It has been almost three years since Hinata and her family were forced to join Madara. They lived in between Sunagakure and Konohagakure because Madara claimed this was where the first settlement of Uchiha was in his time. All of the Five nations of the shinobi world were destroyed because anyone who didn't bend to Madara's would die. No shinobi or citizens could defy him because he ruled with an iron fist.

Over the years he crushed nations and rebel forces leaving many orphans in their wake. All the orphans were oddly enough taken in by Kabuto which always made Hinata's stomach turn. She hated Madara, but she never thought he would let Kabuto have orphans around him. He was no better than Orochimaru in her eyes, it made her heart weep for those children and had her hold fast to her daughter even more.

Especially with Obito spiraling down these days. The man she knew and loved was becoming an empty shell of his former self. After his battle in the frozen tundra with Madara years back, it left him in constant crippling pain. Some day it was hard for him to even walk and Hinata would do her best to do physical therapy with him. But lately he has been rejecting having her help him and turning more towards drinking.

Before the blue kunoichi never thought Obito would have a problem with alcohol because he was a man who prided himself in self preservation and control. In this new world he had none of that because of his health, not even Madara saw him as his protégé anymore. The simple fact is that they weren't even intimate with each other anymore, not since Uteki was born. She always assumed because he was always in pain.

Currently Obito was leaning against the wall where they were living. It was in a small house not far from Madara's grandiose estate. More and more this settlement was becoming a village, a new central hub of the world.

"Is daddy feeling okay today?" Uteki asked on a daily basis. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, the pain was written all over his face.

"Daddy will feel so much better if mommy didn't like to hide my medicine," making Hinata frown deeply at him.

"Oh I know I can go find it for you daddy!" Uteki said going to the other side of the house to go look.

None of them had the heart to stop their daughter knowing it was the innocence of a child to help their parents.

"That stuff is poison and it is slowly destroying you," she whispered harshly.

"Says you and that crap you mix never seems to take the pain fully away," he whispered equally harsherly.

That strung the blue kunoichi's feelings because she was trying her damndest to help him feel better. Even when she was dead tired from her work or from watching Uteki all day.

"Well I'm sorry I won't let you be drunk day and night especially with the stunt you pulled last night!" Hinata's nearly shill.

Last night she found him passed out drunk in their backyard. It made her panic because he left all the doors to their house wide open. Luckily Uteki was safely tucked in her bed asleep, but what if she wandered off outside in the night or worse, kidnapped. Obito knew that Hinata was kidnapped as a child and how much of a nightmare that was for her.

"I already apologize for the thousandth and Uteki is safe!" he narrowed his eyes on her.

"Now get me back my bottle!"

Hinata felt something snapped inside of her because he seemed to only care about the alcohol and not his family.

"Drink it all every last drop!" she boomed and to prove that she wasn't lying.

She walked over to the kitchen garbage can and pulled out an empty sake bottle to show him. This seemed to displease him even more as he glared at her even more with a thin lip expression.

"There was half of it left...what did you do with the rest of it?"

"Wha-" her question was cut off by him grabbing her by her hair slamming into the wall. The glass bottle shattered in her hand cutting both her palm and her fingers banging the back of her head in the process. Obito seemed to finally be unclouded with rage and realize that he hurt Hinata. She was in complete shock and daze that he would do that.

"Oh shit I didn't mean that," he dropped down to his knees to help her up.

"D-Don't touch me!" she pushed herself up and shoved him away.

"Mommy your bleeding!" Uteki rushed to her side with tears in her eyes.

"I-I'm alright!" Hinata was quick to ignore her own pain and hide her bloody hand. She hoped her daughter didn't see or hear their whole interaction because she didn't know what it would do to her child's psyche.

"Hinata I'm so-"

"Don't...I'm taking Uteki to the next door neighbors for the night," she didn't want to hear it.

Obito looked like he wanted to say more, but he decided not to and reluctantly agreed with that since Uteki was friend's with the kid next door. Hinata went to the bathroom with her daughter closely following by and hurried up to clean off the blood. After that she wrapped her bandages around the injured fingers and hand.

Hinata would have healed herself if her chakra wasn't so low as changed into a fresh jacket.

"You okay mommy?" Uteki asked, carefully touching her bandages.

"Yes I'm just being a bit clumsy i-it happens sometimes..." she lied hoping she didn't see what actually happened.

Uteki puffed up her cheeks with her face turning a tinted pink, something she did when she usually had a temper tantrum.

"Mommy you need to be careful ok!"

"Ok I will!" Hinata smiled, letting go of whatever heartache she was feeling in that moment. When they walked back to the living room Obito was sweeping up the broken glass. Hinata walked out the front door without looking or speaking to Obito while Uteki yelled.

"Good-bye daddy see you later!"

After dropping off her daughter, she decided to head to work instead of going back home and having to face him. Her job consisted of basically being a cook at Madara's estate. Tonight was supposed to be a banquet for all the world leaders.

Hinata realized that no one wanted war, she definitely didn't because she already lost all her family and friends. All she had was her daughter and ...Obito it was something that they both had to work on. She didn't care, she couldn't lose him not after losing everything and didn't want a broken family.

"You are late, you know how important tonight is!" the head maid scolded her as soon as she made it to the main entrance.

"Forgive me I-"

"No excuses, hurry to the kitchen now!"

It was hectic in the kitchen as Hinata slaved over a hot stove for the rest of the night with the many other cooks. Towards dawn she couldn't take it anymore and the dinner was pretty much over. She had to step out to take a break because everything that happened to her earlier before work was starting to pile up. There were people everywhere and this seemed to be the only place to find quietness.

The banquet was successful like Madara knew it would be. All Daimyo of their own nation had bowed down to him as they should have. It was time to enter an era of peace, it may not be the peace he truly intended, but it was the way he envisioned as a child before he lost his beloved brother Izuna.

After the dinner the leaders wanted to thank the chefs claiming it one of the best meals they had in a long time. Madara scanned the many faces of the workers, but hers was missing. It made his jaw set to a thin tight lip thinking she would dare leave early on a monumental night such as this. He excused himself by letting the leaders speak with the other chefs.

Hinata was the star cook, a cut above these average cooks and she deserved the most praise. When she first started work at the estate he watched her like a hawk, thinking she was waiting for the perfect moment to poison or assassinate him. Many had tried and all failed, but never did she.

In fact it surprised him how well she did cook because she being the main branch of the Hyūga clan he figured that would be beneath her. Remembering when he first met her being covered head to toe in blood and thought her sole focus was her fighting skills. After a year of watching her without her knowledge, the final test was if the blue kunoichi could cook his favorite meal.

No chef could ever cook inarizushi the way he liked it, until Hinata made it and it was like he was tasting his mother's cooking at that moment. It nearly made him drop his chopsticks when he tasted it.

Madara finally tracks down Hinata to a broom closet listening to her sniff and cry inside. Before she could sense his presence, quickly entered and closed the door. She gasped with a tear streaked face, her hand was bleeding with soiled bandages and a rubber glove strained with blood inside of it was spewed about the floor.

Hinata attempted to get up off the floor, but her knees were weak and was forced to sit back down. She felt so pathetic, essentially trapped by her worst enemy because he was blocking her only exit. He crouched down as she flinched when he grabbed her hand and immediately healed it.

"Why is your chakra so low?" he questioned and could tell that those cuts weren't from a kitchen accident. He also knew she was too careful when it came to using a knife for meal prep.

"It's n-nothing, I'm just tired," Hinata's voice was full of venom, refusing to thank or tell him anything useful.

"Hn.."

Madara merely watched as she pulled her hand from his grip and got up on her own. But obviously it was way too quick for her as his reaction was to automatically catch her. This was very reminiscent of when he almost stole a kiss from her back when he was undead. Her face was beet red with embarrassment on how weak she was now.

The warlord took full advantage of this especially now that he didn't have his armor to block the feeling of her body pressed up against his. He traced his thumb against her supple trembling bottom lip. Her lavender eyes were full of wonderment instead of the hatred that he was so used to seeing.

"When you are ready to tell the truth, come back to work," the heat of his breath hit the shell of her ear creating goosebumps .

"Until then, go home I don't need you dying in a broom closet,"

Just as quickly as the exchange happened he propped her against the wall and immediately left the room. Hinata was breathing heavily, it was like his sharingan eyes were so hypnotic. Even when she shut her eyes she could still see them boring into her skull. She put her hand to her arm and squeezed tightly making sure she wasn't under any genjutsu.

"Stupid stupid stupid never look a Uchiha especially not Madara in the eyes!" the blue kunoichi cursed herself ready to burst into tears all over again.

When Hinata got home she was exhausted and Obito was waiting for her, feeling terrible for what he did to her earlier. He even stayed sober and cleaned up the rest of the house hoping Hinata didn't take their daughter and leave him.

"H-Hey I got Uteki from next door and put her to bed,"

"Thank you," she slurred her words.

"Oh good you healed yourself I was so worried!" Obito held her hand in an examining way with his sharingan turned on.

That when the rogue nin froze completely and he let go of her hand as if it was infected. She yawned, feeling mentally, emotionally and physically tired to notice his sudden change in his behavior.

"I'm going to bed. Can we talk later?"

Obito never acknowledged her and even stood there in silence for five minutes after she had gone to sleep. His mind was racing as well as his heart. He was physically ill because Hinata's newly healed hand had Madara's chakra signature all over it.