Infancy for her was a series of blackouts, periodically waking up to see different faces hovering over hers. Not having enough time to panic before she fell asleep it didn't bother her as much as it usually would have.
She had no idea how long her time in suspension lasted but she was glad that it was over. So far she had been up for a few hours and had yet to pass out. Madara noticed that she had grown, physically from her perspective her limbs seemed longer and there was hair curling over her shoulders. Thick unmanageable hair if the way it curled was anything to go by.
She didn't know her exact age but she did know that usually infants exited through constant need for sleep stage around the age of five months to a year or so and since she was lucid Madara decided that was probably the most accurate.
Peering around her room for the first time she noticed how bare it was. Not that she exactly wanted a clutter packed room but most families who had a newborn child filled their sleeping space with color, toys, and gadgets. She didn't know why she was the exception of the decorating rule but she had an idea and though it could be that they were poor the expensive look of this place made her doubt it.
Furrowing her brow Madara could feel something nudging her from her thoughts. The mysterious entity nestled in her core - the one she had taken as the result of reincarnation - felt something brush against it and she painstakingly began the process of turning her head towards the door.
On queue two boys entered into her room, both whispering furiously to each other with their heads brows and frowns marring their young faces.
Narrowing her eyes at the duo - or attempting to, her control over her facial expressions was shot at the moment - Madara wondered who they could be to so easily enter her room. She could clearly recall being called Madara-hime by the nurse and both of her parents had the same respectful suffix attached to their names. They must be important here if that's how they were addressed on a daily basis.
Taking in the appearance of the boys - black hair and eyes, did everyone here look like that? - she screwed her face up at the clothes they were wearing.
A dark yukata paired with pants and bandages tying down the ends.
That was a very old fashioned way to dress.
"Look she's awake!" One of the boys hissed and Madara jumped at how loud he suddenly got. "Let's go say hi now Juushiro."
Juushiro, the older looking boy with long hair scowled. "You can't just go in there okay? Haha-eu said to wait!" He scolded, making sure to sound as disapproving as he could. "Takada!"
Takada, the one with the short hair and a white head band on, took a step into the room and stuck out his tongue in a taunt.
"Why do you call kaa-chan that?" He asked with a frown. "You know what, I don't care. What I do care about is our new sister we've only ever seen once but it looks like you don't!"
And apparently these were her new siblings. Madara didn't know what to think about this so she didn't think at all.
Heading towards her Takada tossed his-their brother a haughty look.
"I'll have her calling me nii-sama in no time fla-HEY!" He pouted staring at the older boy who was suddenly there and holding Madara in his arms. "Using a technique is cheating!"
Juushiro shrugged. "Don't be jealous because you can't do it yet."
His face grew red. "I CAN TOO!"
Sticking one finger in his ear Juushiro blew a raspberry. "Oya, oya, is that a lie I hear?"
"You know I'm not lying!" Takada hissed, narrowing obsidian eyes. "You saw me using it during training. You're just trying to make me look bad in front of Madara-chan!"
Juushiro looked down at her bland deadpan expression and back to his-their, she would have to get better at remembering their new found relation - brother.
"You're doing a bang up job all by yourself. Way to set the Uchiha standard idiot, if she says something stupid as her first word Chichi-eu will have your head."
Blinking at the word Uchiha she automatically thought of the comics she had read with that emotional kid Sasuke and his homicidal-for-the-greater-good brother Itachi because let's face it, what else could a title like that lead you too?
Brushing it off to the side because the two things couldn't be related she allowed her two new brothers to argue over her for a while before one of them suggested they see who could make her laugh first.
"That sounds like a stupid idea." Juushiro said with a bluntness Madara could respect. "Do you think I'm gonna let you be the guiding hand to our imouto based on a hilarity contest?"
Black eyes rolled as the boy with the longer hair snorted. "Please, she'd take one look at the thing you call a face and she would die of laughter."
Letting out a little bleat of a chuckle which earned her two pairs of eyes on her face Madara allowed her visage to fall back into its neutral blank expression.
"Well look at that," Juushiro hummed, seemingly satisfied. "I win, now get out and leave my protégé and I alone."
Shoving the struggling Takada towards the door with one hand Madara was impressed that a boy his age was so strong.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" He cried out, fingers latching onto the door frame so hard Madara could have sworn she had seem cranks appear. "That doesn't count because you didn't accept the challenge!"
"Don't care, ain't gonna care anytime soon, I still won, goodbye." Slamming the tatami door after the stumbling boy it wasn't long before a poof sounded and Madara was whirled around to see Takada emerging out of a cloud of smoke.
She blinked, startled. What in the world?
"Ha! Like I would let you get off that easily!" Takada declared, resting one hand on his hip and pointing the other at her brother. "If you don't want to take that challenge then how about the usual?"
At this Juushiro smirked and she suddenly felt unsafe. "Oh you're on, that's practically my specialty."
"If we listened to you taking a shit would also be your specialty." The younger boy muttered lowly but both of them heard him. "So to the field yards?"
"Meet you there."
The next thing Madara knew was the feeling of wind in her ears and she was slumping against Juushiro like a rag doll unable to process much else than the necessary function of breathing.
"Hey, are you gonna hold her and do it?" Takada asked with a single brow raised in question. "Because if she gets hurt that's on you."
Scowling at the other boy he held Madara out from his body and stared deep into her eyes.
"Don't scream." Was all he said before he let her drop to the ground.
The shriek - not a scream, after all it couldn't possibly do to disobey the sibling how would willing let her fall - that had built up in her chest lodged in her throat as a second pair of arms caught her.
Sighing in relief she turned to grace Takada with a smile and Juushiro with a withering glare for saving her re-life when she came face to face with Juushiro.
Angry and confused - because hello, he had dropped her! - she slapped his face.
He shot her an amused look. "Your sister sure has a right hook."
"Technically speaking she's also yours." A familiar voice said and Madara nearly broke her neck trying to turn around to view Juushiro who was standing next to Takada, then back to also-Juushiro who was holding her in his hands.
Breathing deeply, Madara closed her eyes.
She would not scream and cry. She would not scream and cry. She would not-
"At the same time then?" Her older brother asked, ignoring the panicking, hyperventilating child his clone-thing-demon was holding.
"One."
She could handle this, she could keep her calm.
"Two."
Maybe she was wrong and this was all a coincidence. A big, freaky, reincarnation coincidence!
"Three."
Yeah, that was it. She could rationalize this and she would not cry and-
"Go!"
-and out of their mouths flew giant sized, actual balls of fire.
Madara could feel the heat slide over her skin and ruffle her hair. It was bright like nothing she had ever seen in real life but just like something she had seen from the opposite side of a t.v. screen.
"-totally made mine bigger than yours!" Takada shouted glaring over at the longer haired boy
"Dont kid yourself," Juushiro groused. "Mine was bigger."
Blocking out their squabbling she stared numbly at the smoking grass. Deciding to just give in before she gave herself a hernia from all the effort to restrain herself, she promptly burst into tears.
She's figured it out. You guys got to meet her older brothers, there's only one more of them I have to introduce. What do you think of their personalities? This was a hard scene for me because I wanted to have her realization be perfect. I feel like it wouldn't take long for someone to figure it out if they were born in the warring states era, with all the fighting happening left and right.
Please review. Excuse the errors.