by the shore. He leaned forth to the water, scraping his hands into the rocks beneath him and cutting painfully into his palms as if they did not matter at all, they would be infected with the dirt beneath if he were not more cautious. He reminded himself, though it was made weakened as his mind whirled in with the understanding of his own sins.
Breathing deep, he scolded himself; had he not just coached his own brother through a panic himself? Though, he supposed that halted not the possibility of panic gripping him in her relentless grasp. He pointed his chin upwards then, looking high to the sky above and staring into the light; an attempt to adjust his pupils back to their normal state with staring into the light, it worked for the shine to his eyes dimmed significant with the attempt. Then he pulled his palms away from the shore and instead onto his robe, wiping them as best he might from the dirt and blood they might've procured from his own reckless abandonment of emotional impulse. He stood them, grabbing a rock in the process: Should he return in present, he would merely face a scolding for running, as it were, if he waited, he might face nothing at all as he could make the excuse of clearing his mind. He gripped the rock in his hand, looking down upon it and shrugged in slight for he knew little; he drew downward and attempted to skip it over the water as Samaki had taught him once.
It did not reach as he expected, so in turn he grabbed yet another, and did so again, unhappy for his ill-success, but not caring for his emotions still raging within him, bright blond hair still shimmered at the edge of his sights. The beauticious vision made by Naru- even as he had bit fierce into his own arm and ripped away his own flesh as if it were a regular occurrence. The smile the omega made at knowing he was not to be a slave unto the Uchiha in his joining, but a respected member -bride perhaps, but not hated, the joy that lit into his cornflower gaze at the acknowledgement of acceptance, even as his arm healed in such speed that made him a mystery no one came in direct to question him for the subject as of yet. Madara found the entire thought enduring, and in turn he found himself smiling; then scowling as acknowledgement for fact clouded his mind and he threw the rock in his hand more fierce then he ought in turn. He knew the reasoning for his running, for his cowardice, for his smiling- morphed, scowl; he loved Naru, and it was worth naught within a clan of supremacy such as his own.
It was then, within his own idiocy; that he took notice of the minute chakra flare behind him, none of his own kin, and the stumbling of the rocks behind. He made not to assume they were an enemy, their entrance too inelegant and their masked chakra was poorly done, Madara came to automatic assumption that they to his south were but a normal farm or medicanial clan -rare as much of the world was masked with the bloodstain of war, yet not improbable. The hackles he raised dropped fast, though he turned in regard, in caution, there were always chance of an ambush well played in innocence. He only held upon him a kunai of protection in emergency. However, to his back was only another boy, one of about his own age, and clear an omega by obvious visage of delicate features -not sharpened as an alpha's would be. The omega he faced was of endarkened skin tone, much likened to Naru's own tone, so Madara could assume he was of an eastern clan much doused in sun within youth, though his hair was an enriched brown much as his irises.
Curious, he thought. Though a glare found his lids at the sight of another at the riverside, apprehension clouding his mind.