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The two Uchiha brothers sat at the low table in the center of their living room as they browsed through the dozens of scrolls, all different colors and sizes, that were neatly arranged along the tabletop. The only sounds that filled the air was the sound of scrolls sliding open and the occasional crackle from the hearth which burned hotly in the heart of the winter season.
The Uchiha clan holdings were far south enough that they didn't receive as much snow as the lands further north did. With the year now winding down into the coldest winter months, however, a soft blanket of snow now covered their lands.
"Hmm. An assassination mission. The sister and son of a merchant were killed by a member of a minor clan during a trade gone awry and she wants retribution," Izuna summarized, his eyes flicking across the mission scroll rolled open on the table in front of him.
"A tragedy we can rectify. Katsurou and Katsumi would be suited for the task. They've been complaining about being given easy missions while they recovered from the poisoning," Madara replied, his own eyes gliding across the scroll in his own hands.
"It has been three months now," the younger Uchiha pointed out with a quirk of his lip, glancing up at Madara in amusement.
The elder nearly rolled his eyes at his brother before returning to reading through the scroll in his hands. The silence continued for a long moment before his eyebrow rose in surprise at what he read on this particular mission request.
"Interesting. A robbery. Someone is interested in the Nakano's family gold stores," Madara summarized in amusement.
Izuna huffed out a laugh, looking to his brother in disbelief. "Truly? Someone didn't do their research. How much are they offering?"
"A fraction of what the Nakano paid us for the last bodyguard mission."
"Hm. Shall we inform Lady Nozomi and see how much she will offer for retribution then?"
The corner of Madara's lip quirked up as he closed the scroll and set it off to the side.
"I believe so. It will reinforce the alliance and her appreciate should bring in a fair amount of-" the elder Uchiha began before a faint tremor ran through their home, cutting off his speech.
The brothers shared an alarmed look before shooting to their feet, abandoning the piles of mission scrolls in favor of locating their weapons. The tremor may have felt far off but they recognized the sensation of the ground shaking even after so many months of having not felt it.
Sakura was battling someone.
Choosing to not waste time donning their armor, they deigned to simply grab their weapons and bolt out the door.
Since both of them wore their leisure clothes, only Izuna could store his katana in the sash wrapped around his waist. Madara on the other hand, who grabbed only his gunbai and left the kama behind, had nothing to secure it to his body. He held it in his hand as they ran, holding it at an angle so the wind resistance didn't slow him down.
Due to honing his sensory skills for so many years, Madara easy located Sakura battling some incredibly fast chakra signature in the forest. As they sprinted through the snow covered trees, their feet leaving nary a mark on the pristine white powder that coated the thick branches, Madara felt anxiety well within him.
Not only was Sakura, their medic and a woman he considered to be a good friend, fighting some unknown foe but none of the scouts patrolling the forest surrounding their village had noticed. Or, worse yet, they had deemed it unimportant enough to not inform him or help her.
The thought of the soldiers he had entrusted with the safety of his home betraying him or Sakura transformed the feelings of worry clenching his heart into rage that had his mangekyo sharingan spinning to life.
Had they abandoned her to die at the hands of some strange shinobi? Did they want her to be killed because of lingering distrust of her as an outsider?
If so, they would be punished harshly.
Another tremor rattled the ground, this time much harsher than the last and followed by a distinct, yet distant, battle cry. The shockwave was so fierce here that trees trembled at their roots and shook free bundles of fine white snow from their branches.
The brothers shared an alarmed look before darting towards the sound of Sakura's cry, Izuna drawing his katana mid leap with the decisive sound of metal on metal. When they arrived in a new clearing in the forest, created by their medic's superhuman strength, Madara's mangekyo sharingan took in the environment with lightning fast speed.
Trees were snapped at their bases, jagged splinters displaying how roughly they had been toppled. The snowy ground had been upheaved, brown and white mixed haphazardly, in a way that brought back memories of the first time he had seen her in all of her glory.
As his eyes shot across the field, he finally caught sight of her and his breath caught in his chest. Just as it had when he first saw her, time slowed down for an instant to allow him to take her all in.
Sakura wore an expression of focus and fury, her eyebrows furrowed in rage and her lips pulled back over her teeth in a semblance of a snarl. She carried an uprooted tree in her arms and was in the middle of a downward swing, preparing to crush whatever was beneath her with the most unusual weapon he had ever seen utilized.
Forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the goddess of war before him, his gaze fell upon her opponent.
Madara nearly sighed in disappointment in himself when he realized that Sakura wasn't fighting some unknown shinobi or some dangerous foe intent on taking her life. His mangekyo sharingan immediately morphed to his regular sharingan before his bloodline trait returned to inactivity.
The scouts who patrolled the forest hadn't abandoned her to death. Instead, Sakura was sparring, albeit with a ruthlessness he had only witnessed when he sparred with his brother, with her panther summon Kuro.
In his concern for her, he hadn't examined Kuro's chakra signature closely enough to realize that Sakura hadn't been in any danger at all. He had simply felt the tremor, sensed that she was battling someone in the forest, and leapt to his own conclusions in his worry for her.
And here he was, standing in his house clothes in the gods awful snow, watching as Sakura apparently tried her damndest to smash her feline companion with a fir.
He felt like a fool.
"I always wanted to see her actually fighting someone," Izuna commented next to him as he sheathed his katana, watching with interest as the lightning fast panther effortlessly dodged Sakura's undoubtedly lethal strike. The ground trembled with the force of her swing, rattling them both down to their bones.
His little brother turned to give him a knowing look, one eyebrow quirked up in a taunting manner.
He knew.
Madara huffed in response, his breath forming a cloud in the frigid air, and rested his gunbai on the tree branch with more force than necessary. The action dislodged a sheet of snow from the limb which hit the ground with a soft thump.
At the sound of Izuna's voice, Sakura halted her attacks on the panther to gaze up at the Uchiha brothers perched in the canopy above them. Kuro, who also stood down, greeted the two with a silent nod.
Sakura, whose face had betrayed her fight just a moment previously and who still panted with exertion from her spar, gave them both an easy, warm smile. Madara felt his heart quicken in response and couldn't stop his returning grin.
"I thought we spoke about not demolishing the landscape?" Madara teased, leaning against his gunbai as he gazed down at the kunoichi still holding the tree in his arms.
She smirked in response, dropping the tree onto the forest floor with a dull boom so she could perch her fists on her hips. "I seem to remember our agreement was that I wouldn't destroy the training fields. I figured that the forest wouldn't be a problem."
The elder clan head laughed in response to her catty remark. "If you're so set on destruction, perhaps you would like to dance with us?"
The kunoichi's mouth came open as if to speak but she struggled for the words for a moment.
"I have wanted to spar with you ever since I saw the destruction you left behind at the Nakano's holdings," Izuna agreed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Perhaps you should. It would be beneficial to fight those of your own kind," Kuro commented, drawing Sakura's attention away from the two Uchiha.
"You're just mad because I almost crushed you with that tree," she taunted.
Kuro's eyes narrowed as he released a disgruntled growl. "You missed me by a considerable margin."
Sakura laughed at her grouchy partner before giving him a good natured smile indicating that she was only teasing. As the panther went about grooming his paws and righting the fur mussed by the battle, the medic turned to face Madara and Izuna.
"Would you guys really be up for that?" Sakura began before coyly continuing, "I'm not sure I'd be much of a challenge compared to you two..."
"Your attempts at being humble won't work on us, Sakura," Izuna returned.
"Neither of you even have your armor on," she added, eyeing their leisure clothes.
"Coming from the woman wearing a kimono," Madara replied with a smirk, gesturing towards her with his gunbai.
Sakura laughed at that, her amusement sounding like tinkling bells to the elder Uchiha's ears. "Very true."
"Are you ready then?" she continued as she fell into a defensive crouch, her eyes narrowing in challenge even as her smile remained.
Izuna drew his katana once again with a playful grin as Madara readied his gunbai.
"Whenever you are," the elder Uchiha purred, thrilled to finally face the kunoichi in combat after months of curiosity.
After all, she had taken his favorite phrase and integrated it into her entire fighting style. Every strike she made was an armour-sleeved single hit, a one hit kill.
Sakura was well aware of her skill in battle. She was easily jonin level and had the vita to prove it. She had taken down Sasori of the Red Sand (albeit with vital assistance from Chiyo), she had killed one of Pain's giant centipede summons with one strike, she had easily dispatched two separate clans during their battle royale when she first appeared in the past, she had defeated members of the Fuma clan during two individual ambushes, she had thwarted numerous attempts on her merchant clients' lives during her stints as a caravan guard, and she had single-handedly taken on a strike force of fourteen Senju.
She was well aware of her capabilities.
She was also, however, well aware of the skill levels of her sparring partners. While she knew that she had been outclassed by the two Uchiha, she had no idea it was by such a wide margin.
The brothers had been testing her more than anything else during their fight while she had been trying her damndest, chakra powered strikes and all, just to land a solid hit. Every strike she made was neatly dodged, the only thing to make contact with her opponents being the shockwaves in the air and the earth from her attacks. If she could land just one hit, it would be over, but they were both just too damn fast.
And of course that damn Kuro had stayed out of the fight in its entirety, deigning to instead watch with an amused glint in his eyes as she tried her damndest just to catch even one of the infuriating brothers.
The only thing that brought her any comfort was the fact that she had been able to evade the blows they tried to hit her with, dodging having been the first skill she learned as a medical ninja. More than that, it was obvious they were avoiding getting too close to her, the two knowing to stay out of her immediate reach lest they contend with one of her augmented strikes.
Even with her pride in having avoided all of their attacks, the battle had degraded into an infuriating game of cat and mouse that left her wanting to tear her hair out.
Sakura had landed one hit in the entirety of their fight and she was positive that Madara had allowed it. He had blocked her chakra fueled punch with his gunbai and the damn thing hadn't even cracked. While she had skidded him back a few dozen feet, she had been so baffled by the fact his weapon hadn't been damaged at all that he had gotten off a fire jutsu into the trees above her. The snow in the treetops above her had melted when the flames touched them and had absolutely soaked her to the bone with hot water.
Both brothers had laughed mirthfully at her soaking wet form and, in her fury, she had slammed her foot into the ground and created a crater which spanned a hundred feet.
Seeing Izuna's arms windmill around to find his balance in the explosion of snow and rock had been amusing until the elder Uchiha had snuck up behind her in the chaos. At a speed she couldn't react to, he had plucked one of her kunai from the obi around her waist and loosely held it to her throat, signifying his win.
Sakura glared at him with all she was worth as he dropped his chin over the edge of her shoulder so he could grin down at her. She was panting, dragging air into her lungs like her life depended on it, and he hadn't even broken a sweat. She had gotten a grueling workout just chasing down the elusive brothers and demolishing a portion of the forest and they weren't even winded.
"I hate you both," Sakura grumbled, angrily crossing her arms across her soaking wet middle.
Madara simply chuckled next to her ear, the sound making her heart rate ramp up even further, as he removed the kunai from her neck and stepped around to face her. Still smirking, he handed her her kunai handle first and she plucked it from his hand, depositing it back into her obi with a huff.
Sakura had heard stories of their, or at least Madara's, prowess in battle but this was just ridiculous. She hadn't even gotten to see them at their full capacity, the brothers relying almost entirely on their speed during their maddening game, and she could only imagine how powerful they both must truly be.
She realized that she shouldn't be too surprised. Madara would one day go on to be one of the founders of Konoha and both of them were the clan heads of one of the strongest clans in the world at the time.
"What is that thing even made of?" Sakura demanded, her face the picture of disgruntlement, as she jabbed a finger at the gunbai in Madara's hands.
The elder Uchiha just smirked at her again before tapping on the decidedly wooden sounding weapon. "Oh, this? Nothing special."
She just leveled him with a flat stare, beginning to shiver as the hot water she had been soaked with rapidly cooled off in the winter air. Just as Sakura had been about to demand to know how his weapon had survived her strike, Izuna leapt down from one of the toppled oaks to stand at her side.
"Wow, Sakura, I'm impressed," he complimented with a grin, drawing a wry stare from her.
"With what? I didn't even hit either of you, besides Madara blocking my punch with his nothing special gunbai," she replied, shooting a glare towards Madara.
"That's just because you're not as fast as us. If you work on your speed, you'll give us a run for our ryo in no time," the young clan head explained before his expression became sheepish, "You're, ah... actually kind of a frightening."
"Sure, sure," Sakura grumbled in response, tightening her arms around her middle as another shiver ran through her.
"We should get back to the village before you freeze over," the elder Uchiha commented, watching as she shivered.
"No thanks to you!" she immediately yelled back, pointing an accusing finger at the man who used a fire jutsu to dump a canopy of snow worth of water on her.
Madara didn't even have the decency to look ashamed, instead laughing outright and gesturing towards the direction of the village in a way that said 'ladies first'.
Sakura grumbled to herself before taking off into the trees, a silently amused Kuro following and the Uchiha brothers trailing behind with barely restrained chuckles.
Frozen to her core, Sakura decided that today would be the day that she would finally take advantage of the Uchiha's onsen. The thought of a hot soak, while wearing a kimono that was now iced over, sounded like bliss.
She stopped by her house briefly to check to see if she had any patients and to gather supplies for her bath. Finding no patients, she collected a change of clothes and a bag she filled with her soaps, a small tub, a towel, and a washcloth. While she gathered her supplies, Kuro quietly excused himself, returning to his own world.
When she arrived at the onsen, she happily entered into the women's changing room, passing through the hanging red curtain and into an already warm room lined with cubbies. She tucked her fresh set of clothes into a basket before stripping off her icy kimono and stowing it away.
Grabbing her bag of toiletries, she strode into the showers and made quick work of washing away all of the grime and adjusting her frozen skin to the hot water. Once done, she gathered her toiletries back into her bag to set aside and rinsed her stool. Grabbing the small towel she had brought to maintain her modesty in front of the Uchiha women, she held it to her front and headed into the bathing area...
Only to freeze in her tracks.
Sakura's disbelieving gaze flitted across the large bathing area, taking note of the multiple baths set out. One was shallow, more than likely for the children of the clan. Another was larger and put off no steam and was assumedly the cold bath, a bath designed to allow people to reset their body temperature. The final, however, was the deepest and was not only the one putting off steam but was the one she sought.
And also one that already had two guests which were decidedly not of the female sex and were decidedly two people she had not wanted to interact with in such a personal setting.
Sakura realized with no small amount of horror that the onsen was indeed mixed bathing and nearly slapped herself for not realizing it earlier. Of course it was... This was a clan's onsen, not a public one. Everyone was family here so no one had to worry about peeping toms like that pervert Jiraiya.
The only reason she didn't immediately turn back into the changing rooms was because she refused to be frightened away from an undoubtedly blissful soak in the steaming hot water by the two infuriating Uchiha clan heads. She would be damned before either of the brothers thought she was a coward or ashamed.
She strode up to the steaming pool of water with purpose and locked eyes with the two men already chest deep in the water, her face on fire. The two Uchiha brothers stared right back, both of their expressions ones of amusement.
Madara looked completely relaxed as he leaned back against the edge of the pool. His wild hair was pulled up into a high ponytail which revealed his neck and his muscled shoulders. Izuna looked to be close to sleep with nearly the entirety of his body submerged, his head tilted back against the rim of the pool and his towel draped over his forehead. His equally long hair was tied in a loose bun on the top of his head, a few stray hairs sticking to his heated skin.
"So... Mixed bathing, huh?" Sakura commented in a tone higher than normal, her hand keeping a death grip on the towel that suddenly felt far too thin and far too small.
"We are a clan, after all," Madara commented with a lazy smirk, adjusting the high ponytail he had thrown his hair into so it stayed out of the water.
"Have you never been in a mixed bath before?" Izuna questioned curiously as his eyes slid shut in relaxation.
"When I was a child, yes. My village had a problem with peeping toms though, so most baths were separated," she explained, giving the men a pointed stare, "Speaking of…"
The two, polite enough to give the only non-Uchiha in the village her privacy, looked away. Sakura stripped off her towel, laying it on the rim of the bath, before dipping her feet into the steaming water. She shivered in pleasure, the heated water already working on the tense muscles in her legs, before sinking into the water completely.
She should have been embarrassed by the sound of delight she made as she finally submerged in the pool but couldn't find it in her to care. Even with her unwanted audience, the euphoria from finally taking a hot bath after what felt like years made her indifferent.
"Safe to look now," Sakura hummed in satisfaction, reaching back to fold her towel into a small square which she perched on the top of her head.
When the men's wide eyed gazes returned to her, their cheeks were painted with furious blushes. She thought she caught sight of Madara's eyes glancing down at what little skin of hers that wasn't hidden by the water but played it off as the steam playing tricks on her eyes.
The elder Uchiha cleared his throat.
"First time here, I'm assuming?" Madara commented, as she leaned back to rest comfortably against the rim of the pool.
"Hmm? Oh, yes. I just never got around to it with how busy I've been," Sakura replied before glowering at Madara, "I guess it just felt like the right time after nearly freezing to death in the woods."
He chuckled at her and Sakura nearly dunked her face into the steaming water to hide the blush on her cheeks, instead deigning to look away from the Uchiha. She should have just bathed at home. At least then she could have avoided this entire embarrassing situation...
"You would have been fine. You are our medic after all. You can fix anything," Izuna replied, stretching out his notably well muscled arms before dunking them back underneath the water with a contented sigh.
"I may be good at what I do but I'm not a goddess. I can't fix everything," Sakura informed with furrowed eyebrows, concerned that they thought she could fix anything.
"I'll believe it when I see it," the younger Uchiha hummed in response, closing his eyes once again as he relaxed.
"I truly hope you never see it. That means I will have lost someone and I haven't lost a patient since…" Her gaze dropped down to the water as her expression became distant, her thoughts returning to the mother who had lost her baby. "Since a patient in one of the merchant cities."
"What happened?" Madara questioned curiously, appearing surprised that Sakura had ever lost a patient.
"I…" the medic started before memories of the grieving woman, clutching the bundle containing her dead, newborn son to her chest, surfaced, swelling her throat and cutting off her words. "I'd rather not talk about it."
The two brothers frowned, Izuna's eyes opening to regard the kunoichi with a piteous expression.
"That bad?" the younger Uchiha questioned softly, taking in Sakura's sullen expression.
"It was one of the saddest moments of my life, if that puts it into perspective. But that's all I want to say about that…" Sakura muttered in response, sinking half of her face into the water miserably.
The three soaked in the steaming waters for a few minutes, the silence becoming more and more uncomfortable. It was the young clan head who broke the tense moment by reaching out beneath the water to kick Sakura's knee with his bare foot.
Sakura yelped in shock, the waters making a harsh wave as she shot across the steaming pool and into the corner. Her hands leapt up to her chest to conceal herself in the shifting waters.
"What the hell was that for?!" she squeaked, a hot blush spreading across her cheeks at having been touched while naked in the pool.
"Stop being so sullen! I wouldn't doubt that you're the best medic in the world. The patient that you lost must have been called back to the afterlife by the gods themselves if you were unable to save them," Izuna asserted fiercely as he finally sat up, leveling her with a determined stare.
Sakura glared back for a moment, torn between fury at having been startled by him kicking her and being touched by his comforting words.
"Not only have you healed your own undoubtedly fatal wounds, but you saved the lives of the Nakano family guards as well as a dozen members of my family. If you lost a patient, then obviously there was nothing that could have been done," Madara added resolutely, folding his arms across his chest.
The medic stared at the two for a long moment, not having expected their comfort and compliments. She huffed lightly, finally leaning back against the corner of the pool and looking down at the waters.
"Well… Thank you…" she muttered, blushing demurely as she glanced back over to the brothers.
Izuna, satisfied with her change of attitude, tilted his head back to rest on the edge of the pool once again, taking in a deep breath as his eyes slid shut and he got comfortable once again.
Sakura was beginning to feel overheated from the steaming waters and her embarrassment. She sighed heavily, feeling as if the steam from the water was starting to go to her head.
"Gods, how long have you two been in here? I already feel overheated," she commented, changing the subject not so subtly.
"What chakra nature are you?" Madara questioned, seemingly at randomly.
"I would imagine water, but I'm not sure. I was never trained to use elemental jutsu so I never used chakra paper to find out..." Sakura answered, her expression pinching into one of confusion.
"You've never used chakra paper?" he asked in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Well… When I first really started my training, my sensei focused on my other teammates... I only really began getting the training I needed when I asked Lady Tsunade to be my sensei and she only focused on medical jutsu and taijutsu. I just recently taught myself my first elemental jutsu which was the water clones," she informed with a shrug, trying to not let her hurt over being ignored during her early genin years show.
"We'll have to find some chakra paper to find out then. We're both fire nature, so we can tolerate the baths for some time," the elder Uchiha explained as he sat up higher in the pool so he could comfortably lean back on his elbows.
This time, Sakura couldn't restrain her eyes from flicking down to watch the muscles of his chest and abdomen ripple with the movement. She quickly averted her eyes, blushing furiously and resolutely deciding that she would never tempt the baths again.
"Alright, I'm getting out now," she squeaked, making a circular motion with her finger, silently telling the brothers to turn around. The siblings shook their heads in amusement before averting their eyes once again.
Sakura had said she wasn't a goddess but Madara was beginning to suspect otherwise. In her clinic and on the battlefield, she was mythical. He had finally gotten a taste of her power earlier that day and just that brief peek had him craving more.
Her skills as a warrior made his heart race.
The feeling of the shockwaves in the air that she created with the overwhelming power of her strikes, the sensation of the ground rumbling beneath his feet from the power of her blows, and the sheer intensity of her presence had him entranced. The fact that he had been skirting death just by being near her on the battlefield had had adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Madara had been so enraptured that he had decided he wanted to feel the strength behind her incredible punches. Anyone else, even him, would have met their end by performing such a irrational move but, with his ability to absorb and even reflect other people's attacks with his gunbai, he had avoided death at her hands.
Deigning not to reflect the blow back at Sakura and reveal that particular skill of his just yet, he had instead absorbed the chakra he had stolen with his weapon. He had been further shocked by how little energy she needed to produce such devastating blows. He had assumed that she utilized a tremendous amount of chakra to produce her explosive strikes but he was startled by how little she used and how efficient she was in using it.
Sakura's single punch had been so powerful that it had thrown him backwards even with him having absorbed the chakra from her strike. Even now, he could still feel how his hands vibrated with the sensation of blocking her extraordinarily lethal punch.
His heart still sung from their brief battle and, no matter what she said, he would not be convinced otherwise: Sakura was a goddess of war.
And, based off of the soft, porcelain expanses of skin that did little to hide the toned muscles of a warrior, she had the body of a goddess as well. Even worse, the pleasured sigh she had released earlier when she had first sunk into the water had gone straight to his head, more so than the steam ever would.
Madara had begun to wonder if the kunoichi before him was truly real at all, her appearance in his life being one that was constantly overlaid with shock and amazement...
He gave her a few long moments to exit the bath and to wrap herself up as best she could in her tiny towel. When he heard the tell tale sound of her footsteps heading away from them, his eyes returned to her.
"Sakura," Madara called out, Sakura turning to face him with a curious look on her face and an increasing death grip on the towel that barely maintained her modesty.
"Perhaps tomorrow we could train together again," he suggested with a smirk, actively restraining himself from raking his eyes across her form.
"So you can dump a bunch of water on me again?" Sakura huffed in response, glowering at him adorably.
"Perhaps you could dodge next time." Her glare intensified at that and his smile widened. "I enjoyed the challenge of facing you and we could all do with a new challenge."
"If you just work on your speed a bit, we will be on even ground soon enough," Izuna added, eyes still closed, "Although I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to crush us next time…"
She watched them for a moment before a small smile built on her face. "Maybe I will."
Sakura turned on her heels before striding away, her sudden confidence putting a swing in her barely concealed hips that Madara found unbearably attractive.
For a moment, he struggled internally. He could hardly bare the thought of not having the memory of her barely clad form sauntering away burned into his mind forever. However, he had been taught to be respectful to women since the day he was born and the thought of being such a lecher as to activate his sharingan to memorize her left him at odds with himself.
With her soon to be out of eyesight, he momentarily abandoned his inhibitions and slyly activated his bloodline limit, nearly purring in satisfaction as her stunning form was not only ingrained into his memory but in such vivid detail that he could make out each individual curve underneath her thin towel.
Madara leaned farther back into the water with a small, satisfied smile, too overwhelmingly contented with the next piece of the puzzle that was Sakura - that she was unbelievably attractive - to be bothered by his deceased, staunch father's voice berating him in his head.
When her gentle chakra signature finally retreated from the quiet bathhouse, informing the brothers that she was now gone, Izuna chuckled aloud.
"I saw that," his little brother teased with his eyes still closed, a taunting grin spread across his face.
Madara immediately glared at his younger brother before hissing, "You saw nothing."
"I sure did see something, you pervert," he laughed, his laughter being cut off when the elder Uchiha harshly dunked him beneath the steaming waters.