I'll make a cover later.
For my beautiful Gladioli/Girlfriend
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Obscurity, as he had walked previous, yet never in such depress- an acknowledgement that he bid to no good favour unto any mind, his circle of trust fractured, begone. Obscurity, as he had met loss well, it was trained into his eye, twas reflected as the sun within the iris and unacknowledged as the light's grace, rather being an expectation. Newly brought, however, became the bane of rejection; the flare of disloyalty quaking in a gut injured already by the reckoning of abandonment. Each step pulled at his enviable thread- a connection to the settlement he had come to respect, even nurture, despite being personal witness to impending consequence in knowing what frothed densely beneath the surface. Yet, he made his feet step further, pushed his energy to hasten the pace, his foot landed heavy on the ground and it rattled in his leg as it hit the gravel. Made his back straighten though none were witness, just to hold his pride higher, tilted his chin upwards to fool himself into a confidence on his decision that wavered which each moment of thought. His retinas burned, stung at the corners and for a second of deprivation, allowed himself to clamp his eyes shut, teeth pressed so firmly against each other, the pressure integrated into his jaw in protest.
His nose took his breath this time, he had walked long strides, far enough away from the settlement to not be considered within their undetermined territory. There was a soft stream with the most placating sound, plentiful trees and clusters of shrubbery to his right, along with a steep bank at his left- suitable for his night, supplies near and covert from most prying bandits or clan scouts. Thoughts pacing, he turned to the shrubbery in abundance, edible berries, herbs, and near a rabbit made its quest for food- he pulled out a simple kunai upon reflex, and before consideration, his hand had moved and blood was over the grass. A fire would be seen, but dusk was near and he could provide a greater cover for himself in the grey of night without smoke to be seen. He had turned on his heel with a gentle sigh, already bubbling ire had started in his abdomen and though not spawned it was conjugating into resentment. The sudden clamouring, breaking the fragility of birdsong above and placid tremble of leafs shaken not from the wind turned his attention rather fast however. As the resounding thud of a fallen object, so quick came ingrained instinct, his stare sharpened in focus and body poised for combat. Scythe already in his hand blade facing downwards as its end poised upwards, ready to come down in instant death, he approached the source with tepid steps, breathing evened, chakra withheld. In stepping bold, he swept away the heavy shrubbery, prepared for an attack and held defensive.
There he found a boy, old enough to be a considerable threat as a shinobi, yet he was not facing in stance or distrust- no, he lay upon the ground near nudity -entirely disregarding modesty, with the thin strip of near translusent fabric hardly covering genitalia and omegan chest. Madara's eyes shifted a slight for the vision afore him upon instinct- though in part; still regarding for apprehension of trickery. The boy was breathing shallow, and the blood seeping fast into the cloth he wore spoke of an intense battle out of his favour. Though, in glance- there was no evidence of such surrounding, the trees were still undamaged as was the grass, nothing was oddly wet from a water jutsu, nor burnt from fire, displaced with earth, and the air was not discharged with chakra remnant. It was in hestitation, that Madara approached the youth, eyes -rather reluctantly- fully focused on all movement. Kneeling down on one knee, he touched a large hand over the small figure afore him above his chest in careful civility. There he found, finding the heartbeat shallow, and vaguely disturbed by the omega's small form- though generally all omegas were small compared to alphas in mass and height; one as a shinobi did not keep such a slight frame, for the simple fact they fought and naturally built muscle. Therein, as it was obvious the prone figure before him had faced battle, it was disconcerting to see how lissom he was in comparison to the Senju- a clan predominantly of omega; indeed Hashirama was quite thew even as a prime omega.
The blood still spread, and that drew his attention, by simplistic judgement the wound was critical. Even in attempt, Madara was near certain the youth would face death soon and in considerable pain, even as he dreamt. With a silent prayer to the rather young boy; he unsheathed his katana and brought it upwards in preparation to give him a less smarting passing. Then he stilled, not in hesitation, rather for the fact that though he was rapidly losing blood, the omega afore him suddenly began extruding a impossibly strong chakra, not truly fathomable for one so wounded. In further oner, the area were his wound most certainly resided began to discharge steam, the vague sound familiar to heavily heated meat on a skewer. Which was fitting to the fact that his disperting chakra was as torrid as it was prodigious, Madara lowered his blade, and sheathed it just as the youth let out a large gasp and therein continued to grapple for air- her then rolled to his side, sat forward, tentatively raising himself to disoriently stand. Flummoxed, the distressed Uchiha stared at the boy's back as he swayed for stance. Watching, as he turned to face him, and he watched as within moments of mazed blinking, the child's express shifted from fazed into a brightened grin with upturned eyelids and entirely relaxed posture.
"Hi! Can you tell me where I am?" Baffled and vacillated, Madara said nothing for response- awaiting for a proper answer to find him. "Actually, uh- can you tell me who I am, I don't really remember."
