The Life and Times of Madara Uchiha
Chapter III
By GONaruHina
Summary: Madara Uchiha had an early life, before he went crazy. Here they are, in all of their fan fiction glory….
Genre(s): Adventure, Humor, Romance. There is also a little angst, but just for this chapter.
Disclaimer: Seriously? Do I have to write this s!!! every chapter? I mean, come on, would I, a dude who isn't even done with school yet, own Naruto? No, I would be a crusty old dude who rolls around in money and makes Naruto chapters every week. And I would own a 590 gigabyte PS4. Huh? Not invented yet? Or is it….
WARNING! THERE IS MILD SWEARING IN THIS CHAPTER!
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"Moo…" Regular Talk
'Moo…' Thoughts
"Moo…" Flashback Talk
'Moo…' Flashback Thoughts
(A/N- Moo…) Author Notes (A/N- These are rare, as I think they derive from the story…. Oops…)
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Madara's breath caught in his breath. His eyes widened to triple their normal size, and he could have sworn he felt the crotch region of his pants get wet. He looked up and saw…
His father.
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Izuna's chest rose and fell. He felt his heart skip a few beats- no, stop beating- for a second as he saw the Senju fall. Gruesomely killed, the 'Elite' didn't even look human anymore. No, he looked more like a big puddle of blood, gore, and various misplaced organs. Izuna couldn't even tell what he was anymore.
Izuna looked at his hands. They were covered in blood.
'Whose blood… Who… Who… Oh god…' Izuna thought. The blood started mesmerizing, moving, swirling, jumping… It made Izuna dizzy. The blood jumped off his hands and made a humanoid form. It jumped on the palms of his hands. One form made the shape of the Senju. The other formed his mother.
"Oh Izuna… I'm so disappointed! You killed… You killed… You made mommy sad… I don't even know you, you… you… you beast!" The sadness and rising anger bewildered Izuna. The mother squinted her eyes and stuck up the bird at Izuna. "You asshole! I can't believe you would stoop so low, you cold blooded killer!' Her harsh words caused tears in Izuna's eyes. He felt his heart breaking in two.
"Hey! Don't forget me! You already killed me!" The Senju blood form exclaimed to Izuna. He turned his head to see the miniature shinobi. 'I can't believe you killed me! I have… well, had a family! I had a wife! Two kids! How do you feel, huh? They have to grow up with no father, my wife will go crazy without me, and you… you… when the rest of the Senju clan get here, OOOH! YOU ARE SOOO DEAD!"The Senju yelled. Izuna felt his broken heart break in fourths now. The tears forming in his eyes now fell freely. He sobbed and sobbed his sorrow and bewilderment of his brutal actions coming out. The tears slammed into the palms of his hands, and formed versions of him. These mini Izuna's proceeded to pull out liquid shuriken and slice up the blood Senju and the blood mother. This only acted to sadden Izuna more, as he watched the magnitude of his actions.
The water and blood shinobi faded. Even with the carnage, chaos, death, and destruction around him, Izuna didn't budge. He just stood there, sobbing his eyes out. At one point, his Sharingan faded, leaving ivory black eyes wet with tears. He couldn't believe how evil he was. He stooped so low as to kill the man who killed his father, his last of kin! And Madara was dead, and his mother, and…
A pair of strong arms encircled Izuna from behind. He felt the arms pulling Izuna into a strong, rippled chest. He laid his head upon it, not even knowing who the man was. He continued to cry his sorrow out of his system.
"Shhhh… Its okay, I'm here… Shhh…" Izuna recognized that voice. That voice, that which was so soothing, that which tucked him in at night, that which laid him to bed, that which held him at birth…
The voice of his father.
Even with the shocking revelation that his father survived the raging fire done to his hut, Izuna didn't budge. He continued to cry, cry, and cry some more. Eventually, an explosion took place about 15 meters to the right of them. At this his father hoisted Izuna onto his shoulder. Izuna vaguely saw Madara next to him on his father's other shoulder.
"Alright, boys… let's get out of here." That was all Izuna heard, because the next moment, he and his brother blacked out at exactly the same time.
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Madara slowly opened his eyes. He tried to sit up, but found he couldn't, thanks to the bandages around his head, legs, arm, and torso. He was also sitting in a nice, warm bed. This he realized after looking around for a little bit.
He also realized, in a bed next to him, was Izuna. He had his eyes closed, with dried tears on his pale face.
'Oh no… Izuna was crying…. What happened?' Madara thought. He sat there, puzzled for a full minute. Then it all came back to him.
The memories of the invasion.
The Senju had successfully invaded the only Uchiha campground in River Country. The Uchiha were just getting back to Fire Country, coming back from a victory. The battle had taken place in the outskirts of Wind Country, and once winning, the Uchiha were making their way back to their home country. But the battle was long and hard, the Uchiha losing 3,000 men and the Sabaku clan from Wind losing a staggering 15,000 men. The Uchiha were exhausted and vulnerable. And the Senju knew it.
The invasion was no coincidence. The Senju knew that the Uchiha were weak at the time, they knew that it was the perfect time to fight, they knew that if they attacked immediately, they would have a sure victory.
And they used this knowledge. After all, the Senju did invent the saying that knowing is half the battle. And they sure won the other half of the battle.
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"Will they be okay?"
"I don't know, sir. The younger one is suffering from chakra exhaustion, a broken arm, 4 broken ribs, and his skull is cracked. The older one's leg and arm are broken, his spine is misplaced, and he is suffering from a concussion. They could survive, but it is very… unlikely…" The medic-nin said.
Kizuna sighed and pulled his hair through his hair. He himself was never in his hut, instead helping to eliminate many Senju shinobi in the invasion. Unfortunately, he could not stop injuries for his self.
Kizuna had a broken finger, multiple stab wounds, a few cuts across his face, kunai stuck in his left leg, and his back was cut open by a scythe. As it was, it was hard for him to move around.
But the pain wouldn't-couldn't-stop him from seeing his little boys. The only family he had left, not including the rest of the Uchiha clan. After his wife died in their childbirth, he was depressed, and considered killing himself and Madara and Izuna. But he overcame. He fought through it. And he lived through it...
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Kizuna felt his heart skip a few beats as he felt his wife's hand get cold. Her pillow sagged, her eyes closed, and the room seemed to get overall darker. Kizuna's brain stopped working. He froze in the spot, his twin boys wailing, still in their late mother's arms.
'Funny,' Kizuna thought. Even dead, his wife seemed caring and loving. She still cuddled with them, comforting them from the afterlife. Madara and Izuna seemed to raise their arms, as best as they could for newborns, to the sky. They screamed louder. Kizuna realized they were reaching for their mother.
'They say babies can see angels… Just like their mother… She truly was an angel.' Kizuna felt his heart slow down. His body seemed to stop, his muscles tightened. He felt himself getting cold, endlessly cold. He could feel his steady, quiet breaths pulse out of him. They were so cold, so very cold. His breathes were taking the life out of him. He felt his rib cage tighten, his heart stop. Kizuna realized that he was having a heart attack.
'Why doesn't it hurt…? Why… Why… Why, Izuko? Why, Madara? Why, Izuna? Why am I so cold…so cold… so very cold…' Kizuna saw as his peripheral vision close up until he was truly, truly, in darkness.
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Kizuna opened his eyes. He felt himself in a bed. The ceiling, which he was looking at, was painted white. Completely white. He remembered the only white ceilings of Uchiha residence were hospitals. Kizuna didn't even wonder why he was in a hospital bed. He knew why he was there. He knew what happened. He only really had one question.
'Why am I alive?'
So he sat there. And sat. And sat. All the while, racking his brain for the answer to the question he couldn't seem to find inside of himself. But his mother always said 'All questions can be found… inside you…'! So why didn't he find them? Why couldn't he figure out one simple question? Why did Izunko die? Where were Madara and Izuna? Were they alive? Who…
Soon, Kizuna found his conscience flooded with question. He couldn't hope to even begin answering them, so he decided to sleep. He came upon this when he realized he had been sitting, soul searching, for 6 hours. The sun had been down a while by then.
So he slept.
And he didn't wake until the next week.
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"Doctor, is he going to be alright?"
"I don't know, Yunazo. He has been sleeping for a week. We don't know if he is in a coma from his heart attack, or if he is simply dead. (A/N- Remember, technology doctors have today weren't invented yet, so they have no way of knowing whether he is alive or not.)
"Well, doc, what can I do to help?" Yunazo said.
"Well, for starters, you can make me a sandwich."
"Huh?! But-"
"Make me one too."
Yunazo and the lead medic turned around to see Kizuna Uchiha standing in the open doorway of his hospital room.
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Kizuna stood over Madara and Izuna's cribs. Their breaths rocked their chests rapidly up and down. Kizuna marveled at the sheer beauty of them.
'They look so much like their mother… But-' Kizuna's hands folded into fists, his nails digging into his skin and drawing blood. '-They will never be like her. No matter how hard they try.' Kizuna's face tightened in anger.
'How dare they try and look life my beautifully wife!? They don't deserve to life, the traitor bastards!' Kizuna reached his hands into their cribs, about to close his hands around their throats, when he felt a pair of hands wrap around his, stopping him. Kizuna looked up and saw the most beautiful thing in his life.
His wife.
Kizuna's eyes widened to saucers. He opened his mouth, preparing to talk, when he found his voice didn't work, and he closed his mouth again. He repeated this for a few moments.
Izuko smiled. "Now, is that what you should do to your little sons?" she said. Even her voice was heavenly!
Kizuna couldn't help but twitch. Was this really the heavenly body that conceived his children? Or was it… Yes, it had to be!
Kizuna pulled his hand from Izuko. "LIES! All LIES! HOW DARE YOU TRICK ME??! I'LL KILL YOU!!" Kizuna ran to the rocking chair Izuko used to sit in when expecting, where she read to both her unborn children. Kizuna picked it up, and threw it at Izuko. She fizzled, and the chair made a loud CLANG against the wall. She appeared again next to him.
"Sweetie, that wasn't nice…" She whispered into his ear, making him shiver. This only served to infuriate Kizuna more!
"AARGH!! How DARE YOU IMITATE HER???!" Kizuna pulled out a kunai and started stabbing Izuko. He fell, and continued stabbing. He stabbed for 15 minutes, and then finally dropped the kunai. He sat on his knees, tears covering his face. He sat there for an entire half hour.
Eventually, Kizuna got up. He walked over to Madara and Izuna. They were awakened from his screaming. He realized they were crying. Why didn't he feel this before? His eyes devoid of life, Kizuna picked them up. He didn't try to comfort them and didn't cuddle them. He just held them, and they cried together. Together, at the loss of their mother and/or wife. They cried because they were alone. And in their loneliness, came comfort. That night, they slept as a family in the corner of the nursery. They slept in each other's arms, their mother watching them from heaven.
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Kizuna sighed as he remembered the month after his wife died. He-
"Sir! Your oldest son is awake!" A random medic-nin said.
Broken out of his thoughts, Kizuna followed the medic to Madara and Izuna's room. He entered to see Izuna still sleeping, bandages covering most of his face. The only seeable parts were his eyes, nose, mouth, and patches of obsidian black hair poking out of the bandages.
Madara had bandages around his face also, but his weren't as numerous as Izuna's. His covered his forehead and chin.
Madara looked and saw his father.
"Daddy!" Madara reached his arms-well, arm, as his other one was broken- to his father. Kizuna replied this physical embrace with twice as much care, love, and worry as his son.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Madara?"
"My head hurts." Kizuna cringed as he remembered that Madara had a concussion.
"It's okay. The medics will take care of you, alright buddy?" Kizuna replied.
Madara nodded, and then took on a look of worry. "Daddy, will Izuna be okay?"
Kizuna grinned. "Of course, little buddy! Your brother will be fine, and you guys will be playing together again in no time!" Madara's eyes lit up, and he smiled.
"Time to sleep now, Madara. You need your rest!" Another random generic medic Nin said. Madara nodded, and his father walked out with the Nin outside. Almost immediately after the door closed, his grin turned into a grim scowl.
"Okay doc, give it to me straight. What is Izuna's true condition?" Kizuna demanded. The medic Nin swallowed, ands Beads of sweat started trickling down his forehead. He opened his mouth.
"I'm afraid there is a very low chance he will live…"
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OOOH YEEAAHH!!! Cliffhanger strikes back! Well? How was the chapter? I know most of it didn't have an actual plot, but I planned it that way. This was filler, just for some insight on how Kizuna felt as Izuko died, and what he did. I tried not to make it all emo and sad, but it just came out that way… XP
Anyway, next chapter, I will introduce why (at least my idea) Uchiha and Senju fight so intensely. I will also include some background info on a new character…
Well, about this chapter… The plot thickens! Bet ya didn't see that plot twist coming, didja? Well, I got ideas for it from reading the Soul Eater chapter in Yen+ where Soul is infused with Ragnorok's black blood, and Dr. Stein lies to Maka about it. I really read it about a week ago, and this idea just randomly popped into my head.
I wanted to put in the flashback, because a) I wanted some info about how Kizuna copes with Izuko's death, b) I needed to take up some space so I could fit in the cliffy today, so I used a flashback, and c) It's just really fun writing in italics! XD!
Well, here it is… WEEKLY AUTHOR RECCOMENDATION!
This week's author is NeonZangetsu. He is a wonderful, descriptive, all around awesome author. He has an amazing 100 stories (Yeah, not a typo- seriously 100)! A lot of his stories are on my favorite list, and I have reviewed and/or subscribed to a lot of them. Well… I guess that's it…
Oh, and speaking about reviews. I am so f!!!ing pissed off right now. Why? Well, I checked on my profile and saw hits from Singapore, Philippines, U.K, Germany, and other random countries. W.T.F?! How do I have all these hits- with 4 REVIEWS!?! 4 MOTHER F!!!ING REVIEWS?! WHY CAN'T YOU REVIEW??! WHY??! WHY??! AARGH, it infuriates me so much! I mean, is it really so hard to move your mouse, click a button, and type a few words? Even a "Nice story, please keep up the good work and update fast!" would be nice! But noooo, some people just love to ignore the pleas of writers. Yet, when they get their stories and nobody reviews them, they sit there picking their nose going "What happened?" YOU HAPPENED, A!!TARD! It's called karma- you don't do something nice, nobody is nice to you.
Well, rant aside, I just really want to say is that it would be really nice if you reviewed. I'm not begging, and this story won't stop if you don't, but it would be very nice and would encourage me if you did review.
Oh, and about the Spelling Bee this weekend- I lost. (DX) The word I had was "Tithe", and the way the pronounciator said it, it sounded like "Tithed" to me. Now, because I had never heard this word before, I asked for it in a sentence and for the lady to repeat the word. After all this, it sounded the same, so I spelled it "Tithed". Needless to say, I got it wrong.
And the sad part is, I rode in a hot, stuffy car with two VERY ANOYYING brothers for almost 18 hours. For nothing. And I had to do that all over again on the way home. And the EVEN sadder part- the hotel room had more T.V. channels than my house! My F!!!ING HOUSE!
*sigh* Oh well. At least I –looks down on Word and sees word number- got over 3,000 words this time. Yes, so- wait, WHAT? 3,000!! OMFG! OH YEEAAAH! I'm getting better, and longer! This is awesome!! -Does ridiculous dance- Oh yeah, uh huh…
Well, until next week, this is GONaruHina OUT! Peace!