It is with hesitation that Naru goes to speak with Madara, apprehensive of what his thoughts might be in the knowledge that he taught his sister's betrothed. Apprehensive, that he might consider him unworthy, though he could not fathom the mind of the man, his own thoughts did twirl. However, whilst in juxtaposition, he came across the youngest of the main family branch. Izuna-san was one to whom my mother rarely spoke; his disposition was confidence and bolster in front of his brother, and nerves in intimidation whilst before his sister. Frequently, the boy ran about preforming differing tasks for different members of the clan in necessity, normally he was joyous, a glad expression on his face a skip in his step, much similar to his own. Presently however, in his concern Izuna's commonly upturned lips were frowning and his fingers were intertwining together as he glanced about, least until his eyes caught Naru's own; then they alit with a knowledge his own cerulean could not fathom.
"Naru-san!" He ran towards him, and mother stood stock still for confusion of the act awaiting an action for explanation. As Izuna's eyes glittered afore him a smile cresting his lips as he stuttered to a halt in front of him. "Have you seen nii-san?" Then he paused, for while he too was seeking the man he did not know where he was, assumption had him making way to the training ground, if Izuna was unaware then Madara would be allocated elsewhere; he faltered, shaking his head in denial, gaining a pout from the youngest Uchiha for his hope dismantled. Still, in his comprehension, mother grasped the smaller hand to his own, pulling them both along down the path- going between their fellows without a stop.
"Let us find him then." Mother stated, though he too was doubtful they could find a shinobi whom did not wish to be found, with keen eyesight alone. Eagerly joined, however, as Izuna grinned wide for the idea. "Shall we try the outer area?" Further from the protected region of the scouts at guard, there was a small ring of land unprotected by the clan which any could go at their own risk, far enough and one could enter an unknown clan territory risk farther than most were willing to bid. In knowing the man, though brief as it were, Madara gave little consideration to the calming motions of mediocrity. Naru could fathom him straying to the further side for want of simplistic curiosity.
In hushing her companion, they both trod on a path following the berry route of the forest, taking a west route as the path divided. The keen sound of a splash is common, yet far unexpected; simple flowing water in accompanying, still another came forth- and mother ushered Izuna-san to balance behind the tree for want of precaution, while he ducked behind the sweetened bush of the brambleberry; his eyes keen on the stretch of water obvious afore him. Pebbles dotted over the scape as a beach, with larger boulders covering in addition, then, vast flowing water with clarity under the sun sparkling in shine, a foam over where it crashed against rocks in between. Voices then sounded, across the water, one mellow, another pitched and not fully comprehending, Naru masked his chakra for fear of discovery. Two figures took form afore his cerulean eyes, one so familiar my mother nearly keeled back for the shock- only retaining himself because of the unknown Omega Madara stood beside.
In glimpsing at Izuna's harrowed visage, my mother choose to keep position, for if they merely chose to return to camp they would be compromised in position, and there was every possibility the Omega Madara laughed beside was of a Matriarchal clan; thus they would be endangering not only themselves but Madara as well should the other Omega's demeanour prove a ruse. In manner they were speaking normally, for all vision, enjoying each other's company. Eavesdropping came as no simple task when surrounded by Uchiha who could sense a presence with a tilt of the finger- still, for his own sake mother attempted to listen:
"I take it you are intrigued?" Said the unknown voice, sweetened and pitched an octave higher. While the brush of pebbles was heard from the two scuffing their feet, "you can admit it, I have none to tell."
Mellow, Madara's deepened tone responded, "Might I mention you too have a warmed chakra?" Quiet, though leaning forth to the sound in his intrigue, mother near exposes himself by falling through the protective bramblebush, saved only by the swift action taken from Izuna grasping his long hair- well-nigh causing an outcry and ruining their secrecy. Alas, they were neither glanced upon nor attacked, neither of the shinobi afore them took notice; their eyes upon each other and my mother viewed with clarity the slightened smile Madara cast to the unknown Omega: Saw his beauty for the toned darkened woodened skin he held, along with dirt rich irises and hair that shone as hazelnuts within sun's glimmer, and in that sight he scowled unto himself. They both weren't noticed as they carefully walked away without a scrape of their cloth on the bramble.
They reach the encampment without issue, no pause for thought, no yells to stop, just an intermingling with their fellows and nothing further. Though beside him, anxious and shaking Izuna-san fidgets himself into mumbles of quandary; what he should do, what action would prove helpful or damaging. In comprehension, but with little want for involvement my mother moved himself way from the fidgeting Alpha and navigated himself to the scrubbing Omega's by the stream- wanting only to avoid involvement. Though his azure eyes do follow Izuna's determined path to the main cabin, in a moment his own hand reaches out- as they possess so little information informing the Patriarch could be futility, still his hand drops, as Naru ponders on Madara's own rationality within the situation. Not knowing what to do has him doing nothing.
They see the return of Madara-san near a shadow movement later, his visage unharmed and his expression unassuming. He joins in with aiding those few injured who cannot lift heavy packs, he fetches herbs for those few Omega's who need them in urgency. No obvious change in the man as his etiquette remains regular, indeed the most he presents is whence the Matriarch -his mother- grasps him hard on the elbow and drags him forth to the main cabin, shock decorates his face then and he fights against the action. Mother turned himself away from the entire conversation, focusing his attention only on the care cabin where he works at the minor injuries- yet he can still hear a great yell of voices from the walls between the two cabins. Flinches to the sounds, and feigns ignorance when asked for his odd behaviour, for while my mother believed no brash action should be taken unless more information is known; there was no action that could reverse what had been done.
It is when his hands shake over another wound, that in standing proud and ominous over her Omega the Matriarch comes into the cabin. Already apprehensive when she signals him over, he applies a bandage and follows her out with a dragged step, some among him grant a sympathetic simper as he exits. She stands over him, and he wilts under her superior height, as her expression is stern and her mouth a stoic line, intimidation obvious as he strides beside her in awaiting some reprimand. However, she strides away from the topic he anticipated, turning to him with a smile he'd hardly expected. So, as his determination brings itself forth in a froth of courage, he looks to her eyes hidden well by her hair and asks; "is Madara-san under charge?" It has his heart beat erratically, his brow matted with sweat, fingers shaking and breathes out of sync. Merely asking, puts him under scrutiny for question as to what he knew, Mazira in her suspicion drew him away from everyone who might listen to her words.
"Naru-kun what do you know?" Her whisper comes harsh as her hand grips his bicep in an unrelenting grasp. He flinches for the glare arresting in her eyes as she bends down to his height.
"I know he met someone by the riverfront, another Omega, I know not whom." Mother squirmed for the painful grasp, while Mazira-san let go, a frazzled expression crossing over the woman, though my mother could do nothing for comfort or ease of mind.
As the Matriarch shook herself as if dislodging the conversation."Nevermind that, do not speak of it, there are other matters to attend to, come Naru-kun." With her tone piercing and her step sure there is little to be done save follow in obedience, so he does. It is as if he had never spoken for she gives no answer, and speaks none of the question, indeed they merely press forth into the care cabin where his lessons begin and his silence is treated as an innocent ignorance of person.
He gives no relent, no complaint for her treatment of the matter, to simply healing what he might, sealing his lips to shut with the feignment of unelightenment unto the situation. Whence Izuna-san in a matter of only panic joints with a hectic mind he joins within the cabin, his eyes frantic in search of his future sibling-to-be, near falling upon my mother's befuddled figure, as he leant away from gripping arms grabbing at his sleeves. "Naru-san come!" Haist obviously held the younger man, though my mother in his own want to understand pulls away from his work, instead gripping at the fingers digging into the cloth of his yutaka. Praying them from a painful grasp and shushing his brother to be with a gentle voice, to speak slower, and quiet in the presence of the injured and Izuna-chan's own mother nearby. "Furumiru-san has charged that the Omega nii-san meets is of the Senju, she followed us as we pursued him! Nii-san must prove loyal or-" Knowing of the following sentence my mother hushes Izuna-chan's words and guides them both out of the hut, to meet with the silencing of the breeze.
"Calm thyself, we needn't fret ourselves yet. How must he prove himself?" Naru asks, though in truth his voice shakes for fret of what might come should he be wronged. Candour, has him regard Madara-san as both a mentor and friend, it would be only tradition for him to die by his father's blade in betrayal, still it would harm the family in whole to lose a brother in perfidy more then it would in war. Izuna twitched, though he looked strained as his eyes turned to where his brother was being lead from the main cabin under guard- Madara-san's visage was none of resentment or ire, upon him was the expression of woe, despondency, unto his circumstance; and that in itself shifted my mother's sight of the situation, perhaps it was not disloyalty more then it was a bid for peace with a clan so long reviled? My mother could not know, nor did he, but he suspected, and later he was proved correct by the standing of this village in the light now.
They were standing well outside of the care cabin, with their figures bowed in secretive conversation, when Izuna stood abruptly straight and tears fell rapid from his eyes; a worry for his brother none could empathize. Mother attempted to comfort him with soft assurances, his limited knowledge- though they both suspected a form of broken loyalty was to come. "Madara-san is a strong man, he is merely stuck by an impasse none of us understand." It was all he could say, for indeed, the elder Alpha had spoken well of peace in route of compromise and diplomacy. To my mother, Madara-san had spoken of an allegiance with the Yamanaka clan or the Nara clan as firm allies, though of the Senju he had said little, save that they were threatening, acknowledged, enemies; Naru could only fathom why he would choose to meet with a man of that very clan.
"He wouldn't betray us." Cried the youngest boy, and my mother wrapped his arms around Izuna for the most comfort he could provide, knowing that there was nothing to be said, regardless that he too agreed. "I am going tomorrow, father's orders, to be certain." That would be the test no doubt. Still mother's lips thinned at the announcement, if it was a test of loyalty then my mother could not agree with risking two heirs of the Patriarchal name. He said nothing though, as his thoughts drifted affectionately to Madara-san's figure walking desolate away under such an affirmed guard. What my mother convicted unto his own mind was that a man of guilt would have held protest- yet his mentor walked silently his head down and his eyes to the ground in solemn. True, mother acknowledged, Madara had met with a Senju- but had he known such?...