Madara Uchiha
Age: 7
Location : Prefecture of Smoke
Izuna Uchiha
Age : 4
Location : Prefecture of Smoke
"Father is dead," Mama said. Madara was silent. Izuna sat with a confused look on his face. "What does it mean to be dead?" the little child inquired. Madara remained silent. Izuna was too young to remember being at Grand Father Shou's . He remembered his Grandfather's grimace look as he took his last breath. His felt a shiver go up his spine when he heard the "death rattle". Mama's eyes swelled up with tears. She could hardly control herself. "Father is never coming home again-" Hanatarou explained. "He is with your Ojii-san and Obaa-san now, up there". She pointed at the sky. "He is with Amaterasu and Susanou". Mother spoke no more for she began weeping with great earnest. Izuna still didn't understand and was about to continue but Madara stopped him. Madara didn't want to bother their Mother. He tugged on his brother's arm gesturing for him to go to there "secret" hideout near the river.
They sat together gazing at the fish that swam beneath their feet. They stood silent together. What could they say? Izuna knew his brother was troubled. Madara was always considered happy-go-lucky. Enthusiastic about everything. It was startling to see Madara so serious about something. He stood motionless beside his elder brother not wanting to bother him. In truth, it was Madara who felt the greater pain between the brothers. Izuna was Mother's child because he was the youngest. Madara, being the eldest, was his Father's responsibility. Father was always good to Madara. Soubujou was like God to his son. His idol. His rival. Madara was suppose to step into his Father's large shoes. What was to happen now?
That night, the little family was restless. Hanatarou was busy writing letters to all her confidants asking for asylum. First to the Hyuuga Clan (her family), next to her sister and brother-in-law, Hashizuno and Fuori Senju, and lastly to the Emperor. Surely the mighty ruler of the Fire Empire would help her. Her husband was his most trusted confidant after all and he might be inclined to help her. She was plague with worry. Hunger didn't bother her nor did sleep. Her top priority was to keep her family safe. News came and went but none brought relief to her troubles. The first piece of information she received brought her to her knees. It was from the Emperor. The Red City had fallen. The capital of the world had fallen to the revolutionaries of Konohagakure. How could this have happened?! With the fall of the capital, the rest of the world was affected. Soon other countries fell to the revolution tide. The Land Of Water. The Land of Wind. All were swept under the tide of unconventional ideas. Her family could do nothing to help her. They hid in fear. No news was heard from the Senju clan. Hanatarou suspected that Hashizuno kept his wife from replying. Fuori was always the helpful type and it was unlike her to be so silent. She became desperate. Finally writing to the Uchiha clan. Soubujou would be appalled if he knew but she was so scared. What else was left? They showed much disgust at this. Soubujou did his best to avoid his clan. He always hated its "chains". He had turned his back on the Uchiha and they him. They replied that this wasn't their problem and tartly told her that they wished her luck. Destruction didn't seem so far off.
Izuna wasn't holding out to well under the stress. Madara tried in his enthusiastic way to get his brother smiling again. He juggled. He did flips. He controlled the birds to make them sing. But Izuna remained his silent self. Izuna was slowly becoming more introverted. He would just sit there staring and thinking. Always thinking.
"Taiyou, Nekou!" Mother whispered into the Madara's ear as she shook him awake. "What is it, Okaa-san?" Madara grumbled as he slowly opened his eyes. Izuna was already awake. His eyes sunken as if he hadn't slept the whole night. "What time is it?". "The hour of the rat (11PM-1AM)," Mother said quickly her eyes checking for danger. "What? It's so early! I want to go back to sleep!" Madara protested but Mother hushed him. "Now it not the time Madara!" Hanatarou snapped. "You have to hide". She ran into the storage room and emptied her wardrobe onto the floor. "Get in here!". The two children did as they were told and crept into the box. "Now, listen to me and listen carefully! Whatever you do, DO NOT GET OUT OF THIS BOX! No matter what you hear, no matter what you see. Do not leave! Wait until it's silent before leaving. Go to Auntie's Fuori's house". The boys nodded and their Mother's fearful face had finally scared them. She closed the lid and they crouched their in silence.
They waited and waited. They sat there in silence waiting for something to happen. "I don't like games," Izuna said bluntly. "I'm getting out of here". He reached to open the lid of the box when the sound of the falling gate thundered across the house. Madara pulled his brother down and put his hand over the latter's mouth. "Shhhh..." Madara ushered. The sound of footsteps could be heard, followed by the screams of the maid servants. "Find the Uchiha Woman!" a man's voice shouted. The men muttered something as they looked for Hanatarou. "I got her!" another man answered. "Mot-sda-her," Izuna tried to say through Madara's hand. Izuna pulled Madara's hand out of his face and told him, "We have to rescue her!". He opened the lid and crawled out silently. "Wait, Taiyou! Mother said to stay in the box," Madara hissed. Izuna didn't listen to the elder and continued to the door. "Dumbass!". Madara slowly followed his brother with a reluctant expression of his face.
Izuna sneakily opened the door and looked at the scene unfolding. "This woman is a traitor to the revolution and Konohagakure! Let this be a lesson to all others," the leader issued. He lifted Hanatarou up by her long blue hair making sure that her neck was exposed. It happened in a flash. No one could have done anything. The man had pulled the small dagger and shoved it into the woman's petite neck. Madara and Izuna stared wide eyes as blood began spraying from the fatal wound inflicted on their beloved Mother. He dropped her body like and it fell limply onto the ground, her eyes still wide open looking in the boys' direction.
Izuna couldn't hold it. He covered his mouth. He tried to supress it. His breathing became ragged and finally he screamed. He screamed until he couldn't breathe. He screamed again and again. "RUN!" Madara screamed. He grabbed his brother's hand and ran from the house. The Konoha ninja followed the two boys, hot on their trail. They ran and ran. Their legs began to grow sore and stiff. The men showed no signs of stopping. Escape seemed hopeless now. And just when life couldn't get any worst, Izuna tripped and fell off the side of the hill. "IZUNA!". Madara was hesitant at first but bravery (or maybe idiocy) clouded his judgment. He ran down the hill following his brother into the clearing. He speed at which we was going down the hill was too fast for his legs and tripped and fell head first into the rocks. Everything went black and Madara was sure he was dead.