Madara knocked on my door, stepping in. "Saiyami," he paused and waited until I turned to him to continue. "I have some bad news." He informed. I sat up tiredly, rubbing my eyes.
"What is it?"
"The Senju have declared war." I gasped and shot out of bed.
"What?!" I grabbed his shoulders. "Are you lying? Don't lie!" He gave me a serious look.
"I would never lie about war." He snapped softly. I pouted a little, sitting on my bed. I set a hand on my hip to keep me from moving away from him. Without words telling me he wasn't to be comforted. It must be stressful as leader to organize a war.
"I guess it was coming, huh?" I asked, kicking at the floor.
Time Skip~
I should have known that things weren't always going to be at least a little peacefully. I sighed, pulling on my armor. It was very heavy, which made it hard to move in, but was very helpful. War had been dragging on for a week and it was kind of depressing.
People were dead, and lying face down in the blood stained dirt. It was scarring, and slowly eating away at Ninami and I. She gave me a distant look as she entered my room and turned her back to me, wanting me to tighten her chest guard.
"Thanks." She muttered, giving me a nod as I finished. She walked out of my room soundlessly.
The saddest thing was, Madara was making her go to war, but even when I talked to her about it, she wouldn't let me tell Madara she was pregnant.
"It's none of his business." She had snapped.
"But-"
"No buts Saiyami. I will fight until I can't fight no more."
I gave her a pissed off look, snarling, "Then expect me right there beside you, fighting off anyone who decides to come near you."
She stared into my eyes before nodding, a smirk on her face. "Their funeral."
"You better fucking believe it."
She sighed, trying to lighten my pissy mood. "Well, on the bright side you still suck at cussing."
"Fuck you." I snapped.
She gasped a little, tilting her head to the side a little, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Never." I flicked her off and shoved her away a little.
"Get out of here before I paint your brains on the wall."
I thought back to that conversation. Wasn't she going to try to stay alive for that baby, regardless of the father? I bit my lip and sighed.
"At least Madara let me stay near Ninami." I thought of all of the people I had killed protecting the Uchiha. No one would protect me or Ninami. Everyone would protect their loved ones, the younger ones, and the older ones, but no one would protect the leaders. The leaders, Madara and Izuna, didn't help anyone but their assigned teammates for the day, and that was alright with me, but it probably hurt Ninami.
I thought of how things would go today. I had kind of a queasy feeling instead of an energetic need to kill like most. I sighed in disgust. People had no limits in war. It was disgusting, and downgrading.
"Why aren't you ready?" Madara asked softly from the door. I didn't jump like usual, and looked at him.
"I need help, just with the chest piece." I answered, looking down a little as he came over and started to tie the lace on the back of the chest piece tightly around me.
"Saiyami," He whispered. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled my back into his chest. "Don't die out there today, okay? I have a bad feeling." He let his slide off my shoulder and continued to tie the lace tightly.
"You too?" I asked, turning to him as he tied off the last string.
"Yeah, something seems wrong. I already told Izuna, but he just said I'm getting paranoid." I raised an eyebrow.
"I agree." I said firmly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It will be fine, though. You're watching Izuna and he is watching you. Same with me and Ninami, we're fine." I assured. He nodded hesitantly. "I promise, Madara." I said, giving his shoulder a squeeze. He looked in my eyes, trying to confirm it, not trusting me tone, but reluctantly he nodded.
"Fine, but if you die," He warned. "I won't be at your funeral."
I smirked, "I can't have that. So I must not die today. Maybe I'll go back and die yesterday."
He frowned. "You can't do that can you?" I shook my head, smiling softly, and kissing him quickly.
"You get a longer one if you don't die today." I called, running out of the room to go get Ninami so we could leave for battle.
I spotted her in the kitchen and walked over to her. She scrambled some eggs in the pan.
"Morning." She yawned. I nodded and took a plate from the cabinet, letting her stack the eggs on my plate.
"Thank you."
She grunted in reply and looked at the door as Izuna walked in. He took my plate and nodded to us both before leaving.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked.
Ninami shrugged. "War makes you different."
"I guess..."
XxX
I stood behind Ninami as we watched the front rows get hammered. I gulped hating the sounds of painful screams. My heart ached as the row before Ninami shot out and starting attacking. Then Ninami shot off and I waited a moment before joining her, not letting her out of my sight or away from my side.
She glanced at me, watching as a man readied to strike. I nodded and we went back to back - something no one else was doing.
"Ninami, right." I said bluntly. She nodded and swung the katana from her side and sliced the arm of a man. Blood oozed from his arm and he stepped back, pain twisting his face. He let out a cry of pain and clutched this arm, glaring at her. She then jumped, sword ready and started swinging with grace I never knew she had. She cut his arms, legs and chest, easily.
"He wasn't even a ninja." Ninami grunted in disgust. "Saiyami, left." I felt my eyes dart to the left to see a blade a foot away. I jumped back, dodging it and turned slightly on my right foot, kicking the man in the chest sending him back into others that were coming to get us. Ninami shot a punch at a man, getting kneed in the side. She grunted on impact and broke the man's neck.
I slid under the closing in swords, cutting both men in the legs with my kunai, making them fall hard to the ground.
"Behind you!" Ninami shouted. I sniffed, feeling a heaviness in my heart, then ducked, dodging the kunai that was flung at my head. I didn't want to use my forbidden jutsu, but I mean what's war without cheaters?
I made a couple of fast, foreign handsigns, then had my hands land in the tiger. I blew on my fingers and watched as the men's souls chipped in half and blew away, into mine, many falling paralyzed onto the blood stained dirt.
It stunned him to lose himself and he stopped a second too long as Ninami swung and sliced his throat, spraying blood everywhere. I hopped up and decided no more clan war continued on until something happened. I had dirt and blood smeared on my face, sweat damped my clothes and made me smell badly. How did I only notice this?
Yet, they were still coming. New waves of Senju, refusing to die. I stabbed one in the arm, then another in the leg, stopping myself from stabbing the next.
It was so easy to tell Ninami and I were the best shinobi here that weren't Izuna and Madara themselves. It delighted and disgusted me at the same time.
I could tell one was a girl. She was shorter than me, with dark long hair that extended out of her helmet. She swung at me, but I dodged easily. She wasn't a ninja. She wasn't trained in fighting. I furrowed my eyebrows and and snapped her arm. She screamed and fell miserably to the ground. I left her like that.
Even if this was war, I wasn't going to take the life of an untrained kid.
I knelled down and I grabbed her hair, dragging her with me. many people tried to stop me, but Ninami slaughtered them. As soon as I got into the edge of the battlefield I got on my knees next to her and roughly grabbed her arm. I painfully popped it back into place and then stood, taking her helmet with me as I did.
"Thank-" My knee connected with her face with the snap of a bone. She gasped and whimpered.
"Leave, before I kill you." I said coldly.
She looked speechless and nodded quickly. She bolted up and ran into the forest.
"Saiyami, what the hell did you just do?" Ninami scolded.
"Shut up Ninami, she was little girl."
"Fuck that, this is war."
"No, fuck you." I growled, taking out my sword and hopping back into battle. She ducked, giving me room to slice the enemy's throat. I took the shot and quickly ducked and sidestepped away from flying ninja stars.
I grabbed my sword and walked forward a little, defending myself from a crazy looking man.
"Bring it bitch!" He cried, then I stabbed him in the side, bringing him down instantly.
"AHHHH!" A female voice cried.
I new that scream anywhere.
My heart stop beating in my chest.
I felt my eyes widen, and I quickly turned around.
Screams of pain echoed through the field, making my blood run cold and I pushed Ninami back behind me as the enemy smirked, all charging at us, abandoning their current opponent. The abandoned Uchiha didn't even hesitate to flee to another battle, none of them caring about us enough to help us. How selfish.
"Ninami, run!" I yelled, drawing a kunai and fending off two men. I used my other hand to grab his weapon pouch and pulled out a kunai, slicing his throat, I took the dead man's sword, slicing open four men's chests, their inside sliding out slowly. I stepped back in front of Ninami. "Goddammit go!" I yelled, shoving her back.
A kunai connected with my shoulder blade, splattering blood over the side of Ninami's face. She pulled me down, dodging another kunai, shoving me behind her.
"Stay back." She ordered, whipping out her second katana and going into a fight with multiple men. I watched in amazement as she fought them skillfully. She was careful with her strikes, her eyes darting from side to side, following the movements in a rush.
One man down.
Five men down.
She was just going in a full out slaughter.
Ten men down.
A kunai stabbed deep in my back. Making me jump and jolt forward to my knees. I felt blood rise slowly in my throat, making me cough.
Ninami glanced at her before a sword shot through her stomach.
Right through her growing, developing baby.
"NOOOO!" I cried, clutching the ground in front of me, trying to stay up. I tried to get up, but was beat back down. Men circled around her and her screams of pain traveled painfully to my ears. "NINAMI!" I cried, men circling around me as well, beating me, and stabbing my arms.
Then it was all gone.
Everything was black.
Nothing could be heard.
Nothing could be seen.
It was just black...
Third Person
Madara and Izuna saw from the corner of their eyes the frozen Uchiha watching something.
They couldn't put their finger on it why that had happened but they, couldn't stop fighting now.
"Madara," Izuna grunted. "Something's wrong."
Madara nodded, knowing.
Though neither could go and help, or see what it was, but both got a dark tight feeling in their stomachs.
Madara used his fan to block the offended and cut the man's throat with his swords. Izuna doing the same.
They glanced at the scene in front of them. Uchiha were retreating, without orders, as well as the Senju. It didn't make sense.
Then they saw the problem.
Two figures were lying face down in the dirt, bloodied and bruised, so badly you could see it clearly from their distance.
"Madara, is that..."
Madara answered the unasked question. "Yes."
Both shot forward, reaching the girls in seconds.
They were mangled and one wasn't breathing.
Saiyami's breath came out as light pants getting lighter and littler. Ninami's chest wasn't moving and her eyes weren't blinking.
"No..." Izuna breathed, falling to his knees, scooping Ninami in his arms. He pulled her bloodied body closer to him, not caring about the blood that soaked and stained his war attire.
Madara looked sadly at his brother and Ninami, then looked down at his feet. She was heartbreaking to look at. He gulped down the lump in his throat and turned her over, carefully picking her up. Izuna had tears steaming slowly down his face.
His heart was too broke to seem to be able to bear.
The boys carried their lovers back to the group were they ignored all of the scarred and frightful looks.
They carried both girls to the infirmary in their home.
Both instantly started to clean the girls up.
Two Days later...
The sky was shining brightly down as they place Ninami's lifeless body into the casket. Izuna looked grimly at it, waiting for her to come back and say, "Stop! I'm alive! I'm better!" But the injuries she had, that wouldn't be possible.
They placed it with the others, the lid firmly on. Air tight.
Madara stood next to his brother, face at a down cast. Saiyami still hadn't woken up, and her best friend was being put in a box to never be looked at again.
This was the worst part of war. The loss, and both boys couldn't help but feel pitiful that they cried over their lover's/best friend's dead body.
Later that night...
A man walked slowly down the row of caskets, placing a hand of them, then grunting when he couldn't find the right one. Finally at the end, he found her.
He opened the casket with a loud crack. The girl's pale and lifeless face shone dimly in the light.
"I never understood why the dress up the dead, when they mercilessly slaughter the living," He mumbled, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, then trailing his hand from her ear to the chin. "When I saw you all of those years ago, I thought you would out live Saiyami, I guess I was wrong, no?" He chuckled when she didn't respond, and placed a hand over her heart. "I wish I could feel it beating." He whispered. "I wish I could have seen you when it was."
He paused for a moment, just staring at her, then reaching inside of his dark coat. He pulled out a black rose and grabbed her bone chilling hands. He placed the rose on the stomach kissing each hand before making her lifeless body clutch the rose.
"I will forever remember you, Ninami-san." He whispered, standing. He grabbed the lid and lifted it into his arms, then setting it down softly next to the casket, so his rose and his old friend could be seen clearly.
Then he slowly dissolved into the air without a trace.