treavellergirl – It would be funny if Shisui did that but I'm trying to make this fic somewhat realistic. Shisui would want Madara to become head clan, she wants to keep some things tact for future reference. Hope you aren't too disappointed about this?

Sylencia – Heh. I so love angry readers when they stumble on a cliffhanger! Mhoehahahaha! I feel so evil right now. :p Yeah, Shisui already has all the experience she needs, only her body is lagging behind. Yeah, Madara and the rest will be much stronger than in canon since Shisui helps them with everything. Even medical Ninjutsu since the Uchiha's didn't have that in their arsenal and with the aid of Shisui the Uchiha will have that too. Hihi, Madara sure gets annoyed at the fact of his innocent sister being unpurified by a boy, especially "You Know Who". If you look at the title of the chapter, you'll know it right away. If you ever need help with your stories to translate them in English, I'll gladly help out. My English isn't perfect but it's good enough to be understood by every reader. Here is a tissue for you too, be prepared.

Ingmina – I'm sure you don't stalk my story, hihi. Well, here is another chapter and thanks for the compliment. Enjoy!

SilverIcy – Yeah, life sure sucks for Shisui, poor girl. And I absolutely adore Madara's over-protectiveness. I'm sure he would react this way too in canon. :D Here is another chapter, SilverIcy! Thanks for your support and the lovely reviews! ;D

Kasai no Oni – Sorry, but this chapter won't be happy either. Prepare yourself.

So here are the ages for the ones that are confused, for this chapter only:

Uchiha Madara=9 years to 10 years old

Uchiha Daisuke (OC)=8 years to 9 years old

Uchiha Izuna=7 years to 8 years old

Uchiha Tetsu (OC)=5 years to 6 years old

Uchiha Shisui=4 years to 5 years old


Era of the Warring States

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By Angelbloodlover

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~ Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.

Mel Brooks

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Chapter 4: Sudden Reality

Death of your loved ones, Shisui mused, was a brutal thing. Although intellectually she knew that one day everyone would perish but human beings were so reluctant to think about their death that this knowledge does not touch their hearts, not even hers. They think they will live their life as if they were going to be in this world forever. Unfortunately, when the time of death actually arrived they discovered that by having ignored death all their lives they were completely unprepared. It was like someone suddenly ripped off their heart and stomped on it, crushing it, annihilating the leftovers until nothing was left...

…It was totally unexpected and painstakingly the most horrible feeling she had ever felt.


The moment Shisui heard the returns of the Uchiha men, she stormed outside, shouting at her brothers to wake up. They did so without any complain, stumbling upwards and following their sister outside. Shisui quickly scanned the crowd and found Madara's forlorn expression among the sea of black. Right then and there, Shisui felt her heart skip a beat. Without thinking she ran towards him, "Madara-nii!" She opened her arms and hugged him tightly until she heard a pained groan escape his lips.

She stiffened and pulled him away from the crowd, motioning to her brothers to follow her. When she was out of eye sight, she started pulling off his armour with a gentle tenderness, "Aniki…where is-" She stopped her sentence when she saw that look in his eyes. Swallowing heavily, she started healing him after stripping him (half) naked. She hoped he wasn't thinking what she thought he was. After some torturing minutes, she finished healing him, not perfectly, just enough to be stabilized. She wanted to see Daisuke now. "Now, let's go find-" She was interrupted by a loud piercing, blood-gurgling scream, more precisely a female shout, one that was on the verge of dying.

Her heart started beating wildly, eyes wide in fear when she saw Madara's eyes. Never in her entire five years did she saw him cry. Never. Without thinking she ran towards that person, ignoring her brothers scared shouts. What she saw there made her entire body tremble in fear, pain. She choked on her spit, grabbing her loose shirt, feeling her breathing halt. Her surrounding seemed to mute and she couldn't hear anyone anymore, not even the sorrowful, grieving cries of a desperate mother. Her shaky wobbly knees buckled under her weight and she screamed as loudly as she could. She pulled on her black bangs, ripping them from the root, hoping to make this pain go away but it didn't.

All eyes were downcast, pity and sorrow etched into their onyx gems.

She could care less about them, she cried, sobbed, choked until she was crouched next to the body of her brother. Her eyes scanned his condition, purple-looking lips, eyes glazed, cheeks hollow, ghost-white complexion and oh Kami the flinching coldness. She flinched, her fingers trembling as she touched his lips, his freezing lips. "No…No! You promised! You promised!" She shouted, hitting him on his chest and flinched again when her hands went through his chest. "Nononono…Kai! Kai! Kai!" She whispered furiously, trying to dispel the image of her deceased brother. She scrambled away from him, falling on the ground and stayed like that, crying rivers. "D-Daisu-uke-nii…why?" She gasped out, clenching and unclenching the dirt underneath her hand. She felt dead.

Sachiko's loud screams pierced her heart and she had to stuff her ears shut just to keep them away. Not after that she had heard two thuds, more precisely, Izuna and Tetsu. She couldn't see them but she could feel the quavering of the ground underneath her as they rammed it with again and again with their knuckles, cursing the Senju's to the depths of Hell.

And Tajima. He was only looking down, eyes closed, not uttering a single word. For that she despised him, detested his entire being, hated his entire existence, scorned him and wished he had died instead of her hard-working brother. It was his fault he had died, standing up with shaky legs, she forced her back to straighten and poisoned eyes looked straight into the dark-coloured eyes of Tajima, "You," She stared, venom dripping off her words, "Are despicable, unworthy of the Uch-" The punch that hit her send her flying, hitting someone's back as she wheezed for breath but she continued, "Uchiha name. I hate you! I ha-" Another slap to her cheeks and she felt the throbbing gradually become worse, "I hate you. I despise your entire existence. You should have died instead of Daisuke-nii! Murder! Bloody murderer!" She screamed out, trashing wildly against the person that was holding her at bay.

Madara didn't know what to do, he just saw his dear sister, his calm sister who lost all sense of control against their father. He cried, pleaded but she wouldn't listen, only screaming at him. "Imouto! Stop! Please!"

"You ungrateful brat! I'll teach you some manners-" "Enough! Enough! For Kami's sake! I'm sick and tired of the constant blood-shedding!" Sachiko screamed out, holding Tajima's arms from lashing out at her daughter, her living daughter, "Stop it! Enough is enough!" She whimpered, crying into his back.

But Shisui never stopped screaming bloody murder, even after she was knocked unconscious when she embraced the unwilling darkness, those words came out her lips as she trashed violently.

No one moved, no one spoke. What was there left to say…?

And then rain started dripping down, the sky crying for the loss of a certain Uchiha Daisuke, beloved brother, strong-spirited son and a hard-working Uchiha.


The funeral went eerily quiet. Shisui didn't look at Tajima and neither did he look at her. They completely ignored each other, even being with each other's presence made Shisui snarl in anger and then getting beat down by Tajima, a cycle of never-ending hatred. Sachiko had cleaned Daisuke's body, Shisui had healed him completely, restoring the gap in his chest and turned his appearance a bit livelier by pushing medical chakra into his system. It had taken half of her chakra but it was worth it to see him more like a human instead of a bag of rotten vegetables. Right now he was wearing the tradition Uchiha armour, along with his favourite sword, his face wearing a pleasant smile.

That was the way he had left and that will be the way he would leave them.

Sniffing, she proceed to scatter the many flowers she had gathered in the forest, with the help of her equally silent brothers, each flower described a certain character trait of his and she had mournfully explained the hidden meaning behind them. It was a good thing this area had excessive flowers in their reach, though she hadn't expected it to be a flowery field what with the constant bloodshed.

Alstroemeria for his aspirant, hard-working self.

Pink carnation for remembrance, along with a forget-me-not because she would never ever forget him. Ever.

A daisy for his childish innocence that had been stripped from him, unwillingly.

Ginger for being a proud Uchiha.

For the spirited strength of his character a gladioulus was placed on his chest.

Pink tulip for his caring, protectiveness.

And finally a red and white rose for unity. He will always be a part of her life, along with her brothers and Sachiko.

She kissed on both of his cheeks and gripped his hands tightly, praying, "I h-hope you c-can r-res-st in p-peace, my b-beloved a-aniki…" Sniffing quietly, she hugged his, the smell of cinnamon, his smell, invading my nostrils, "I l-l-love y-you." She stuttered softly, engraving the memory of his peaceful smile, his calm demeanour and then she took a step backwards and another one until she stood with the rest of her brothers.

Madara stepped forward and placed his forehead on him, whispering, "I p-promise I'll t-take care of the-em. Rest i-in p-peace, o-otouto…" He stayed like that for a few minutes and taking a deep breath, he stepped away, the kiss on his forehead meant as a farewell.

Izuna was next but the boy looked too heartbroken to say anything so he just hugged his deceased brother, mumbling incoherent words as he tried to keep his tears away. But they came rolling down anyway.

Finally Tetsu stepped forward, holding something in his hand, a wooden Uchiha fan, coloured elegantly and beautifully, "A-aniki…," The rest was forgotten as Tetsu whimpered and then sobbed quietly as he placed the pendant in his hands, "K-know t-that I'll n-never f-forg-e-et you.." He, too, stepped backwards, grabbing Shisui's hand and squeezing it tightly. Shisui choked on her tears but smiled nonetheless as she grabbed Izuna's hand, who grabbed Madara's hand. All four of them bowed deeply for the short life that their dear brother had and cried for the life he should have had.

And then Madara, Izuna and Tetsu took a step forward, along with Shisui, performing a sequence of hand seals in perfect synchronization. Tajima had only allowed her to utilize this jutsu for the sake of Daisuke's funeral. With a deep breath, fire flickered alive simultaneously and licked the body of Daisuke eagerly, leaving nothing behind but ashes. Soon his ashes were spread on the field, along with the rest of the Uchiha that they could recover.

Onyx gems watching everything with a down-cast, forlorn and sad expression until the orange-red fire died down.

Only then did they left, mourning for their beloved ones in private.

But not for Sachiko and her four children, they stayed until the next day, silence their only company.


A week had passed after Daisuke's death and Shisui was still unable to face Tajima again. Granted, he had let her perform the fireball technique but that didn't mean she would forgive him. She despised him and everyone noticed it, even a blind man could feel and taste the hate rolling off her body.

Still, with that Tajima didn't bother with her anymore. He didn't particularly hate his children but in times like these there was no time to grief, only to fight.

So, she did what every beloved sister would do after being heartbroken, she pushed her siblings to train in anything she could think of. She worked them until they couldn't even twitch their fingers. Evasion techniques, running, healing, sword skills, Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, tactics, Taijutsu, even Fuinjutsu, concentration, anything, really. She was surprised to see them so motivated when their eyes locked with each other.

And every night, they walked to the largest tree, where they had made a grave for Daisuke, honouring him continually in the afterlife.

It was time to leave the area they were inhabiting. The Senju's were coming too close to their camp and vulnerable Uchiha's, women and children alike had died by the Senju's. Tajima had ordered them this morning to pack everything and be prepared to leave at dawn.

No one bothered to talk, al busy within their own mind, fear for the enemy speeding them up.

The first thing Shisui had done was running towards Daisuke grave, she had stolen a blank scroll from Tajima especially for this day. Performing a set of seals, she stored his entire grave within the scroll and rolled it up, placing it carefully in her bag. She wasn't particularly good at Fuinjutsu but Kakashi and Itachi had taught her some useful things such as storing things, making explosive tags, seal barriers and so on.

When she returned Madara nodded curtly, knowing where she was. She continued packing everything, storing them up in scrolls and helped Sachiko further. Ever since Daisuke's death Sachiko had been quiet, her eyes had always that same shimmer in them, empty and ready to burst into another fit of cries. She had packed Daisuke's things with her, not having the heart to throw them away.

Shisui had tried to help her brothers with the loss of their brother since she had experience and they not but it was so hard to do when that person was someone who grew up with you, cared for you, helped you, laughed with you, loved you. Still, she was a selfless person at heart thus she had pushed her chaotic feelings aside and helped them, consoled them with comforting words. Even after the loss of her brother, she didn't hate the Senju's, they weren't to blame for this, at the same time they had their beloved ones being stripped from them. The only one to blame were the greedy, disgusting daimyo's who wanted a bit of land. No, revenge was never the answer and she had taught her brothers about it. No matter what, they couldn't walk down that path because it only brought forth more misery and loss. They had been sceptical and angry at her for saying those words and so she had to bring up her back-up plan. She spoke about the Senju and their loss too, the many children that had died there too, many brothers who had their siblings, many wives who had lost their husbands.

That shut them up and made them thinking. But it didn't mean they accepted it. Yet.

"Aniki?" Shisui asked quietly, placing her hand on Madara's. She had seen the look in his eyes, the way he blamed himself for Daisuke's death. It pained her heart to see a child suffer. "Will you tell me how h-he d-died?" She stuttered the last part, squeezing his hand when he flinched.

Her other brothers were listening in but they had all the right to do so.

He nodded, "The f-fight was almost done. Li-ike always I chec-cked if there were any b-breathing Senju's. F-father asked me to k-kill them off. I-I didn't know back t-them, I w-was ca-areless and didn't notice that o-one of them was faking his d-death." He gulped, licking his dry lips as sweat rolled down. She stroked his trembling hands, soothing him and encouraging him to talk. It wasn't good to bottle them up, the frustration, the anger, the sadness would eventually kill him off. "B-but Daisuke d-did. H-he was always m-much more co-onsiderate of his s-surroundings, u-unlike me," He spat out, anger visible in his eyes, and self-disgust.

"Aniki, watch out!"

A shuddering breath was released, "B-before the Senju could i-impale me, D-Daisuke had t-taken the h-hit for me instead, k-knowing that he w-wouldn't be able to s-save me. H-he had p-pushed me away and g-got impaled by a g-giant spear." He looked at Shisui, eyes wide as if the event was replaying in his head. "I should have died! Not him! I! I! I!" Before he could fall on the ground, Shisui and her brothers were there to keep him steady. "I-I failed as a big b-brother. I'm w-worthless… I c-couldn't even save one o-of my siblings. He had to save me…" He whimpered nuzzling his face in her hair and inhaling her comforting smell, tropical and sweet.

Sachiko could only watch helplessly as Shisui comforted Madara. She knew if it weren't for her, she wouldn't be able to comfort him. Her hands dropped against her side, useless. She was a useless mother. Looking away, she continued packing, keeping her crying silent.

Shisui patted him, stroked him and whispered, "Don't you dare to blame yourself for this. Daisuke didn't sacrifice himself so you could hate yourself. He wanted you to live on, for your sake and his." He looked up, eyes wide, "You are living for two people now, for you and for Daisuke. Don't you dare to bring his sacrifice to shame." She said with gentle eyes, placing both her hands on his cheeks, "Live the life you have, for you and Daisuke-nii…"

Izuna placed a comforting hand on Madara and nodded, "Imouto is right. Honour Daisuke-nii's life."

"She is right, cherish him close to your heart." Tetsu added seriously, eyes never leaving Madara's.

Madara closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, "I'm sorry… You're right," He looked at all three of them, "All of you are." His eyes sparkles a bit, life seeping into the black orbs, "His sacrifice won't go to vain. I promise you that."

Shisui nodded, a weak smile on her face as she hugged him, her other two siblings joining her hug, "Kaa-san," She called softly, looking behind her, "You're not a useless mother…" Sachiko's eyes widened at that. How did she knew what she was feeling? "You're a gentle and caring mother. None of us blame you for anything. We love you." She emphasized the love part and her brothers nodded in agreement.

"Arigatou…" Sachiko whispered softly, the shine in her beautiful eyes returning, if even for a bit. She walked forwards and crouched down, engulfing them all in a motherly hug, one that no one could ever copy, not even with the famed Sharingan.


Time seemed to pass by as the four Uchiha spend their time training to their utmost best. After Sachiko had confessed that she had seen Shisui train, she had smiled to the panicking girl, easing her mind, "My father never allowed me to train, although that was my deepest wish. To fight and protect my siblings, that was my dream. I wanted to keep my precious people safe."

Shisui stared at her biological mother with wide eyes. She had never known her mother like to fight and had even utilized chakra, although weakly, she had used it. "One day father noticed me training and hit me until I couldn't walk for two months straight. Ever since then I had never used chakra again." She sighed tiredly, combing her daughter's beautiful long hair. She was sure by the time Shisui would grow up, boys from every nations would fall head over heels with her. "And ultimately that cost me my siblings life, something I vowed to protect." She breathed out, her hands shaking a bit.

"But I don't care if you train, in fact, I want you to train. Help your brother, Kami knows they will need all the help they can get." She tapped her lips, "Although I'm curious as to how you have this broad knowledge about chakra when you never learned anything about it?" She asked me curiously, stroking her daughter's hair.

Shisui chuckled warmly, "Kaa-san, that will stay a secret with me."

She froze, tension rising, "Don't t-tell me you h-have been m-meeting someo-" "What? No! Of course not!" Shisui interrupted her mother, turning around and looking at with the utmost sincerity.

"Alright…," Sachiko sighed in relief, "If it isn't that case then how?"

"Kaa-san, didn't you know curiosity killed the cat?"

Sachiko giggled but didn't reply on that instead she continued humming and stroking Shisui soft threads.


"Madara-nii, come back here!" Shisui screeched in annoyance, running after her brother. He was so lucky he was faster than her but with the help of chakra she gained on him and then proceed to jump on him. He fell on his face but he kept the scroll away from her, "No! You aren't supposed to catch me so fast! You used chakra!" He accused her, glaring at her.

Shisui puffed out her cheeks, "I don't care. Ninja's are tricky, they are no samurai, we use everything in our arsenal to get our objective, even if it meant using chakra."

"You're no fun." Madara replied, scroll still unreachable for Shisui's small limbs.

At the moment, Shisui along with her brothers, were playing 'Catch!' where they had to capture and take the scroll from an enemy. She wanted to play this game to up their strategic skills. Izuna was the most cunning between them all, Madara wasn't far behind but Tetsu, dear Kami, he sucked at this game. He practically showed himself to the 'enemy' and declared a fight till the death. Shisui had appeared from thin air and whacked him on his head, calling a stop. She had lectured him about the dangers of doing this while he was sulking, much to the amusement of Madara and Izuna.

They knew how she could get when she was dissatisfied.

"I don't care about fun! I want that scroll, give me!" Shisui had shouted, pinning one of his arms with her knees and tried to reach for the other one, to no avail. "Fine! Izuna-nii, Tetsu-nii, assemble my minions!"

Not even two seconds had passed and her brothers were standing there, arms crossed and glare firmly in place, "We're no minions of you."

"Don't get a bigger head of yourself." Tetsu added, scoffing.

Shisui grinned widely, "Oh dear brothers, I love you all so much~!" She sung enthusiastically. She looked down at Madara's face and smirked slyly, "Let's see if this will work on you." She moved her hands in a set of seals, remembering how this jutsu could defeat any strong shinobi, "Oiroke no Jutsu!" She had experimented with this jutsu ever since she had discovered Sandaime's obvious weakness: female nudity. Even Kakashi was a pervert at heart and then you had Jiraiya, who was the biggest pervert she had ever met.

Poof.

In the place of a small big black doe-eyed girl with a long ponytail was a beautiful curvy woman, smoke hiding her intimate areas, which made her even more wanted for the opposite gende- "Itai!" Shisui dispersed back into the same small child, wide eyes looking at her big brother and her other brothers.

Madara had fainted on spot, blood tickling down his nose. Izuna was hiding his nose, his eye brow twitching violently. Then she moved her eyes to Tetsu who looked ready to explode, "Imouto." She gulped, having an inkling of what was going to happen, "What did I say about this jutsu?"

"No to use- Itai! Stop i- Itai!" She glared venomously at him when he whacked her head twice. "I wanted that scroll and Madara-nii is a closet pervert s- Itai!" She rubbed her eyes, tears shimmering in her eyes. "Fine. I won't use it."

By the time Madara had woken up, he looked ready to kill Shisui. "Why you-?!" Izuna and Tetsu didn't help her this time, no matter how much she begged for help. Nope, they watched her evade giant fireballs and sharp kunai's.

Daisuke may be gone but he lived in all of them. From now till eternity.