I smiled as I placed the final piece of paperwork into the OUTBOX. The office was starting to become home now. I spent the larger portion of my day within the white painted walls of 'my husbands' office. I certainly made myself comfortable by ordering the reconstruction of the room. I had Jonathan and some remaining men in the village construct Bliz a cot to sleep on and a new desk. There was also a futon in the corner ready for me to pass out on and the windows let in far more light. By the time my husband finally came home his office was going to be a 'chick pad.'

I sat back in the oversized red leather chair and smiled at the clean table. "Done," I sighed. Blizzard was sleeping comfortably and I considered doing the same, but there was still so much work to get done. I need to write some letters, should probably check up on the women, oh and I really need to take a look at the renovated medic station.

Jonathan walked in with a large brown box, "I found it!" He cheered.

"What is it?" Please don't be paperwork!

He dropped the heavy box and pulled out stack after stack of papers that were stained with age and smelt of moth balls. By the time he was done unloading the work my INBOX was stacked half way to the ceiling. "The last 10 years of back work for Military supplies."

"Get out." I took my pen cup and threw it at his head.

He skillfully ducked and laughed sadistically, "You've done a lot this week. You've filed for new Medical supplies and organized the medical records and reformed our welfare system. I think you earned a break."

It was true I had been successful in my adventure to rebuild the clan so far, but I needed to build an economy before any of my work would be effective. How can we have Welfare and medical supplies without money? Somehow someway I needed to establish a working trade. "Jonathan is Thomas Jeri here yet?"

"Last I heard the scouts spotted him a half mile away. He'll be here soon."

He's my only hope. Hopefully he's still the chubby optimistic lover-boy that I know and love. I really need his kindness right now. "Good, could you send another letter to an old friend of mine? Oh and can you try and find me some licorice. I'd kill for something sweet right now."

He pulled out a pen and pad out of his pocket and waited for me to list my notations. "Alright, who and what do you need to be said?" He moved his black framed glasses up his nose and gave me an obedient kind smile.

"Send it to Lady Airi Hyuga and address it from my maiden name again. Ask her if she would mind my visitation."

He looked up in shock and certain disagreement over my plans. "You want to visit the Hyuga?"

"We're not enemies are we?"

"No but we're not allies."

Not surprised, the Uchiha have zero allies. What introverted loners they all are. "That's what I'm working on. We need more friends."

"The Uchiha doesn't make friends." He said stubbornly. Jonathan was a prime example of the capability of the Uchiha mind. They were all tenacious inflexible and single minded.

"No, no the Uchiha didn't make friends. They also didn't eat or have a roof over their heads. We can't afford to be shrinking violets any longer."

He puckered his lips in opposition but knew better than to question my authority. "Touche, my lady. I'll be back with your licorice later."

"Thank you my darling!"

Just as he left the room he stopped and greeted someone with a face of confusion. I couldn't see from where I was, but he appeared to be a stranger to these parts. They both exchanged muttered words that I couldn't over hear and then Jonathan turned around, "Oh, Jeri's here."

A headache suddenly took me over as he was announced. I could feel my heat beat fast. Calm down, it'll all be ok. "Send him in." I don't know what to do… I guess I'll wing it.

The chubby short hermit I once knew had blossomed into a scaling tower of muscled manliness. "Tommy!" I greeted. The young man walked in with a grand smile on his face. Bewilderment eased my nerves and got me laughing light-heartedly.

Thomas Jeri and I had shared a playground a multitude of times. My father always took me to the Jeri Farmlands when he visited John Jeri, the original owner. Since then, Tom's dad had passed away leaving his massive company in little Tommy's novice hands.

"Princess, it's so nice to see you again. I had heard rumors that you had disappeared? I am happy to see for myself that they were tall-tales." Jeri approached the long mahogany desk and I walked around to give my old friend the biggest hug I'd given anyone in months.

"Just between me and you, I'm not here and you never saw me. Actually, what are you doing here, Tommy?"

He gave me a coy wink, "Just passing through, Ma'am."

"That's what I like to hear, my friend!" Jeri had a very short buzz cut and dark blue eyes that could melt your heart. His farmers tan added to his charming ridged appeal. I knew the man was trying to look his nicest, although he wasn't up to prince levels of course. He wore a denim on denim suit with a tie that had pictures of cows all over with animations of spilled milk buckets. "Tommy I absolutely love your tie. Do you think I could have it?" I must see Madara wear this… cows…. Oh please, yes I must see!

"My apologies, Princess Belly. I'd sooner give up my livelihood than give up this tie. It's the luckiest tie in my tie drawer."

My face seizure for a moment as I tried to contemplate it. "Tie drawer… you're not supposed to put ties in a… oh Tommy, you're so silly." I gave my friend another grand hug just for old times' sake.

The young man wrapped his large bulky arms around me and squeezed the life out of me. "Not so hard, Tommy! You'll hurt the baby, when did you get so strong?" His biceps were the size of tree trunks and his body was as hard as a rock. I miss chubby Tommy.

He let go immediately, "Baby? I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were pregnant!" He bowed sincerely and gave my belly a curious look. "You don't look pregnant, Cow-Bells. Where's the baby …" It was true the baby wasn't showing yet but there was a tiny bump if you looked really hard. "-and your husband, where's the Daddy? Oh man, did you stir your butter in someone else's churn?" He took my shoulders in his large hands and stared at me with vast disappointment.

"Churn… butter?" I stared at him obliviously, butter… like …OH! "My husband is at 'work,' and yes it is his. You little nosy no body." I teased. "Please sit, I didn't drag you all the way here for a hug and gossip after all."

"Oh, I would have gladly walked all this way just for a hug from you, bell-on-the-cob. Who are you married to anyway?"

"Madara Uchiha."

He stopped mid strut and tapped his finger against his chin, "Hm, never heard of him." He shook it off carelessly. Hm, I thought everyone knew who Madara was. Looks like his ego precedes his reputation. As Tommy walked over to the office chairs I began to notice just how much larger he was than when we were children. He was heavier looking than Madara, and a bit taller too. His rippling muscles looked only a flex away from tearing the denim suit coat in half. When he sat down in the chair I almost thought the wood was going to give in. Farm work looks to be very intense.

"Tom-Tom, can you do me a big favor."

He fidgeted in the small chair, "You know I'd do anything for you, Bell'ers." Once he was finally situated in his seat he gave me another grand smile.

I put on the cutest face I could muster in my alarmed state. A lot ridded on this, and if it weren't for Tommy and I having a close relationship I wouldn't have a shot at pulling this off. "It's a really-really big favor."

"I'm sure it won't be a problem, bel-a-copter."

"Are you sure?"

"Spit it out!"

I twiddled my thumbs; it was a lot harder to beg than I thought it would be. "Well, as you probably saw on your way through town, the Uchiha are really hungry…"

"You're not very good at this, belly-bean."

"I know."

"How much do you need?"

"… half…"

His face dropped, "Half?"

I hung my head in shame, "Maybe over half, I have a lot of people to feed and the amount my father is sparing us isn't helping."

"Hell, Bell that's a lot. I mean I can't just give away over half of my crops, no matter how much I love you girl that puts a lot of my other clients in a pinch."

My head shot up, "Oh no, not for free! I was going to offer a trade."

My hillbilly friend puckered his lips in confusion, "Well what are we trading, bell-a-go-round."

"Labor for food, I have plenty of bulky soldiers in need of a good workout and honestly some of these women can get to work too. I'm sure you're itching for some tall broad workers."

Tommy thought on it for only half a second and nodded, "alright, deal. If you can get your people working for me I will give you 51% of the food share. I know your situation here isn't good Bell-in-a-bag, but I'd sure appreciate some money when you get this clan on its feet."

I stood up from my desk and held my hand out to my oldest and kindest friend, "You got yourself a deal, Tommy-rocket."

He took my hand in his and pulled it so I reached over the desk into a heart-felt hug, "I'm so glad you're ok, Isabelly and I can't wait to do business with you." He released me from our hug, "Actually I couldn't wait so I brought food already."

"Wait what?" He pointed out the window. I took a look with his optimistic gaze overshadowing me. As I gazed at the downtown street I saw a collection of horses towing carriages of everything I could possibly imagine. "You knew why I called for you this entire time?"

The gorgeous eyes melted my heart just a little more as they sparkled with dedication. "I wouldn't be a very good friend if I didn't know when my friends were in need."

"Oh…. Thank you so much. This means so much to not only me but these people." He knew and he still made me beg…. What a butt-head.

"Well you know how much it urks me to see hungry kids," He took his large farmer shovel and started digging up the past from my well cemented field of memories.

I thought back to when we first met and my smile fell to a solemn frown. "Yes I do, I definitely do Tom. You've always looked out for me."

"Well if I may, your grandest most supreme highness. I sure would like to think of myself as your big-brother."

"You may indeed carry that title." I nodded in agreement, that was a perfect description of who Tommy was to me. We seldom saw each other, but when we did it was as if we were siblings at heart. "Please have a safe journey home, I'll make sure to send you laborers within the next week."

He readjusted his glamorous denim suit coat over his shoulders and checked his shoe laces. "Until next time, Belopoly."

"Oh now you're just making things up, Tommy!"

"I'm sorry, I'm a farmer not a poet." Tommy made his way out the door and left me reminiscing over the grim past. I continued to look out the window at the children eating happily out of Tommy's caravan. As my old friend exited the building I saw him approach the children and pat one of them on the head. They all crowded around him and I could only imagine what kind of crazy things they were asking him. "Why is your hair a different color, do you have the Sharingan too?" Tommy was good to the kids and tossed a ball with them. I would have thought that him bringing it here was enough, but he even unloaded with the other men too.

Well if it wasn't Madara it would have been Tommy…. For sure.

As my good friend left with his horses I took notice to something peculiar about the children. There was a complete missing generation of children. Just as I was about to call for him Jonathan walked in with a green face. "Something wrong, Johnathan?"

He pointed his finger down his throat and gagged, "I'm homosexual, and that conversation was too gay for me."

"Oh shush, we have a long history. Anyway, I was going to call for you. These boys outside, I see children of all sorts below 6 years old but beyond that I only see girls. Where are the rest of the boys?"

"At war, of course."

"What, are you saying 7 year old boys are fighting and dying for this clan?!"

"Uh, yeah. That's how it's always been." He said it as if it were the silliest thing I had said.

I did what good mothers did and immediately thought of the consequences that this would have on my child. "No, no, no I am not growing a child for the slaughter. That is not happening. What does my husband have to say about this?" Madara would not let this go on, would he?

Jonathan adjusted his glasses and smiled macabre'ly "Well he lost four little brothers to war, so he's taking it how he normally would. 'if I have to suffer, they do too.'" He used a dark and cynical voice to mimic my husband.

"Well, no more suffering. We have enough men to have war, we don't need kids to sacrifice their childhoods and lives for this clan."

"Uh," Jonathan hesitated with a ridiculous expression. "I don't think you understand, Bella."

"Enough already, this child deserves better than what my husband and I had to endure." He or she does not deserve to feel the pain of hunger, poverty, or war. "No, I understand completely as a mother and a wife. I want those kids home, and I do not want them going back."

Jonathan submitted to my overwhelming will and sighed. "You're going to need to talk to your husband about that. That's not your authority. Plus, there is no way the elders are going to go for it."

Like they would ever give me consent for this. I knew if it was up to the elders nothing would ever get done, just as they have never been done. "I wasn't asking for advice, so why would I need the elders?"

"It's a courtesy of respect to get their blessing."

I sat at my desk and began to go over the backed up work. Really, we haven't bought new equipment for ten years? "It's happening one way or another, I don't care for their blessing. They can support me or remain silent."

"Wow." Jonathan said in complete awe.

"What." We still haven't paid back the blacksmith for the equipment we bought a decade ago…. Shoot me now.

"You're starting to sound like a dictator."

GOOD, this clan needs one! "It's called being a Mother." I scanned last year's war spoils report and the blood drained out of my face. According to the statistical data, the Uchiha took more liquor than anything else. This clan needs to be mothered to death.

"Are you ok, Bella?" Jonathan came to my side and brushed the hair over my shoulders. He sat on my desk and gave me the 'doctor' look. "You're sweating like a priest in a pre-school."

I gasped, "Jonathan that is so rude!" I knew it was my blood pressure, but Jonathan didn't and if the doctor couldn't diagnose you it wasn't true.

"Well?"

"Where's my licorice," I demanded to distract the man.

He shrugged, "I forgot it."

I dropped my jaw in an overdramatic sneer, "WELL GO GET IT!" I screeched at the man who nearly fell off the desk in horror.

"Right away, my liege!" He scurried out of the room like a cockroach in a bar.

I sat back in the chair and held my hand over my heart. It was racing and my headache was intensifying. I let out a deep breath, one step at a time. No need to get over worked. First the back-work, then I'll organize a working union.

Hana stared at me from across the tent with a smile on her face. "What?" I snapped.

She shrugged, "Nothing."

I was so sick of her shit, I'd kill her if it wasn't for the fact that she was actually a valuable doctor. "Either leave or find something to do. You're annoying me."

She rolled her eyes and strolled across the tent and sat on the table that I was using as a desk. I had been looking over data we had collected from the Senju during the last fight before she interrupted me with her repugnant presence. "I think I found something to do." She stated as she reached toward my pant line.

I grabbed her wrist and bent it back earning a whinny scream of pain. "Fuck off. I'm trying to work."

She sulked, "is this how you treat your wife?" Hearing her talk about my wife, again, provoked something inside me to snap. She screamed as I whipped the back of my hand across her face. "Don't talk about my fucking wife, you dirty whore."

Hana's face grew dark and pinched into an angry sneer, "I'm your dirty whore though, right? Say I leave this tent and go fuck someone else, what would you have to say to that."

"I feel sorry for him."

"Fuck you, Madara. I know you love me. That's why you always come back to me!"

I dropped the files in my hand on to the table and for the first time in a long time I laughed long and hard. My chest shook with fervor, "Y-You?" Tears were coming to my eyes. "That's a good one, Hana. I love two things, my wife and my clan. Now get the fuck out of here before I throw your ass out."

She gasped and her face turned bright red. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Just last week everyone's talking about how you proclaimed before man and God that you didn't give two shits about your wife- not to mention the fact that you've been fucking me for a month now. You love her? You're sincerely confused! And if you love this clan you wouldn't have brought that fake bitch home!" I stood up from my seat and walked casually over to the tall Uchiha woman. She postulated her back and titled her head high as if to challenge me. "If you need to hit me and fuck me to feel like a man do it, but you are not a man in my eyes. You're a pathetic loser."

I didn't think twice before I grabbed Hana by the hair and threw her on the table causing my papers to fly. She braced herself, but I was on her in an instant. "A pathetic loser, huh? You say I'm confused and that there's something wrong with me." I grabbed her throat and held her down. "I think you're confused who I am. I'm Madara fucking Uchiha and I can do whatever and say whatever the fuck I want. I hate my wife yesterday, that's not your business; I love her today? Still not your fucking business, Bitch. I don't lose to anyone and I'm in charge of the strongest clan the Shinobi world has. I think there's something wrong with anyone who tempts me, so tell me Hana what's wrong with you?"

She gasped for air as I choked her. I reached under her skirt and pulled down her underwear as she kicked and screamed. "Stop!"

"Let me show you what a fucking whore you are. You mean nothing to me, you're just a stupid toy." She started to whimper and cry under my grasp.

God, I hate it when women cry. The rage in my system slipped away and I took a moment to let my blood cool. I released her and she gasped for breath. She pulled her panties up and left without another word. Finally, I silenced the bitch.

I sat back in my chair and reorganized my papers. I began to dream of an undo button, a magical devise that could erase your mistakes and give you a second chance. Every man deserves an undo button, it's not fair that woman have their shit together on the first try and we're stuck in the past trying to fix yesterday's mistakes. "I shouldn't have done this, any of it."

"KILL ME OR BE WITH ME!" I recalled screaming at my wife. It was basically my proposal to her. I had begged her to be with me and then I threw her away for something wet to stick my dick in.

One side of me didn't care, I had seen my Dad and other Uchiha men cheat on their wives so often that it felt normal to do it. The other side knew though that Izuna was right. She's not a normal woman and you don't cheat on someone like her. She'll never trust me again.

With a firm and clear mind I decided to end my affair with Hana. She wasn't worth another moment of my time anyway. She was an annoying stupid woman and most of all she was weak.

"Ro, get your ass in here!" I shouted through the tent, my most effective form of communication. I needed to find some way to get my mind off of everything.

"Yes, my lord?" Ro entered the tent.

"What's the causalities?"

"We're approaching 1/5th sir."

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY, ONE FUCKING FIFTH? HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN? ARE MY MEN TRIPPING ON THEIR SWORDS OUT THERE?"

Ro's eyes nearly popped out of his head as I released every ounce of tension I had been holding back for the past month. "N-N-No, sir."

We should retreat, but what kind of leader would I be if I did that? … A leader with an army left… "Get the fuck out and get my brother in here."

Ro hesitated, "B-But, Sir."

"WHAT?!"

He hung his head low, apologetically. "H-He said he doesn't want to see you for the duration of the war."

I pounded my fist down upon the table earning a cracking noise to sound. "Get his pansy ass in here or I'll add you to the fucking 1/5th."

"Yes, my lord." He ran quickly out feeling relieved to be out of my line of fire.

Fucking doesn't want to see me, fucking bull shit. I shouldn't want to see him, he's the one who wants to fuck my wife. What the fucking fuck, just what the fuck!

Izuna walked into the tent with a grim frown on his face, "what do you want?"

"I fucking raised you and watched everything that went in your mouth, Izuna. So you can't tell me that it's paint chips that made you retarded. So tell me, why the fuck are you acting like A FUCKING IDIOT!"

He rolled his eyes and turned away from me, "if that was all, I'm going."

"THAT WASN'T FUCKING ALL! Someone needs to tell me why I'm losing all my men, and you're fucking captain. SO WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?!"

"Well, while you were fucking your whores the men hadn't a plan to go on so they just winged it… and failed."

"WHO THE FUCK WINGS A BATTLE!"

"The Uchiha, but they don't do it very well."

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" I rested my elbows on the table and lowered my head into my hands. What the fuck, what do I do now? Even if we win this battle I'm still only bringing home 4/5ths of my men.

Izuna sat across the table from me and smiled at my coyly. "Just give it up Madara, you're a sucky leader and pretending to be an asshole husband. How about you just be a sucky leader and stop pretending?"

"I'm not pretending shit, get the fuck out of here." I slammed my fist down on the table earning another crack. I rose my head from my hands and saw the cocky little smile on his stupid face. He's my brother, I can't kill him.

"Well how about you release some of that tension on Hana, instead of taking it out on everyone else in the camp?"

"I ended that affair, she irritates me." Probably could have ended that better, but to hell with it all, she's a whore; all I did was treat her how she deserves.

Izuna sighed, "I see, so on to the next whore. Penny's looking hot today, go hit her up."

"Are you encouraging me to cheat on my wife now?"

"No, but say you find Penny more interesting than Bella… than we both win!"

This prick…. is still trying to take my fucking woman? "I already told you you're not getting my wife, and no woman is going to win in a competition against her."

With disappointment in his eye he relaxed back in his seat and pouted like a child. "So, why are you fucking around if she's the best?"

I threw the paper work that was on the table to the side. This conversation was starting to irritate me now. "I guess it was the 2 month itch."

He gave me a dead pan stare as if someone had turned off the lights upstairs. "The phrase is the 'seven year itch.'"

"It was two months in my case."

"You're pathetic."

"Not the first time I was called that… today."

Izuna smothered his face with his hand and rubbed his eyes as if he were tired (of my shit.) "Maybe you should just… stop being a sucky husband."

"She's going to leave me anyway so why should I?"

"You don't know that."

"You sure as hell did the other day!"

He waved it off with a nonchalant smiles, as if it were old news. "I was just saying that because I was hoping you'd give me her. Can't blame me for trying."

"Watch me," I snarled.

"Oh I'm watching, and it's painful." Izuna was always full of jokes. Somehow he always found a way to make light of a situation no matter how dark it was. I hated him for that, I wanted to be in the dark and his happiness was an eyes sore.

"So what should I do?" Kid acts like a know-it-all, might as well put his all knowing brain to use.

He shrugged, "Honestly, retreat."

"Other than that."

"Sorry, the dial only spins once and that's what you landed on. Retreat and be a coward or have your men get killed and be stupid."

I cranked my head back in frustration. I couldn't settle for either, I needed to find a third option "Is there like a middle area."

"You wanna be a stupid coward?"

"Nevermind get out of my face." Before Izuna had the chance to fuck off I was rudely interrupted.

Blade approached the entrance of the tent and distracted me from my brother. He was sweaty which meant he had just come from home. "Sir I have a message for you."

"From who."

"Your wife sir."

Not now, I'm not in the proper mental state to deal with her right now. "What does she want."

"She wants to know if she can-"

"-Yes."

"But sir you should really hear the rest of the message."

"I heard enough. Give her whatever she wants."

He hesitated and gripped the scroll to himself unsure of what to do. He appeared to be in a moral dilemma. "…alright, sir." He said and bolted back home to give my wife my approval.

"And so it begins." Izuna laughed

"What?"

"The guilt, oh and it's going to crush you like an itty-bitty bug."

"Fuck off, Izuna. I'm not guilty. It's over and done with, we all make stupid mistakes." I reasoned, I'm far more innocent than the other men. They have sex with woman with diseases, at least I know Hana takes care of herself.

"But you made the same stupid mistake, a lot. Like when I say a lot, you did it a lot."

"I did what I did, I can't change it, so I'll I stand by it." I had to be a man about it. There was no running away from the past I just had to embrace it. I still believe what I said before. It's not the end of the fucking world I've done a lot more good for her than bad; she'll get over it.

"But will she stand by you."

"Didn't I tell you to GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE?!" I crashed my fist down on the table this time earning a grand crash as it split in two. "AND GET ME ANOTHER TABLE, DAMNIT!"

My brother and I bowed before the Wind Daimyo. "I'd be lying if I said I was expecting you." My brother said smoothly. It was quite the occasion when a King entered the battlefields.

The elder man smiled at us and stroked his long grey beard. "Hashirma, Tobirama, it's good to see you two. Did you get my message?"

My brother nodded, "I did. I ordered a stalemate for the time being, as you directed. Although, you didn't mention that you would be meeting us in the mean time?"

He nodded, "yes, I did that for precaution. We wouldn't want the Uchiha knowing that I was coming in the unlikely event that the messenger was intercepted."

My brother smiled cooly, "Of course." Although, it was unnerving to have an uninvited guest in our camp, but we weren't exactly able to decline the King hospitality.

"I must ask that we have the utmost privacy at this moment." He looked at me.

Hashirma took ahold of my shoulder and gave me a friendly shake. "My brother is my second in command, it's pertinent that he knows everything that I do." Get your fucking hands off of me. Idiot.

The Daimyo looked frustrated but resolved. "Fine, make sure we are alone in the area. No one can hear."

Hashirama looked to me and I nodded, "There's no one within an ear shot."

The Daimyo sighed and gestured for the person waiting outside of the tent to come in. "Carla, my darling."

My jaw dropped as I saw a woman dressed in a modest disguise walked in the room. She appeared to be someone I associated as an 'enemy.' "You're the Fire Daimyo's wife… what is going on?" My brother's brow furrowed.

She laughed deeply, as if to make fun of us. "Are you saying you've been fighting a war and you don't even know the reason why?"

My brother was lost for words so I filled in as his stead. I had plenty of questions as to why the enemy was in my camp. "I thought we knew why, I thought it was over a discrepancy over the Prince Haji of Wind and Princess Beniko of Fire."

Carla nodded, slightly confused herself. "Yes, that's true, but there's so much more. I thought you told them about all this?" She looked to the short bearded man.

He shrugged. "I did, kind of. I've been busy."

She grimaced bitterly. She didn't appear to be very forgiving towards laziness. "That explains the confused response to my letter. Oh, and thank you for getting back to me so soon. I really appreciate your cooperation in dealing with my eye sore." You mean your daughter, you loveless hag.

My brother sat down at his desk and sighed. He asked the most straightforward request that he could. "What is going on?"

The Daimyo gladly took a seat in front of my brothers desk but Carla and I stayed standing. She started off, "From the beginning I suppose, since Lord Akiro didn't tell you. For all the world knows, we are fighting because Prince Haji is missing and was last seen at the Fire Lords palace. In truth, Akrio and I have been conspiring with one another to start this war. We know exactly where Beniko and Haji are."

"Where?" I asked curiously.

She frowned deeply, furiously. "Dead, they were found under the tulip beds in the Fire Palace gardens."

I investigated further. "Do you know who-"

"Madara Uchiha killed them."

My brother who had a ridiculous but deep relationship with the man sat with utter doubt on his face. "Why, he would never-?"

"He did, he was the only Shinobi on my property and they were killed by a skilled fighter. Their wounds were made with a 30 inch sword that was approximately 2 inches wide."

I looked to my brother who looked down in shame. "That's an Uchiha blade." He confessed.

"Exactly."

"But why would he-"

"He knew Isabella was going to be executed and that my husband would do anything to protect her. He tried marrying her off to Haji, but he fell in love with Beniko. When Madara found out he used it to his advantage and killed them. Afterwards he convinced my husband into thinking they 'eloped.' Seeing all corners were blocked he dragged my husband into a proposal to take her and protect her from the law in exchange for resources."

This whole story is ridiculous. She has to be making this up. "Law, executed, why would Isabella Shijimi be on the executioners block?"

Carla rolled her eyes at my question. Cunt. ."She killed her real mom."

Hashirama's jaw dropped and I held back an almost hysterical laugh. This gets more unbelievable by the second. My elder brother shook the amazement off his face, "You mean you're not-"

"God no, we just said that for face's sake." She said it so naturally that I knew it had to be true. Who else would so easily want her 'daughter' killed. "She's a God damn bastard and she killed her mother with Nin-jutsu. I saw her do it. She electrocuted her and made her beg for her life. She's a savage little bitch and justice must prevail." You just want revenge bitch, God I wish I could say half the shit in my head.

My brother looked to be on the same page as I. "Why are you so concerned for justice."

Carla riled herself up and stomped her foot on the ground like a spoiled brat. "She needs to die, she led to my Beniko's death and the failure of my marriage. I know she's at the Uchiha's because I've seen caravans being sent their filled with supplies and he's been sending letters to her by hawk."

As much as I wanted to feel for Carla and the Wind Daimyo's pain, I just couldn't. They were self-righteous and liars. They got the Senju mixed in a pot of crazy and had our men killed just for their pitiful games. "So you covered up the reason for this war so he couldn't warn her."

She smiled, I'd love to smack that grin off your face. Some days I wish I didn't have such high expectations for myself. "Exactly, the Uchiha are weakened and vulnerable now do to this war. You have your opening so as soon as you finish the war find her and bring me her God damn head. If you do that you'll be compensated and further work will be ready for you."

My brother's brow lowered even lower. "Further work?"

The vengeful mother grinded her teeth in fury, "Next I want every fucking Uchiha killed, starting with Madara."

"This doesn't sit right with me." My moral conscious brother shook his head.

The Daimyo spoke up for the first time and stood beside his ally. Mistress more like. You can't tell me they aren't fucking around. "Does it matter, you're a Shinobi not a Monk. Morality shouldn't matter. Our children were killed by this man in cold blood, I want things resolved."

Hashirama nodded, "I see we don't really have a choice."

"I'm glad we're all on the same page." Carla curtsied and exited the tent with as much grace as a bull in a china shop. Bitch.

Hashirama sighed and leaned back in his chair, "Man what are we going to do."

I rolled my eyes, "Your the leader."

He sighed, "I guess we'll wing it." You're an idiot. He looked at the tent door that the Daimyo and his 'ally' had left through. "I can't say I like her." Hashirama confessed as politely as possible.

"I fucking hate that bitch. Let's just get this over with. I never thought there would be someone who would take the fun out of killing Uchihas."

"Hm… Tobirama, have you ever noticed. The Wind Daimyo kinda looks like a wizard."

"Shut up, you idiot." He kinda does… Damnit my brother is infecting me with his stupidity.

A/N: I hope you like the story; we still have a long way to go yet.

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