Brought by the plight of waiting came impatience. Perhaps even an eagerness, rather a panic of nervous trepidation. In the accompaniment of this, Naruto found himself in terror, yet, thrill wracking his spine in short shivers. Beside him, were the comforting figures of Kou alongside Wakaba, neither omega's looking closely unto him -as protocol demanded. Although, he was rather convinced such a placement of rule had been applied mainly for the sake of nudity not being shared among fellows.

As taught, he had been stripped of clothing, standing bare upon the side of the waterfall nearest the settlement of Konoha.

In preparation for a traditional Uchiha Shinto ceremony, one must bathe within the fresh waters, cleansing oneself from any stain previously tarnishing the skin. A precautionary implemented for the Uchiha, moreso then the omega joining the clan. An act in representation of cleansing oneself from bloodshed, while the future bride or wife would do this to wipe clean from sexual sin. Certainly a rather one-sided ideal, though one Naruto had found himself adhering in respect to the future clan he would hold particular governance over.

Perhaps in vain, there was hope it would aid his shaking mind. Moreover, the ritual contained the easing comfort of not having to touch his own skin until the wedding night. Of course, as implied; only his new husband would gain such a right, himself following by progression thereafter. The very act of straying from one's own skin, furthered and maintained the want for purity from the bride as designed in the ceremony.

His companions were designated as both supervisors of proper conduct -overseeing his purity by making well that no rule was neglected.- Naruto did have doubt that -as an Alpha- Madara would be forced into such scrutinous oversight, as being provided effective chaperones. While, Kou, in his usual manner, came pleasant as a friend of intimacy. By him, Wakaba wore upon her a stern disposition towards tradition presented by serious expression. Normal personality replaced by one reflective of Tsunade, a political presentation of self. An uptaken persona he had been made aware of when speaking to Kou mere hours previous; as stated, Wakaba remained a stringent woman of tradition in regard to omegas in the home, or Uchiha ritual. Her change of self, was therefore expected.

This, he hastened to ignore, as by demand, she was here mainly to aid him in preparing, not in acting as a chaperone. Due to traditionalist law: he could not and would not, partake in any means of labour just prior to marriage. Meaning that, dressing himself or his hair was unacceptable, and a job best given to -as quoted by an elder scroll: 'fellow omegas already married within the clan, and certainly never a task to be done by an alpha regardless of friendship or marital status.' While slighting unto any friendships he had procured in past, there was no need for protest as the irritation did not particularly apply.

In running nervous fingers through his hair, he discovered -with questionable surprise,- that his hair had grown quite far. Down below the shoulder blades, and in looking, the strand lacked any visual sign of their normal spiked nature.

The bathing remained a short affair, as he had never partaken in intercourse, yet the water still fell cold and piercing on the skin. Some sensitive scars feeling more then desired. Though he was ushered out and made to slip on a light yakima of white and yellow. This too, was considered traditional; the belief was, the white represents purity reborn, while yellow was construed as both good luck unto the couple, and a symbol of a happy bride. As the Hokage had jokingly stated, the Uchiha traditions were many, likely, Naruto surmised, because their clan was so audaciously old.

The blond knew little of what alpha instruction had Madara doing to prepare, other then being cleansed, not much information had been given. Upon asking, he had simply gained a response from Naori resembling frank dismissal. He had been informed, -grudgingly by an irate Wakaba,- that prior to ceremony a bride could not set eyes onto their future husband, in fear of glimpsing his battlescars. A conclusion he took with an express of confusion, for to him, battlescars should prove a person more worthy of matrimony, especially in an old era such as that of the Shodai Hokage.

So it began, that even with hair dripping with moisture, both his aids for the day brushed back the wet hair. Taking to applying red unto his lips as a blossom of a flower, carefully painted in a deep crimson. "Naru-kun," Kou was in deep focus, doing something unto his hair in hope it would dry fast. Still, he spoke in tranquility, the voice of one in casual conversation. "The bud that Wakaba paints, do you know what it holds in meaning?" Obviously, he did not, though, he acknowledged that much of what the wedding ceremony did held particular, perhaps odd, reasons behind them, so it came to no shock unto him a lip colour had one as well.

"The flower holds meaning unto you," gently spoke Wakaba's sweetened and quiet tone. "A blossom of hope for a flowering marriage in happiness. It also holds as a symbol of chaste love." For a moment of self, the woman before him smiled to herself, then without hesitance, continued her delicate work. In the privacy of his thoughts, he considered this merely a nostalgia of her own wedding, saying nothing. Then, she continued. "Unto Madara-sama, the lips of red are meant to represent blood."

Mirroring his perception of such a sentence Kou -quite indignantly- snorted behind him. "Morbid Wakaba-kun. What she depicted was ingracious towards the full truth. Indeed, the blossom painted crimson upon the lips for marriage in custom relates to blood. However, in full context of tradition, the flower here holds the meaning of the blood of enemies killed. When you kiss Madara-sama in seal of your bond, the red will transfer partly onto his lips, and thus show unto him -and audience, that you accept his life as a Shinobi, and accept also his need therein to spill human blood." 

He held on his tongue response, not of offense but in validation for such a reasoning, as unto his mind it possessed a clever logic. And made some small sense unto him why in the occasional wedding he had watched from affair, inside his own time of Konoha, the bride in rarity had a splash of red on her lips. Many traditions passed onto differing clans, as the integration of families in his time appeared common -even though he did not pay this close attention, much to occupied with thoughts of training.-

Before he could amuse himself with further conversation with his comrades of gender, a violent burn in his stomach drew him from all concept of reality. Bringing him to familiar waters of murk green, and a cage red as his painted mouth. A barring of fangs was his reception as were glinting eyes of scarlet, and burning chakra pouring into his veins.

A clear want presented itself without words. Kyuubi, did not call upon him into the mindscape they shared unless they considered it an absolute necessity. Both a concern unto him, as this was a pivotal time. Thus, rather then behaving in regular nonchalance he thrust himself fully into irritation.

"What?!" Came the angry exclamation even he was not expecting from his own voice. Still, regardless, his constant companion gave without hesitance the same manner.

"You, marrying Uchiha scum such as Madara. I forbid it!" Were it possible to fight the beast without risk, Naruto would have done it then without reproach. It was with a shred of remaining caution he did not open the gates and allow a brawl.

"I swear you ugly, good-for-nothing fox, if you ruin my wedding day, I will tell Madara that I hold you inside me!" There would be no need for concealment afterall should the beast do something in detriment to his day of self. Nothing would hold him restrained from brash demeanor in such an instance. In his threat, a growl happened to slip loose, and he cared not for the animalism it displayed in his own person.

"Do not mock me human! I would eat you without a care!"

"Try me! You aren't going to ruin this for me!"

At this, with a roar of defiance, maybe a tinge of hapless acknowledgement, Naruto found himself once again by the riverside.

As they remained ignorant, he grasped onto the laugh he had rising. Pleased to find he seemed to have not missed any conversation ongoing. A relief, as it was a common misfortune when returning from mental absence. It also bore easy upon him that they seemed oblivious to his wandering.

Yet, in this time his hair had been put up on top of his head in intricate styling, flower stocks brushing against his skelp. Kou, now before him and evaluating the work he had done. A small gracing of a smile upon his lips of a new colour much matching the tone of his -Kou's- skin. "I put in babies breath in attest to your innocence, alongside white althea's for respect unto Madara-sama to represent your consuming love for him. There is also a dragon lily as centerpiece in show of your inner power, which I believe Madara-sama will find great truth in. Does this suit?" In fragile understanding to the status of each given flower -and in cases their many colourings.- Naruto found himself merely nodding and attempting to absorb the information.

Finally, Wakaba came forward with his designed shiromaku, the only garment he would wear for the ceremony without intricate detailing. Even looking upon it made him squirm in a testimate to discomfort and cheerful disposition. In separation from what he had seen in previous, there were no red trimmings, it was of pure shade, bright against his own tanned skin. Yet remaining a flattering cloth for all tones, so his worry of mis-match fled quickly.

Then, delicately placed came a wataboshi, this a piece he had seen many times. Wearing all this gave him such a thrill of nervous energy, for he found himself in concern of acting well in expectation of his future station. As regulation told his feet were kept bare, a trial to be born by the bride and groom in show of their ability to walk over difficult times, pursuing their marriage in the highest regard.

With both his friends -and acting attendants,- holding unto his hands as escorts to the area of the wedding. Which would upon the cliffside he knew to be that as the Hokage monument -though it bore no carving at present.- It had been chosen to overlook the village, and as a remembrance of one of their first true -pleasant- conversations. He was ushered to the small shine building to which he would be bound within, while just outside of it there were many jittering voices of Uchiha and Senju alike in attendance for the reception.

Prior to entering, he took a deep breath. While his fellow omegas bowed unto him, and left to go to their stations, Wakaba unto the reception gathering, while Kou entered the shine from a different entrance. This not opposing him, as his next step was to meet his future husband waiting in the outer room for him. They would be given only a moment, though Naruto did not think they needed more then a second to express private inclinations. Here is where he forced his feet to yield and brought himself into the secluded section of the building.

There, as expected he saw Madara's own figure turn to him, and he smiled in return, -grinned really, in lack of self control, a nervous reflection showing itself from years of dispute with the village he knew.- In an unusual manner and of sight, the Patriarch's hair had also been done up, his in a rolled chignon atop his head, decorated thusly with red chrysanthemums. A beautiful vision Naruto had not expected, though it paired well with the kuro mon-tsuki he wore in varying shades of red.

"You look a vision." Came the deep voice he had come to expect, one bringing forth a comfort onto the straining omega.

"You as well." They both quietly laughed at the strange comment, Naruto not feeling a shred of embarrassment for his own rather odd comment. They had a brief and lightened conversation, in place of anything serious as to ease each others nerves with something accustomed. Before a knock sounded on the separating door in summoning for them, the ceremony now beginning.

In proper form of escort, Madara thusly interlocked their elbows -careful not to touch skin. While Naruto recalled to himself to keep his other hand resting on the crossing of his kimono. A moment more to himself then to the man beside him, despite its nature and wording he spoke: "Thank you for choosing me." Nothing was said in response as they had entered, though Naru could feel clearly the blush making his cheeks rose. 

As he had been told, an Uchiha Shinto wedding had only a few persons present for the actual act of marriage in itself. Only three persons besides the groom and bride themselves in the shine -less there was direct family alive. Each gazing upon them with dignified and demure smiles resting calm on their faces.

A bald monk Naruto recognized as from the shrine of Majia -not far from here and in continual conflict with Konoha, at least, in the village he knew.- He assumed the man would act as the one to be marrying them. While the other two stood tall on each side, Naori with violet hair tied back in a mon-tsuki of black and grey, and Kou with his brown hair down and dawning a pure formal kimono dyed lavender -the flower of his homupowa as he had learnt just today.

They each sat, and bowed in respectful inclination unto the one wedding them. Alongside their chosen companions who did so while standing. It was then that everything began, Naruto, in acceptance of this trying to restrain -for the sake of proper conduct- a grin. Even so, with respectable work of will, a large closed-mouth smile remained, and his eyes glinted in the light as very beams of the sun. Heartbeat increased to that of a fast paced dance song, resonating both his own nervousness, and elevation for what circumstance he had found himself in. His lips shook, and he knew if only in subconscious that he was unprepared for all ahead.

They were then made to face each other. Much to his envy, his future spouse held a usual stoicism. A trait, Naruto had marked to be a natural quality of all Uchiha's borne. "Uchiha Madara, you bare the physical representation of marriage: That of body and strength, the protector and provider of the household in this prowess." Then Madara stood, and with significant height looked upwards reciting a hidden prayer. "Uzumaki Naruto, you are spirituality in this union: That of dignity, morale, and inner power unseen, a provider and protector in this prowess." In progression, he stood next, though he was not given time to recite prayer.

The monk then turned exclusively to him, Naruto having not been told of what would occur next, remained blinded by the gentle press unto his forehead, by a seal covered palm. Beside, the prayer continued. "Henceforth you hold position of Matriarch. Therefore, as Uchiha Naru, may you be blessed the power hidden of a True and Pure Matriarch. May all Uchiha herein yield unto you." For a moment nothing made sense, as yet another seal was placed upon him. An uncomfortable understanding of words said crawling upon him in slow realization, control of action? Naruto recognized a dangerous phrase when depicted, this being one of them.

Whence this had been completed, and a considerable dread rested within from that alone, the monk returned to centerplace. And in continuation of the sacred ceremony, he -Naruto,- said nothing to infringe upon it, that, accompanied by the selfish desire he found within, only to be wed. The creeping of any tarnishing thoughts could wait until after he had his 'special day.' Madara then turned -back- to him with a hand clutching one of the blossoms from his own hair, their priest took this as indication. "Uchiha Naru, in accordance through ancient tradition, you shall be blessed with your own flower of distinction." Here Kou stepped forth with a deep bow, in his hands a gorgeous blooming white carnation. It was pressed into his hair around the ear -underneath the wataboshi, and unseen- by his fellow omega -whom did still stray his eyes from possible contact.

"A Carnation:" Madara affirmed, visibly pleased if judged by disposition. "Well chosen Kou-kun, I could not have made better. A bride of intellect Naori-kun, what blessing you have." While Naruto noticed the very hidden coy smile his companion gave to the comment, he also made note of the twinkle of a warmed courtesy present on Naori's lips as well. Odd unto him, as he had rarely seen anything decorate her as such, still with both -acting- attendants in such happy tones, a brightness came unto their surroundings. Next though, in apparent necessity Madara turned towards the man wedding them. "A represent of pure love, innocence and luck. Thus, ourselves together, it harbors only a purified love, a luck unto our marriage, and an innocence in mind."

Contrived meanings of all put together to be certain, though Naruto was near positive the 'innocence of mind,' would thusly be destroyed by the rise of the moon. Still, in thought of sentiment, it bestowed as a optimism in devotion. The thrill of hope gave enough to stop him from outspeaking in a titter.

"Uchiha Naru, do you pledge your loyalty henceforth unto the progression, preservation, and protection of the Uchiha Clan; this, as an Uchiha Hanayome, and as The Matriarch?" This came expected, yet the wording gave nothing but assurances unto said newborn clan leader. His own sentence came forth then exactly as taught.

"I pledge in understanding to hold onto myself the wellbeing of my family. Be that mine own children and husband, or the clan in direct. To provide protection, compassion, and model for Uchiha children, omega, and alpha should it prove necessary." Apparently that had been a vow made first by a prior Matriarch near half a century ago, as he had been told by Wakaba. It had been thus transferred through to each as an example for the essence of a dignified Uchiha Omega.

"Uchiha Madara, do you pledge unto your Hanayome: fidelity, compassion, chivalry and gallant conduct?"

"As propriety demands, and as morale dictates, I vow unto mine bride to henceforth hold myself as an exemplar in the proper manner of a Homupowa." They both gave the briefest simper, as the monk continued in finishing.

"Now you shall hold position of Patriarch and Matriarch, Husband and Bride, a bond for life. Madara-sama, if you would seal this bond?" Naru was certain of fact, both he and his husband had scintillating irises. Mentally he made an excuse for this, mainly: he was about to be kissed and tied to the anticipated hold of marriage, any nervousness or jubilation felt was expectant and justifiable by mere explanation.

They kissed then, and a rapture encompassed his heart and soul with the very meaning of the act. A passion was scarcely withheld upon the lips that had met his own, and the firm pressure given seemed to indicate an elation within Madara much as that which Naruto had found to be possessing him.

Ample expression of these twining passions that when the Alpha pulled back in refrain, the newly wed Omega resisted. Instead of proper procedure following, Naru grasped his husbands nape and before he could arise to his full height forcefully kissed the man once more. An act, not protested by Madara himself, as he merely grasped in turn the clothed hips of his bride, and gave force to the kiss.

The vocal clearing Naori gave made both draw fast away in embarrassment for their unregulated ardour. They were therein regarded with intensely narrowed black eyes, these, of the Alpha attendant among them.

There upon his back rested his husband's hand in guidance. Kou behind, alongside his Homupowa grasping his trailing train from the ground. Although, Naru could barely lift his attentions from his new spouse, he did concede to the knowledge that he harbored the appearance of a whimsical romantic drifting within a reverie. A beaming grin fighting the sun for lightness upon his lips and with eyes of coruscating quality matching the daylight sky: Though with the sun taking to rest, cyan instead shimmered an elegant orange as did it brighten his skin to a glow. -Unseen by the bride, Madara did marvel at this natural beauty so clear by the approaching twilight.-

A soft applause greeted them in exit, their friends and family all grinning for their union. Naruto then found his gaze promptly removed from his spouse, so he may get changed into his designed Iro-uchikake and remove the now unnecessary wataboshi. He had to hold himself away from looking back to those bestowing congratulations unto Madara.

Luck granted onto him indeed, as with his own distractions the process fled quickly, past his attentions. The beautiful cloth, as designed by Yukano was one he adored, displaying as quite different to those he had seen while peering at ceremonies in his youth. For rather then a scarlet, that is; blessing red. This was navy blue, the unofficial colour of the Uchiha clan, as he had intended it had never been used prior to this moment. Naruto anticipated the controversy it may put upon him in changing normality. It had been embroidered with gold as was commonplace, alongside creeping sakura blossoms, and a trim of silver. A last act he was conducting towards the Konoha he had known, before he forced himself in way of conformation. It also maintained a meaningful loyalist affection unto his husband in tribute.

Therein he rejoined the gathering with many stares upon him. Some in surprise, others with a turn of the lips in amusement. Even with odd attire, he was greeted in peasantry, those in confusion grinning in welcome reception.

The feast had been set out, colourful with bright pink, orange, white, green, yellow, and so forth. Verity, spanning the three seating arrangements, though the guests present were all separated from omega to alpha placing on differing tables. As example of this, Senju and Uchiha Omega sat together in unison. This for the simple Uchiha belief that any couple with the exception of the Bride and Groom should not be intimate during their reception, as it was a sign of disrespect unto the newly paired couple. Only the head table -that is the so named 'table of family,' were filled with each gender intermingled. Naru knew this table was to only harbor close friends of the married pair.

In seating himself to the open spot next to his husband he sat as proper as needed. Soothed by Kou on his left sitting similarly and smiling all the while. Beside the pleasantly kind Kou, was Naori, followed by Wakaba. Last upon his line was Tobirama, of whom he had begun a found fragile friendship with, that is; the occasional outing by the river, proceeded with casual conversation, amounting to a more intimate acquaintanceship then true friendship.

Madara had a more diverse line compared to his own, Naru noted. First, naturally, Hashirama just beside, -Who had his hair elegantly done in a fantastical updo of plaits and rolls. As always appearing without effort as the most beautiful in the gathering.- Next to him was Rai holding stern. After her was the pink haired Tamidai, then was Rai's wife Hanami -the former Senju.

Of course there was much chatter about, among Uchiha and Senju alike, everyone appeared in grand spirits. Perhaps, Naruto surmised, because there had been a marriage for a clan leader, this, he found, had always brought much joy to the clan envolved. With such integration within the period, it stood in reason that all would be affected by the wedding. 'A symbol of peace?' He mentally quandured.

Hashirama then stood laughing to something only he knew, and once more the displaying -unintended, his natural naturesque beauty. "Ah, evening everyone, upon such a pleasant twilight yes? I think this day might best attest to progress. Certainly, I never expected to attend my most intimate friend's wedding -that is Madara, whenever this occured. Nevermind that it should be a unison between our sister clan, Uzumaki, and the Uchiha." He did not spare the laughter that incurred from him, and in this Naruto found himself joining along with the Hokage's boisterous personality -if merely in his own joy. "Though, I must warn you Naru-kun: Never find yourself behind Madara when he's relieving himself else he shall never finish!"

"Hashirama!"

A chortle chimed from the stoic Uchiha, while their spouses -including himself- and the Senju Omega's all howled in laughter.

Madara sat with a redden face while his teeth ground audibly. Naruto gave a cough at this, an unsuccessful attempt to soothe his mood into something more appropriate. Mute, as Madara actually began to chuckle to the joke, his lids even crinkled in gaiety, as a smile captured his face.