Sitting there with irises glazed in fog at the crossing of wall and floor with no vision crossing, a sudden intrusion of sound came to his senses as a silver alert during a quiet day in the district when filled with sun and blue skies with peaceful connotations. Recognizable voices communicating in a concerned tonnation, and were he not awakened to reality, Naruto knew he could fool himself into thinking them as those of Hashirama and perhaps Naori. No care came to him then, no emotional connection to those speaking for he knew his self-illusions to be false, only further disconnect with all around him. It was indeed, a resolute Hokage and her apprentice. Followed closely by the only Hatake of the village. Into desolation, Naruto moved not away from his own vacancy of thought, staring plainly at the sheets of his bed not considering his visitors.

Replaying upon his mind was the memory of Jiraiya's smile, his birth and how happy Madara had been at the news they were to be parents. The burn that resonated in his thoughts, all the considerations sitting within his head, untouched. The window drew his attention, and in glimpsing out he saw the same Konoha he had grown up inside, the same buildings, Sakura was sixteen, therein so was he. And he had never been so miserable to be young.

"Naruto-" Tsunade came to speak, and while it grasped his attention, in looking upon her even with a smile resting so tranquil, he felt a wetness invade his eyes. Tears came easily, with no attempt to withhold them, bringing a puzzled expression from the woman in response.

"Leave me alone." There was nothing else to be spoken, by all experience he had at the moment, his friendships would not understand. The Senju sighed, and he recognized the sound by its subtle resonance just as her mother sounded after putting up Madara for too long a duration.

"Naruto, I do at least need to check you over." A near scoff left him then, similar to that which his husband would let out when irate. It almost brought him to giggle in contrast, memories came to flood his head, in looking to Kakashi he had a moment of thought that the man should be dead.

"I do not want your assistance." A gaze of blaring hazel fuzed within his being, an anger drew forth from the familiar expression she bore as response. Not from his own reluctance to be 'checked,' in his own hatred of the procedure. "I desire to wake." There, he threw away the sheet covering him to launch out of bed and check for delusion. Convincing his head that a genjutsu had ensnared his mentality, and his son would appear before him with a smile and a hug, Madara behind with an eye roll, and then the man would bend down from his ridiculous height just to kiss his hanayome on the cheek. Naruto forced himself to stare intensely outwards hoping for a sudden jolt in waking inside his own futon, cuddled beside the frigidity of his husband. No revelation came upon him in freedom, no luck to hold his homupowa.

Next to speak was Kakashi in a concern which had Naruto turning away in dislike. "Naruto, I understand you've been through a lot, but at least let Lady Tsunade look you over." A growl slipped through as a warning from the deepest recess of his mind, remembrance from his clan coming forth. As a threat almost came to be spoken, the silver hair bringing Naru to the distinct memory of massacuring the entire Hatake clan just prior to having died. The lack of peasantry in his head was prominent, as his own teacher had invoked ire enough to make Naruto want for his death, the Hokage included despite her relation to one of his dear friends. Sakura gave no aid, but he could take comfort in the knowledge that he hadn't been particularly close to any of the Haruno.

"Fine. Then may I leave?" His old teammate spared him an irate glance at the bold want of his request. No one else dared to give him a response, there was a hesitation within the room saving him from the ire to be presented from his friendships. Tears fell freely in a remembrance of what he had lost. Therein he made it out of the hospital without a delay made from those wanting to stop him, he hadn't even come across one wanting to do so. Merely walking freely to the door and practically bolting outwards, the marks staining on his cheeks gave a clear indication as to his disposition. By the strength of his will he hardly managed to stand firm, and collapsed against the wooden fence beside. His eyes were showing a lie, for he could not calculate how he could be seperate from his husband and son, further tears impeded upon him. "Mada…" Naturally he was met by the silence surrounding him, in his absence of missing the one whom he lived for, and was now gone Madara and Jiraiya both, it pained on his mind to think of their faces in joy, in sadness. Though something inside, deeply resonated within as a pained reminder, and his hands moved quickly to be certain of his position. The panic did not fail his mentality as the burn came upon his hand as expectation fathomed it would, a growl of particular, familiar resonance vibrated within his head, Kyuubi displaying himself as a continual presence once more. The tears he felt as sorrow came not under this knowledge, instead he remembered himself, the day he had spoken truth to his husband, it brought his consciousness to his mindscape the recognizable cell stood imposing before him. The giant fox tossed him a mocking smirk speaking clear of the wording he had yet to cast to his keeper, the beast harbouring a malicious grin for a beast of chakra, Naruto bore it little else but a glare in understanding for its knowledge. The Uchiha knew that its prisoner knew why he had been returned to his own time; a place he willed not to be any longer.

"Kurma. What have you done?" In shock, he found his voice came in a soothing calm tone. One he had not expected for the mood he bore, the anger and near hatred inflicting his thoughts. The consideration of his son coming into remembrance, a thought in knowing what future awaited his clan; the future already borne. Again, he came to repeat himself, this time with a venomous anger deeply becoming his voice. "What did you do?!" The monster responded by his echoing laugh surrounding the cavern. Direct answers as common, not passing by his mentality. Naru situated himself into irritation as his stare beguiled his unwilling-captive with an untold misery, in remembrance of his husband and son living within a mourning for a death he had not suffered. Understanding what Kyuubi had done made no comfort soothe his mind; the beast had split himself in two, half of his chakra form imparted onto Madara -as was plotted, though Naruto had thought his husband would get the entire beast, and he would parish in result.- Instead, and unexpectedly, Kurma had given Madara half of himself and remained within his jailor to keep Naru alive and sent him back to his own time with a burst of power brought by the Moon's and Saturn's positioning. The Uchiha Matriarch hardly understood the entire logic made for the shifting of planetary alignments which Kyuubi had vast knowledge of.

The anger it brought into his already malicious thoughts he choose not to think upon further.

Instead of returning to an empty apartment filled with no one, he averted his body to the flower shop with a friendship he rarely spoke to. Beautiful carnations standing out in a proud display, along with several lilies and daisies, warming his mind in a memory he attempted to ignore. However, he stopped in a sudden recognition, and surprise, though it was an unusual happiness at the familiar head of hair displayed within the windows and he entered with a grin he hadn't expected to wear. Bright white and near as tall as his own homupowa, it appeared that the famous Sannin had returned to Konoha and had a need for a bouquet of red flowers. Recognition, put the name upon them which Naru found his smile fading towards they were upturned chrysanthemums. That which Madara had gotten him, the same which Kou had mentioned to be suited for his golden hair, that which represented his clan. That which beheld his husband's image within.

Even so, as his aqua stare rested upon the flora and a tear slipped past his lashes and his breath distilled within his chest, a hidden memory he had closed reopened inside his thoughts. Nothing particularly special in context, indeed within his life it had become a commonality:

One day upon a thousand wherein his husband had felt it a necessity to pick his bride flowers over the valley, many of them had been cliff-lilies, blue-bells, even the occasional sunflower. Once however, the stoic man had disappeared for far too long, the shadows had shifted two positions by the time he saw fit to grace into the house. Jiraiya had sat himself at the table to eat a supper not quite prepared, laughing at a joke his Mother had told -Naruto recalled it to have been about Tsunade ironically enough.- The young boy had turned towards his father with a smile befitting his own Okaa-san, pleasant, and jumping away from his comfortable seating to embrace his Father upon his long awaited return. Though Madara had cuddled his son in welcoming, and kissed his bride in return his back was disguising something hidden, which Naruto had seen.

Naruto remembered, giving the man a brief kiss on the cheek before attempting to glimpse behind, an action not permitted by the Patriarch casting a sly smile and turning away from the peering eyes. His height used an advantage. Then he had taken the arm he'd previously been using to hold his child, and used it to dip his Omega downwards in a passionate kiss which Naru could still feel even with the present surrounding.

That's when Madara had happily given him the chrysanthemums with an embrightened grin on his face.

The scent impeded his nose, though despite the trepidation filling his thoughts, he welcomed the fragrance. Bittersweet, the memory of his husband's love for him warmed at his colden chest, even with the placeholder of his son directly before him. "Why chrysanthemums? They don't really suit you." It was an attempt, but he tried to laugh at his own failing emotions. Looking upwards towards the black irises of his former mentor, brought the subtle impression of his son's presence surrounding him, even in height and skin-tone. Naru near found himself retreating in a run from the familiarity granted upon him in a pained recall.

"Naruto! You, feeling better?" He grinned at his own questioning, and the forgotten Uchiha found himself attempting to join in the action with little success.

"Oh the flowers, they're for my Okaa-san actually, Mother's Day and all."