It is upon a calming stroll which Naruto finds himself adrift into near melancholy, brought unto him through the subtle invading scent of the flowers intruding, the name of the man walking afore him, and the large graveyard newly unfamiliar to eyes adapt only to a small sight. Made his vision cloud, while his mind struggled with recollection none but himself could understand. In his peripheral, the sage was laughing with downturned irises as a smile of minimal proportion filtered vaguely upon his lips. Naruto could nearly make sense of the pained expression, though he said nothing to address it, upon him was a slow scowl forming as he found the appearance similar to one long gone; to the Uchiha Omega the accidental similarity hurt at his maternal instinct.

As a distraction, "what about your Father?" Though he understood the feelings intertwined with family days now, no one else knew of his knowledge and therefore the distraction was a fair enough reasoning to anyone who knew not of his experience; which was anyone within Konoha now. His mentor gave him a glance, a glimmer of attention for the question posed, though Naruto guiltily knew his own was made more as a intrusion based upon his own curiosity, in knowing that the sage's parents were a mystery to many persons; they were hardly spoken freely of, and had no known appearance, certainly they were born decades ago in order to have had Jiraiya. In his vague thought process, the concept that perhaps they had known Madara filtered across his hopes in a simplistic echo of impossibility, naturally he rejected the concept in turning his head away from the possibility.

"My Father eh?" Naruto turned his glance upwards in surprise at the words having forgotten entirely to have asked the question. Distraction upon himself or not, it had slipped his mind despite his own curiosity. Still, in interest for the conversation, he drew his attention forth, listening willingly for once to someone from his own time since his re-entry. "He was a rather stoic man, and for the time he was an adamant liberal, much to the surprise of his constituents, apparently my grandfather was a traditionalist... He was a stern man… but I know he loved my mother and me more then nary anything, he was a very caring man despite all his bad reputation." He coughed there, rather embarrassingly flushing upon the wording, Naru could hardly imagine what type of man Jiraiya's father would have been in character, only envisioning an alpha with a kind disposition matching the personality he had. "Honestly, my Mother was probably the only one keeping my Father from deteriorating, shortly after his… death, my Father left the village, and I ended up in the care of my Godmother. Its not a time I like remembering often." He grew silent momentarily, a desolate expression crossing upon him as recollection hit his memory.

Naruto did not know how to respond to such a statement. Other then a slight acknowledgement of the similarity his father allegedly had with his own husband. An odd consideration which Naru did not presume would occur, though in looking upon the differing shops scattered within the buildings about them, he hadn't expected to ever see such a sight again. His mind gave the unwanted turning of a memory in turmoil, just recollecting those he wished to be around. The ground formed a path, obstructed to the Uchiha Compound which stood vacant, desolate, any placement where he could have found comfort was abandoned to the winds. His fists tightened upon the thought. All the while Jiraiya organized his flowers into a more suitable arrangement, a tipid smile over his lips and eyes as he did so, Naruto could only imagine he was thinking of those lost, and in a manner of understanding; Naru knew he was doing the same in his thoughts.

"I'm sorry." Nothing else seemed appropriate to the revelation, Naruto had not thought that his own mentor had been through such a trial with his own parents. However, being a parent himself, and comprehending the gravity of the situation they must have struggled with changed his opinion from what it would have been originally. Wherein previously, Naruto knew he would have considered it without taking into comprehension the position of Jiraiya's father, now he understood that the man must have felt all which his son did, and had to fight with the impulses brought while raising his child: No wonder he left the village.

"Oh, it's alright, I know Dad did his best." A frown formed, turned from the smile which had been there before. "I just wish he hadn't lost it in the end…" The chrysanthemums found themselves clenched tightly as black cast irises turned to the cobblestone walkway. Naru took notice, feeling an empathy forming within himself at the expression made, the depressed desolation firmly shown over the strong face he normally saw such strength and joy upon, it shook him to comprehension that even brave individuals could lose their ability, even if only temporarily.

"Lost?...-" Maybe it was a rude question to ask, and he knew as much, but it felt like a piece of the puzzle which was a necessary knowledge.

"-Lost his mind. At least, I think that's what happened, Auntie never really explained it fully, he didn't like thinking of it at all. Apparently they ended up fighting, which is the only thing I'm certain of actually happened. But from what I understand, Dad lost his mind while they were fighting, my Godmother reluctantly won… and had to kill my Dad as a result… But that's all I really know. After that, my clan heritage was concealed to protect my identity so I wouldn't be killed by a rival clan or one of my parent's enemies. I was supposed to get my name back so that I could become the leader of my clan, but that didn't happen…" There was much not spoken of in his explanation, still Naruto felt the pressure of such a life over him, he had not considered Jiraiya, a sage, a sannin, to have lived such a life. Worse still, in his voice remained an anger, a deep detestment for the events, normally Naruto wouldn't have responded upon such a violent response. However, this was Jiraiya, and the man had always been an outspoken pacifist. It surprised him.


The morning began with a small chaos, even within the mourning era as many of his own had begun to speak of it. It was despite the want for peace that all persons could not avoid the needed bustle involved with everyday life. Madara had taken himself to forcing a particular normality upon his routine, dropping off Jiraiya at what had turned into a firm Senju-made Shinobi Academy -regardless of there being one in place for the Uchiha children, Naru had made certain to enroll their son in the Senju produced Academy for the sake of inclusivity. A position which Madara respected and adhered to under his bride's wishes.- After which, he attended a meeting produced under himself, Naori, Hikaku, and Naru who represented the Uchiha Omega, now the position was upheld by Uchiha Taiji; Hikaku's wife. Then, following this meeting for the clan, Madara walked to the Hokage building in order to check upon differing proposals and bills introduced unto the village for legislation. Though he could only spend a couple hours there before he had to go and pick-up Jiraiya, often with Hashirama following alongside in joyous chatter.

As it were presently, the boy had only just restarted his education after having had a week absent following the death of his mother. The difficulty Madara had adapted to which Naru had always made certain to have had prepared, was a mid-day meal, that is, a lunch for his son during break; Madara knew with a certainty he was no professional cook, struggling avidly with properly making simplistic rice, hunting was an easy feat in comparison to the task of cooking for a child he found.

The patriarch took a reluctant notice that all his duties parental or otherwise were at least marginally more difficult without his matriarch by his side. Despite not having known his Mother as long, Jiraiya had begun to miss Naru's continual presence as it were. Naru had been everything to the young boy, and Madara was uncertain of his own ability to replace such an influential idol. Hashirama, as an Omega had attempted to insert himself, not as a replacement, but as an aunt like figure as Godmother, Madara honestly appreciated the help brought rather than saw an incursion as a replacement upon his bride. The only issue Madara held was with Uzumaki Mito, the woman formerly regarded as Hashirama's wife, she had taken the stance of near gay regard whenever Madara had encountered her, perhaps her position was disregarded, however, Madara knew her technical period of mourning was not yet over, and such a joyous disposition was more then slightly ill-appropriate in regard to Naru's death; his own bias over the matter discluded. As from what the Uchiha knew, even Tobirama found the affair troubling.

"Madara-sama?" His ill-temper uprose at the stoic sound of Mito's voice behind him, even so, he turned to address her visage, as regardless of his well-known aggression to the woman -amongst his clan- it would still affect his reputation if he merely disregarded her. Already, his positioning around the Senju had begun to degrade; partially, he imagined, by the influence of Tobirama spreading unfavourable rumours now that Naru was gone -an assumption he had yet to prove. "I wished to address you on the positioning of the Uchiha District. By simple logical standard, it maintains too much space then is necessary for a minority-" A moment passed before he understood her point of issue, and his ire began to rise prematurely.

"-Minority? Uzumaki, my clan is a Majority of Konoha and has been since its foundation. While our numbers are less then your married clan, we do match to the Hiruzen and even the -yet- unallied Yamanaka. Thus, your point is disregarded Mito-san." Thereupon his finished statement, he turned and attempted to ignore the woman making such a valid case for her face to meet a fist. Madara did not expect her to continue so avidly.

"Well, considering the death of your bride, I cannot expect your people to remain-" Something violent occured within him in a trigger he could not anticipate. Mentality flew in complication, and Madara looked upon himself to find his hand around her thin throat, near snapping her neck.