My mother came into the Uchiha compound with hesitation footsteps, many glances about himself; taking impression for all those men and women in stern navy, indigo, and violet cloth in matching robes, they blended well within the grips of the forest surrounding obviously Alpha by their attached weapon pouches, and differing variety of sword clasped firm at their back. Those who were Omega bore a green yutaka, their hair a plethora of differing colours and let down where the warriors kept theirs held back for ease of access in battle. The people were simplistic, sweeping from station to station in simple comprehension of necessity, the buildings were however, large huts made from the extensive wood surroundings, a pit had been put in the middle of the camp made from precious iron, a fire in its depths, a wolf churning to cook on its mantle.
He was made captivated by the dense surrounding of trees around him the smell of ripe forest, leafs would occasionally fall down and brush against the wind. Beneath his feet, a snap of an abandoned twig, dirt underneath his foot was dampened fresh with nutrients, sticking to the bottom of his foot along with an astray random pebbles. The sunlight shone through the tips of green and made for a glow shone strayfully in any direction, light as if spoken by a god and it presented forth unto the nearby channeling stream nearby where many were laughing candidly together, gathering water.
As they joined amongst everyone, they were greeted with well-tydings and happy returns, pleasant reunions, and family embracement. Unbifting into the environment, my mother wondered instead to the calm of the stream and sat by the waters edge watching the simple liquid as it ebbed and flowed. Already, made comforted by the warmth of the forest, in the dense greenery of bushes nearby, those occasional purple sprouting flowers he smelt for the sake of curiosity. Then until, he was laughed at by the presence of a tall standing woman, whom he had to crane his neck to meet in respect, he heard her laugh for the effort. As she turned to look towards, long curled violet hair hung before her ivory pale face, she cast him a smile. "Hello, I am Mazira, Matriarch of the Uchiha, you must be the Omega my husband brought back?" It weren't truly a question, for there were no other foreigners about and with her height one could assume she would at least glimpse any. So he nodded, already a slight intimidated by her figure. Again she laughed, all while gesturing him to follow her, he could only presume in a type of tour.
Mainly, he saw the stock shed where a meager amount of medicines already caught were stashed in precaution, some fresh herbs which did nothing after many days drying, some smashed into powders or liquids. A simplistic instruction from the towering matriarch that he would one day aid in their preparation, pending a specific training from their clan healers. Which was when it then became explained; that born Uchiha were incapable of preforming medical ninjutsu, thus their Omega were forbidden from crossing into the battlefields as shinobi regardless of prior -clan made- experience in fight. For that he understood, still he followed her under slight confusion for the interest they beheld him in; in spite of his heated chakra.
Other's about him who were obvious Omega's in their green and beige robes nodded towards him in greeting, slanted eyes and curved smiles, which he found himself returning in kind for the unfamiliar action, grinning wide unto each he received; one has to comprehend my mother was first raised to ignore those around him, to avoid conversation, raised to the understanding that he was lesser than everyone surrounding, merely to heal when needed and to stand astray when not. To the very knowledge that he was born a scourge amongst the Uzumaki. Thus: To be smiled upon or waved at, startled him before he could grin in return.
That, which his escort took a keen notice at, his hesitational, timorous demeanor, the stupefaction at each smile cast his way from those of his own sex. Mazira in her observance, for evidence stood still -without protest from the child behind her- and stood in observance of the blond's interaction by waving over another Omega to test her conjecture; Another young man came forth, near matching my mother's age -least in height, he had a lightly sun-glazed skin, sparkled with many adorning freckles along his nose, calming widened honey hazel eyes, and deepened wood-toned hair grazing at the fabric of his beige yutaka. This boy approached my mother with an eased smile, warmed irises and bowed immediately upon approach in greeting. However, my mother's hands shook and his foot stepped back, his heart pounding rough in his chest for the sight, as his eyes were widened so that tears could be spotted fermenting in his corneas, his lips trembled in confusion; but as he did, he also took notice of the Matriarch watching over his reaction, her own expression so obviously jilted, her lip bitten between her teeth for sight of his disturbance, her eyes too were tearing. So in presumption, my mother -with effort- steadied his shaking hands and brought them together, his feet too, and in his best knowledge of the action, he bowed in return.
As he did so, for the sake of fear his lids were not fully closed, they watched the boy afore him and each action he so made. Though, for all that my mother did expect, it was not an introduction; as before him a high, mellowing, voice spoke. "Greetings, my name is Kou." Then he rose to his full height few inches taller then my mother, and in his own knowledge of the act; my mother remained bowed as he too in a sweetened slight rasp introduced himself- hoping only that it were the proper decorum.
"My name is Naru." Then he too straightened, his uncertain gaze glancing towards Mazira, for though the woman still had a confused furrow between her brow, a gentile smile rested on her features and she gave him a slight nod for his action. It was hesitational, but Kou approached, still smiling, gaining Naru's attention as he turned to him his own lips curving into a hesitant smile of his own.
"A pleasure to meet you Naru-kun, I do hope we can form a friendship?" With that my mother grinned fully, and in turn so did Kou before him.
"Of course!" There in the distance a voice rang out for the other Omega to return, so they both cast each other a closed-eyed grin, before a sweeping of beige yutaka ran in another direction. Giggling a slight to herself, Mazira gestured for the newly dazed blond to follow, and he did with a warmed titter on his face, pleased by all express. It drew the contemplational Matriarch to the head hut wherein just outside the Patriarch stood in conversation with another Uchiha with navy toned blackened hair. Also beside the main cabin was the care-hut, a place where most were brought for extensive healing. Although obviously distracted Mazira took the time to explain that the care-hut would likely be where my mother would learn most medical ninjutsu- that is, that which he did not know in experience; before she then told him to wait for her to return as she- in a quickened pace, turned to speak with her husband, and interrupted the conversation already ongoing. Her figure towering over both men easily.
Though he improperly found himself listening in unto her words, he could only catch the astrayed words of; 'quite frigid, heated, special, power, neglect,' and then for all nearby to hear, almost yelled in reproach: 'Wretched Uzumaki!' For all that he did not hear, the last statement did bring forth a snort of concealed agreement. In wait,he did little but play with his fingers for entertainment, that was until he was gestured forth- not by the Matriarch, but rather the Patriarch. Under the stern gaze of the man he approached with a tentative step, already he was wary of the man's gaze, though to have Mazira imposing figure standing tall above him made my mother a slight more comfortable in approaching. In assumption, he bowed before the man- wishing to display respect unto he who had taken him away from the Uzuamki's imprisonment. For a moment, Tajima glanced at his wife, as if in apprehension, then nodded in acknowledgement before Mazira tilted her head, and placed her large hand on Naru's shoulder with a kindred smile as she walked away.
My mother only watched her walk in confusion. Least until Tajima spoke clearly over his thoughts, then was lead inside the main cabin listening carefully to the Patriarch as they entered. "I trust my wife child, and her judgment states that you should be granted onto one of our children as a betrothed; in considerance with your chakra being searing and with their own being gelid. However, I have not neglected to factor your unique gift into my decision, thus I must ask, for sake of practicality, how much dominance do you possess over your demon?" My mother held in confusion, the door having closed behind him and a sweeping visage of stupefaction rested obvious, not at all aware of what the man spoke of. Tajima in his turn only gained a ken to the situation as he awaited response, his own express morphing devastation intermixed with a fraction of sympathy in his brow. "Child, you are aware that within, you harbor one of the nine demons of the earth?"
Horror grasped fast onto my mother in that moment, hyperventilating at the very words, comprehension falling fast as land around him. He gripped hard into his abdomen, nails dug the soft skin and causing quick bleeding. However, it was whence his hands, his nails, clawed into his cheeks tarring at the flesh that created divots into his face, marks that bled profusely, blood pooling down his jaw and neck. In crimson tears of devastation as a great cry left his mouth, understanding of action all marring his mentality; for comprehension of his own family's detest.
Though he looked forward to the tightly stoic face of the man in front of him, and felt the sting of his marks quickly healing into scars a burn under his skin at the sensation. His breathing slowed, as he stared, rationality calming him as he understood that though his own truth was horrific; he had been welcomed already by the Patriarch and Matriarch of this compassionate clan, that in turn eased his mind in the knowledge that perhaps he might be accepted in a new manner, in spite of his truth. His own voice stuck in his throat for his want to ask, instead Tajima spoke first.
"You did not know." Came the statement, and my mother, in shame, shook his head. Afore him, the Alpha twitched in disappointment, but did little else, he rose his head after breathing deeply. A calm demeanor presented forth, as he activated his sharingan and stared direct to my mother's abdomen where the demon was kept. "I possess only a mild understanding of the demons, though from what I comprehend; you were born with the demon within. From what I can see, the Uzumaki have fractionally sealed the being, likely for protection. Judging by the heat and proportion of chakra you possess, I would imagine you harbor one of the highest powered demons. An asset, however, one that cannot be utilized until you can fully comune with the being." Fractionally comprehending his words, my mother merely nodded, "for now, we shall keep this a secret for the sake of protection, tell none save your betrothed, we do not need an incident." Again Naru merely nodded, as Tajima turned to think.
A great sigh left the man as he rubbed at his brow, regret sculpting his features as he scowled at the ground. Before he crossed his arms and once again faced my mother in stoicism."As you are an obvious asset unto my clan you will be given as betrothed unto the future Patriarch for balance. All within my- the main family line possess a frigid chakra which you will be most capable of balancing. Should the next obvious heir parish, you will be then given to the next within my lineage; understand this will make you next Matriarch -much as my wife suggested. You will remain loyal unto my clan." In exemplification, a tendo was pointed direct to my mothers neck without a visual motion from Tajima. It solidified the notion that Naru had already understood, and chosen unto himself, my mother's loyalty unto the Uchiha already having been ingrained as they had saved him from the Uzumaki's continuous hatred. Removed, the blade slid swiftly into its seithe behind the man."Uchiha Furumīru will be your husband, should she fall you will marry my next in line son. Understood?" Knowing his purpose, and extensively glad to be away from imprisonment, my mother kneeled upon the floor and bowed to the Patriarch, presenting as best he might his gratitude.
Jiraiya paused in his telling as a knock echoed within the room from the door behind. Dainty, and more sounding as a rasp of the knuckles then anything demanding, indeed, as he turned to glance he smiled for the familiar sweetened sakura pinkened hair, and even a slanted spring of silver just behind her visage. Putting his brush once again on the bedside table by the can of ink, the sanin snapped his book shut, leaning on his knees rose in greeting. A grin shining on his face as his dimples showed as they both entered. Sakura with a fresh bundle of flowers for the curling bunch in the vase next to his ink pot, while Kakashi gave nothing but his eye lingered on Naruto's comatose form for many long moments, while Jiraiya cast a curious glance to the only woman in the room- who shrugged her shoulders in answer. With the Jounin not speaking a word, the sanin turned his attention to the medical shinobi, who maintained a sympathetic stare for both her teammate and teacher upon glance, he wondered if she knew that her teammate's power was, in fact, killing him.
The sweat gathering on the blond's brow had become obvious, though the fact that it was his own chakra battling against Kyuubi's own burning chakra, was not. In literal terminology it was hot versus warm. Which was why Naruto needed a cold resonance to balance his two battling natures into a circling interdependence, though he possessed a frightful glacial chakra, Jiraiya could not say in candor that his own would be enough to calm such a stifling heat, though it would provide a balm against the searful heat, it might prove unsuccessful in saving the teen; and that had the sage's hands shaking in apprehension. Still, with the night coming across the windows in her solem grace, he chose to leave for the day.