Oh my lord I'm soooo sorry I've been busy with school and stuff...
I can honestly say that I did not plan this out before so I've been making an outline. I swear I'll finish this story~ Thanks to everyone who gave some input in reviews, they helped a bunch!
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A week went by and both the Uchiha and Senju groups were at a standstill, they had agreed to meet up in a month's time to sign a treaty and to hold a celebratory party. Hashirama was of course elated and had tried to bring the day closer but that was the closest date the councils would allow. In short, temporarily there was peace between the two clans, but within the Uchiha clan there were many members that were unable to accept this sudden change of pace.
Who could blame them? Their ferocious leader, THE Uchiha Madara, making a treaty with the clan who they had been fighting against for as long as they can remember? What in the world could have changed their-previously-unwavering leader's mind into taking such actions?
Their only conclusion: a woman. His wife to be exact. Have mercy on them, their leader had been wooed by a female, not to mention a mute. Apparently quite clumsy as well, likely everyone in the clan saw her tripping around the compound at some point. Or bumping into things. Or tripping and spilling hot tea on them...
Ahem.
Perhaps they could find a way to get rid of her. But how? She herself was technically a trained shinobi, even if her taijutsu was messed up due to her natural clumsiness, she was arguably one of the best they had in their forces.
A disappearance would certainly hold any future plans back- Madara would never stop searching for her- and if she suddenly died, well. They decided not to go there.
A competition within the clan would work, but who could defeat her?
Deciding to continue their meeting another time, the elders retired for the day and slept on their thoughts.
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~the next morning~
"Nii-sama."
"Hn?"
"...the elders wish to speak with you.."
Eyes narrowing, Madara stalked to the meeting room, finding all the elders seated and waiting for him. Somewhat nervous looking as well.
He waited for them to speak before one of them finally decided to speak.
"We want you to hold a tournament style competition for the clan. They are surely restless from suddenly not having to fight after so many years... but you will not participate. As the clan head there should be no need for you to participate.."
Madara stares blankly at them for a few minutes, before mumbling that he would make the arrangements for this competition and walked out.
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~day of the competition~
Most of the clan members gathered at the largest training field and sat in temporary stands that had been quickly constructed out of wood. The stands formed a large ring around the field, creating the boundaries for the tournament. Families were allowed to sit together but the elders sat at the bottom for closer spectating and to provide commentary as well as regulation.
"Rules are simple. No intentional permanent or lethal injuries are allowed, anything else goes."
Many matches quickly passed and finally it was Fuyumi's turn, against a male Uchiha who had been a part of the war for many years and was relatively well known for his combat skills. Others in the crowd started whispering that it was unfair that she had to fight against a war veteran when she is barely a fighter. Izuna was hiding snickers with his hand, almost failing. Almost. Madara remained stoic and showed no worry, surprising most of the clans[wo]men.
Fuyumi had never shown any skills in combat aside from her wedding night, but they did not know how that played out and the other women involved were very tight-lipped about the incident.
(sorry this is gonna be bad I CAN'T WRITE)
Nanashi (sorry couldn't think of a name) began the match by slowly moving closer before dashing towards Fuyumi. Fuyumi decided to start with a large jutsu and made the proper hand signs before blowing out a long stream of fire from her mouth.
Nanashi moved to the side, thinking it was just a line of fire, but it followed him from behind and he started panicking as the fire touched the bottom of his pants quickly retreating away from it and putting out the fire just below his knees, luckily his skin still untouched (barely).
People stared in shock as the line of fire Fuyumi created turned into a long dragon that swirled around her slowly, lighting up the dark blue kimono she decided to wear today. Her long, knee length black hair was tied into a long ponytail to the side and hung off her shoulder barely avoided getting scorched, and Izuna was about to shout that out to her before Madara whacked the back of his head lightly. Izuna pouted before turning back to the fight.
Fuyumi smiled lightly before sending the dragon to Nanashi. The fire dragon sped towards Nanashi and he was about to attempt to use a fireball of his own to counter it, when the dragon suddenly dispersed, the remains of fire floating to the ground slowly before disappearing. As he looked forward, Fuyumi was gone and he quickly searched around, finding that she was charging in from behind holding a kunai in one hand.
Nanashi prepared to parry with his own kunai when Fuyumi suddenly tripped on the kimono she was wearing and fell forward face first.
The crowd stared blankly at the sight before more whispers murmured about, questioning Fuyumi's skills yet again despite her fire dragon.
Izuna openly facepalmed at the sight while Madara pinched the bridge of his nose (was that right?) and sighed heavily.
Fuyumi slowly got up and blinked a few times, before brushing off the dust and dirt from the ground off her kimono. She resumed her charge at Nanashi and threw several shuriken at him making him reflect them with his kunai and they clashed a few times before Nanashi pulled out a tanto and swung it at her. Fuyumi retreated a few meters back before throwing senbon with paralyzing agents. Each senbon hit their mark and Nanashi pulled them out before continuing to swing at her, getting close to lobbing off her hair.
As the two continued parrying, Nanashi felt himself growing weaker, it became increasingly difficult to move and the muscles in his body were becoming unresponsive. After a few more minutes, he collapsed to the ground, frozen as Fuyumi walked to him. The crowd was silent in disbelief as the elders announced her the winner of the match.
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Everyone who went against Fuyumi either lost or gave up before the match started. The elders looked rather mad over this but could not do anything, therefore Fuyumi won the tournament.
Of course following a tournament was a banquet.
"Fuyumi-sama, here is a congratulatory gift for your victory!"
"Ah! Us too!"
"We as well shall offer a gift."
Groups of families decided to crowd around the table where she, Madara and Izuna sat. Nanashi approached as well.
"I offer to pour you this sake, made by myself before the war."
Fuyumi nodded, taking the unused sake cup from the table and holding it out for him to pour.
"Fuyu-nee! I want to try sake! Lemme try some!"
The moment Nanashi finished pouring sake, Izuna snatched the cup and drank about half of the cup. As Fuyumi took the cup back and drank the rest of the sake, the observing elders were choking on their own sake that they had been drinking prior to Izuna's first taste of sake.
"...that tasted disgusting. What the heck? How can you guys drink this stuff?!" Many of the drunk men in the banquet hall laughed at Izuna's exclamation and the women attempted to smother each other's giggles.
Nanashi nervously laughed himself before fleeing back to his own table off to the side. Fuyumi narrowed her eyes at him as he walked back before staring at her cup.
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Long after the sun faded into the night, the banquet finally ended and the Uchiha disappeared into the halls of the compound. Before Izuna could leave, Fuyumi grabbed him by the sleeve and took him and Madara to their room. Madara and Izuna glanced at each other with questioning looks but allowed Fuyumi to drag them off.
When they reached the room, Fuyumi turned around and poked one of Izuna's fingers with a needle.
"Ow! What was that for, Fuyu-nee? You know I hate needles!"
Fuyumi squeezed his finger making him yelp and drew blood, collecting it on a piece of paper and watched as it was absorbed. The two siblings watched as she fumbled around the room gathering materials off her shelves for whatever she was doing until she came to a stop in front of them and frowned. They gave her questioning looks until she wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to them to read.
Poison.
The room was silent for a while as they took in her words and she pouted before moving off to the side to test out antidotes as they stood frozen.
Madara came up to her and abruptly interrupted her work by flicking the back of her head saying, "explain."
She looked up at him and wrote on another piece of paper before giving it to him.
Sake. Banquet. Nanashi.
When he looked up from reading he saw her point to Izuna and herself.
"...can you make the antidote?"
Silence once again enveloped the room and Fuyumi slowly shook her head before retrying antidotes.
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A few weeks later
Izuna coughed up blood on the bed, breathing heavily as he laid on his back. Madara sat on the edge of the futon with a slightly frenzied look on his face, disbelieving the current situation that had him there. Off to the side was Fuyumi, coughing lightly herself. While there was yet to be any blood, it went unsaid that they knew her time would come shortly.
"Sorry...nii-sama...I won't be around to see if you have any kids or not...and I can't watch you be friends with the Senju...or unite other clans into the village..."
Madara gritted his teeth together as he grabbed Izuna's hand as his voice grew softer, weaker. Fuyumi came closer and her knees sunk to the ground next to the futon and she too held onto Izuna's hand.
The three stayed together until Izuna's final breath, Fuyumi's coughing becoming more frequent. From the side where she was sitting, she leaned into Madara, leaning into his warmth as her own body gradually grew colder.
"Izuna...Fuyumi.."