fem!izuna. asoiaf!naruto. companion to chapter 10.

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"you're joking."

madara frowned, watching his falcon flew away. "i'm not. it's a politically good match."

izuna paced around restlessly. "she used me, brother! she used me to feed you with her lies. i should've died so you can kill her without remorse." she stopped, knuckles trembling in anger.

her brother looked at her blankly. "you usually don't oppose my choice."

"because this is a stupid choice!" izuna's voice awakened other falcons in their cages. "you're taking asura's blood as your consort. the throne might never accept your children like it accepts us."

madara crossed the room in swift steps, placing his hands on her shoulders. "izuna, you're still the crown princess. i can't lose you."

"...did she bash your head the last time you two fought?"

"she parried my attacks, all while asking to heal you." madara took a deep breath. "do you remember why father chose mother?"

"what's the point? don't change the topic so suddenly."

"father never beat her in chess. she's the only one who can beat him." he released her, extending his arm as his falcon returned. "the throne's chosen ones favors the strong, like emperor indra himself."

izuna gaped at him. "are you saying-"

madara put his falcon into the cage. "hashirama is carrying my heir-"

"what the hell!"

"-so i can't terminate the betrothal our fathers arranged long ago. don't yell, izuna."

"ugh..." she massaged her temple. how could madara said that so calmly? inwardly she began to freak out. if only she could kill tobirama in that battle, she wouldn't get wounded by him and hashirama wouldn't have to use her so she could seduce madara. "i need to beat hashirama. her brother too."

"she's pregnant."

"oh right. nine months aren't that long, i'll wait."

"she'll be nursing my heir by then. just beat tobirama."

"damn well i will."

madara smirked. "keep an eye on him. he's shrewder than his sister." he walked towards the stairs. "let them know that they're mere guests in the dragons' den."

izuna curtsied, grinning. "yes, your majesty."