Short chapter, for good reason.

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The reception did not maintain much dignity, though the remnants attempted to hold order. A rather useless try however, as no one saw fit to keep themselves under the position of refinement. Naruto attempted to keep himself astray from the temptation to join the others in a rambunctious celebration. Then glanced at himself and choose to fully embrace the delight of his own wedding.

It had been only mere moments of absolute jubile before a sharp spike to the air had many Uchiha's silenced. Alpha's of the clan monitoring in a synonymity, Madara stood while the Senju did their best to remain out of view. Naruto found himself grasped by his husband and pulled into a defensive, many of his fellow clan omega's getting put into similar position. There was a cutting threat put out into the atmosphere, as everyone gave to the apprehension aloft. Children were encircled by their Mother's arms in protection, while their Father's stood ready for a battle.

Then chaos flew, in the form of silver-head intruders slicing in attempt to kill. Some closest to the area of entry were cut, but none fatally in a luck that should not exist regardless. In the time of a breath there was a strike back from all. Those Senju had protected themselves in a caution sprang forth alongside the Uchiha with hidden tento, sprung from the confines of their formal kimono. Each grasping to an opponent with no hesitation.

Hashirama and Tobirama took action as well, one of them slamming an enemy with a fierce headbutt knocking -likely killing- the Hatake who now possessed a dent in his forehead. Following this, Madara slew three intruders with his katana, broke the arm of one man and stabbing through the chest of another.

It was such a raw display of power, Naru felt himself useless for reason of his own lack of action, and disregarding tradition he jumped into the fight. Happy that lack of practise seemed to have no bearing on his skill as one rammed herself into his rasengan and she launched into a comrade knocking him out with herself. Though, the new Uchiha had no weapons on his person with the exception of his fists so he knew himself to be at disadvantage.

Although, "Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu!" Considering how many Omega were around who had no clue as to how basic kunai worked, Naruto knew he was in the fortunate class. Ordering his clones to evacuate all those defenseless, he tried to provide them a decent cover in their escape. Taking on a familiar face, the woman with long silver hair and malevolent eyes. Karimaru, he remembered her name to be, was she not the leader of the Hatake clan? Not that it mattered, as he had no choice but to fight the woman in holding her from pursuing the children and Omega's fleeing.

"Well, the pretty one, I knew Madara would find you intriguing." Once more she landed in front of him, but this time he expected it, and instead of her knocking him back, he hit her directly with a punch to the cheek. That was in fortune as her katana stabbed into the ground where he had been. He spotted an opportunity as she dove in to cut at him with her kunai, taking hold of vacant dango sticks, he managed to twist and drive them into her neck. Backing into summoning two shadow clones, as she growled at him and clutched at her wound. As one of his clones threw her off balance in knocking her down by the legs, he slammed himself into his chest with his shoulder. It was a mere moment of hesitation, as her eyes peered through him in the same manner as Kakashi-sensei's had, bringing him sharply into nostalgia.

Despite their invisible quarrel, Kyuubi saw fit to bring themselves forward. With the unexpected fortune granted he grasped unto the blessing dawned and bore down on the woman below him with claws, slicing into her throat and bidding himself not to weep for killing. Still, he forced himself not to look, instead of turning to look at all the enemies, Hatake, fighting with his own clansmen and the Senju. It was corrupt yes, and he certainly did not want to use such foul methodology, yet even so, he forced his chakra to flare and with this the area became flooded with tangible hatred. A cloak of red drawing around him and burning harshly unto his skin the feelings borne by its maker.

This gave time for the Uchiha to scare those remaining in the taunt. As their leader had just died -to an Uchiha Omega no less.- None of them had want to stay and achieve what they had come to do. Naruto attributed this also to the fact he appeared intimidating with the cloak of a demon about him. Which granted him thusly with an idea he hadn't expected. One using all of the prejudice he had endured in his past, magnifying that into a benefit for his clan. Though, it was to be a tool for fear as it had always been, this was far different from his childhood of abandonment.

"You should know, and inform Hatake Clan, Madara wedded a demon!" He leaned himself forward, and made force in claiming himself all things he had never wanted to be known as. However, this was a protection for those he now clung to in family. A foreign tie he would always hold dear, just as his village, and persons he had known, they were to be embraced by a shield of his making. There were no regrets to bare in proclaiming such.

Though, he had broken many a rule and upheaved a belief, he found himself content with his choices made. Even if the obstruction to truth had all thinking of him as a beast of sorts, there was solely one person he hoped it not to effect. So it was in trepidation that he turned to his husband, watching carefully all his movements, as the Alpha's stare bore with a fierce fire. Naru wished longingly that he had been granted knowledge on how to give the explanation of his deepest secret, some experience for reference, but there hadn't been any. As the truth of course being, he had never told anyone.

Finally, after a drawn silence from the Patriarch, Madara stepped forward, a sigh upon him. "Naru, would you mind offering reason unto me?" Though his voice held calm, there was a marked irritation in the after-tone of his words.

While he had no regrets for proclaiming himself as he had, Naruto did wish he had saw fit to inform Madara of Kyuubi during their engagement. Rather then allowing him to find truth during battle.

Of course, this panic of self-explanation came before the sounds of crying greeted his ears. Several Uchiha dictated Omega's had gathered around a fallen body, in the midst of them Hashirama was sweating with an intense concentration fixed on his face, twisting his brown features with tension. Tears falling silent from brunet irises with crunching teeth, and green hands haunting over a body, Naruto could not yet see. Though both he and Madara had sudden apprehension at the visual.

Then in a shift of position, the one on the ground was revealed. Uchiha Naru hadn't expected the bloodied form of Kou to show behind.

Naori was clutching tight at his hand, her waved violet hair covered any sight of her face that may have been visible. Violently lurching into action, he ran the short distance alongside his husband, only to look down at his friend hardly recognizable with red sprawled across his torso.

Though, proving himself to be extremely versatile the wounded Omega had remained conscious. Despite the serious, fatal, injury, he smiled rather crookedly when they took sight of each other. Then with sudden and unexpected coughing, a vacancy took over the man's eyes, and his chest rose no more. Naori's too stuttered to a halt, before a cry tore out of her, a horrid scream Naruto understood, but did not know.

Naruto asked, regardless of his own knowledge:"Kou-kun?" For a second, the Hokage's hands brightened, a last moment attempt, then he too accepted the fruitless nature of the action. Withdrawing slowly, with a clenched expression rigid upon him.

It was unthinking when he hid his face into Madara's torso. This same mindset causing him to hide his ears from Naori's cracking screams.

Reality seemed to hold herself still for many minutes. The entire clan following her lead, not moving from positions of grieving, while the Senju inclined their heads in a tribute of respect for a life that should not have been lost. Shaking with the revelation that such tragedy had struck during such a time of jubilation. Many cursing the Hatake clan in silent whispers of equal anger and sadness.

Naruto stood alike the others. Attached to his husband, in an embrace, comforted by soothing nonsensical words he could not hear, feeling the subtle vibration of the man's chest. Mainly, his understanding that there had been a death, but non-acceptance of the fact due to inexperience. He could see from the corner of his vision, Wakaba attempting to ease Naori alongside many other Omega's, including Hashirama. None of them succeeding as her tears flowed fast, intermingled with the blood of her newly active Mangekyou Sharingan. Were he not in a state of desolation himself, Naruto would have gladly gone to her, in selfish want? Yes, he knew this to be his truth, and he had no thought as to whether he hated himself for that or if it offered a strange type of reclamation.

That did not take from him the need to help her in the suffering she now bore. However, his feelings of empathy gave him no solution as to how he may aid in any form of self. Under a moment of fear, tanned hands gripped in a clench to the man they'd just married. This was the knowledge that his own spouse could lose himself to a fight, mere blink of weakness could cost his life. What solace was there in that? This was a tenderized moment of realization. As in previous the one who had fallen, had only done so to illness, not to the strike of a well placed blade; not unto an enemy with vile in his hands.

Naruto took this with salt on his tongue. The acknowledgement he bore unwitting, that is, with pained eyes and clenched expression.

Above him, and likely placed in the same disposition, his husband was stiff in posture and grieving in mind, furthest from comfort as a man could stand, and retaining a farce of dignity in holding his bride with clutching arms. Madara had understood the situation in the moment of witness, as many of the Uchiha. This was -to be,- a familiar bane to be borne by all, yet, despite commonplace occurrence, a terrified prospect. Therefore viewed within the precipice of dread, in any clan. More so with a man he had known in intimacy, in frequent having dined with them in comradance. A friendship he had been glad for, both Kou and his Homupowa -Naori, they had stood as examples of how a couple should hold together.

Naruto walked forward, out of embrace, much to the regret of the man having held him. Made haste towards the distraught woman, screaming with notes of rage and despair none but she could understand. All gathered about her were placed with caution, yet attempting with ferocity to sooth her misery in desperation. Uchiha, were each of them, their manner of comfort came in truth as pacifism. Though some looked to the stagnant body with glares beholding of vengeance, stilled anger not taking an action.

Naru made force to act,"Naori-kun?" She screamed as a response, there were mangled sounds imitating words. Nothing coherent, certainly none present could understand, and he who would was not breathing. Her hands shook, with bloodied fingers, and peeled, ripped traces of skin underneath short nails, her face was coated similar to her hands, in gore. Frightening, as a transition; from the sight of a dead friend, to another in torment of mind with equal amounts of red as a cloth upon her. Gentle, with an eased grace he had never before practised, the newfound Matriarch managed to gesture for all the fellow grieving Omegas encircled in sympathy to huddle together and forge themselves into a blanket over the pained woman. All of the Alpha's who had attempted to proclaim their shared grief seemed relieved at the ease put to them.

Seeing his bride make positive action of the tragedy, Madara involved himself. Presenting himself before his fellow clansmen and having them clean the field of bodies. Instructing several others into building a pyre for Kou, alongside a bonfire to pile with Hatake fallen. Normality would have several pyres made, but luck granted them mercy this day in only slaying one of their own. The Senju volunteered aid, which was taken gladly by all. 

The sunset was regarded by none.