My mother was preparing for the Great Clash of Senju XIV: The air had been brimmed with preparation, anticipation, as one of the scout patrols had reported a sighting of the Senju clan gathering within eighty miles from their location. The Omega's had been gathering for the anticipated battle, most going to the forest to pick herbery and gather water in the largest quantity plausible, my mother amongst them, he had been kindly placed on gathering duty. Though his posture had been slanted and hesitational, not accustomed to leaving family boundaries. The other's on duty with him had spoken kindly, and he had spoken well to them communicating within many topics, while avoiding any personal questions that may have been directed his way: There was much to speak of, a confrontation always had much preparation prior to the actual clash, although it could be said that amongst everyone within the clan the Omega's were the most reluctant to start a battle. Arguments arose in disagreement, in mentality, in ire, that each fight was a waste of skin and blood; ireful that they would be the ones to repair the injuries and burn the dead.
My mother spoke little to the debate, for he knew well the routine from his living with the Uzumaki, gathering herbs may have been a new escape onto him as a prisoner, though the blood and gore were a custom he fit well within. It was while he was crushing plucked leafs from a healing plant, one that he had picked himself from the ground, into a refined paste- that his cerulean eyes astrayed to watch the conversation between two Alpha. One nearest his own age and the other a taller woman with her hands on hips obviously in irritation. Too far to eavesdrop; my mother watched the debate as it spiralled from a calm disposition to one where the indigo-haired woman stood rigid, pointed an ivory finger to the boy's face, and then stomped herself away. There wasn't much to take in assumption, yet mother did watch the boy motion to wipe away tears before he too walked away, and he took to presume that the argument was one of importance- though he said nothing of it to anyone.
Then, moments after the heated battle of wits had partaken, Kou simpered a nye whimper of adoration from beside as he plucked the leafs for the paste, and in turn, my mother followed his cast gaze; an attempt to view the object of his obvious awe, alas he saw no one. So in grasping a handful of green he smiled at his friend, while the brunet half-dazed stared within the distance, swaying to himself in a melody only he could hear a tender blush resting on his features. "Naru-kun?" He awaited as Kou, leant his body against the boulder they were both a brightened smile soft on his lips. "Is she not incredible?" The dazed question spoke only of admiration, and unknowing Naru could only ask to who his friend referred, though he grinned for the obvious respect Kou held for the woman- he did suppose that she was the one who he had seen arguing with the other Alpha his age. "Furumiru-san of course, she's so- brave and intelligent, a wonder amongst the clan." With that; tan hands stopped their motions as realization crossed a scarred face, knowledge once again creeping forth, unwanted. Mother turned, with compassionate eyes a grimace on his features.
"That was Furumiru-san?" He wanted certainty, for his own concern in speaking the audacious truth to his unknowing friend, it bit at him as a snake might in the woods. As it were, he had yet to meet his intended; as she was a woman continuously busy, she lead much of their people in preparation for the attack, she maintained the highest position of the clan apart from her parents. Kou-san's admiration was not inexplicable; what was, however, was that Naru knew that those hazel eyes of his friend were glazed and tinged with the flakings of love, not mere respect. He bit at his lip in consideration, none could be sure of what to say in such a circumstance, nor did my mother, though as he was met with the admiration eyes of his fellow Omega still appraising Furumiru-san, he knew candour was needed. "Kou-kun-" However, his delicate wording was coarsely interrupted inexplicably by the object of their conversation -extemporaneously granting him the first glance at his betrothed, all while woefully interrupting a much-needed conversation: Though in scrutiny he could admit the woman was indeed handsome, she possessed long waved indigo tinted black hair which came to her collarbone, high slanted eyes that were naturally narrowed only a glint of her black irises peered through, scared ivory skin, and was a head taller than himself and two over Kou.
"Furumiru-san?" Again, mother watched his friend simper, though it was obvious that the woman afore them took no notice. Her gaze was stern-set, stoicism painted clear upon her features, her pointed attention made to the paste they were making, a question unto its preparation. Though beside nervous twitching, a delicate blush over his features Kou-san cast his eyes down, Naru forced himself to make the statement that the medicine was not yet ready. Their guest left without any further word, though her brow did raise in questioning of Kou-san's apprehensive silence. With a roll of his eyes, mother hit him over the head to reaffirm his concentration, earning him a bashful apology before they continued with their work, there was little left by luck. Still, Naru was plagued with the knowledge that he would need tell unto his friend, instead however, he circled his mind to ponder to whom Kou might be matched- if he so possessed a love for Furumiru; for all Omega's were partnered to one within the clan near after their arrival, did that mean he was not loyal unto his own betrothed?
In sighing unto himself, mother chose to say nothing, least until he knew more. He finished meshing the paste, and gave it to the brunet pirour to walking away to find a new task. It was hardly noticed, for as he walked from the boulder, hazel eyes were still fixated firmly upon the navy robe of the woman who had shown such little interest.
Mother choose to take a calming walk through the valley just past the woodland, a calming balm came from the gentle breeze as it brushed up against the scars of his cheeks. A soothing rhythm produced from the mellow sounds of water flowing nearby, the brushing of leafs above and the crack of twigs beneath his foot. The fresh, enrichened, smell of shrubbery surrounding him, he breathed in and out his craving lungs, and touched the pads of his fingers to the feel of bark from each tree he passed. The valley outreached before him as a plain of grass and flora, blessing unto the eyes as his vision captured the sight, however, they astrayed unto a new sight; a young man baring no crest of clan, practising his kata to the air and the sight of none. It was curiosity that had him remain in complete silence, watching each movement, admiring the delicacy he displayed. Though he was quick to realize that the boy he observed was the very same one he had witnessed Furumiru chastise before the care cabin. There were no evidence of tears upon him nor anger in his motions, he flowed with each kick, elbow, or punch, it bid Naru wonder what might have been his wrong.
Yet, in knowing he was safe around one of his own adoptive clan, he stepped forth and ceased concealing his chakra- garnering quick attention, and a kunai near his face. Though he too was recognized and his acquaintance untensed from his readied posture; he had navy-tinted hair reaching to his shoulder, a firm jaw and sharpened eyes of familiar shape the colour of a threatening indigo blue, light strain lines dancing near the bridge of his nose and as bags underneath his lower eyelid. He was taller then my mother by a head, and he wore a simple navy toned yutaka, a hand rested on his hip as they stared at each other; knowing that they were each within the Uchiha, but not having been acquainted. By his own bravery of persona, my mother bowed his head as taught, introducing himself with timidity in his voice as he listened to the sound of brushing grass approaching, the crinkle of pebbles beneath footfalls:
It was a difficulty keeping his head bowed, as apprehension swept through his body, in invisible preparation. "I am Naru, I joined the Uchiha from the Uzumaki." Though, in vulnerability, he was not ready for a firm finger to uplift his chin from its bowed posture, for his pooling eyes to meet a deepened gaze. Therein he met with the sight of a taller Alpha, one who's chilled presence calmed at the burning heat he could feel within his own body, it cooled the fire wanting for escape and he felt himself lean in towards the touch.
They both shook away the grasping clutch of intrigue they held unto each other and stepped a fraction backwards. Though his blond hair shimmered against the shine of the sun, my father's so appeared to do the opposite; as sunlight, when rained upon the navy tone, did not shimmer or glint- it became absorbed, brightening, enrichening, the deep colour. Naru stepped closer to the unknown Uchiha, and pressed his hand against the other- spiralling his own chakra gently into his fingertips. Met with resistance, they both flinched to the cold and heated pinch they each felt, then slowly gravitated to the other's hand, the calming frigidity and a soothing burn unto each other. Soon they were grasping hands and staring into opposing irises, understanding each others feel of ebb and flow, of heat and cold, of blue and reddened eyes, of gold and navy twined hair, the push and pull of tan and ivory skin whilst they took in the same breath and stepped closer. The corners of the ALpha's lips curled upwards, "I heard rumour that all of the Uzumaki possessed reddened hair." They both came to smile for the mild made joke, though it came with little humour, their hands were still intwined, to provide the cold and warm unto each other, though their gazes cast downwards in question, neither moved. "You are Furumiru's intended." He spoke with his head still jilted downwards, and his hands loosened from the balm of my mother's soft grasp.
There came only one candid approach, and within his truth, Naru affirmed the assumption. It was then that they both let go, for regardless of the comfort in touch brought, both knew it infelicitous. In apart from the watchful gaze of the clan however, he was turned to with a sparkle of the sharingan poking through indigo irises, staring intent upon his abdomen a brow raised for curiosity, a sigh escaping the Alpha for contemplation. My mother watched, but his hand rested overtop of his seal for the newfound knowledge of what it- he possessed, shame charring his expression.
"My clan does not allow Omega to fight. Perhaps however, you could be an exception with your extensive chakra; more then a hidden asset, you could be taken as a necessary weapon when no other can be found." It granted a pause unto the blond, for whom would it not; to be taken by another as a figure for killing. Prior to proper rejection could be granted as he intended however, "I will train you, and whose to say, you may become the first made Uchiha Omega upon the battleground." It whispered there in my mother's ear as a possibility, an intrigue churning within his mind. Across from him, his plausible teacher gave a coy smirk. "My name is Madara."