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[Jutsus, Techniques, and Spells]
"[Chapter 8: The Uchiha Family Reunion: Part 3]"
"[Date: 14 May 2022 AD]"
At the pinnacle of the highest peak on Earth, Mount Everest, a figure of divine youth stood, his eyes casting an ethereal gaze over the frozen wasteland. His irises, a mesmerizing blend of silver and rippling patterns, surveyed the surroundings with an air of ennui that mirrored his stoic expression.
The crisp, early morning zephyr danced around him, toying with the strands of his midnight-black hair that boasted an enigmatic tint of blue at the tips. It fluttered gently in the breeze, a stark contrast to the rugged terrain beneath his feet.
Detecting a familiar aura, the young man known as Madara Uchiha closed his eyes and took a deep breath, allowing the alpine wind to carry away his weariness. A smirk briefly played upon his lips before resuming its previous position of indifference.
"What brings you to the rooftop of the world?" Madara inquired, his voice carrying an unspoken challenge as he addressed the unseen presence.
The ensuing silence was soon interrupted by the graceful sound of wings cutting through the air, the rhythmic beating growing louder until it was accompanied by the crunch of snow beneath booted feet.
"I was just looking for you," came the melodic voice of a blonde female that was now standing behind the male, her sparkling blue eyes stared at the back of the man's skull. Without a comment the blonde step forward and stood beside the man, looking over the the small grouping of pine trees, their hands millimeter apart.
"Hmph." The man grimaced in slight annoyance. "And?"
"It's been weeks since anyone's heard from you," continued the female. A playful smile appeared on her delegate face. "Some of the other Gods and other leaders of mythologies started to assume you ran away from the stress and isolated yourself on some frozen tundra." The young female couldn't help but let out a soundless giggles at the end.
A faint smile appear on the black-haired man's face as he clicked his tongue in amusement.
"How absurd." commented the man. "As if I would leave my home and the safety of this Macro-Cosmology on such petty reason. I just needed a break from all the work, it can get stressful very quickly."
The young women frowns but before she can say anything, the red haired male continued.
"I know you didn't come all the way here just to see if I'm alive," stated the male, turning his head slightly. The blonde did the same, her blue orbs staring at his silver ones. The male couldn't help but soften his eyes as he gazed onto the beautiful blue orbs of the golden haired female.
"What is the real reason you are here, Gabriel?" asked the man, his Silver orbs staring intensively at the Seraph sparkling pair of aquamarines.
The blonde hair angel released a sigh before looking him in the eyes.
"It's been one year since you disappeared from our love nest without saying a single word Madara — and I'm– no, we are worried." admitted Gabriel with a defeated sigh, before looking at his gaze again. "I worry about you, my love. Tiamat is worried about you. Your children are worried about you. Since Aurora died, you are always under constant stress from your duty while at the same time trying to keep this Macro-Cosmology safe from the Ōtsutsuki Clan. You barely have any time to do what you desire and have some time to spend with us!"
By now Gabriel was a shivering mess, her body was shaking and tears fell from her eyes. Seeing his beautiful angel in such state, Madara immediately wrapped his arms around her and held the blonde close to him.
There was nothing that pained him more then seeing his beloved ones hurt, it pained him more knowing he was the cause of her pain.
"Shhh." Whispered the Sage Of Six Paths as he stroked her silky golden threads — Gabriel's hair was always one of his favorite aspects of her.
After Gabriel started to calm, he separated the embrace partially, and tilted her head slightly so their eyes locked. A painful ache appeared in his chest as he saw her puffy red eyes, it truly hurt him to see his beloved in such a state. He couldn't bare to see her like this, so he pulled his angel in another embrace, barring her head on his chest.
"Don't worry my angel," soothed Madara, stroking her golden locks. "Everything is going to be fine. I miss all of you as well, but all of this time I have been trying to keep the balance of this world in order." The former Ghost Of The Uchiha said as he then planted a kiss on her porcelain forehead. "Maintaining every seal that I have place upon this Macro-Cosmology so that we can hide our presence from the Ōtsutsuki Clan has really been a hassle. The Chakra and Stamina required is almost double the amount of off what I used when I created this Macro-Cosmology and separated it from the rest of all off Creation."
Gathering herself, Gabriel hesitantly broke away from the embrace and planted a quick kiss on his lip before breaking apart.
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, her beloved interrupted her. "But don't worry, — I have already send a Message to everyone to everyone and told them that their mission is over and that they can finally return home.
His words seemed to have brought a bright smile on Gabriel's beautiful face.
"Really?"
"Hn. Yes. Really."
Gabriel giggles at him. "Ahhh~~ come on, don't act as if you are not happy to be able to see them again after two years." She said mocking him. He truly was as strong as a God on the outside, but on the inside — when it came to his family, he was truly as soft as plushie.
"Hmph." Madara simply crossed his arms and turned away.
Although his pride and ego was massive, he would be lying if he said that he wasn't happy to see his very own children. It had been two years since he had last seen them.
Two years since he had send them on a mission — a mission to find themselves, to explore the different kind of worlds that existed outside of this Macro–Cosmology; so that they can have the knowledge and experience necessary in order survive in this world if the Ōtsutsuki Clan were to invade.
Although he was against it at first because he didn't want them to experience the world as he did.
To fall in love and eventually lose that love — was the curse of the Uchiha and he wanted that curse to die with him forever — but his children were young and naive, they didn't understand the cruelties of the world — they just wanted experience every thing a child would want, to make friends, to fall in love, to eventually get married and have children of their own, to explore the outside world — outside of the [Familiar Forest]; so that they can interactions with other people besides their father, mothers and siblings.
When they told him this, his immediate answer was 'NO!', but after some "pursuing" from his wives and giving it some thought on his own, he had finally given up and allowed them to do as they pleased—
Crack! Crack!
As soon as Madara heard that cracking noise, he turned around with unimaginable speed and adapted a fighting position immediately... but, he soon realised that it wasn't something to worry about and relaxed his tensed muscles.
"What is it, my honey bear?"
"I felt a crack in Time and Space, it seems they are home."
"They are probably in the Familiar Forest by now. Do you think we should leave...?"
Madara nodded, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"Well... i mean it has been a while since we last... been together. I was thinking we could have some fun before going home?" He smirked seductively.
Gabriel's cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink at his proposal. "Madara, you know I can't resist you when you look at me like that," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But what about your duties? And the others, they're waiting for us."
"I could spared some time."
With a sly smile, Madara leaned in closer to Gabriel, his silver eyes gleaming with desire. The air between them grew thick with anticipation, the very fabric of reality seeming to pause as they shared a passionate kiss. The cold wind swirled around them, carrying away their whispers of love and longing.
Breaking away, Madara took her hand in his, the warmth of their connection a stark contrast to the frozen landscape. "Let us indulge for a moment," he murmured. "The cosmos will not crumble if we take this brief respite."
Gabriel's eyes searched his, the love and trust in them unmistakable. With a nod, she allowed him to lead her to a more secluded spot, a small cave carved into the mountain's side by the relentless winds. As they stepped inside, the temperature seemed to rise, a testament to the intensity of their feelings for each other.
The cave was dimly lit by an eerie blue glow, emanating from crystals embedded in the icy walls. The floor was covered with a thick layer of fur and soft fabrics, a clear sign that Madara had prepared this spot for such occasions. He had thought of her, even in the depths of his solitude.
Gabriel felt a warmth spread through her as Madara's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. His touch sent shivers down her spine, not from the cold, but from the passion that ignited within her at his nearness. Their kiss deepened, each one a silent declaration of love and longing that had been buried beneath layers of duty and obligation.
"Do you think it is unfair to Tiamat... that we are doing this without her?"
Madara's smirk grew wider as he leaned closer to her ear, whispering sweet nothings that made her heart flutter.
"Ah, but we can always tell her later. Besides, she knows how much I crave your company, especially when I am away from home for so long. And I'm sure she'll understand," Madara's voice was like a gentle caress, filled with persuasion.
"But... she is your other wife... darling..."
Gabriel's voice was low, but filled with a hint of concern that didn't go unnoticed by Madara. He knew that Tiamat was an understanding and forgiving, but he also knew that she had feelings just like anyone else. He kissed her gently, his eyes filled with reassurance.
"I never asked you of this before... but how do you actually feel... about me having two woman by my side...?" He asked.
Gabriel's gaze softened as she placed a hand on his cheek, stroking it gently. "I've accepted it, Madara. I love you, and Tiamat is a part of you, so she is a part of us. Our love is not bound by the rules of mere mortals."
"Is that soo?" His eyes narrowed. "Don't lie to me, Gabriel. You know i hate liars."
"I'm not lying!" She protested, her voice a little too high for comfort. "I really do love Tiamat, she's like a sister to me. I just want to make sure she's okay with this. You know how she is about privacy and sharing you with others."
Madara's expression remained stoic, but his eyes searched hers for any hint of deceit. After a moment, he nodded. "Not even a little bit jealous...?" He teased.
"Of course not!" Gabriel exclaimed, her voice a tad too defensive.
"Hahhaahhaah! I love your serious face!" He laughed genuinely for the first time in years.
The angelic blush that spread over Gabriel's cheeks was a sight to behold, and Madara couldn't resist leaning in for another kiss, this one deeper and more possessive than the last.
He knew that she wasn't jealous of Tiamat, but the idea of it tickled him. They had been through so much together, and the bond they shared was unshakable.
Their bodies pressed closer, the warmth of their love thawing the chill of the mountain. Madara's hands began to wander, exploring the curves of her body beneath her white fabric, and she gasped into his mouth.
They were a fiery contrast to the ice that surrounded them, and the intensity of their passion grew with each passing moment.
She wrapped her twelve around his body, putting them in a literal cage of love.
Their love was as fierce as a phoenix rising from its ashes, and as gentle as the first snowfall of winter. Madara could feel her love and her care, and it was as if all the pain and stress of the last two years had melted away with the warmth of her embrace.
He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and laid her down on the makeshift bed of furs and fabrics. Their kisses grew more urgent, their hands more exploratory. The sound of their hearts beating in sync filled the small, quiet cave, echoing off the icy walls.
"I love you, Madara Uchiha."
The words slipped from Gabriel's lips like a warm embrace, a declaration of affection that resonated through the cold mountain air. Madara's gaze softened, and for a brief moment, the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders.
"What...? You still not gonna say it back...?" She asked with a smile.
"You know... that... i will tell you when... i feel like it..."
Madara's voice was muffled by their kisses and the fabric of her blouse that he had pushed aside.
"Your pride is the same as the day you left. Ahahahaha!"
Gabriel's laugh was music to Madara's ears as he gently laid her down, their eyes never leaving each other's gaze. The warmth of their bodies created a small sanctuary in the heart of the icy cavern, a stark contrast to the harsh world outside. Madara's strong hands moved to the hem of her garment, his intentions clear as he began to remove it.
"It is not that I don't... But... you know..."
Madara's voice trailed off as he focused on the task at hand, his hands deftly untying the strings of her garments. The sound of fabric whispering against skin filled the cave as he revealed her body to the cold light of the crystals. Her beauty was as timeless as the mountain itself, her skin a canvas of perfection that made his heart race.
They made love like there was no tomorrow, as if the world was ending and the only thing that mattered was the warmth of their bodies entwined. The cave's icy walls melted away, replaced by a soft glow that emanated from their union. Madara's strong hands glided over Gabriel's skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, while her delicate touches seemed to soothe the very essence of his soul.
Their kisses grew more fervent, a silent conversation of passion that transcended the barriers of time and space. It was a dance as old as the cosmos itself, a testament to the enduring power of love and desire. Each caress was a promise, each whisper a declaration of a bond that not even the gods could break.
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Gabriel woke up in his arms, her eyes fluttering open to meet Madara's silver gaze. The glow from the crystals painted their skin a soft blue, and the warmth of their love lingered in the air like a lingering embrace. She nuzzled closer to him, her cheek pressing against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart.
Madara's arms tightened around her, holding her as if afraid she would slip away again. They laid there for a moment, basking in the quiet intimacy that was theirs alone, a stark contrast to the battles and responsibilities that awaited them outside the sanctuary of the cave.
"Maybe it is time we leave. Elijah, Aki, Asia and Yiren will want to see you, darling."
Gabriel's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the fiery passion that had filled the cave moments ago. Madara nodded, reluctant to let go of the warmth and comfort she provided, but knowing that duty called. He pulled her to her feet, the fabric of her clothing fluttering back into place as if by magic.
"And Tiamat, she will go crazy." She teased.
Madara chuckled, "I hope she doesn't make me sleep in the couch as punishment." He said.
Gabriel giggled at his words, a light hearted sound that echoed through the cave. "I'm sure she'll understand," she replied, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Madara sighed and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "You're right, let's go," he said, his voice a mix of affection and reluctance. They stepped out of the cave into the biting cold, the stark contrast to the warmth of their intimate moment making them both shiver.
The journey down the mountain was a silent one, each lost in their own thoughts. Madara couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the thought of Tiamat waiting for them, unsure of their whereabouts. Yet, the joy of seeing his children again filled him with a warmth that chased away the shadows of doubt.
"Say... Madara... do you miss Aurora...?"
The question hit him like an unexpected blow. Madara paused mid-step, his eyes momentarily glazed over as he stared at the horizon. Aurora, the first love of his life, the mother of his second child, and the embodiment of light in his otherwise dark existence. He took a deep breath, the cold air a stark reminder of the frozen emotions he had buried deep within him.
"I would be lying if i say I didn't, but Aki is my child with her, and she is a constant reminder of her presence in my life. Plus, she is always watching over us from the heavens. I know she is happy as long as I am happy." Madara said with a solemn nod as they descended the mountain.
"You know... darling... sometimes i think... that you should have revived her."
The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, thick with unspoken emotions. Madara's expression remained neutral, but his eyes spoke volumes of pain and loss. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, his voice steady and firm.
"It was her choice to die as a human. In a human life... annd as her lover, i had no right to take that choice away from her,"
Madara's words were heavy with the weight of his decision, a choice that still haunted him in quiet moments like these.
"But what about you...? She made her choice, but her choice only made you suffer,"
Gabriel's voice was filled with empathy and a hint of sadness. Madara's grip on her hand tightened as he continued their descent, his gaze never leaving the path ahead.
"I have you and Tiamat, and our little brats."
Madara's voice was filled with warmth and love, and it made Gabriel's heart swell. He had changed so much since Aurora's death. He had become a protector, a lover, and a father, all rolled into one.
"Say Madara... Why are walking!? We can just fly! My feet are killing me!"
Her eyebrows twitched, and Madara couldn't help but smirk at her complaint. "I thought you would like having a walk with me. Do you not?"
"Oh, I do love spending time with you, but my angelic body isn't quite built for this much walking!" she exclaimed, her cheeks rosy from the cold and exertion.
"Or perhaps you want me to carry you...? You attention seeker."
Madara teased her, his smirk growing wider as he watched the play of emotions on her face. He knew she was tired, but he enjoyed her company too much to let her suffer. With a swift move, he swung her up into his arms, cradling her as if she were as light as a feather.
"Better?" He asked, his voice filled with amusement.
"Much," she replied with a laugh, snuggling closer to his warm embrace. Madara felt his heart swell with love for her. He had missed this, the simple act of holding her, feeling her warmth, and listening to her voice.
Madara's feet separated from the snow covered ground and took to the skies, the wind rushing past them as he flew with Gabriel in his arms. She giggled in delight, the cold no longer biting at her as she was enveloped by his warmth and the exhilaration of flight.
"I was thinking of moving our house to the Core Dimension." He spoke.
Gabriel's eyes widened. "Madara, you're not serious are you?" She gripped his shoulders tightly as she sat in his arms.
"Why not?" He asked, his eyes still on the horizon. "It's a perfect place to hide from the Ōtsutsuki Clan. And we will have the entire planet to ourselves."
Although it was called a Dimension, it wasn't actually.
It was a single planet stored inside Madara's pocket dimensions, one of many in fact.
The planet was untouched by any form of life except for them. It was a perfect place to live, a paradise.
"Whatever you say, darling."
Gabriel's voice was filled with excitement and trust as they soared through the skies. Madara felt a warmth spread through his chest at her words. He knew that she would support him in any decision he made, and that was part of what made her so special to him.
A crack in time and space appeared before them and they entered through it, emerging into the lush Familiar Forest. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves a kaleidoscope of colors that painted the sky with a warm glow. The ground beneath them was soft and covered with a carpet of vibrant flowers, each one seemingly greeting their return.
Their Japanese style home stood in front of them, nestled between the ancient trees. Madara could feel the familiar pull of his duties, but for now, he pushed them aside, focusing on the joy of being reunited with his family.
He opened the door and went strong to the kitchen, "Tiamat...?"
Silence greeted him, but the scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air, hinting at her recent presence. Madara's eyes narrowed slightly; she knew he was coming. He set Gabriel down gently and they walked through the house, the warmth of the familiar setting wrapping around them like a blanket.
"...Madara... is that you...?"
A faint voice, almost a whisper, reached them from the far corner of the house. Madara recognized it immediately as Tiamat's, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew she had to be feeling his return, and the anticipation grew in his chest.
They found her in their shared study, surrounded by scrolls and ancient tomes, her red eyes peeking over the top of her glasses. Upon seeing them, she jumped to her feet, dropping what she was holding. Her tail swished back and forth rapidly, a clear sign of her excitement.
"Gabriel! Madara! You're back!" Tiamat's voice was filled with a mix of relief and joy as she rushed over to embrace them both.
She smashed her lips into Madara's, kissing him with a fiery passion that seemed to consume the very essence of the room. Madara chuckled at her enthusiasm, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her back with equal fervor.
Gabriel watched the scene with a smile, knowing that Tiamat had missed Madara just as much as she had. She had always been the more possessive of the two, but she had come to accept and even cherish their unconventional family dynamics.
"Are the children back...?" He asked.
Tiamat nodded, her eyes never leaving his face. "Not yet, just Vali and Yiren are home."
Madara nodded and took her hand, leading her to the living room. He knew that Aki, Asia and Elijah would return soon enough, and he wanted to prepare for their reunion. The house was alive with the scent of baked goods and the warm glow of candles, a silent testament to Tiamat's efforts to make their homecoming special.
As they sat down, Madara couldn't help but feel a sense of peace that had eluded him for the past year. The warmth of the fireplace, the comforting scent of home, and the soft whispers of love from his wives filled his soul. He had missed this, the simplicity of life beyond the weight of his duties and the endless battles.
Tiamat poured them all a cup of tea, her hands trembling slightly. Madara noticed her nervousness and took a moment to hold her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Thank you for waiting for me," Madara said, his voice low and filled with genuine gratitude.
She rose her hand and brought it down on his face, slapping him, with all ther strength.
"Why?! Why did you leave me and Gabriel alone?!"
Madara's cheek stung from the slap, but he took it without flinching, his gaze never leaving hers.
"I had to," he said softly, "the Ōtsutsuki Clan is still out there, don't forget. I had to ensure the seals held, to keep our family and our world safe."
Tiamat's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of a lie or deception. After a long moment, she nodded, understanding and acceptance settling on her features. Madara took a sip of his tea, the warm liquid soothing his throat and chasing away the chill from their earlier rendezvous on the mountain.
The silence was broken by the sound of the door sliding open. A gust of wind brought with it the scent of the outside world and the crunch of snow underfoot. Vali and Yiren entered, their eyes wide with excitement at the sight of Madara.
"Father!" Yiren yelled as she jumped into Madara's arms. Vali, on the other hand, was more composed, walking up to Madara with a calm smile on his face. Madara hugged Yiren tightly, feeling her warmth seep into his cold body.
"Welcome home, Father," Vali said, his tone mature and composed, but his eyes gleamed with the excitement of a child reunited with their parent after a long separation.
Madara chuckled, his heart swelling with pride. He had sent them away to learn and grow, and they had returned wiser and stronger. He ruffled Yiren's hair, setting her giggling, and then pulled Vali into a firm embrace.
"You both look well. Did you find what you were looking for?"
"Well, unlike the others we didn't leave. We stayed with Aunt Garbriel and Aunt Tiamat." Vali said.
Madara raised an eyebrow. "And what was it that you two were doing here for two whole years?"
"Staying around. Tee~Hee~" Yiren avoided his gaze.
"You little rascals."
Madara's voice was filled with affectionate amusement as he sat them both down, his curiosity piqued.
"Well, we had our own adventures, Father," Vali began, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Adventures, you say?" Madara leaned in, his interest piqued.
Vali nodded, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "We've been studying the ancient texts and practicing our jutsu, Father. Yiren even discovered a new element!"
Madara's eyes widened. "Really? That's quite an achievement. Tell me more."
Yiren bobbed her head eagerly. "It's a mix of lightning and ice, Father! It's so powerful, and it looks like a frozen storm!"
Gabriel leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "Fascinating! How did you come across such a combination?"
"I saw it in a dream... i saw father use it..."
Yiren spoke with a mix of wonder and pride.
Madara suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Don't tell me... Yiren... have there been any changes with you eyes lately...?"
The little girl nodded, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "They've turned blue and white!"
Madara's gaze sharpened, his heart racing. Could it be a genetic mutation? That was not the colour of the Sharingan.
Since he had consumed hundreds of Chakra Fruits, and their Genetic Data, could it be possible that a Gene from another was passed into her through him?
The room grew quiet as Madara's thoughts raced. Tiamat and Gabriel exchanged a knowing glance, both aware of the implications of what Yiren had just revealed. The Sharingan was a powerful and rare Dojutsu, one that had been passed down through the generations of the Uchiha Clan, but the color Yiren described was something else entirely.
"Show me," Madara said, his voice firm but gentle.
"Welll... the thing is... I can't. It just happens sometimes."
Madara's expression grew intense, his gaze never leaving hers. "When?"
"When i feel down or sad,"
The words hung in the air, and Madara felt his heart clench. It was unlike any Uchiha trait he had encountered before. His mind raced with the possibilities of what this could mean for their family's future.
"Darling, could it perhaps be a genetic mutation of Tiamat's Dragonic Blood and your Sharingan?" Gabriel asked.
Madara nodded thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "It's possible, we'll need to study it... but since it is new, what do you say, Yiren – what do you want to name it?"
Yiren's cheeks flushed with excitement. "How about the Miraigan?" She suggested. "It literally means Future Eye."
Madara's eyes lit up with a spark of interest. "The Miraigan. It has a nice ring to it. I like it. A new Dojutsu, huh?"
He turned to Tiamat, who was watching him with a mix of excitement and curiosity. She nodded, her tail swishing gently. "It's definitely something new, something we've never seen before."
"Yeah, yeah. Gabriel, come and help me set the table." Tiamat said.
Gabriel rose to her feet, her smile never leaving her face. Madara watched as she left the room, a sense of peace settling over him. It was good to be home.
From the kitchen, Tiamat called out, "Gabriel, can you grab the plates? The ones with the gold trim, Madara's favorite."
Gabriel's heels clicked against the wooden floorboards as she moved with an elegant grace to the dining room. She knew where everything was in this house, despite her infrequent visits. Madara's homecoming was a rare event, and she wanted everything to be perfect.
Her eyes scanned the room, noticing the subtle differences that time had brought. The curtains had been replaced with a richer shade of red, the tapestries had been rearranged, and there was a new vase filled with fresh flowers in the center of the table. Tiamat had always had an eye for detail, and it was clear she had put her heart into making the house feel like home, even in their absence.
Gabriel took a deep breath, inhaling the aromas of the feast Tiamat had prepared. The rich scent of roasting meats and the sweetness of baked desserts filled her nose, making her stomach rumble with hunger. She had missed the simple pleasure of a home-cooked meal, the warmth of the kitchen, and the comfort of their domestic life.
"Gabriel, a little help here?" Tiamat's voice brought her out of her reverie.
Gabriel nodded and picked up the plates with the gold trim, feeling the warmth of Madara's love for the small details in their life. As she carried them into the dining room, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. They were a family, a strong, unconventional unit that had faced the unthinkable and come out stronger.
"Say... Gabriel..."
Gabriel looked up from the platter of steaming vegetables she was arranging, her eyes meeting Tiamat's concerned gaze.
"What's wrong, Tiamat?" she asked, sensing the tension in the air.
"I may have stumbled upon a hassle lately..." Tiamat spoke.
Gabriel's eyes searched her face, noticing the furrowed brows and the tightness around her mouth. She set down the plate and moved closer, placing a comforting hand on her sister-wife's shoulder. "What's troubling you?"
"About Vali and Yiren..."
Tiamat paused, her voice a whisper that seemed to hang in the air, filled with an unspoken concern.
"What about them?" Gabriel prompted gently.
"They have been really close lately..."
Gabriel's eyes narrowed slightly. She knew that Tiamat had always had a protective streak, especially when it came to the children. "And what of it? They are siblings!"
"It's more than that, Gabriel. They have been sharing more than just stories and laughter. I've seen the way they look at each other. It's...different. It's almost like they are in love," Tiamat spoke with a hint of sadness.
Gabriel felt a coldness creep into her heart. Such a revelation could mean trouble. Sibling love was sacred, but romantic feelings could lead to a path they had not anticipated. She knew Madara would not take the news lightly, especially with their unique family dynamics.
"Tiamat, are you sure? Siblings can be very affectionate without it being romantic," Gabriel tried to ease the tension, hoping it was just her imagination running wild.
"But Vali is not related by blood to us. Madara took him under his wing when he saved him from Rizevim."
Gabriel felt her heart drop. Tiamat had a point. Vali was not their biological child, but he was theirs in every other way that mattered. Madara had raised him, taught him, and loved him like a son. And now, to think that he might harbor feelings for Yiren, his sister by adoption and bond, it was a situation fraught with potential conflict.
"I know that, but if they are happy, why should we intervene?" Gabriel said.
Tiamat's eyes searched hers, the unspoken question heavy between them. "But what if it leads to heartache, or worse, if it's not just a phase?"
"Then let it be. They are both adults. They know what they are doing."
Gabriel's words were a gentle reprimand, but Tiamat knew she was right. They had to trust their children to make their own choices, even if it meant letting go of their fears and concerns.
"Haaaa~~~" Tiamat signed. "Even we Dragons have rules against it, but their happiness matters most."
Gabriel nodded, her thoughts swirling. It was true that even in the Supernatural World, such unions were frowned upon. But their world was different. Madara's love knew no bounds, and he had accepted them both as his wives.
"But this doesn't leave this room. Not a word to Madara." Gabriel spoke.
"Of course, I know how much it would worry him. Besides, it's not our place to interfere unless it causes harm to the family," Tiamat agreed with a sigh.
They finished setting the table and went to join Madara and the children, the conversation shifting to more mundane topics. Madara listened intently as Vali spoke of his studies and Yiren shared her newfound abilities with childlike enthusiasm.
Not a word was spoken to Madara by them, but their eyes remained vigilant, observing every interaction between Vali and Yiren. The siblings seemed oblivious to their guardians' concern, their laughter and smiles as genuine as ever.
Madara could feel the tension in the air, but he couldn't place it. He knew Tiamat and Gabriel were hiding something, but he decided to let it be for now. The evening was for celebration, not for unearthing potential issues.
As they all sat down to dinner, Madara took a moment to look at his family. Vali, with his stoic demeanor and sharp intellect, had grown so much.
Yiren, the youngest, was a little ball of fire, her innocence and joy a stark contrast to the battles he had faced. And there was Tiamat and Gabriel, both of whom had borne the brunt of his absence.
The door swung open and Aki entered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Father!" she called out, rushing over to hug Madara tightly. Madara felt his heart swell with pride and love as he hugged her back.
"Welcome home, Aki," he murmured into her hair, noticing that she had grown even more beautiful in the two years he had been away.
"Is Asia and Elijah not home yet?" Aki asked.
Madara's gaze flickered to the door, his mind racing. "They should be here soon. Did you have any trouble with your training?"
"No. Astra was there with me."
Aki's voice was filled with fondness as she took her seat. Madara nodded, his heart at ease knowing his oldest daughter had been taken care of by his subordinate.
"How's Astra? He's been keeping you on your toes, I hope?" Madara said, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
Aki rolled her eyes playfully, "Always. But he's a good teacher."
Madara's smile grew. Despite his apprehension, it was good to see that she was happy. The sound of footsteps grew louder, and Asia and Elijah entered, their eyes alight with excitement at seeing their father.
"Daddy!" Asia jumped on him.
Madara caught her mid-air with a chuckle, his arms wrapping around her slender frame. "Welcome home, my little star. Did you miss me?"
"Like the sun misses the moon at night," Asia whispered, her eyes sparkling. Madara kissed her forehead, feeling the warmth of her love.
"Elijah?"
"Father."
"No hugs for your old man, Elijah?" Madara chuckled.
The young man blushed and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Madara in a warm embrace. "I missed you, Father," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Madara felt a lump form in his throat, the weight of his absence heavy on his shoulders. He had missed these moments, the simple joy of his family's love.
As they pulled away, Madara studied Elijah. The boy had grown into a fine young man, with a sense of responsibility that matched his own. His eyes searched his son's gaze for any sign of anger or resentment, but all he found was love and admiration.
"You've all grown so much," Madara said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and a hint of sadness. "I've missed so much."
Gabriel and Tiamat shared a knowing glance as they sat down to eat. The meal was filled with tales of adventure and growth, the sound of their children's voices a symphony of joy that filled the room. Madara listened intently, his heart swelling with each word. He had been gone for too long, and it was clear that they had all changed in his absence.
"Elijah? Can we come in...?" Madara saw 3 girls peeking from the door.
Elijah turned redder than a tomato and hastily stood up, "Yes, of course, Father, these are my friends, Clair Farron, Young-Hee, and Lisara Restall."
Madara nodded, his gaze sweeping over the three young women. They looked at him with a mix of curiosity and awe, their eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the legendary Madara Uchiha. He felt a twinge of pride, but it was quickly overshadowed by the feeling of being out of place. It had been so long since he had been a part of their daily lives.
"Are you 'The' Madara Uchiha? The Hero who stopped the Great War between the Angels, Fallen Angels and Devils?!" Lisara asked excitedly.
Madara couldn't help but chuckle, "Yes, that's me. But tonight, I'm just a father, eager to hear about your adventures and how you've been, Elijah."
"We are huge fans Madara-sama! Please shake our hands!"
The three young women approached the table, their excitement palpable. Madara, ever the gracious host, stood up and offered his hand to each of them in turn. Their grip was firm, their eyes shining with admiration. It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of innocent reverence.
"Please, sit," Madara said, gesturing to the open chairs around the table. "Elijah, introduce us properly."
Elijah's cheeks burned even hotter as he introduced his friends, each one more beautiful than the last. Madara noticed the way his son's gaze lingered on all three of them, and his heart swelled with pride. It seemed his son had found a spark of love in the midst of his own adventures.
"Aki, Asia, Yiren, be good girls and help your mothers in the kitchen." Madara smiled.
The three girls groaned but obeyed, their giggles echoing as they left the room. Madara took a deep breath, the scent of the food mixing with the faint scent of their children's growing bodies. He felt a twinge of sadness for the time he had missed, but also a fierce determination to make up for it.
"Wait a second...? Did you say Gabriel and Tiamat? As in Gabriel of the Four Great Seraphims and Tiamat; the Chaos Karma Dragon King?!" Lisara asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Madara nodded, his smile never wavering, "Yes, they are my wives, and your hosts for the evening."
"Elijah, which one is your mother?"
Elijah looked at Madara, his eyes questioning. Madara gave him a knowing smile, "It's okay, tell them the truth."
"Gabriel. Mine and Asia's mother is Gabriel. Tiamat is Yiren's mother."
"So your a half-angel, Elijah?"
Elijah nodded awkwardly, "Yes, I guess you could say that."
"The son of the Hero and a Seraphim? That— i did not know."
Madara felt the weight of their stares and decided to lighten the mood. "Yes, it's a bit complicated. Now, let's not let the food get cold. Please, help yourself to whatever you like."
The conversation flowed naturally as the group shared stories from their time apart. Madara listened intently to Elijah's tales of his training and the friends he had made. His heart swelled with pride at the young man his son was becoming. The evening passed swiftly, filled with laughter and the clinking of silverware against plates.
As they enjoyed dessert, a sudden knock on the door echoed through the house. Madara's eyes narrowed, his instincts sharpening. He hadn't invited any guests, and no one should have known of their return. Tiamat and Gabriel exchanged a concerned glance as Madara stood, his hand hovering over the hilt of his sword.
"I'll get it," Madara said, standing up from the table. He walked to the door, his hand resting on the door handle, his senses on high alert.
"Madara! Open up! It is me, Azazel!"
The sound of the boisterous voice from outside sent a wave of relief through Madara.
Azazel was the Leader of the Fallen Angels, and a drinking buddy of Madara.
Madara opened the door with a grin, and the two men clasped forearms in a warrior's greeting. The room fell silent as the imposing figure of Azazel, with his golden wings folded behind him, filled the doorway. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of the feast and the faces of Madara's family.
"Where have you been man? I thought you finally kicked the bucket!"
Madara chuckled, "I'm not that easy to kill, old friend. I've been busy, safeguarding the seals from the Ōtsutsuki Clan, ensuring that our world remains at peace."
Azazel's smile faded, his eyes growing serious. "Ah, yes. The eternal struggle. Well, I'm sure the world is a safer place with you at the helm, Madara. But I must admit, I've missed your company at the tavern. A pint of ale doesn't taste the same without your sharp wit to cut through the boredom," he said with a wink.
"What do you say? Tomorrow afternoon, same place." Madara said.
Azazel grinned, showing his teeth, "It's a date! Now, if you don't mind, I've got to go. I've got a rebellion to squash. But first, I want to congratulate you on your safe return. Your family looks well, especially your daughters."
"Tomorrow then." Madara said.
As Azazel disappeared into the night, Madara turned to his family, his eyes lingering on Gabriel and Tiamat.
"It is time to sleep now." He said "Elijah, show the guests their room. Aki, Vali, Asia and Yiren. You as well."
The children groaned in protest, but Madara's tone was firm. They knew better than to argue with him when he used that tone. With a sigh, Elijah stood, his friends following his lead. Madara watched as his children and their friends disappeared into the hallway, his eyes lingering on Elijah. His son had grown into a fine young man, and he was proud of him.
Once the last footstep had faded away, Madara turned to his wives. "Alone at last," he murmured, a mischievous glint in his eye. Tiamat and Gabriel shared a knowing smile, their own tension easing.
"Darling, let is go to bed as well. We have missed you." Tiamat reached for him.
Madara nodded, feeling the weight of the day's revelations and the comfort of their warm embrace. They moved as one, heading to their shared bedroom, leaving the warm glow of the dining room behind.
The bedroom was a sanctuary, with a large four-poster bed at the center, draped in deep red velvet that matched the color of the tapestries adorning the walls. The room was filled with the scent of incense, a blend of sandalwood and jasmine that Tiamat favored for its calming effects.
Madara sank into the bed with a sigh, the softness of the mattress a stark contrast to the hard ground he'd slept on during his travels. Tiamat and Gabriel curled around him, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces, as if they had done this every night. He felt their warmth seep into him, chasing away the last vestiges of the cold mountain air.
Madara closed his eyes peacefully for the first time in two years, the comfort of his family surrounding him. He knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges and possibly more revelations, but for now, he was content.
End of Chapter 8!
Elijah and Asia are Madara's Children with Gabriel.
Yiren is Madara's child with Tiamat.
Vali is an adoptive child.
Elijah is the Oldest of the Biological siblings.
Name: Elijah.
Family Name: Uchiha.
Age: 19.
Date of Birth: 04 March 2003 AD.
Sex: Male.
Hair Colour: Blonde.
Eye Colour: Blue.
Race: Half-Human, Half-Angel.
Number of Wings: Six as off now.
Name: Aki.
Family Name: Uchiha.
Age: 18.
Date of Birth: 14 February 2004 AD.
Sex: Female.
Hair Colour: Blonde.
Eye Colour: Amethyst Purple.
Race: Human.
Name: Yiren.
Family Name: Uchiha.
Age: 18.
Date of Birth: 27 April 2004 AD.
Sex: Female.
Hair Colour: Black.
Eye Colour: Onyx Black — Blue when using her Dojoutsu; Miraigan.
Race: Half-Dragon, Half-Human.
Name: Asia.
Family Name: Uchiha.
Age: 16
Date of Birth: January 2006 AD.
Sex: Female.
Hair Colour: Blonde.
Eye Colour: Blue.
Race: Half-Angel, Half Human.
Status: Alive.
Relationships:
— Madara(Father)
— Gabriel(Mother)
— Tiamat(Aunt, Mother-like figure)
— Vali(Adoptive older brother)
— Elijah(Biological Older Brother)
— Aki(Older Half-Sister)
— Yiren(Older Half-Sister).