From what he could readily recall devastation was always quick to froth. Congealing itself as a cause of redemption or something similar. He had never had need for the infraction it could cause, his life being a well placed example as it were. Through the trail of childhood his life hadn't garnered meaning, nor power, nor strength. Knowledge of persons was his grand take away, what put them through their misery, how concentrated they became to an aspiration or the causation for whims.

A method he continued to provoke as exploitation through manipulation, as well as it could be made. Sasuke being a prime example of this, he'd known the circumstance, how it had been built, and for what he drove himself. It was a matter of his own safety that he rarely used his methods in the company of shinobi. He needn't have an interrogation for something commonly utilized.

Now, however, it became a matter of exploitation for the benefit of all involved. Uncomfortable, could not describe his disposition, that is, if he hadn't volunteered for the duty.

At the door, he had been greeted by Wakaba-san, her face still spotted with red and tearmarks. She'd smiled upon receiving him, though her shaking stance said all as to how she fared. Regardless, he made polite. "Wakaba-san, how are you feeling dattebayo?" He imparted on his voice, his own version of whispering comfort, hoping not to shock the already shaken woman with his tendencies. From what he could recall during their introduction, she had been reclusive, nervous and discomforted by strangers. Although that could of been because of how sick-, her son had been.

"Considering circumstance? She fares well, what concern is it of yours Uzumaki?" Entering from the small courtyard came Bou, face marred by frown, as was expected, and tense shoulders. Likely from his questioning of his grieving wife.

The anger present had want to control his own emotions, yet Naruto held as firm as he could, remembering all of the lessons of decorum having been forced through his skull by Kou. "I ask as a friend, not ambition Bou-san." He met the man's dark brown eyes with certainty, not feeling any lie in his own answer. In return, he got a growl deep from the man's diaphragm. In instinct he stepped forward rather then back, ready for an attack.

"Friend? We have no need for your unfaithful concern!" Naruto relaxed, Bou had been crying, as his voice gave in several times as he yelled. It was perhaps rather weak of him, but he had no want to fight someone ridden by grief.

"Be silent!" Came the shaken, soft-spoken voice of Wakaba from beside himself. Naruto blinked at her involvement. Unexpectedly Bou, closed himself, staring to the floor, while his fists shook in frustration, obviously unwilling to go against his wife at the moment. However, instead of aiming at her husband, she looked to her fellow omega with a kind face and eased features. "I apologize for my husband Naruto-kun, he cannot control his own emotions due to.... What, what-" She didn't finish that sentence, breathing and swallowing the pain forming in her chest. It only took a moment for her to regain herself. "I, we, would be delighted for a friend's concern now." Her narrow-eyed glare to Bou was not unnoticed -but unspoken it went.

In the tea room, they sat in a repeating type of rhythm, beating to silence, as cups hit to the table in expected patterning. Naruto almost found the sounds soothing, yet he hadn't come here for the stilling silence. He needed to gently guide their minds into what was necessary without tripping them into guilt. Fragility held rule here, should he become to forceful in its need it would cause an eventual break.

How he wished for anyone more tactile then he to present this. It mattered not, this was his duty at the moment, for certain he would make right. For the Shodai, himself, clan, Madara, he had many names on his list that benefit. Perhaps that list was more of a way of justification, yet it worked to save himself from falling into guilt.

For a moment Wakaba looked as if her heart sat on her sleeve, open expression and bleeding heart eyes. This lasted until she turned her head away, moving her husband to stray from his pattern and gaze at her. Naruto saw what he wouldn't have: a tear of blood, a purple bruising creeping up her neck. It pricked at his curiosity, unpleasantly. It frayed at his chest, speaking to himself came the devastation as realization came unwanted. Holding back himself, in lue of optimism for all involved.

So parting from any intimidation lingering, cautious and tactile he asked Bou to leave for a spare moment. Naturally, he did not agree, it was only through Wakaba's gentle reminder that he ventured outside to talk to a friend whom he needed a longstanding favour from.

As his footsteps echoed their last she faced him, it was a strange thing to witness a woman smile as her death approached.

"Wakaba-san, your health-" She heaved a breath as he allowed her to continue rather then having to speak it himself. Instead of placing that on her, he made himself louder, making use of the fear that was beginning to spark. "You have the same illness as your son." Through his own assurity, he decided not to question the revelation. Her strength caved in.

"Not entirely, mine illness weakened his body, and then his own... I am to blame for his death." Grim, as if grey dominated her existence, the mourning mother made herself small. Though he had no chance to deny her sense of blame. "My blood thins, this:" Her neck twisted to show him the bruise, only for it to be pushed back slightly to her collar by the minor chakra she possessed. It was not healing, rather a type of henge for those with limited chakra, and it worried her fellow omega all the more. "Is bleeding on the inside, not bruising as my husband would believe." As he had considered. "A disease I took inherit from my own Mother. Recessive, yet eventually becoming terminal. My chakra attacks mine own blood." Fists clenching into his skirts, he hissed at the horrid visual that became.

"There is nothing to be done?" Silence answered him honestly. This made him mourn quietly, even while she sat breathing at the same table as himself. Becoming distilled, unsettled, and vile in mood. Then it came upon him as sudden wind of clarity brushing through his mind an idea of twisting circumstance. Perhaps unseemly, unquestioningly blackening of saddened plight, nevertheless imperative.

So in conjoining with this plan he stood, making the gentle excuse of brewing more tea. This remained truthful but paired with plotting of a man accompanying kindness with ambition. Settling the water to boil he made haste outside as silent as he could -shinobi training from the academy, years of pranks, and training with Kakashi-sensei aiding greatly. -Though the connection to Jiraiya's research and his skills of remaining stealthy were ignored by his own mind.

This to search for Bou Uchiha in the exploitation of brutal truth for gain. Normally an act he would disdain, and naturally, his better self repelled against the notion of the act he considered necessary. Spotting the man returning with a most troubled expression, Naruto almost stood concerned until he shook himself at the knowledge that the man always appeared in conflict with himself. Granting him amnesty luck had the man notice him before their impending collision. Tilting his head in questioning from the fact that his guest was not inside.

"Wakaba-san told me something I believe you should be aware of." Though it was for the sake of serenity, this was low in trickery. An ungraceful maneuvering of his skills as a ninja. "She is sick Bou-san, she believes it to be terminal." For all the dignity that the Uchiha displayed as a unit, or in privacy as a man or woman fed by stoicism when faced with a terror not fought with a blade their facade was quick to rot. Exemplified by the Alpha before him now, a composed man with the face of ire crumbling into one of fear. Before words could be said, or demands made, he stepped quick to make his assertions obvious. "I hear there is a healer that may be able to aid her within the Senju clan. One with 'advanced knowledge.'" He made as obvious as readily option just whom that person was. That they had been the one in refusal to treat their son.

Intelligent and sharp-witted the man seemed to understand this, a growl emanating before he settled it. Breathing easier, yet not lessened in the speed, clearly still processing the information. Perhaps this was something of a mockery to how he should have proceeded -with caution and obfuscation- this was the quickest method as to ensure the threat of the Hatake would not become a prominent one.

With a soothed feature Baru thanked him for a reason Naruto could not understand. "Thank you Naru-san, I will take her to the stubborn man in the marrow and force a response from him, if needed." He was then given a bow before the worried Uchiha moved by him a muttering lingering near his ear: 'I will have not my wife to die of his hand as our-' Temptation urged the Uzumaki to move around in order to catch the tail of the sentence, but he knew that was mute. Any with knowledge of current events would understand his mutterings without hearing their completion.

Briefly, Naruto allowed his eyes to close in a temporary guilt, then he too moved forward, this time his destination being where he resided. A favour on his tongue, disguised as a venture of comradence.

Upon reaching, what was now his home, he quickly slipped free of his sandals and made haste into the kitchen, hoping to run into an idle Kou. Instead, he heard the a tapping on the cobblestones to the path of the garden. Glancing at the many blossoms first in admiration, before he turned to find both Naori and Madara speaking in hushed whispers. A perfect situation, given the success of his mission as of yet.

Though he fathomed their conversation to be one of secrecy and not to be overheard by the wanderings of an over excited Omega he needn't give care to the matter. Thus, he made to them with a confident step, bidding them to not acknowledge his presence until he could catch the secrets they spoke of. Unfortunate Madara looked to him first, while Naori followed lead and gave him a very short shooting of her inner brows: conveying unto him that she had been aware of his intent.

Sighing at lack of success, he smiled nonetheless. "I convinced them to go the medic-nin, however, I will need Kou-kun's aid in order to spread word." Naori made no comment, but Madara crossed his arms with a resting smirk.

"Impressive timing indeed Naru-kun." Despite the name being one of friendly demeanor Naruto felt a redness creeping to his cheeks. "May you be available this evening?" Grinning now at the implication of another date cavalierly hidden, he nodded affirmation as Madar brushed by him. Hiding the ridiculous expression with a turned back and down facing face -as to give the earth cheer rather then having Naori speak on it.- "Oh yes," Madara spoke once more, giving Naruto cause to look behind him as the man looked over his shoulder rather then face him entirely.

"Congratulations, I hear that you managed where Kou-kun couldn't, they are indeed beautiful." Puzzled Naruto looked down at himself first, then around him for hint as to what his betrothed spoke of. Facing him again only with a bewildered gaze at the lack of answer. With crossed arms and tender eyes his fiancé made a full turn in his direction. "The Chrysanthemums." He pointed to Naruto's right, drawing his gaze to the flowers he spoke of.

While expecting little from what he had seen not four nights prior it was in fact far different. "Oh! they've bloomed..." The chuckle was barely heard as Madara exited.

Indeed basking in the sun, fully open and gorgeous in their radiance, the red chrysanthemums had bloomed.