Upon the morning of a spring day did he find himself wandering into the old Uchiha compound -no longer a proud district, it still stood in honour despite none being within. A golden was creeping upon the horizon as the sun made herself known, Amatarasu was a cruel mistress by the standard Naru found himself now keeping. Mentality steeped in rational told him to turn away and back towards the Yamanaka home, alas, that voice rang softly in comparison to the screaming memories burning his mind; those which drew him to the abandoned graveyard. In walking, in vacantly listening to the gentle sounds of his feet on the stones, he heard in addition the birds singing above as if in reverence. Naru saw nothing to revere, a simplistic distruction about him, and loss: Destructive thoughts thence following, as considerance for his own actions against the Hatake clan plagued him. Had the gods bid him hatred for having abolished a clan? Was that his reasoning for being here once more? Was the punishment upon his actions; for a once gentle Uchiha to go into madness and slaughter his clan?
He shook himself, there was nothing to consider.
To glimpse about, to stare at each ancient structure, he saw that which he had helped build, if only marginally. Risking himself, by stature of emotional stability, he looked where his old home once stood and in his own surprise saw it to still remain. Expectation had him in the belief that Konoha would have torn it away under the pretense of…. Madara's attack.
His mind took him into misery then. As realization crashed upon him as a hurricane upon a village, understanding that at some point within the past Madara would fargo himself to madness and attempt to kill Hashirama and all which they had cherished once… Worry impeded him, for Jiraiya, a grave concern rattled at his mentality, should all proceed as designed then their son would be made to suffer under his father's actions.
It was cautious, but Naruto found himself stepping towards his home, sliding the door and stepping inside. Even, taking away his sandals. "Tadaima…" A whisper he barely acknowledged flew past his lips to the sound of a deep silence. The panels were cold upon his bare feet, but no shiver followed the sensation. In moving forth, the frigid air surrounding was welcoming upon him, Naru felt it to be a feeling similar to that of his husband's chakra, the aura about him was that of his homupowa and even that of his son.
A ridiculous memory surfaced then, for a purpose he could not name, it held no significance. Yet, a giggle escaped him, and a warmth burned in his chest in melancholy.
He was staring down upon the tea, if that title could fit well upon it. As it had been prepped by Jiraiya in an attempt. Though, he knew not how the failure had been made, in considering that he had been watching the entire process as precaution. Naru knew well, he could never bare the rank of an expert of tea or of kaiseki, however, there were a few minor particulars he stood aware of. Mainly, being that tea of this type at least, should not be made cold. Alas, before him was placed a tea of frigid temperature. A mystery, as he had witnessed Jiraiya boiling the water. "It is… A well made attempt, sweetheart." He smiled at his son, a mystery indeed. Yet, as Naru knew he, himself, was made an omega of odd make, he should expect nothing less for his alpha child.
Madara had been away for nary a week. Securing alliance with the Yamanaka by Hashirama's request. Naru had wished to aid, but alas, the Yamanaka was an alpha clan, highly traditionalized, should he -an omega- have been sent as ambassador it would have serviced no one but his own desires, which would have helped nothing. As it stood, he had been left to manage the clan and care for any political matters that occurred in his husband's absence. Considering his negligible experience in politics and strategy as Uzumaki Naruto, he had managed to adapt to his role as matriarch with an unexpected ease. As it stood Madara was due to return today, hopefully with news of a newly formed alliance.
"Kaa-sama! Drink!" That caused him to hesitate, cold tea was normally not a pleasant experience, alas he had no desire to insult Jiraiya by not enjoying the drink he had put much effort into creating. Luckily, a tapping sound echoed vaguely within his ears, and a sigh escaped him in a relief he failed to hide.
Rising, he moved to the door "sounds like your father's home eh Jira-chan?"A smile uplifted his face then, glad to see his homupowa once more, it had been merely a week, still, he had missed the company and stoic presence provided by the man. Glancing back to the young boy behind him, he smiled at the pure joy upon his face.
However, another tap sounded, this time overhead, on the roof above him, it took only a moment for him to take his realization for what it was. Swiftly as he might, Naru ducked down, moving his leg back to step and pulling with its momentum as he pushed backwards with his arms, sliding back out of range from the sudden katana flashing before his vision, behind him he heard Jiraiya scream in a quickly made terror.
Naru felt himself take upon an understanding with no hesitance; his main priority flashing before him in clarity, to protect the only heir of the Uchiha clan, and most imperatively, his son. Thence, as the attacker jumped through the window and the youngest Uchiha retreated back in his fright, Naruto moved forth, his fans coming at his bid from under his sleeves.
First, though, they received a punch to their face, it happened to be luck that he was close enough to block their arm as their blade -which was in fact a tanto rather then a katana- came directly for his side. The block was pure luck, while the forward kick he delivered to their abdomen was made of built spite. By the same standard the unexpected movement from his attacker staggered him momentarily, they had an agility which he still did not possess, and it was being swiftly used to their advantage as they ducked beneath the kick he was making towards their crouched head, and used the inertia to reach for Jiraiya, cowering behind him for safety.
Naru knew not what feeling rose to encompass him in that moment. However, rage was certainly involved, Kyuubi stirred within. In such emotion, his claws unsheathed, and grew in a manner he hadn't known possible. A built up want to destroy them, he had never held the strong desire to kill anyone before, regardless of his history with the Hatake clan, it hadn't been a desired massacre; it did in fact continue to weigh upon him in guilt. Now however, the urge was not filled with hesitance, but hatred.
Then a loud and echoing crash sounded from the entrance, Naru felt a emmass of relief as he spotted his husband's towering figure encompassing the space to the doorway, blocking the light, and staring down in a glare of red glowing from the shadow he formed. Within a instant the intruder disappeared through the roof, and Madara attempted to follow.
"Madara, don't!" The pause was instantaneous. A glare quickly directed upon him, Naru knew that Madara's instinct was to kill anyone whom threatened the clan, and especially their son. Naru held a similar urge, however, a feeling impeded him, in watching the intruder flee. As if a trap was waiting for Madara to walk straight into it, mentally Naru knew that should his husband die he would lose himself to Kyuubi in a fit of complete rage.
"What Naru, they tried to kill you!" His voice had deepened into a low pitch which Naruto found himself flinching at the intensity of. Jiraiya twitched at his father's sudden voice. Their reactions had the large alpha Uchiha snap his mouth closed in regret. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
"It might be a trap, they had to expect you to return soon." By expectation, Naru received a glare which spoke much of Madara's mindset. Naturally, his husband had taken to the mentality of judgementality, Naru could say nothing to shift his mind, not that he had much want to change Madara's thoughts on the matter.
"Naru…"
He woke then from the memory, and into the home which he had once called his own was abandoned with only memories to keep it company. It had left him, the sensation of comfort, his husband long lost, along with his son and friendships. It was a vision he hadn't expected, nor wanted, with the memories returning with a clarity that brought forth a painful burn within. Especially the sight of his husband's visage, indeed, that was the shaking sight of witnessing onyx irises turning to look upon him with a marking shock; that is Madara's eyes staring upon him with confusion he could no longer plainly understand.
Naruto found himself sitting once more, the cold of the wood underneath him startling his system slightly. However, the air around him was familiar enough to bring the sight of his small son before him, unexpectedly, he could see a pregnancy belly upon himself for a moment with the illusion of the child he never birthed. In blinking, the fake sight broke, and he stood once more with an ease he hadn't expected.
He moved then, in a direction he choose in revelation of where his husband would make himself famous, keeping hidden within the compound by the buildings he shouldn't know, and as Amaturatsu made herself visible by the horizon remainly carefully hidden from the sight of Ino, should she make an appearance under the warrior goddesses vision. Unfortunately his timing marked him wrongfully, as the light cast upon him under a simple moment of his movement wrongfully chosen. A streak of lightened blonde steamed before his eyes, and it was within a second which he managed to block the heightened kick rising before his nose, his arm coming quickly to block in a trained movement Madara had taught him many years previous. To which he continued on the gesture by turning her leg around into a circle and tucking it beside himself as he jabbed her in the chest with his elbow. Backing up under the swift agility only an Uchiha Omega could truthfully make within the Uchiha district -compound, with the knowledge only they possessed of the buildings about them.
He met her surprised glimpse with a glare he hadn't possessed previously, but with his newly held eyes of an Uchiha Matriarch, the stare came forward without a hesitation. However, his own mind was in a captivation of consideration, as he remained stuck within the memories he could clearly see of the past which he no longer could live inside. Mainly witnessing that of his son's beautiful growth which he had not truly seen, even witnessing Kou as he attempted to teach him what he hadn't known of the clan and of Madara before they had been drawn together. Naori, in her mourning, as she continued to aid the clan in its growth, for a moment, seeing himself as a mother as a matriarch, yet that sight he could not fully grasp it was blurred by the vision of what had changed under the past. Ino appeared unto him as a simple sight of the Yamanaka which his husband had been attempting to ally with. It was a vague consideration, but Naruto did wonder if hers had been the clan to have slain him under the want to avoid alliance.
"Uzuamki, I can give you a little leeway under my own understanding that you must have been through much, but not enough to let you go wherever you wish. Please, come back with me downtown, I cannot let you leave the village regardless of whatever you might've been through." Her grip held his arm tightly as she gently grasped him with a careful hesitance.
Witnessing the vision of his son seeking his deceased mother was something which Madara did not know how to address in proper protocol. There remained the idea of simply speaking the truth which Jiraiya should already acknowledge, however, the concept of easily addressing such an ideal was one which Madara did not fathom as something he could do without strain weighing upon him continually. By a cowardice he hadn't known to have possessed, he had considered asking Hashirama to speak to his Godson forth of, alas, such was a thought he avoided with vigour as it remained improper in fatherhood. The concept, in wondering how Naru would have addressed the issue, he imagined would have simply gotten him a large punch to the nose.
Jiraiya-chan was young, presently only holding the age of five, and by his own logic Madara could clearly witness his son not comprehending the disappearance of his mother, or indeed, the little sibling which he was looking forward to in the near future. While Tsunade's birth had delighted the boy somewhat, he still waited for his mother to come through the screen door within the evening and make dinner, instead it was his Godmother to enter, with his three-year-old daughter and be an entertainment.
Under his own methodology, Madara could no longer find a way to properly ignore his bride's disappearance, and by Naori's highly reluctant suggestion he had taken to seeking within the village under the pretense of finding a new mother-in-law for his son. That is, a new wife, under the consideration of perhaps requiring another matriarch as his right-hand had suggested might be needed, even under her own hatred for the concept. Regardless of his own consideration for the idea, in looking upon his family -that is, his clan, it came upon him as a necessity which might be required for all, not simply that of his child. However, as Naori had mentioned upon him, wedding a new omega would bring nothing unto himself but a plainness of mind.
His own friend had disregarded the idea, whence he had mentioned it unto him. In an odd method, Hashirama had brought the suggestion of wedding to him as opposed to someone else, for the ease of knowing each other. Madara had shaken the possibility, though he still highly regarded his friend, he knew he would never find it within himself to marry Hashirama regardless of their long respect for each other. A lingering remembrance of the Senju's failure to save his bride remained forever upon his frontal lobe, despite his own want to dismiss the memory, in addition to his best friend's technical marriage to the Uzumaki woman, the Uchiha could not simply dismiss the acknowledgement of all the village knowing of their Hokage's fake marriage, to suggest wedding Hashirama himself was more than foolish.
Regardless, looking about himself among the Senju for a new bride, under the requirement of his clan served little purpose itself. By Naka's friendship with a woman under the name of Miko he had been lured into a courtship of sorts with her, a plain woman with long raven toned hair, pale near ceramic skin, and irises the most average colour of navy, by comparison which he naturally drew; Madara took notice that her facial shape was pointed unlikened to that of his former bride's whom had a heart shaped facial form -tanned, near dark, brightened, blue irises, golden spun hair as if formed of amaturatsu's shield.
