"It's hard for me to believe how rude the Uchiha clan is". I groaned with disbelief
The feud between me and the Uchiha's is entirely absurd, and it all stems from the one and only Madara.
Madara Uchiha and I had been childhood friends. We had witnessed war and bloodshed and the tragic loss of loved ones.
The uncertainty of whether today or tomorrow will be the last day. He kept our relationship a secret from his clan during that period of time. The only reason for it was because our clans were at war with one another. It wasn't until I was 15 years old that our clans established a sense of peace.
On the other hand, both my family and that of the Uchihas were still waging war against the Senjus. I am grateful to have met Hashirama Senju at the time, despite our families having shed blood against one another.
After all the fighting and war within our clans, we were able to arrive at peace with one another. Over time, one thing led to another, and here we are today, members of the Hidden Leaf village with Hashriama as our first Hokage. Oh, how I long for those days to return.
It was three of us joking and having fun. We were getting along. Not like now when I and Hashirama are still close. Meanwhile, it wasn't so, for Madara. That relationship had deteriorated.
Since the day we met, Madara and I have had feelings for one other. My heart honestly felt we'd be together forever, but I knew it was a lie. We met so long ago, but every time the memories flood back into my memory, it feels like yesterday, like time it never stops. it was about five years ago when I found out I would be carrying Madara's son Haru, my lovely son. That was the beginning of my feud with the Uchiha family.
The Uchiha's beloved leader had deserted them. He left everything, including me and his son, behind. Who he probably isn't even aware of. He had left around the time I found out I was pregnant, so I didn't have a chance to tell him. His entire clan, as well as many of the villagers, believe I was the one who drove him away.
Despite the fact that the Cilvia Clan and the Uchiha clan have already made peace, many Uchiha members remained suspicious of my clan.
Even though now I'm the only survivor. Unless you include Haru then it's just me and him who left of my clan.
To be honest, I think their logic is utterly absurd. Madara Uchiha isn't the type of man to abandon a woman and an entire Clan as well as a village simply because he dislikes her. Sure, there's a deeper message here, and it's a serious one, but I have no idea what it is, and I'm not sure if his family is aware of it and is simply using me as a cover story, or if it's something they actually believe. The only person who knows for sure why Madara went is Hashirama.
I tried for a long time to pry the explanation from Hashirama, but every time I bring it up, he manages to dodge the issue in some way. As well as becoming gloomy as a result of it. You'd think he'd at least tell me why Madara decided to leave, but nope.
The Uchiha family refuses to acknowledge Haru, our child, as one of their own because Madara and I were never legally married. That clan hates me so deeply that they think Haru isn't even his son and that I've been unfaithful to him.
One thing is certain: the entire clan and town is well aware that I was with that man at all times, every minute and hour. We were like two peas in a pod, therefore the fact that they painted me as that kind of person affected me deeply. Of course, I may have exaggerated a little on the minute and hour parts, so I wouldn't be surprised if he was with someone else behind my back at some point, but I know for a sure he was the only one.
Regardless of how much the Uchiha clan despises me, there is one individual who stands out from the others. Madara's younger brother, Izuna Uchiha. Even if the entire clan is not convinced that Haru is Madara's child. I'm relieved to learn that Izuna does. I'm grateful that he's been there to assist me in taking care of his nephew to the best of his ability. I sure was in desperate need of additional help?
I had overheard some of the village girls interacting with one another on my walk home carrying a basket of fresh clean laundry.
"Oh my goodness! Did you hear that Masako Futuba is looking to move to Leaf Village? ", exclaimed one of the village girls excitedly?
"No way!"
"How come?, "Do you know when she is coming"? The other female was equally ecstatic as the first.
"I'm not sure, to be honest, but I heard it had something to do with the fact that she has a five-year-old daughter." The first girl elaborated.
"I also heard she used to be a ninja in her village, but due to an accident, she decided to become an entertainer," remarked the first female.
I continued on my way home once they had finished their talk. As I approached the front door, I shrieked, dropping my basket of clothing and smacking the person in front of me in the face.
I was able to regain my composure immediately after. Izuna stood in front of me, a reddish handprint across his cheek. Then it hit me full force that I had slapped him.
"How dare you scare me like that, Izuna?" I was still in a state of shock, I said.
I'm now overwhelmed with concern that I've hurt him. Are you okay?
"I'm sorry, Yuno. I didn't expect you to scream hahaha ". With a slight grin on his face, Izuna laughed.
"It's not amusing, I thought I was going to die from a heart attack." "I told him."
"By the way, I'm fine," he added, pouting slightly and covering his cheek with his palm.
"Good," I said, sighing as I noticed all of my freshly washed laundry on the floor.
Now as I was pouting, I started gathering the garments off the ground.
"Here, let me help," Izuna said, kneeling to pick up some of the clothes.
"Thank you," I say as I begin walking into the house and place the basket on the nearest table.
"Anyway, what are you doing here?"
"I thought you were teaching those Uchiha brats how to use their Sharingan?" I inquired, irritated.
"Have they even gotten the Sharingan yet?"
"What kind of trauma did those brats endure?" I sneered.
Izuna spoke with a sigh.
"You asked three questions in a row; give me at least a moment to respond."
"Besides, they're not that horrible; they're just kids," he explained.
"To answer your second question, we ended training early, so I came by to see my two favorite people in the world."
"Aww, that's very flattering," I responded sarcastically.
"I meant it, though," he continued, his voice full of passion.
"Alright, alright," I murmured, waving him out of the way so I could begin folding the garments.
I cocked my head to look at him. "Just to let you know, those brats are all Madara's little demonic minions."
"With their entire Madara fan club," I hissed. While scrunching up my nose.
"Oh, come on, they're just kids,". Izuna said cheerfully.
"Those aren't children, they're their vicious offspring," I remarked, pointing my tongue out at Izuna.
Then we both started laughing. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to put this basket of clothing away."
"You can wait there or go if you choose."
"Wow, you want me gone already, don't you?" He pretended to be devastated.
"Hahaha," I said as I walked away with the basket.
After neatly putting everything away, I returned to the main hall, where Izuna was waiting, but first I went to check on Haru. When I opened the door to his room and peeked inside, I saw that he was sound asleep, taking his daily nap.
Five-year-olds definitely need it. leaning over to his bed silently, tiptoeing over to glimpse his precious face Every time I saw him, it warmed my heart; he is simply too cute. I couldn't help but giggle as I gently stroked his hair and noticed his nose wrinkle. Then I got up and exited the room, gently closing his door and making my way back to the main hall.
When I entered the main hall, I noticed that Izuna was not present. Huh, I guess he decided to leave, I pondered, but I heard movement coming from the kitchen, so I went there.
When I walked into the kitchen, he was making some herbal green tea. "Here I was thinking you left and you're just in the kitchen making some tea," I smiled, placing my hands on my hips.
"Surprising, you'd think after coming all the way here, I could just leave," he smirked.
"Didn't I tell you I came to meet my two favorite people in the world, my darling nephew Haru and his poor mother who is in distress as a result of the Uchiha?" he teased.
"Funny," I replied, my smile fading as I stared at him.
"Who claimed I was in distress?" I inquired. All he did was pout and then turn away.
"Let's go sit," Izuna remarked, changing the subject.
Then Izuna and I went into the living room. It was a lovely room with pink and green carpeting and a small table. With a vase with scarlet red roses inside of it. As Izuna and I sat down, he began to ask me questions that I prayed he would never ask me.
Izuna Pov
We just sat there on the rug, not saying anything to each other. I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was. Her curling hair was as black as a raven. Her beautiful amber eyes sparkle in the sunlight. What am I thinking she still cares about? So I opted to bring up my elder brother Madara. She appeared to be about to ask me a question, but I interrupted her abruptly.
"Yuno I know you act as though you don't care about Madara."
"What are your feelings about him?" Patiently awaiting her response.
"What are you on about?" She pretended as if she hadn't heard anything.
Her gaze was drawn to the far side of the room.
Yuno Pov
As I was about to ask Izuna whether he wanted more tea, he began questioning me about Madara.
"Yuno I know you act as though you don't care about Madara."
"What do you feel about him?" I heard Izuna ask me this question.
To be honest, every time someone asked how I felt about Madara, I felt deep anguish in my heart.
A wide range of emotions. So, because I never really answer when asked this question, I pretended I didn't hear him. Then, in an attempt to evade, I shifted my sight to the other side of me.
"What are you on about?" I replied.
"I asked how you felt about Madara," Izuna remarked.
"I believe you still have feelings for him."
With that stinging agony in my heart, I felt as if tears were welling up in my eyes as I tried to think about how I genuinely felt towards Madara. I was certain I was going to cry. I shifted the subject so rapidly.
"Hey"!
"Do you hear that?
"I guess Haru is awake; I should go check on him," I say, attempting to find an excuse to avoid answering the question.
Standing up hastily and walking towards the door to Haru's room. Izuna, to my delight, was already there.
"Come on, Yuno, just talk about it," Izuna replied solemnly.
Then I snapped, but I restrained myself from raising my voice in case Haru was still sleeping. Even if he wasn't, he doesn't need to hear arguments, especially when it involves his father.
"Izuna, I don't want to talk about it."
I attempted to be assertive, but it simply made my voice weaker.
I'm trying to avoid making eye contact with him. Izuna's question caused a torrent of memories to flood my thoughts, all coming in flashes and tearing my heart. I'm very sure Izuna could tell from the painful expression on his face.
He then drew me into an embrace, which was also tight.
"I'm sorry, Yuno," was all he could say, "I'm very sorry."
Even though he was intended to make me feel better, I honestly felt worse, and him embracing me made me want to cry. I could feel the liquid dripping from my eyes. I quickly shut them and shoved him away with all my might and two feet. I've just started running. They simply kept moving out the front door.
